You gotta laugh at yourself!

While writing my second book in the historical series, Edge of the New World, (about 2500 years ago in the Florida Everglades) I had a friend of mine become a beta reader—not after the book was completed, but almost. I watched her reading the manuscript (though I pretended not to) one evening when we were attending a teachers’ conference. She was most of the way through it when she looked over at me with a puzzled look on her face. (Yes, Merrill, it was you.)

Her: “Didn’t Wagahi die?”

Me: “Uh, I think so.”