So, it’s been a ’hot minute’ since I reached out to you all... I haven’t even tinkered with the manuscript since the addition of The President. I guess, that’s what happens when ’life’ steps in, lol! Anyhow, long weekend means nothing but BOOK, so here we go!!!
1. This weekend, ’Going Home...’ the manuscript will be polished up and ready for print. Yes. this is my goal, but it is VERY attainable... I am so excited!!!!
2. The search begins/continues for a suitable book cover. My husband and I have FANTASTIC ideas, but no way of getting them realized, so any assistance with this would be MUCHLY appreciated (I don’t think ’muchly’ is a word but it works... poetic justice and the like, hee hee)
3. This weekend I WILL be creating and posting a video for ’Going Home...’. So far I have created 6 videos (inspired by my fellow author, Stephen Carignan’s epic video, featuring his gawjuss daughter!!!). So far I’ve posted none. 7th time the charm, right??!!??
4. Baby, I’m back and I’m gonna be in your face marketing, promoting and harping on about this book. It is a fantastic fantasy flirting dangerously with reality... It will be all you think it is and more. And if it isn’t, don’t worry, it’s the first installation of a tremendous story of what could be,,, sooner than we want to admit...
So look out for me, don’t forget the book, ’Going Home...’ order a copy (or 3) we can still make this goal!!!
PROLOGUE
September 25th 2019 – 6:05 p.m.
Silence. You could hear a pin drop. They had all come together in Sandra’s living room, all of them. Every family on the street. The Johnsons, the Starks, the Itos, the Seales. Even the Joneses with their new baby. There were at least 20 people sitting and standing together in the modest space, shoulder to shoulder and drinks in hand, but no-one spoke. Even Baby Jones sensed the somberness of the moment and refused to cry. . . .
PROLOGUE
September 25th 2019 – 6:05 p.m.
Silence. You could hear a pin drop. They had all come together in Sandra’s living room, all of them. Every family on the street. The Johnsons, the Starks, the Itos, the Seales. Even the Joneses with their new baby. There were at least 20 people sitting and standing together in the modest space, shoulder to shoulder and drinks in hand, but no-one spoke. Even Baby Jones sensed the somberness of the moment and refused to cry. . . .