Today is January 2. And 2 is on my mind.
It’s been quite a while since I posted anything substantial on this blog, and with good reason: my literary energy has been spent writing sample chapters of the “Exit 4A” book for my agent and for prospective publishers. My agent is a longtime friend from college days, and she has two interested publishers on the hook.
One publisher wants to see the manuscript entirely in fiction; the other is more interested in a “thinly fictionalized” account of my 26-year-long affair with B. They both loved the sample chapters and the book’s premise and treatment.
Most authors are thrilled to have one publisher interested in his/her work, but I’m completely dumbfounded that I have TWO, and an inking of a deal is near. We should know more in a week or two. Two!
And I’m not pulling punches: all the characters will be in those pages, from the narcissistic lover, his four nutty kids, his obese and impossible wife of 38 years, the addled Celtic shrew who replaced me. All in rich detail.
Even if “thinly fictionalized.”
Is it revenge? Nope, it’s just the story of me and B.
Happy New Year everybody! Your encouragement has meant the world to me!
A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.
That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.