DID YOU KNOW THE CHATELAINE IS NOVEL?

I have written thousands and thousands of pages attempting the novel. I have spent years now attempting the novel. Except for the rain forests that I've decimated (sorry sorry sorry to Nature!), it's not a wasted effort as one improves with practice, and also because I've been able to recycle some of the better chapters (within failed novels) into short stories. But, still, I've spent years failing at the form of novel....until now!

So it is with much purring that I announce my first successful novel entitled, what else

NOVEL CHATELAINE

It is being published by the illustrious and, more significantly, very charming Teeny Tiny Publications published by Amanda Laughtland.

Isn't it ironic that, when it comes to poetry, I blather forth BRICKS and BRICKS. But when it comes to the novel, I can only muster successfully a most tiny text (moithinks the Poetry Muse is very jealous and wishes, really, to retain most if not all of moi attention). NOVEL CHATELAINE contains seven small chapters. In fact, I'm happy to share the first chapter:

Chapter I

It began with the recollection of a blue silk pocket.

From which an iron key fell.

Which made her purr, "Well hello you 17th Century…!"

Doesn't that first chapter make you want to read more? It does?! Well, HERE'S THE KEY, I MEAN, MY GIFT! If you wish a copy of my novel, just email me (GalateaTen@aol.com) your snailmail address and I will send one to you for FREE!

I'ma telling you! If you keep sniffing for moi perfume and reading this blog, you will get ... bonuses!

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NOVEL CHATELAINE is part of a larger manuscript:

AIRPORT READING BENEATH LOW-WATTAGE BUT INSISTENT LIGHT: COLLECTED NOVELS

I know: I simply can't stop writing. The irony is that I don't now seek to write. I deliberately seek to do other things but the poems and stories just keep kidnapping me from days when, say, I can be learning gardening. Tsk: talk about living life slant! Deep -- very deeeeeeep -- within me lies an absolutely brilliant gardener. I just know it, y'all. I just know it....and she beats on her chest as she continues to maintain ... Faith.