A new beginning

A couple of years back I started writing my first book. I sent it to an Australian literary agent, a sweet lady with a lot of patience but most importantly with a steely resilience. She must have fainted after reading my draft, because it took her six weeks to recover and get back to me with a feeble pat on my shoulder: “Keep trying!” She certainly got immune to my catastrophic writing by the time she read my third novel, but it all came with a price tag that I will remember to the day I’ll turn up my toes: she boxed my ears in her reports until she turned me into some sort of a writer. So now I need plastic surgery. Just kidding, my husband thinks my ears still look very sexy. Besides, two of my novels that have gone through her scrutiny are about to be published by Musa.

‘Love at first bite’ and ‘Why do birds fly’ are both romance novels set in the ‘ultra-rich’ world. Weird titles I chose, I reckon… As I was writing to Jeanne, Calliope’s Head Editor, I have no idea what devil prodded me to choose the title ‘Love at first bite’ in the first place. Perhaps I was hungry for a KFC meal, or maybe I dreamt at night about biting back my mongrel dog after she stuck her fangs in me in a bout of affection. But I’m pretty sure that a distorted version of the original reason ended up somewhere within the novel. Don't you want to know why? As for ‘Why do birds fly’ (please note the absence of a question mark), you may wish to make a list of answers until you get to read my book, and only then will you figure out if you got the correct one.

So count on me to come back here to haunt the blogs and let you know about the release dates. I am itching to find them out, but my Delphi page stubbornly shows they’re on hold, so I’ll keep pestering the team until they will either make a change to it, or they’ll kick me out of the Musa family for being a vociferous nuisance. Until then, my warm regards to everyone!