I set myself a deadline of the end of August to finish rewriting my book, Fried Flowers and Fango, and I’ve done it! The book is much refined and expanded, and now has 25 chapters (as opposed to the original 15) and about 85,000 words. It has been a long labour of love, and I can hardly bear to let it go, but I’ve told a publisher who was kind enough to express (mild) interest that it’s ready. Silence at that end though. I comfort myself with the thought that he’s probably on holiday.
I’m wondering whether I should use the original title again, or a new one. Mud and Prosecco springs to mind. Any comments or thoughts would be most welcome.
Meanwhile, I’ve had marvellous feedback on the first book, from someone I don’t know. She contacted me to say she’d enjoyed the book, to thank me for the tip off about the detective novels of Andrea Camilleri, and to ask how to fry flowers. I sent back suggestions,and after a bit of correspondnce, she told me she and her partner were on holiday in Italy, eating fried flowers on a rooftop terrace in Pisa, and he proposed! I like to think I had a hand in this romantic outcome.