Soon–not soon enough–you’ll be able to read a book that I have helped critique as part of my chapter of Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. I don’t want that to sound like my contribution to the creative effort was significant in bringing this new author to light. In fact, it is entirely possible that my characteristic pause while collecting my thoughts before speaking was more detrimental than constructive to the endeavor. Oh well, apoplexy amuses me a somewhat and it’s nothing a drive up Fall River Road can’t cure anyhow.
I searched for the right way to say what I felt, to arrive at a perfect aggregation of Ms Harris’ work–the blurby-kind that end up on the back of the book if you are a bit more noteworthy than me. Thankfully I have finally got it and in the interest of sharing you can take this next bit under a creative commons license so that if you are reading blog and you are more likely to end up on the back of this new author’s book with a blurb than I am, you can save yourself the rumination:
Kathy Lynn Harris’ writing is as warm as a table-top beer and as refreshing as that beer poured over ice with a wedge of lemon…and as funny.
There you go.
Free for the taking.
And spot on. There are other juicy bits I’d like to squeeze in but can’t since it would over burden the metaphor–just assume that’s all in the lemon wedge part.
I would love to tell you what the title might be, but I am not even sure she’ll know until that’s all worked out with her agent [place agent name here to look like I bothered to research]. I read it under at least two working titles. Hopefully I can come back an update this entry when the time comes.
Her main character, a young Texas woman named Bailey, is on a journey of the soul that she projects onto a physical journey to Colorado. Several friends, old and new, and as round as the writing books tell you to make characters (a little bumpy too) help and hinder her in various ways: inspire her to leave, beg her to stay, or turn her away.
At times you feel Bailey will discover what she seeks and at others that she will realize she has always had it. Or maybe that she never needed it in the first place. Whichever it turns out to be you will enjoy the real–no, robust…rowdy…rambunctious…risible…definitely something with an ‘r’–people inhabiting Ms Harris’ dusty Texas roads and clear Colorado skies.
