Here he is: Keenan Rossi in the flesh

This has all happened so fast, it's unbelievable.
I just received the cover art for my new story, Those Who Wait.
they did a fantastic job
hope you enjoy
Slainte,\
Veronica

The contract is signed and sent!

I admit I was getting a tad nervous when the contract didn't arrive and I'd blabbed it all over my loops.
But--it arrived last night. It turns out this publisher is based in Alaska--which explains why I received responses to questions long LONG after close of business EST.

It is signed and will go out in today's mail. It's kind of fun contributing to cover art and blurbs and excerpts. Way cool.
Slainte,
V

Getting the lay of the land

Just so everyone is on the same page, the little ones pictured above and below are two of my grandchildren, Meredith Sinead [4] and Owen Liam [2]. They are among the brightest lights in my life.
I am blessed to have four gorgeous grandchildren who mean more to me than words will ever describe.
These particular pictures were taken in August 2010 immediately prior to a kiddie parade which kicked off the annual fireman's carnival in the kids' hometown in Western New York. Their mother, my daughter, made the costumes.
It rained of course. The adults were disappointed; the kids thought it was great--probably because it was hot as blazes and no thunder sounded.
Oh what a night
slainte
Veronica

The Lighthouse

I love lighthouses.
Adore them.
For their appearance, the role they have played in history, the possibilities for stories.

One of Nora Roberts' category romances, part of the MacGregor Series, featured a reclusive hero who lived in a lighthouse and made a living as a creator of a comic strip.
He lived in a lighthouse. How cool is that?
The Charlotte lighthouse overlooks the Genesee River where it feeds into Lake Ontario at Summerville. It is a lovely old building, as charming as the picture depicts.
It will be featured regularly in future stories.
Slainte
Veronica

You Never Know

     While sitting in a nasty smelling Tucson [my husband is a fisherman so the fishy odors are part of the package] this past Wednesday night, reading reviews from the latest RT Bookclub I came across an article about a new electronic publisher who is looking for submissions to their Late Escape line [baby boomer-aged heroes and heroines]. 
Baby boomers. Right up my alley. No one is more attractive to me than a man who's been around the block a time or two and is past needing to suck in his gut because he thinks it hypes the attraction factor. Unh huh, pal. Make me laugh and I'm your slave for life. 

       I went home, dusted off a short story I wrote long ago and never found a home for, tweaked it a bit, and submitted to this publisher first thing Thursday morning. Then I set out to create a second author name.  It didn't take as long as I feared. Veronica Lynch is a legend among the women in my family. One of the first single women in Syracuse NY who proved a woman didn't need a wedding ring on her finger to be worthwhile. My kind of feminist role model.

     On Friday I received an email from the publisher, saying they loved it, wanted to contract it, would I consider making it longer? Sure thing, I said.  Not so easy, at it turns out, but I managed to get it to 5200 words. Sent it in Sunday afternoon. Fingers remain crossed. 

     On to creating a blog. A website [heh heh] will come later.  Much later.  Likely never.

Slainte