Greetings, Dear Readers,
It is with great excitement that I announce that “Vibrato” will be published this winter. Vibrato, the story of a simple man, Zack Ledbetter, raised on a farm in Quebec in 1915 who dreams of being a renowned guitarist. He first puts that dream aside to assist his family, then to serve his country in World War II, then to raise his two children after the tragic death of his wife. It is only as he approached his twilight years and meets Rose does he have a chance to go after his dreams. I'm hoping this Christmas my novel will be as popular a present as fruitcake.
Iris told me that she has received the preview copy of the audio book and played it for my grandfather. I wish I could have been there to watch his eyes light up as he realized I wrote a fictional version of his life's story. I wish I could have seen the look on Iris's face when she heard the dedication “To Iris, the second great love of my Grandfather's life. Thank you for accepting this crazy family into your own. Thank you for being another grandmother to my children, finding just the right thing for Merrie's dolls and encouraging Robin when you saw him. More than anything, thank you for your tireless devotion to my grandfather.”
I didn't say a word of this novel because I wanted to surprise Grandpa Jim. I hope he's pleased with the effort.
I'm making slow progress on my next novel. Antony Phinster, professional pianist, tucked his two year old daughter into bed one night. Shelly woke up with 102 fever, stiff neck, and was diagnosed with meningitis at the ER. She survives but is left deaf. Tim's mother Faith starts to go to the hospital but is hit by a drunk driver on her way there. She is left with a brain injury that effects everything. It's tentatively titled Aftermath and I hope to be done with by December.
I've also have spoke with Rebbecca, our house sitter. Mom has stopped leaving her presents around the neighborhood, thankfully. She is now turning off the neighbor's sprinklers instead. Rebbecca is waiting until after my grandfather's passing to call the police, feeling that Mom deserves to be there when he's laid out. She notes that the Clayton's down the street might not wait that long- evidential trying to sell a house with a loony neighbor is not a fun experience.
Before I forget- I must compliment Moira on her wonderful kindness. She is organizing a fund raiser for a domestic abuse shelter that not only accepts battered men but also pets. It seems that, like in Tim's case, people will stay in an abuse relationship because they are afraid of what the abuser will do to the pets should they leave. Most shelters don't accept pets, so the victim feels trapped. I guess when she gets fired up about something, she'll go to the ends of the earth to make things better.
I think I've accepted Robin's diagnosis... it's tough to think that your son is mildly autistic. One on hand, I hate the news... on the other, I personally am grateful that we are hearing the word mild. I'm researching what he needs to live life as fully as possible.
I know the next time we talk, I will have bitter news to discuss.