I am SO GOOD, that three years later, I can still annoy you.
You can bow and chant that you are not worthy.
And I’ll blush and Aw- shucks you while kicking up dust….
Linda’s Blog
Let's talk books. And book covers.
For as many of my author friends who are ecstatic about the way their book covers turned out..
I say plenty of stupid things, so why don't I have a book deal yet?
Words to the wise.
“Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby.
I love knowing interesting people.
I am easily bored. I used to move alot. And change jobs. And travel. And go out.
One of a few things I'm trying to not dwell on.
Here’s the backstory if you’re new here-
or if you’re like my husband who only hears the words that come after steak,
We're Not Waving, We're Drowning
On a trip to Savannah, I found a bronze statue by the river. I asked a shop clerk about The Waving Girl and he told me a story of desperate love, of loss and redemption. I spent three days in the archives and over three years researching, reading and rewriting this story based on Florence Martus and her brother George, a lighthouse keeper.
Linda Sands’s We’re Not Waving, We’re Drowning, is a haunting, multi-generational commercial southern women’s novel set in Savannah between 1894 and the present. It’s not a mystery, even though a man disappears. And it’s not a romance, even though the three protagonists—each living in a different era—do fall in love. Rather it’s a big, meaty meal of a novel about women searching for family and discovering strength and loss and identity in a changing world and at particularly transitional times of their lives.
Another Perspective on Why Writers Write
I am all about the somethingness. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
“The writer must not really know what he is knowing,
What did you do on summer vacation, Johnny? Well, I almost drowned…
So, yes. I went on vacation. And yep, I actually came back. Dammit. The post delay has many reasons…