Although I had decided not to take on another novel, a pesky character decided otherwise for me. Her name is Lyndsay Butt and she has the nerve even to wake me up at night and tell me what to write. She started off by telling me her name. And that she would tell me about her adventures. So now evolving is a novel called "The Memoir Of Lyndsay Butt.; A Novel." How many people can claim that kind of amusement in the middle of a pandemic?
And I intend to finish this much faster than anything I have previously written. First draft by end of June this year? That’s the goal!
I hope 2022 is a better year for all of us.
Warmest wishes,
Mary Lou Dickinson
p.s. If you’d like to see a page or two, let me know!
