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July 8, 2019July 11, 2019by Joyce

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The Frog’s Song has her own site https://thefrogsong.com

My publisher won’t let me sell on a site, so you will find only fun stuff there, or out-takes. Of course I would love for you to buy the book, especially it you have ever dreamed of moving to a tropical island, or living off the grid. If you have ever been in financial straights, sifted sand, or watched a one-year-old smear caviar-like black sand on his legs, you might identify.

If you like horses, goats, dogs, cats, mongoose or wild pigs you might get a kick out of The Frog’s Song. Oh yes, and frogs.

My intent is that you find value there. If not, I’ve blown it.

The Frogs Song.com site is a chat room in the wilds, such as Hot Dog Guy set up on the Island at the Y in the road. Except here you will stay high and dry, and without a soggy hot dog.

Why were his the best hot dogs?

It’s in the book.

What did the lady sifting sand tell me about “Aloha?”

That’s in the book too.

Buying the book would benefit my mother–oh, she’s in heaven, but smiling, my kids, they’re here, my dog, my cats, my chickens–yep they would be fed, but mainly my publishing company.

Aloha,

Joyce

The Book
Where Champagne is Mandatory

I’m excited about this.

Strange, that excitement would hit me. Not about the book specifically, or its title, but its release.

My little bird. Time to fly.

Where Champagne is Mandatory

and the birds of Eden sing

by jewell d

Yep, jewell d. that’s me.

What came to me during meditation was this: First, I want my characters to see the light of day, not languish in a drawer someplace. Second, I want my book to be read, and at a reasonable price.

When a customer asked Kirkus (the review people) the question, “Who spends $12.99, or even $9.99 on a romance novel?” They answered, “Nobody

“Well, there you have it.”

Maybe Danielle Steel can command such a price, ($14.95 for a Kindle version?), but then she has already sold a kilzion books, has a readership, and a reputation for giving a reader what they want.

Me?

I’m Ms. Cellophane. Nobody knows my name.

I could call Where Champagne is Mandatory a romance novel for there are more romantic entanglements in it than Zebras have stripes.

I would like to call it an adventure, for that’s what my protagonist wants and gets.

And then there is a mystery. No dead bodies, but a quest, a search, and a problem that needs solving.

Regarding a spiritual aspect–that is intrinsic to all human beings.

I made a total mess of myself over this manuscript last Saturday. I wanted to enter it in a contest where I could get some feedback. I thought I had until December 21, 2020, but they changed the date to Dec 1, 2020. I had two days to run it through Grammarly, and do last-minute edits. Last-minute, I mean last day. Friday went splendidly, a leisurely work-day followed by dinner and a movie with my husband. Saturday I had the day to myself, okay, good, I’ll get this manuscript completed, no sweat. I began at 8 a.m and finished at 4:30 am the following morning. Then I needed to write a blurb.

I wonder what I wrote.

I was happy. I got it off.

The only trouble is, for three days my hips have been setting off fireworks to each other.

“How we suffer for our sanity.”

“Inflamed Cartledge,” said my chiropractor. Inflamed Cartledge? I didn’t know Cartledge had feeling. Mr. Chiropractor said to sit on a foam cushion, a desk chair gets too hard.

Life lessons.

When I opened my book The Frog’s Song edited by someone I adore and published by a reputable company and found words that didn’t sound like me, I decided to go with the unvarnished truth of me and my friends—the fictional people who populate Where Champagne is Mandatory. In meditation, I got, “Publish your own damn book.”

Yeah yeah, I know a book must be edited, massaged, proofread until much of its juice is sucked out. Odd, too, that everybody has a spin on how it must sound, but how many people stand over a painter and say, “That line is too thick, that tree doesn’t look right there.” Nope, a painter is stuck with their smears on a page. And nobody can change them once the paint has dried. Well, a teacher can along the way, and it isn’t that I’m not open to suggestion and critiques, it’s just that I’m determined, do not want to spend an arm and a leg plus give them my first-born child, then wait two years for it to be published.

I don’t have time for that.

My readers will tell me if my decision is a good one. and perhaps I will get some good advice from the contest I entered.

I could spend $2,347 for a Critique. $4,895 for a Comprehensive Edit, and $2,535 for a Copy edit. [Sinister Laughter.]

I’m not giving them one red cent, I will, however, sit at the feet of the masters:

Mark Twain wrote: “Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very.’ Your editor will delete it, and the writing will be just as it should be.”

When you read my book, if you find a lot of damns, you’ll know why.

Where Champagne is Mandatory has been in the works for over 40 years. It is written as Book I and Book II, each relating to the other. I struggled with the first. The second one wrote itself.

They say when you finish a novel to go back to the beginning and rewrite it, for then you are a better writer. I wonder, though, how many times one can do that. There comes a time to get on with it.

Now’s the time.

Novels are a way to know a person more than any live person, even one’s self. In a novel, we are God. And few people are as honest with themselves as are fictional characters—perhaps because they think no one is watching.

More people read non-fiction books than novels. Too bad. Art can be many things, good, bad, some are downright dismal. Like Voltaire’s Candide, required reading by some sinister college professor who thought would be good for the kids. Put that back to back with Don Quixote and you are ripe for a good depression.

Did they ever stop throwing rocks at that those guys?

In my mind, fiction ought to be fun, and have angst and mystery, and have characters we can love or hate. Mark Twain said we ought to be able to tell the difference between the two–the alive ones and the dead ones.

I’ve given it a shot.

Where Champagne is Mandatory, and the birds of Eden sing has a cover. I’ll put it on my site later on, and give you a synopsis. I might need back matter, and an ISBN and a code.

If I’m in control of my book, I can sell it on a website, online, or give away copies. I can sell it for $2.99 or $3.99 or give it away for Free. A publishing company won’t allow that.

Me? I’m the publishing company.

J.R.R.Tolkien, when he released The Lord of the Rings, said, “I have exposed my heart to be shot at.”

Here’s my heart.

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One half of a cup of coffee

Hee, hee, maybe someone else witll provide the other half. See, I support Dutch Bros, and I need the energy to keep going--just a little cup will do it. Thanks, you're an angel.

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