I don’t know how to explain how it happened…like some of my characters, I got distracted by a great pair of legs in a killer pair of heels.
You see, I took a break from World War II between drafts. That manuscript was out being critiqued and there wasn’t anything I should do. In hopes of improving my writing skills and spending some more time with some friends, I enrolled in an 8-week novel-writing course. My first draft of the World War II novel had taken nearly a year to complete, so I had no delusions going in. 8 weeks? More like 48 weeks, people.
Then, 12 weeks later, I completed the first draft of The Booby Trap, a contemporary romance novel about a waitress/PhD candidate who gets misjudged as a bimbo by a handsome local celebrity. And maybe, I thought, it was even decent.
About nine months later, here we are. I let it out of my hands today for printing.
So, now, for a short period of time, I bid a fond au revoir to my good men of traveling show unit #5. We will meet again — of that I am sure.
Boys, Please Keep Me in Your Dreams.