THE ROMANTIC IMPERATIVE – My Longest Novel

December 20, 2015

Dear Readers (of my retired newsletters, present Facebook blogs, and twitter pages),

If you recall, my editor Trai Cartwright received the first draft of THE ROMANTIC IMPERATIVE , and sent it back  with copious notes, asking for 75 more pages.

With my calculations, she asked for about 25,000 more words.

The first draft I had sent her was about 68,000 words. The second draft came in at 96,000 words.

Therefore, I’ve turned out about a  420-page novel. I’m smiling.

I wrote every morning, completely fascinated. My brain was honed; I could do no  wrong. Then the holidays came. I  put on three dinner parties: 

Thanksgiving, Neighborhood Progressive Christmas Party (we were the first house, serving wassail), and the Chanukah dinner party. I continued writing every morning. It gave continuity to my days and weeks.

I finished this second edit yesterday, notified my editor, and sent the manuscript to Sir Speedy to print off a copy for her. She wrote back, “Send it toot sweet.”

All is quiet now. I’m picking up odds and ends in my daily life. There is a vacuum.