Author Sandy White writes … at last
One novel searching for an agent. Another in progress.
Better late than never
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
— George Eliot
Book 1
A self-published, self-sabotaging author tries to keep a lid on lies she’s told while struggling to write a sequel for her main character, who may have died.
This manuscript is done and headed for the query trenches in search of a literary agent.
Book 2
A 75-year-old formerly wealthy woman, destitute and alone, finds work — alas, with grifters.
Will her spunk, ingenuity and inconvenient leaky bladder bring down the baddies?
Step into my office
Boat
Working on a chapter while watching the sunset aboard Old No. 7 in Cheboygan, Michigan.
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Coach
Why is my office in the motor coach so spartan? Because each night the wall behind where I sit pulls down to reveal a Murphy bed.
Travels from November 2023 to June 2024: 12,000 miles, seven months; from Gettysburg, DC, and Hilton Head on the East Coast; to the Florida Panhandle and Orange Beach, AL; across Louisiana, Mississippi, Texas, and New Mexico; to Arizona for a month; from San Diego up the West Coast to Vancouver, BC; to Alaska on a cruise ship, and then a northern U.S. route back to Michigan.
Home
When the temperature is mild and birds are singing, I also love to write in our cozy backyard near Port Huron, Michigan.
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Recognition
Semi-finalist
A 5,000-word excerpt of Book 1 in the 2024 Tucson Festival of Books Literary Awards. Plus participation in Masters Workshop with 50 writers and five instructors.
Best Comedy Winner
2024 Killer Nashville Claymore Award for the best first 50 pages of an unpublished manuscript in the Comedy category. Met several talented authors at Killer Nashville.
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My writing process, you ask?
Messy, I wish I could say…
That my fingers fly on the keys…
That I allow limp verbs, typos, inconsistencies, and rambling phrases to live where they drop — until it’s time to edit…
That only in the editing phase do all the words get polished, others cut and repurposed, still others brutally slashed.
This is solid-gold pro author advice I picked up along my journey.
Alas, I am incapable of following it. I primp my prose as if it’s about to walk onstage at a beauty pageant. I floss between every paragraph.