For many years I have been writing, not only for my former job at a newspaper, but also for my own edification. I’ve written long stories and short ones. I’ve written for the National Novel Writing Month and for the internet. I’ve written blogs, journals, recipes and a story for my granddaughter.
But now I want to see whether anything I’ve written will entertain anyone other than my loving family.
So, I’ve got a couple of novels in various stages of development. “Oh, what’s it about?” asks nearly everyone when I tell them I am writing a book. “Murder and mayhem in a small town,” is my standard reply – which is cryptic but not incorrect.