Okay...so this isn't a picture of a woman. But (you won't be amazed by this piece of information) I couldn't find one. Nope. Not a one. Anyway, there was once this crazy woman who wrote historical romance. (The writing of historical romance wasn't what made her crazy. Her husband contends she was always that way.) She also worked as a registered nurse--but that wasn't what made her crazy, either, at least not too much. Well, one day, while downloading e-mail (a usually innocuous task) she managed to download malware onto her computer. Like a living thing, the monster took over every document on her computer. And there was no way to retrieve anything...unless she wanted to go onto the Dark Web (yeah, RIGHT!) and pay the people who'd committed the crime an unstated amount of money to get everything back. Say again? How was she to pay for it? With her credit card? (FAT chance.) The alternative was to wipe her computer clean, reload the operating system and pray that everything was on her external hard drive. But guess what? Her external hard drive had been plugged into her computer at the time, and it was infected, too. Had she saved anything on a thumb drive? Oh-h, no. Had she backed up anything on The Cloud? No to that question, too.
Did despair overwhelm her? Heck, no! (Well, I should say, it threatened, but she overcame the dark emotion.)
Instead, her two absolutely MARVELOUS critique partners, Cathy MacRae and Dawn Marie Hamilton, came through with copies of all the chapters of her latest book they'd critiqued (which was all of them). So the author put them side-by-side and compiled their critiques, then put the compiled version side-by-side with a blank document and rewrote the story.
She'd had this wonderful former publisher, too. The publisher had saved the first three books she'd written and published through Turquoise Morning Press, along with all the art work and the document reverting all rights, including art work, back to the author. Such a relief.
Everything the woman lost had been recovered--at least, everything of importance.
You'll never guess who that woman was. (Or maybe you already have....) It's true. That crazy woman was me. (See the Picture at the top right of this blog. It wasn't what I looked like on that awful day.) The dirty deed happened last July, and the books are now almost ready to begin uploading them once again. So, if you loved the original series, check back with me in a few weeks and I'll have some good news for you. Ditto, for those of you who want to read them for the first time!
Did despair overwhelm her? Heck, no! (Well, I should say, it threatened, but she overcame the dark emotion.)
Instead, her two absolutely MARVELOUS critique partners, Cathy MacRae and Dawn Marie Hamilton, came through with copies of all the chapters of her latest book they'd critiqued (which was all of them). So the author put them side-by-side and compiled their critiques, then put the compiled version side-by-side with a blank document and rewrote the story.
She'd had this wonderful former publisher, too. The publisher had saved the first three books she'd written and published through Turquoise Morning Press, along with all the art work and the document reverting all rights, including art work, back to the author. Such a relief.
Everything the woman lost had been recovered--at least, everything of importance.
You'll never guess who that woman was. (Or maybe you already have....) It's true. That crazy woman was me. (See the Picture at the top right of this blog. It wasn't what I looked like on that awful day.) The dirty deed happened last July, and the books are now almost ready to begin uploading them once again. So, if you loved the original series, check back with me in a few weeks and I'll have some good news for you. Ditto, for those of you who want to read them for the first time!