In California, most homes are built on concrete slabs so that we can rock n’ roll when an earthquake hits. Unfortunately, all the damn plumbing is embedded in these slabs. When a leak develops due to corrosion of the pipes or high water pressure, it’s a big deal. It can mean a whole lot of tear-down and reconstruction. And dollars. My incredible son-in-law has come to our rescue and volunteered to reroute all the piping. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this will not turn out to be the project from Hell.
But when it comes to elevator pitches, I have to figure out how to do this all by myself. I hate it. It’s much easier to write a novel than boil a whole novelistic concept down to two sentences. I will probably be writing this pitch over and over again. Hate it? Love it? Sound off, if you like, and tell me why. Here it is:
In the 1960s, Elizabeth Leigh leaves behind her unhappy Midwestern life and visits her