What a Turkey
My second novel,
MIDNIGHT BRUNCH, is going into copyediting and the cover is being finalized. Everyone thinks that authors choose their covers and cover copy.
Authors have very little to no control over these elements. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. Authors are verbal; covers are visual.
Scary things afoot: Thanksgiving is coming up. I've been wondering why, if Thanksgiving food is so great, we only eat it once a year. My offspring, when three years old, observed one Thanksgiving, "This is the worst chicken I've ever had."
If turkey was really so great, we'd have turkey pizza, turkey tacos, stir-fried vegetables and turkey, all the American favorites. But nobody actually likes turkey -- we're all just being polite and thinking, "Well, at least they didn't serve vulture at the first thanksgiving."
It's a lot of elaborate and expensive to-do for a meal that is eaten in 15 minutes and makes everyone feel sleepy and sick. And there is that awful parade on television with the frightening giant balloons. Then you have arguments with your relatives because everyone is out of sorts and you drive home in an awful storm. If anyone has a way to make this holiday less of a horror show, please tell me.