Maybe I have two books (for adults, as in books for grown-ups, not adult books as in XXX fare) instead of just one? Maybe I have a memoir along with a novel?
I was having a conversation with one of my writing critique friends, and she suggested I might have a memoir in the making--a true account of the unraveling of my family, a chronicling of my sorrow, an account of how I healed myself through writing.
I'm thinking about it...
Here's hoping that 2017 (and the three years after that) are peaceful and compassionate and inclusive. And now onto the business of book blurbs:
Here is the book cover and my blurb:
Full of Surprises Monty
Monty was getting married. Finally.
His mother thought the day would never happen. “That boy’s gonna be forty-five and still living in my basement,” and she was kidding, but only a little.
So when Monty dated Dorthea and then got engaged, it was miraculous. Monty, whenever he felt like living on the wild side, would double-knot his shoelaces. When he felt edgy, he’d roll on gel deodorant instead of the solid. There is a woman who loves a man like Monty? Hallelujah.
On their wedding day, Monty, eager to show off his new “wild thing” personality that Dorthea had unleashed, convinced all his groomsmen to wear colorful socks. He plans on doing a special dance at the reception to make his bride’s day extra special.
Will Monty and Dorthea stay together past the last champagne toast? Or will Dorthea become immediately too full of Monty… and leave him? (148 words)
And for those bloggers who love to work ahead, here is the photo for next week: