I’m back…not really

Last year I took my novel to a writers conference and had several authors, agents and editors look at it. One agent even asked me to submit my manuscript but I knew in my heart it wasn’t ready. This was confirmed by author friends of mine who have been kind enough to edit a few pages.

Now I am having a second go at it. For this reason I will be focusing on re-editing for the next while and you probably won’t see many posts here. If I don’t make it a priority now, I won’t have anything worthwhile to show when I meet the people at the conference who want to help new authors like me.

I always prided myself in being a multi-tasker, but I guess here is an exception. I should have some news by mid-August. Thanks for your prayers. And all the best with your projects as well! Have a great summer!

Old Guy And A Bucket Of Shrimp

Morning Story and Dilbert

It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.

Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody’s gone, except for a few joggers on the beach.  Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts…and his bucket of shrimp.

Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.

Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds.  As he does…

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