As usual, when I start something new, the world about me seems to come alive with more demands for my time.

A couple weeks back, I started a blog, figuring I’d have time to piddle with it, you know, a tweak here, a tweak there.

Then I received an editorial letter from my editor regarding the first three novels I’d signed contracts for.

Now I have a new editor, and that is always an experience, for each has her own perceptions. While it is nice and comfortable working for years with an editor, a new one always forces me to look at my own writing.

I have a friend who complains about editorial letters. For those unfamiliar with the term, it is simply a letter asking questions about various parts of the book.

I like them. They point out not mistakes, but paragraphs or clauses or phrases I did not write clearly. Oh, I might have understood them, but others didn’t.

And one thing I learned about writing is you cannot be successful if others do not understand what you’re saying.

Anyway, after I rewrote the first novel, I received a letter on the second, and then the third. This morning, November 4, I’m almost halfway through the book.

And that on top of the unfinished remodeling job of a bathroom, four- and two-year-old grandsons, and half-a-dozen other tasks, I’ve had to neglect the blog somewhat.

Still, bear with me.

I’ve already voted, so today, I should be able to do a little more work on it.