The Arbor Scribe

Earlier this year I said that occasionally you'd hear from some of the characters who inhabit the books I write. And that will also include my very opinionated little Muse named Yardley. I'll let her tell you about herself and how she got her name. So Royce told us something about her past and present in last post. I hope it whetted one or two, maybe, possibly, readers' interest in reading her full adventures in Disguise for Death, Encore for Death, and Fury for Death. I confess, that last title eluded me - forever, it seemed. I sure hope it works.

Okay, maybe we'll try and catch up with Yardley in a couple of months. If she chooses to show herself. She's probably off at the North Pole giggling right now. She has been mercilessly lashing me the last three months or so to GET THOSE THREE BOOKS out in the world! Well, little Muse, they almost are. Still some details I must fix for the publisher.

I enjoyed a rare treat a few days ago. I was able to spend a few hours with a couple of local Writers Guild members at a booksigning event. I meet them via Zoom Guild meetings monthly, though I miss sometimes. And the Guild meets in person every other month, which I also miss fairly regularly! It isn't that I don't want to interact and talk with them, I've just let myself slow down the last two or three years.

Plus I've slowed down in other ways! It now takes me longer to, first, decide I need to read through and then edit a manuscript I want to publish. Maybe even, oh, the pain, revise parts of said manuscript! And two, decide it needs to be done NOW. Three, actually put decision into action and accomplish the task.

So all three of those tasks have finally been accomplished. Happy Day!

But - wait. Uploading errors (mine) can still prevent this ship (print versions) from leaving the dock. Technical stuff. I like some technical stuff. But when despite my best efforts, I CAN'T figure out what I have to do. I DON'T like technical stuff!!!

In Encore for Death, Royce Thorne, Book 2, must face the possibility of resurrecting the previous year's revelation of her late husband's betrayal to save someone else she has come to love.