“Can’t we just whip one up?” is one of the many inside jokes shared among the members of the Best family.
Let me explain:
When my son was in elementary school making a science fair project was optional. I always encouraged my kids to take part in these activities and usually they did. But one year my son decided he wasn’t going to do a science project and, although I was disappointed, I decided to respect his wishes.
The night before the science fair, literally at bedtime, he decided he should have worked on a project to enter for judging. When I told him there wasn’t enough time to do a project he asked quite innocently, “Can’t we just whip one up?”
That line has been used countless times over the years, and still brings a giggle from us all from time to time.
I sometimes feel as though that’s the way some people feel about my work. They look at me with eager eyes and ask when the next book is coming. Now don’t get me wrong, I think their interest in my work is wonderful. I’m happy that they’re waiting for “my next book” to come. It’s actually quite a compliment. But writing takes time, finding the right way to tell a story doesn’t always come easy. My first novel went along fairly smoothly. Getting into Pru’s head felt natural but that’s not always the case, and I loved Mama’s character, admired her even. If I was in her situation I hope I’d be as strong. No wonder the story seemed to write itself.
While I’m happy that so many people have asked about my next novel, I need to remind them that the first one has only been out a few months. So please, please be patient if it takes me awhile to “whip” the next one up.