I realize I keep falling off the grid – blogging with fresh promises, then disappearing like last week’s pay check – but I hope you’ll think of me as rare and interesting, rather than fickle, sporadic, flaky and/or unreliable. I don’t mean to disappear, but here’s’ the truth: once I’m engaged in a big writing project, it’s hard to make time for blogging.
Though I realize I should.
The good news is, since my last posting, I’ve finished my second memoir. Yay!!
The not-so-great news is I still haven’t found a publisher for either… but I’m working on it. Writing both books was incredibly fun and gratifying. Inserting myself into the query-for-an-agent process… not so much. Although I’ve received a lot of very encouraging feedback from agents who’ve written back. As well as from the 30-plus early readers I’ve shared it with: men and women, ages 17 – 84, from all sorts of backgrounds and reading styles. It seems to be a crowd-pleaser.
I just haven’t found the right agent yet.
It doesn’t help that I stopped querying for Book 1 for most of the past year while writing the second book. Because writing is SO much more fun than agent research and self-promotion. I also spend way too much time reading and mulling other people’s memoirs – because I love the genre.
And I’m addicted to reading memoir reviews on Good Reads, to see what READERS have to say about other people’s memoirs. Because a great LITERARY review doesn’t necessarily translate into a book’s accessibility and reading pleasure, but your everyday, average, and wonderful reader knows what she or he wants.
A good story, well-told, seems to be the ticket. And that’s what I believe I’ve written. Twice.
Book 2, my follow-up memoir, picks up 20 years after the end of Book 1 (provisionally titled Paradise Road, until someone comes up with a killer title). It deals with buried and delayed grief; what happens when you move 15 times in 20 years (across countries and continents) and never grow roots; being at the center of a global church collapse; starting over in your late 40s; reconstituting a battered faith and marriage – and so much more. It sounds like an absolute downer, but I’ve learned how to laugh at myself and make misery captivating — and it ends with plentiful faith, hope, and love.
Book 2 – tentatively titled Forsaken or The Girl Who Loved Too Much –hasn’t made the rounds with as many early readers yet. And here’s where I’m making my pitch:
If you’d like to be an early reader of the manuscript, please let me know and I’ll consider you. But you have to promise this:
1. To finish the manuscript in a timely manner. (Within a month seems fair to me.)
2. To write me an honest review when you’re done. (I can send you a simple questionnaire to fill in, or you can write your own.)
3. To not share the manuscript with anyone else unless you get permission from me.
If this sounds like something you’d like to do – send me a message! Please include your email address so we can communicate further.
And finally – if you’re someone who prays – please pray for both my memoirs to find a great agent and publisher. The RIGHT ones.
I’ll try not to fall off the grid again –though with my track record, it’s probably a promise I shouldn’t make.
New writing projects keep beckoning… but I’ll try to amaze you by showing up before you’ve had time to forget me again!
Thanks for reading, dear friends! Thanks for being readers.