I have spent 1001 nights with Rosamunde Pilcher reading Coming Home. Well, 1001 nights minus about 900. I love that woman. Her hard bound book of 728 pages gave me a good night’s read—usually from 12 to 2 a.m. I loved that I could put it down, go to sleep, and look forward to picking it up the next night. It was an ongoing saga. Wonderful. (I even learned that Rosamunde is the name of a rose.) After that book I went immediately to Fanny Flagg’s, I Still Dream About You—I couldn’t put it down and read it in a couple of nights. (Not 728 pages.) Read that one it will give you an entirely different view of Birmingham Alabama. Two women novelists, both I love. Now I’m lost, no great novel to read. I need to go shopping…
Did you know that more people read non-fiction than fiction? Yet consider the depth, the imagination, the flow of words, and yes the philosophy that manages to seep into the pages of a novel. I have been trying to keep a novel going continually, for I believe it feeds my brain. And here I am writing non-fiction.
Okay guys, after hearing me rant and rave and pull my hair over trying to think of a title for my book I am back to The Frog’s Song.
I would like to be more quirky, not too poetic, something people would remember, short this time, not like my horse book that takes a sentence to write, but I am terrible at titles.
I have updated my website http://www.wishonawhitehorse.com/ “White Orchids and White Horses.”
If you care to take a peek or to read an excerpt of either The Frog’s Song or It’s Hard To Stay On A Horse While You’re Unconscious—or even see some beautiful pictures of Hawaii, check out
http://www.wishonawhitehorse.com/
Over and out,
Joyce
