Deadline Rush

With my debut signing for The Scent of Money approaching, I feel lost in a blizzard. Not a snow blizzard, LOL, not in Houston...the kind of blizzard that blinds you with your eyes wide open. The kind of blizzard that bites your nose when you blink.

This coming Saturday, December 1, 2007, I will be at Woof's Gourmet Pet Bakery in Old Town Spring, Texas. I can't wait! There will a cake with the book cover for its icing and a red, white, and blue theme in honor of my mystery series, American Service Searchers, using Search Dogs to hunt for lost and/or dead people.

Prizes are set aside and ready to go packed in a box, the cake is ordered, and my new outfit I picked up from the cleaners this morning, the little card table, table cloth, chair, napkins, plates, forks, etc., are all ready to go. I feel good about having everything in order in a timely manner and feel good about being able to donate a percentage of the proceeds to All Woof Rescue. Everything for the first time in my life has come together like clockwork. Except the one area I have zero control over...the weather! It is supposed to rain all day Saturday.

And if it does, I'm still going to be there, grinning and loving every moment getting a chance to meet new people, seeing friends I know, and let's not forget the dogs. The wonderful world of canines. Come on out, eat some cake, shake my hand, meet some wonderful folks, and pet some doggies.

Hope to see you there and bring your umbrella,

Cherri
my website: www.cherrigalbiati.com

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Gonna go for it!

For the longest time, I've wanted to participate in the NaNoWriMo. This year I'm going to do it.
Time has NEVER been on my side. We are not good friends and probably never will be. So, why am I doing this? Because either I love writing so much I think I can accomplish this feat, or I'm just plain nuts. (most likely the latter)

For those of you who don't know about NaNoWriMo, it stands for National Novel Writer's Month. And is held every November. Beginning midnight-001 on November 1st, and ends midnight November 30th. The goal is to write a novel in one month and you must have at least 50,000 words to complete this task.

Am I up to the challenge?

Oh yeah! I'm gonna go for it!

Cherri

Ahhh...the editing process

Ever wonder what goes through an editor's mind while they're working on your manuscript?

Well, I actually stirred up the courage to ask mine and her answers actually surprised the dickens out of me, leaving me in awe at her intelligence.

Am I sucking up to my editor? Not a chance! Not after the way she returned my manuscript sliced and diced and hashed up with enough red marks to shame a third grader's English exam in the mud. Then...I took a step back and re-read every single comment and put them in the proper perspective. She was correct--in every single case. That, my dears, is difficult for me to admit.

Recently, Lisa, my editor, gave me a few minutes of her time and let me get inside her head to see her work through her eyes. Very interesting. This is what she shared with me.

Once she gets her hands on a script that peaks her interest, she reads the story all the way through. Then she rolls up her sleeves, so to speak, and gets out her red pens, highlighters, and iced tea. Blocking out the rest of the world she starts at the beginning again, by looking for misspelled words, then run-away sentences, poor grammar, mis-used words, verb content, and over-used words, etc.

As I watched the fire in her eyes light up, her passion for her work is truly astounding and I have to say quite contagious. Lisa makes every writer she's working with feel they are the best and most important people alive. And before she's finished with you, you'll believe it as well...

This morning, as I wrap up my final changes and turn in my novel once again over to Lisa, I'm feeling pretty good about all my errors. Not because I made them... No, no, no. Because I know without any doubts, my work of art, my baby I tolled over for an entire year...is now in the most capable hands in the world.

Feel you have a book or two inside you? Look up L & L Dreamspell Publishers and let Linda Houle and Lisa Rene Smith get to know you.

Filling in the empty lines,
Cherri

I Said Goodbye

I said goodbye to our oldest little old lady baby. Natasha Heather v. Katrina Heidelberg Vom Kleinen Zwinger (Galbiati).

Tasha came to us with an open heart filled with love, kindness, and elegance. Her nurturing disposition brought such a sense of balance to our home and now she's gone. We were greatly privileged to have her share her life with ours.

It'll be a long while before I stop feeling the life squeezing out of my heart.

I said goodbye...but not forever.

Natasha Galbiati
b. August 21, 1995 crossed over August 21, 2007

Interruptions In Writing

Ever wished you could write at anytime, anywhere, without interruptions?

During the process of writing my first novel, I worked full time outside the home in an office, worked with two German shepherds on call for Search missions, kept up with my family, and wrote in what spare time I could find...complaining non-stop that I never had enough time to write.

Now, I am home full time, our two dogs have retired from service, and I no longer can complain about not having time to write...So why isn't my muse dancing on my eyelashes sprinkling me with writer's dust? She's busy searching out dust bunnies under my desk, looking for issues on the internet she can stick her two cents into, and listening to idle gossip while sipping coffee with the neighbors. She's become unorganized, unruly, and cranky because she isn't doing what she should be doing--keeping my thoughts flowing on paper (er-uh, on the screen).

Last night we had a little discussion and although I have no doubt that she's back to skipping on my eyelashes, she still enjoys fluttering off and playing with the dogs, the neighbors, friends, and chatting up a storm promoting my books.

This morning the phone has rang three times, I promised a friend of mine I would travel with her this afternoon to a small town near Houston to pick out some fresh veggies from the Farmer's Market and the clothes in the dryer won't fold themselves or hang themselves up, and I really need to make a quick dash to the store for some milk, eggs, butter, and chocolate syrup, and then the filters in the a/c vent needs changing, and, and, and, and...

And maybe the problem isn't with my muse at all--

And so my day begins.

Grinning from ear to ear,
Cherri