Savannah Meets George Washington
Savannah of Williamsburg devotees have been anxiously awaiting Book IV in my 18thC. historical-fiction series. Well, pour some tea and put up your feet, folks ... be prepared to wait a little longer. Happily, my non-Savannah writing affords me a bevy of opportunity: as of late, covering various comic book conventions, reviewing the odd TV series, interviewing other writers and some producers and actors, to boot. As I am inextricably bonded to geek culture, I heartily enjoy writing in this genre. Although, because it is raw-ther niche, the more I write, the more call I get to do so. It's a nerdy, vicious cycle, my pretties. Unfamiliar with some of my geek oeuvres? Find them at GoodToBeAGeek.com, under the pseudonym Miss Hannah Hart, ghostdame of the Hotel del Coronado, and syndicated at RocketLlama.com and, soon, Nerdspan.com!
Jen of the Rings: Tarina Tarantino and The White Rabbit
I can think of at least one person whom will read this and declare with a cheerful chuckle, "Oh, good Lord! Shouldn't you be working on your next Savannah of Williamsburg book? Silly girl, you have way too much time on your hands." In fairness to this friend, she is unquestionably correct. Yet, I have been working, for weeks and weeks now, on rewrites to the ending of The Darlings of Orange County. (I erroneously thought it would be available by summer's end; I'm now hoping for a Christmas release.)
Previous endings have been missing a certain je ne sais quoi; now, I've got it! To quote Johnny Depp's Mort Rainey in Secret Window, "No bad writing, Chico"; more apropos, "You know, the only thing that matters is the ending. It's the most important part of the story, is the ending. And this one is very good. This one's perfect." ... if I do say so myself. Corn-on-the-cob, anyone? Nom, nom, nom!
Anyhoo, this post was hatched from a simple pre-tweet. Before I sent my pithy 140 along their cheery, binary way it occurred to me I wished to share so much more with she whom I follow. Silly? Peut-etre. Billable PDR number? Almost certainly. Instead of short and sweet, for we all know I am incapable of the condensed word, I proffer a wee villanelle to my favourite piece of jewelry and its Barbie-pink bombilated designer, the lovely Tarina Tarantino.