The Swamp has been quiet for a couple of weeks while I finished the first draft of my current project, which I am happy to report, happened on Saturday. I’m letting the manuscript breathe for a week, then I will start the revisions. Or, maybe I will let it breathe for six weeks and start on the next book. I haven’t decided yet. Probably revisions.
What I have done, though, is to start working on the Synopsis/Blurb. I have to say, this blurb was much easier to write than the one for my historical fiction novel. Probably because over my reading life I’ve read a thousand similar blurbs. At least. Is that good (zeitgeist!) or bad (more of the same?)? Don’t care, particularly. I’m just really, really excited about this town/world I’ve created. Ever since I read Harry Potter and fell in love with the world JK Rowling created, I’ve wanted to develop my own. My mind does not turn to fantasy/sci-fi/witches/wizards/vampires/zombies so I knew it would have to be the real world. That it would be inspired by the town I grew up in was a no-brainer. That one of the main characters would be a kick-ass woman with all the strength and qualities I don’t have was unquestionable. That she would catch the eye of the new guy and town and have great sex…well, we’re getting too far ahead there. Or, are we?
Will this novel be published? Odds are against me. Seems like odds are against every new author out there. Again, I don’t care. I love this world. It’s mine. I get to play in it for as long as I want. Do whatever I want. I can go forward in time, back in time, sideways. I can write an entire novel about Edna Stamps the trailer living cat lady. I can write an erotic story about a local girl who moved to Las Vegas and became a successful hooker (oh, wait. I did that already!). I can write a ghost story, horror story, generational spanning epic about seven brothers. I might even go far, far back and write about the Native Americans. Who knows! Who cares! It’s going to be fun!
When people ask me why I write, that should be my answer. It’s fun. I spend all day wandering around my imagination. Ten or fifteen years ago, I would have told you I didn’t have much of an imagination, that I wasn’t creative. In a lot of ways, I’m not. I can’t think up clever rhymes for birthday invitations, I can’t draw for shit, I’m not crafty and if someone asked me to stand up and give an eloquent toast off the cuff I would collapse in a flop sweat. But, what I can do is create characters, visualize scenes and occasionally write a kick ass description or two. Yep, it’s hard work, but there is nothing else I want to do.
Below is the blurb, what would be on the flap jacket or the back of the book. It’s a very rough draft (out of time; I need to go make dinner), but it’s not bad. Now, what I need for you, gentle readers, is the honest answer to the question: Would you read this book?
Ex-FBI agent Jack McBride took the job as Chief of Police for Stillwater, Texas (Pop. 2436), to start a new life with his fourteen year old son, Ethan, away from the suspicions surrounding his wife’s disappearance nearly a year earlier. With a low crime rate and a five man police force he expected it to be a nice, easy gig; hot checks, traffic violations, petty drugs, occasional domestic disturbances and home invasions. Instead, within a week he is investigating a staged murder-suicide, a decades old skeleton buried in the woods and managing the first crime wave in thirty years.
For help navigating his unfamiliar surroundings, Jack turns to hometown girl Ellie Martin, former high school basketball star and banker, current bookstore/coffee shop owner, president of the Stillwater Historical Society, rumored to be the richest woman in town and unquestionably the most respected. Despite the murky status of his marriage and the disapproval of Ethan and the town, they are undeniably drawn to each other. As Jack and Ellie struggle with their budding relationship, they unravel secrets buried in the woods with the skeleton and discover the two cases, fifty years apart, share a surprising connection that will rattle the town to its core.