May 7, 2008

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Well, not really, but I didn’t have another, more appropriate picture, and the envelope doesn’t photograph terribly well.

Anyhoo, I’m sending my dear novel to a publisher today.  I let her rest a bit, then did some editing, and more editing, and she’s off, destination North Carolina.  Send good thoughts her way, won’t you?

This next bit is for my friend Jeff and the many others who want to know what the book is about.  Gregory calls it my elevator speech.  I’m headed to the top floor, how about you?

 Polite Society is a rather optimistic and unconventional portrait of the world and its possibilities via dreams, friendship, and sabotage.  The story centers on the intersection of four lives in a small Oregon town: Serena, her mother Caroline, her Nana Helen, and a widowed teacher named Sharon.

Following her parent’s divorce, Serena moved in with her Nana.  She has not seen her father for three long years, and her mother has shown little more than parental duty towards her for as long as she can remember.  When Bob Barker, of The Price is Right, begins making regular appearances in Serena’s dreams, she takes his words to heart, forging a new path, one that brings friendship and changes the course of her life and those around her.

If you like slightly quirky stories involving cool cars, life, and coping with its difficulties, this one is for you!   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite the fact that I’ve never actually wanted children of my own, I am a sucker for them.

Take these cookies.  I bought the dough from the cute neighbor boys in support of their little league baseball team.

Next time, I think I’ll just make a donation – straight up, no purchasing of wrapping paper, junk food, chocolates, or cookie dough.  It will save me the agony of having all these things that I don’t really need, like Slim Jims and three pounds (yes, pounds!) of peanut butter dough taunting me every time I open the refrigerator.

“You know you want to eat me.  I am rather tasty by the spoonful, or you could stud me with chocolate chips (the way Gregory likes), so I get that mutant cookie look, and then bake me up.  How great would I be with a glass of milk on a perfect Portland day?”

Well, darn it all if the dough wasn’t right!  Now if Monday’s weather would return…