Back in August, he had his own idea to share with me. He didn’t say it was a good idea. He said it was an interesting idea. What he actually said was, “I’ve been thinking about something. You might find it interesting but it’s a little outside of the box”, which gave me chills because the last time he thought outside of the box, we ended up investing in a canoe business.
Here’s a life tip: If you don’t know anything about canoes, you should be maybe reflect a bit before putting everything you have in a business that makes canoes.
But that was then and this was very much now. What he said next was, “You know our short story collection, Love Unexpected? What if we took all of the stories, rewrote them, and turned the entire thing into a novel?”
“It can’t be a novel,” I told him. “Every story has a different main character.”
“But the character in each story is always a woman looking for love. We’ll just make that character the same woman, seeking her one true love and struggling to find him.”
“Please tell me you're joking.” On reflection, this is also what I said when he mentioned the canoe thing.
“It could work. Not definitely but maybe.”
It was madness, of course, and I said as much when I told the Good Witch about it. But Glynn argued for the idea again and GW decided she liked the concept. Honestly, I think she just wanted to see if we could pull it off. Which made me wonder if we could pull it off.
And then I decided I had to know if we could do this thing.
Months later, it’s done. Rewritten, re-edited, then rewritten again. Not all of the stories fit into the novel, no matter how we tried. Despite our best efforts, the Dickens tale and the zombie story never quite worked and our beta readers made sure we knew it. (Thank you, beta readers.) Now that the task is complete, I think the finished piece reads as an entertaining and satisfying novel. Our beta readers, not knowing how the project started, have told us they think so, too.
“I told you it would work,” Glynn said yesterday.
“You also said it would take a couple of weeks, tops,” I reminded him. Which kind of ended that conversation, so he wandered away to watch football.
Next week, the cover reveal.