The Dawning of a Lesbian/Bisexual Novel--When The Light Bulb Went On

To embark on the adventure of writing this book was scary. I wasn’t sure I had enough imagination. But I soon found out that I had enough kooks, goblins and good folks in my life that I could elaborate on and the ideas and words started to flow and so did the champagne. I needed it. I had to release the demons as well as make up stuff. Needless to say, as I wrote, I laughed, I wept, I got aroused and then would crash in angry solitude. It was maddening. The days I worked on the novel just fueled on pure black coffee were the times I did edits and re-writes when I thought I was in my right mind. But after the first 20 pages or so, it was like Pirandello’s “Six Characters In Search of An Author”. The characters spoke and I wrote it down.
I started writing because every major successful person who speaks to the media jabbers on about “you can achieve anything and don’t ever let anybody tell you what you can’t do—dreams do come true.” For the love of Pete, they don’t come true. I toiled at many dreams for many years and none of them ever succeeded. I’m not lazy, easily discouraged or bamboozled. I’m obsessive with my projects and know the value of follow through and persistence. Let’s get real folks—dreams don’t always come true and when the wampum runs out no one is going to keep financing a hard working loser. Hard work does not guarantee success at any rate. There’s got to be luck and friends which I am fresh out of. However, I rather liked writing, so this book “A Whistling Girl And A Crowing Hen Always Come To No Good End” was written when I got sick of the rat race and felt like exploring what many might consider inner demons. Some even turned out to be angels. I needed a departure. I needed to find some something that would help me to be financially independent since all my prior ventures were dependant upon the success of other persons—who shall remain nameless until further notice.
On a brighter note, I’m enjoying trying to make a go of it selling my e-books. It’s all on me and all I have to do is “depend on the kindness of strangers” to make the purchases. Face it—I’m a middle aged broad with fewer and fewer monetary prospects. Financial security is a worry that cripples me. I’ve never married because no one every asked. I stopped dating about 17 years ago. No regrets, here. I know I’m a fair weather friend and I hate weddings, showers of any kind, pot luck dinners and funerals. In my prior career I used to attend galas, opening nights, formal dinners, club openings and traveled the world. Call me a snob, but nobody has any class anymore. I’m a middle aged broad-spinster-with class who has lost her prospects. There’s an oxymoron for ya.
Once you read the book, write me and ask me the inspiration for every verb in the tome.
See the Website: www.paisleyparksbooks.com/photo
This page is cool because it is a collection of pictures that inspired me to write this thing. A picture is worth a thousand words.
Now this all may seem the rantings of some lush—maybe yes, maybe no.
But didn’t you every wonder what it would have been like to have Rita Hayworth as your woman?