The Trebiditious New
Year
by DonnaRae Menard
'Twas the week after Christmas,
And just as I fear,
I can see it advancing,
the publishing New Year.
There'll be deadlines and queries,
submissions galore,
Re-writes and redlines,
each insidious chore.
A publisher demanding,
because it is due,
A manuscript finished,
before, I am not through.
The editor's trimming,
Leaving red circle and dot.
He slices out verbs,
regardless of plot.
The cover is shown,
glossy and sweet,
My name is misspelled,
but the rest of it's neat.
I don't get the formatting,
and don't really care.
I just want a reader,
My prose with to share.
What happened to writing?
The inspirational part?
I've thought of some stories,
I can't wait to start.
I've dreamed up a villain,
so vile and so dirty.
A hero, a partner,
and a girlfriend so flirty.
There'll be murder and mayhem,
a car crash and heist.
A dog-napping duo,
two corgis enticed.
Or a baker, a chef,
a cooker of treats,
with a freezer jam-packed
with illegal meats.
I'll reinvent grammies,
and an uncle or two,
A herring, so red,
to throw in the stew.
A cozy, a fairy,
a thriller, and more.
I just need an agent,
to knock on each door.
Just leave me in peace,
with my paper and pen.
Send a check in the mail,
About the Book:
After 10 years gone, Katelyn Took returns home in 1974 to find the grandmother who raised her dead under mysterious circumstances. Katelyn is ready to cut and run away from the now dilapidated farm, but Gram left her responsible for seventeen cats and a crazy old woman who still lives in the farmhouse. With no money to go, Katelyn takes a job at the feed store and a part-time gig as animal control officer, hoping to save enough to run again. But time is a funny thing. It raises memories, strengthens the heart, and sometimes brings something new into your life, adding confusion. It also allows the world to find you. Who’s watching from the bushes, ready to attack? Who’s going to walk away, Katelyn or the killer?The anger she felt towards Gram fades, replaced by grief and loss. Katelyn takes a temporary job working beside Grandpa's friend. She develops a romantic interest in the Deputy Sheriff, and just when she decides it doesn't matter because she's leaving town, a stalker makes her a target. The need to run isconstantly challenged by the anger at having what is hers yanked away. Is she going to stay? Continue her new romance? What about old friends who are new again and rallying around her? What price is she willing to pay to be a big city girl?
REVIEWS - Kassandra Lamb - Author of the Kate Huntington Mysteries, said;“The vivid descriptions of the characters and settings were great. Can't wait for the next one.”
Carl Glickman – Author of the Trembling Field, said;“Your dialogue, both spoken and internal, shine throughout...both very funny and at the same time suspenseful, this is hard to do and you do it well.”
About Donna Rae Menard:
DonnaRae's writing career
began in the seventh grade with descriptions of other students. It was also her
introduction to public speaking and the start of her training for the one
hundred yard dash in track and field.
There were diaries, journals, two tiny columns in
small-town newspapers, competition pieces for Toastmaster's International, and
boxes under her bed filled with novels.
She currently lives just outside of town in the type of
place where people feel free to drop off cats, kittens, cages of gerbils or
white rats, and even the occasional farm animal.
Her first traditionally published novel, Murder in the
Meadow, was released in August, 2021. In July 2022, the second novel of the
Katelyn Took, It's Never Too Late series will be available. Murder on Eagle
Drop Ridge. Also coming in 2021 will be a fantasy Waif and Warlord with Metal
and Magic Publishing.
5 comments:
Hi, DonnaRae, and so lovely to have you today. Your poem is so fun!
Love the poem!
Good luck and God's blessings in 2022
PamT
Thank you Vicki for having me,
Be safe,
DonnaRae
Thanks, Pam, its weird what comes out in the car!!
DonnaRae
DonnaRae, I love your sense of humor! As well as your writing. Keep putting words on that paper.
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