Coming down to the last two chapters of the final draft of (drum roll, please)Â The Drowned Doll.
The title may change before it sees print, but that’s what it’s called now. It ties into the plot, trust me. My first shot at a contemporary murder mystery. In describing it to my agent, she termed is “a cozy” which I gather means it’s in the vein of Nero Wolfe or Hercule Poirot rather than Thomas Harris or James Lee Burke. Minimum of gore, emphasis on problem solving. Except for a smidgin of bad language and the fact that there is, y’know, some sex (none on stage/page), kids could read this. (Actually, I think adults are far too worried about what kids read, as if they couldn’t handle it—I was reading Harold Robbins at 13. Of course, considering how I came out…)
Anyway, I’m going to take pains with the last two chapters, so I probably won’t have this draft done done till, say, Wednesday. At which time I print it out and hand to Donna, who insisted on one more read-through before sending it to my agent. Two weeks tops, I think, before it leaves the house on its lonely journey into the world of savagery that is modern publishing.
Just wanted to let everyone know how it’s going. After I mail it I’ll have a few new bits of blog for the Muse.
