So here it is Saturday and the week has gotten away from me. Between lunch at the farm, and several trips to Sun Nursery (one of my favorite addictions), the reading and writing didn’t get their allotted time of my day. OK, I will also have to blame it on this fabulous fall weather we are having here in Maryland. Cool, crisp with sunny blue skies overhead, I just couldn’t stand being inside, the gardens, pond, the farm, they all called to me. And I listened. And went outside. All day long.
The dogs loved it, the birds loved the new feeders that went up and the stones got here for the new deeper winter pond for the fish, all four of them. I wonder how the Great Blue Heron will feel about having to work for its dinner instead of just idly and with no effect at all, grabbing out my fish one after the other. But I learned and now they have places to hide from the predators that visit with the goal of takeout. Really, can goldfish and koi taste that much better than the creek chubs in the stream down the road?
The one book I did finish so frustrated me that I almost pitched the Kindle right out the window. But why blame the messenger when the author is at hand? Never in my life have I read such a beautifully crafted story that the author completely demolished in the last 10 pages. That occupied my thoughts for quite a while. How does that happen?
Does someone read this story of a man self destructing over a sexual compulsion and say to the author “oh, that will never sell unless you have a HEA?” And the author listens? Or does the author fall so much in love with her characters that a HEA becomes the overriding factor that negates everything that goes before, the characterizations as well as the legitimacy of the plot? As you can tell, this is still bothering me big time. I just don’t understand someone treating something so well written in such a cavalier way. It’s as though someone took The Maltese Falcon and attached a My Little Pony ending onto it. *shudders* If anyone out there can shed some light onto this for me, do so. Are these behind the scene shenanigans something that happens at the publisher or the editors? How on earth does this happen? Inquiring minds want to know. And then blog about it.
So two friends are coming over for lunch, one a fellow blogger, the other an author. I will pose the questions to them as well. I feel a mini rant coming on. The review for this book is coming up in the next couple of weeks. I am sure you will know which one it is. I must get going so I will leave you with a repost from one of my favorite blogs, The Blood Red Pencil. If you don’t know about it, you should. They blog on writing from every aspect and its wonderful as well as informative. It’s separate from this post so don’t miss it.
Carole Cumming’s Ghost will be reviewed next week. This is the first in a series and I am enjoying the complexity of her world building and characters. I hope it ends in the same fashion in which it started. I mean really, are there ghost writers out there, lurking about, just waiting to pounce on unfinished novels and trash the endings? That is one explanation. Tell me what others you can think of. I am going back outside. It is safer there.