And then comes the hard part.
I'll have to write a synopsis, because I've written this without a contract and I didn't plot so much as the first page, so I had virtually no clue what was going to happen. I have been surprised at every turn. The thing is, I hate synopses. I'd write a whole book for someone if they'd just write my synopsis, blurb, and tagline.
Yeah, whether I find a publisher or do it myself, I'll have to do the blurb and tagline, too.
And reread and revise and revise and take out 475 justs, 550 looks, and at least 272 weak verbs. That's after I find at least 50 percent of the typos.
Like that's going to happen.
I remember writing about the day you write "The End" being the best day of a writer's life, except for the one when where the page starts with "Chapter One." I was wrong.
They're all good days.
With PTSD keeping him company, Ez thrives on the seclusion of the campground. The redhead in Cabin Three adds suggestions to his improvement plans, urging color and vibrancy where there was none.
Neither is looking for love, yet the attraction they share is undeniable. Can the comfort of campfires, hayrides, and sweet kisses bring these two lost souls together?