Margaret C. Davidson

From David Chaimowitz: Thirty years ago, my mother and I thought it might be fun to write a book together. We both loved to read - at the time, I particularly liked historical novels, while my mother enjoyed romances - thus, a historical romance seemed like the logical choice. Little did we know, that on that fateful day, our naive enthusiasm would set us on a nearly three-decade journey that would eventually land us with an eBook (there were no such things when we first began our tale). Although we hadn't imagined her in electronic form, there were other forms we considered, such as a mini-series. I easily could see Li-shan on the little screen, even a big screen, but mini-series were quite popular at the time. My mother, however, could be pretty stubborn, and never strayed from her vision of Li-shan as a novel. Eventually I gave up my Hollywood dreams. In July, of 2005, after a 3-year battle with emphysema, my mother passed away. We hadn't worked on Li-shan for about 2 years due to her illness, and I promised her, shortly before she took her last breath, that I would finish it at some point (figuring it would be a nice retirement project many years from then). And because neither of us were really fond of our "real" names, we had decided to publish our book under the pseudonym - Margaret C. Davidson. However, a year after she died, I suddenly felt the urge to complete it. Four years and 12 drafts later, I completed Li-shan's story, not only for the two of us, but for Li-shan, as well. For by then, she was like the child I never had. I'm sure I can speak for my mom when I say we're proud parents, that regardless of the missteps her parents took over these many years, or what others may feel about her, we think our kid turned out okay.

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Both women’s literature and historical romance, Li-shan is part adventure, part love story. However,.....

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T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

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We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.