Now that a third agent has said they loved the storyline but the writing, not so much (they didn’t actually say ‘rotten.’ The term the last one used was ‘not compelling’), I have decided major changes are in order for the beginning two chapters. I honestly, truly believed that if they had read the next ten pages (or perhaps the next two paragraphs, because that’s how it works) they would have like it much better. So I’ve started massive revisions. Check out the first two pages. Don’t tell me if you think it’s worse. I will be sad.



In my quest to read at least one YA novel a week, I just read a very bad book. The action revolved around the main character’s amnesia; losing every memory of her past, even her own name because of a single brain damage-free, traumatic experience, a complete gimmick, since generally that’s not the way it works. The author used the word ‘shiver’ (in a passion sort of way) at least 742 times, and the females made the ones in Mean Girls look like Mother Teresa’s kinder younger sisters. I solved the mystery in chapter 2. And yet, I enjoyed it. Go figure.

149 & (very slowly) COUNTING


Only three days after I posted a new chapter I’ve gone from 100 to 168 readers on Wattpad. I speak now of my novel, not my blog, which I believe has slightly fewer than six. I have even discovered that some of them are in the 12-14 year-old category! Again, I speak only of my novel. My blog has nearly one teen reader. So let’s push that # to 200! I know we can do it (meaning ‘you.’ I’m not allowed to raise my own count).

p.s. When I first checked my stats an hour ago, the # was 149. I’ve gone nano-viral!



According to Wattpad, 100 people have now read the first 30 pages of my YA novel, The Girl Who Saw Invisible Stars, which considering the fact that it has no vampires, werewolves or sex, is not so bad. I hope that didn’t discourage you from reading it. It is a little weird, if that helps.



Now that I have decided to devote myself entirely to writing (with an occasional load of laundry thrown in), the NOW THIS! gigs are flowing in. This, despite the fact that I have done no marketing whatsoever for many a month. I should have started writing sooner.

On an only marginally related subject, this is my son Michael’s brand new comedy reel and you should all watch it so you can say you knew him when, which wouldn’t be true, but I’ll back you up, anyway.



I have now been able to write two hours without interruption. There’s probably some other stuff like *civic responsibility, but I gotta be honest. Today it’s about getting some writing done.

*This is my 14th time. I’m entitled to be flippant.



I’m reading another amazing YA novel, Eleanor and Park. It’s  nuanced and wonderfully written. At first that depressed me. I will never be able to write anything like that. And then it came to me. I’m not going to try. I’m going to write crass, commercial, funny and wise ass fiction. If the reader finds it meaningful it will be strictly projection.*

*My parents were clinical psychologists. Expect ‘displacement’ and ‘transference’ to show up in future posts.