Before Hemphill Towers, my writing consisted of limericks for my grandkids. Maybe that’s why I agreed to write a short humor story about me and two online friends. We projected ourselves back in age as career women, each described a love interest, and I was to turn the ideas into a type of spoof story. But the words just kept flowing, plot twists came in my dreams, and before long, I had written a novel.
Well, it wasn’t quite as easy as that sounded. I emailed the novel to family and friends in fifteen weekly installments, as each was written. God forbid if one happened to be late. They kept me on my toes and pushed me to finish. They also let me bounce ideas off them, especially a small MS group. An 85 year old man, caregiver to his 86 year old wife with MS, and smart as a whip said, “Leo, use me in your novel any way you want.” So I did. He became Mayor Hemphill. I was almost finished with the book and still hadn’t chosen a name. Then, it leapt out at me. Hemphill Towers, named for several men who had passed the Mayor’s hat from generation to generation. My friend was delighted.
It’s been a long journey from the first draft to the one I submitted to MuseItUp Publishing. There are still edits to be done, but I have a contract and my dream of being published will soon be a reality.
Next week, May 8, I’ll show you pictures of my (wishful thinking) cast of characters.