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And I've blubbed. Got really emotional. That's what I do. It's a bloody pain in my ass but it's what I do. I was born so super sensitive I gush at the sight of kittens.
This post is more for the benefit of those who have read Books 1 &/or 2 of Alias Jeannie Delaney and are waiting in line for Book 3. The writing of this socking great tome has sometimes been torture, sometimes satisfying, but mostly incredibly intense. The story is a right ol' rollercoaster of highs and lows, life and death, gunfights, fist fights, sex, blood, sometimes funny, drugs an' rock an' roll. Just kidding - omit the drugs an' rock an' roll.
I've spent the last forty years - give or take, and intermittently - writing, researching, editing, self-publishing and marketing the first two novels of Alias Jeannie Delaney. My visual artistry has been largely neglected in my impassioned longing to introduce my heroic western protagonist Jeannie Morgan out into the world. She's my OTT charismatic, scary and funny tomboy-beautiful pants-wearing cowgirl who's the fastest gun west of the Mississippi and a magnificent lover to both men and women.
She's me. Apparently. I was told. The character I created back in my teens during the late 1960s into the 70s. The individual I craved to be in response to my emotionally neglected upbringing. Plus, I was becoming a budding UK wild west gal re-enacting my western persona Kitty Le Roy, who was frustrated with the lousy roles for women in westerns. I wanted to help correct that. So I wrote the story I wanted to read. And Jeannie was and still is ahead of her time. I'm told that this is very appropriate timing for her to be released.
So, as you can see, my heart and soul have gone into this story.
I've reached the end before, in previous editing, but since publishing Books 1 and 2, PA hubby suggested tentatively, in case I blew his head off, that ideally, the ending should blow readers' heads off with dynamite. Western style, you understand.
Therefore I had to change the original ending because it was 'nice' 'Nice' ain't good. 'Nice' don't hack it and have you blubbing into your coffee mug around the chuckwagon. It made you smile like a mule on opium, but smiling don't hack it either. I needed that ending to leave the reader, if not wrung out and suicidal, certainly bawling their heads off into their whiskey.
So I've changed it thanks to PA hubby. (Yes, he will get the credit). I've woven in a extra piece of plotting to end on a non- opium induced high - a big bang grand finale. Now I've almost done it. I reached the final chapter last night and I just couldn't edit it. I grew sad, emotional and tearful. F**k. I hate that. This is a good thing. I think it means I've done it. I hope so. I hope I've achieved what I set out to do. I'll only know when hubby can barely read out that chapter during the second stage of editing and have to be fortified with his own favourite brand of whiskey.
So I'm writing this post as a necessary pause in editing before returning to that final chapter. To get my head around it. To gather my emotional reserves in order to tackle that finale. I'm nervous. I read once that J. K. Rowling killed someone off and became miserable as hell. Her husband suggested that she didn't have to do that, but of course she went right ahead and wrote it because she had to. Being a writer sucks. It can f*****g hurt. But if it's a good or even a great piece of writing, you'll bawl into your glass of sarsaparilla or whiskey, wipe your tears and mosey on. That's what I've got to do.
So, hold onto yer hats, I'm fixin' to dive right in... 😱ðŸ¤
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THE AUTHOR
LOOKING SUITABLY SCARY
WITH HER WINCHESTER RIFLE |
BOOK 1 - GO WEST, GIRL! & BOOK 2 - THE OUTLAW'S RETURN, HAVE
APPEARED IN THESE BLOGS & ON YOUTUBE:
ALIAS JEANNIE DELANEY -
THE STORYLINE
Dynamic pants-wearing cowgirl Jeannie Morgan is the fastest gun west of the Mississippi. Upon discovering that her sexuality is as fluid as a miner's whiskey & both men & women enjoy her magnificent lovemaking, she feels as though she's been trampled by a cattle stampede.
She's born in vibrant New Orleans in 1865 & strongly rebels against the upbringing of a Victorian girl. The family head west where she finds her true calling on her Pa's ranch. She also discovers with relish that her skill with a gun is lethal. The explosive combination of her tomboy beauty, her powerful charisma, her sexuality & her lethal gun all go against her. People are calling for her dismissal & even her death. Will it be a case of kill or be killed?
IF YOU'VE READ & ENJOYED THE STORY SO FAR, I'D BE INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL IF YOU COULD LEAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW ON AMAZON. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
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