My web page is called 2nd Acts because writing is a second act in my life. I always wanted to be a writer, but life got in the way. After raising three kids, being married for 51 years, working as an executive assistant to some very nice CEOs, and then becoming a widow, I figure I’d better get a move on with my second act before the curtain descends for the last time. (Cue the lugubrious music.)
I’ve been advised not to talk about my age, because there’s little interest in what old people have to say. It’s true we live in a time and place that values youth, and as a society, we tend to marginalize the elderly. There’s a point, though, when old age becomes cute (think “spunky” and “look, she still doesn’t wear orthopedic shoes”). I’m just about there, so let’s go with that. I trust you to see beyond my wrinkles.
My first book, Five for the Money, is about five office workers whose lottery pool hits the big jackpot. The infusion of sudden wealth into their lives is a game-changer, and not always a good one. These people are gob-smacked with all the possibilities before them. What to choose? What to keep? What to discard? If you’ve ever fantasized about winning the lottery, you’ll be able to relate.
Five is available on Amazon, and you can click the link on this website and presto! You’re there. I would be eternally grateful if you readers would review it on Amazon. It’s not hard, really. Just say what you think. One review I like says, “Got the book yesterday, read it today, loved it.” Rumor has it that if a book garners a respectable number of reviews, say 50 or so, Amazon pricks up its corporate ears and starts paying attention.
Book Number Two – in progress – is titled Every Last Stitch. No, it’s not about a stripper. This is the story of two sisters who clear out their mother’s house after her death, and in the process learn her deepest, darkest secret. They also learn a lot about themselves as their lives take surprising turns. The leitmotif is a baby quilt found in an old trunk in the attic, with a threaded needle still stuck in one of the squares. Who was working on that square, and why did she leave it unfinished? By the last chapter, every last stitch is revealed.
Self-published books appear at the rate of about half a million a year. Plus there are all those that are conventionally-published. That’s a lot of books. “Why should I read yours?” you ask. Just for fun. That’s the same reason I write them. Together, we’ll go on a little trip through our imaginations. I’ll tell you stories; you step into them. If it stops being fun, you stop reading and I’ll stop writing. How’s that for a deal?