“How are you? WHERE are you? I miss your irreverent humor, your honest confessions of your highs and lows as a writer and your witty social commentary! Please come back to us...”

When I get a message like that, how can I resist?

Yes I‘ve been shamelessly absent. I apologize and I thank whoever wrote that little message for getting me out of the doldrums. Well, the dols…I’m still in the drums!

So, here’s the title of today’s blog.

Does there come a time when you have to say it just ain’t good enough?

I’m referring to my book. ‘The Perfects’.

When I began writing it, I was full of hope for the future. As optimistic as a croc rolling around on the river bed with his prey between his teeth, and as proud of my achievement for writing the damn thing, as a mother surviving the artful technique of pushing a two-ton baby through her tiny pelvis.

Then it flopped. The book. Not the baby!

I get all these encouragement comments from my friends and peers. You’ll get there one day. Your time will come. Don’t be disheartened, it’s all part of the game.

Oh, yeah?

I’m playing you here, dear reader. (smiley face with a wink)

I never get that disheartened. I’m the sort of gal who can decipher and identify a problem, and I am the sort of gal who can realize the need to get past it and move on!

So, whilst in the drums and seeing as I am still on this rapid road to publication, I decided a few weeks ago that ‘The Perfects’ wasn’t perfect.  I identified my weaker points: characterization mainly, and then when I understood the need to up my game I began writing a new book.

One of things I often see when I talk to other writers is that everyone is so precious about their ‘babies’, they can’t always see the problems of their writing.  I am like that. I have always been like that. I’ve scoffed and stamped my foot over negative reviews, but when I’ve come back out from under the duvet, the problem is still there and it’s pretty clear that, just like you, dear reader/writer, I need to sort it out.

So here I am once more, talking about my new book, full of hope for the future....As optimistic as a croc rolling around on the river bed with his prey between his teeth, and as proud of my achievement for writing the damn thing, as a mother surviving the artful technique of pushing a two-ton baby through her tiny pelvis.

My baby:- ‘The Song of the Underground’. Coming soon!