Free at last

The best part of writing a book is, by far, finishing the damn thing. I have been eating, driving, sleeping, showering, ironing, vacuuming, and everything else, this book for the last two weeks. I sat down at the computer Friday night and barely got up until 9:30 this morning, when I emailed it to my editor and agent. Is it any wonder I feel like a hostage who's just been freed?





My work-in-progress is now a bona fide manuscript. Now that it's done, I'll tell you a little about it.

What would you do if you (presuming you're in the market) met a man who was successful, wealthy, handsome, considerate, a true gentleman, and who was crazy about you? The absolute perfect man . . . in every way but one? And if his one imperfection was, well, the stuff romance novels heroes are always so great at? (I call this my anti-romance; the idea came to me by playing the traditional writer's game of What If . . .?)

The name of the book is (drum roll, please) . . . A New Kind of Bliss. It'll be published by Kensington's Dafina imprint and will be at a bookstore near you in May 2009. More info will be following in the months ahead.

So what will I be up to now that this manuscript is finished? Not a blessed thing. At least for the next couple of days . . . .