Friday, September 7, 2012

The Blurb!

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The blurb, the little synapsis that hooks a reader and gets them interested in reading your book. There should be a horror film called "The Blurb" where the writer screams maniacally at a computer screen with a blinking cursor, while ripping their hair out in chunks. I am really not trying to be over dramatic but the blurb was harder to write than most of the book!

It is really difficult for a verbose gal, like myself, to be succinct about a few hundred pages of blood, sweat and tears. I am guessing here but I imagine it took me as long to write the blurb as it did the last 2 chapters I wrote.

*Raises fist in triumph* It is done!! I have completed a draft that I think will suffice.

Here is where I need you. Take a moment, read it and leave me a comment letting me know what you thought. Did it hook you? Did it bomb? Here is your chance to give me a piece of your mind!

Elizabeth Bradshaw has spent her life picking up the the pieces of her delicate past and hiding them; never to be seen or heard. Her secrecy has worked until the day Beth receives word that her only confidant, Tommy, has been killed. Devastated, she leaves her new life behind to embark on a pilgrimage home for Tommy’s funeral.

When faced, yet again, with more pieces to pick up and pack away, Beth begins to question the choice to keep everyone in life at arm’s length. 

As Beth reconnects with Ryan, Tommy’s nephew, she begins a journey that will unearth her secrecy and teach her grace, love and forgiveness.

Sunday, September 2, 2012


This Labor Day Weekend, I am celebrating the hard labor I've put into my book. It is surreal and exciting to announce that I am 2/3 completed, I have 55k words typed. Excuse me while I celebrate myself for a moment *~*Happy Dance*~* I didn't think I would make it past a single page; a chapter written was my first goal. Coming soon to an e-reader near you: The Final Piece by Maggi Myers.

This weekend I have been writing about Beth's journey home. It's got me thinking about what home has come to mean to me over the years. My home, my roots, my heart will forever be on the porch swing on sixth street. That is where my grandparents live and it where my pilgrimage leads me when I yearn for "home."I am blessed to have a big obnoxious family who love me more than I deserve at times. I am completely and madly in love with them and all their craziness, in turn. No matter where I am, no matter what I am going through, I know that my room waits for me on the second floor. The alley looks exactly the same framed by the windows I have daydreamed out of since I was a little girl.

If I were to draw a parallel between Beth and myself, "home" is where we are most alike. Sharing that piece of myself has been an intimate and tender trip down memory lane. Beth gets my passion and allows me to write it into her life. When you read about her journey, you will understand how much that means to me. It makes me miss sixth street.

Now that I am a grown woman, my home consists of my husband and my sons. We have navigated our way through 5 states in 10 years. We were never in one place long so wherever we were together was "home."My favorite place in the world.

My husband of 14 years is leaving to spend a year working in Germany. Tomorrow evening he will leave our home behind to embark on a new chapter of his career. I have never been separated from him longer than 6 months since I was 19 years old. For the first time, home will feel empty.

I hope he gets homesick; we will be homesick for him everyday. He knows that wherever he goes, no matter where we are "home" will be waiting.