Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all! Drink in this vista, where my heart resides, if not my body! Enjoy the day no matter where you are!
This week’s happy tune is a blast from the past 80s-style! Enjoy!
Take a trip in the Wayback machine with me today!
A blast form the past, this song had me bopping in my chair this morning. Big shout out to one of my best friends (yes, you, Mr. U) for reminding me of this tune. Ah, I love me some Rick!
Had a really terrific time the other day with author and interviewer Kelly Blanchard, who interviewed a character from my Coffee & Crime Mystery series, the inestimable Charlie McCallum. Check it out and get a peak inside Charlie’s head first-hand! Also, make sure you check out ALL her character interviews, with characters from many books and many genres, at her website, Meeting with the Muse. They are a blast to read and I’ll bet, based on the characters you meet, you’ll find some books to add to your TBR (To-Be-Read) list!
Over the last year or so, I’ve interviewed many of Nan Sampson’s characters. One of those characters was Charlie. If you would like to read the first interview I conducted with him, you can find it on Nan Sampson’s site here: https://nansampsonauthor.com/2015/07/30/an-interactive-character-interview-meet-charlie-mccallum-from-my-ellie-gooden-mystery-series/. In this interview, I was able to catch up with Charlie and see […]
Was interviewed by the awesome Kelly Blanchard, the Muse, a few days ago. So much fun catching up with her about the Coffee & Crime mystery series and writing in general. Check it out below. And on Friday, she’ll be publishing another interactive character interview with Charlie from my Coffee & Crime series. Sure to be a fun read!
For this interview, I actually met with an author who I’ve interviewed several years ago. Since then she has released a few new books, so I thought I would check up with her. Her name is Nan Sampson, and she writes MYSTERY. If you’re interested in her first interview, you can find it here: https://meetingwiththemuse.com/2015/07/08/author-interview-nan-sampson-bach/. However, this interview we discuss her mystery series and get caught up to date. As always, ‘Kelly’ was written by me, Kelly Blanchard, and ‘Nan’ was written ’Nan Sampson’.
Kelly dusted off shelves in her Muse Shop as she waited for the timer for her cookies to go off. A few minutes passed, and she heard the timer sound, so she put down the dusting cloth and went to the kitchen in the back of the shop to pull the cookies off the cookie sheet.
She had just finished plating the hot cookies on…
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Hello fellow babies!
Forest Outings, the third book in the Coffee & Crime Mystery Series, is now on Amazon for sale. Whoo hoo!!!! Well… the e-book is there. It may be a couple of days before the paperback launches. I’m very excited about this one and I hope you all enjoy it as well.
If you do read it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon. Indie authors depend on those reviews for visibility and I would be eternally grateful. Which means I would be predisposed to send you chocolate… jus’ sayin’. Look! See all the chocolate you could have!
Oh. Wait, that’s Johnny Depp EATING chocolate. Obviously, as much as we all might like it, I can’t actually send you Johnny Depp. Eating chocolate. Playing guitar. Phew, is it hot in here? Hang on, here’s the correct image.
Anyhoo, hope you’re having a spiffy day! I’m tickled pink about Forest Outings and it’s inevitable listing on the New York Times Best Seller List. Hey now. Be nice. A girl can dream, can’t she? And, as always,
Illegitimi non carborundum!
“You’re as bad as Walt Disney,” my editor said to me after finishing a draft of one of my WIPs (Works in Progress). “All your characters are orphans.”
“That’s not true,” said I, vehemently. “I mean, okay, Ellie from my Coffee and Crime mysteries is, but Ellie’s parents’ murder is part of the series arc. In my steampunk book, though, the main character, Jonathan… oh. Still, his father was really old when he died.”
“Yeah, but his mother died when he was young.”
“Okay, okay, but in the space opera trilogy, Peder’s parents—”
“Are dead. He was dropped off on the door step of his foster father’s estate when he was three.”
Hmm. I thought back across my many myriad novels, both finished and unfinished and I had to admit, my editor was right. I seemed to have a thing for characters with dead parents. If not outright orphans, all of them seemed to have one dead parental unit. Which got me wondering why.
The answer came almost instantly. It’s all Walt Disney’s fault. I remember when I was little, how I had to be taken, crying inconsolably, out of the theater whenever my mom would take me to see a Disney movie. Bambi, Dumbo, Pinnochio. Orphans all, and a plot line rife with personal loss. Is it any wonder I have this template of the hero that includes the death of a parent? The better question is, what the heck was wrong with Walt Disney? I didn’t create this monster. He did!
“One could reason,” I therefore proposed to my editor, “that the death of a parent or parents leaves an indelible mark on a character. Those kinds of traumatic events make for great internal conflict and give the character depth and resilience. Right?”
“Yeah,” she said, “but you kill them in such gruesome ways. Remember in that fantasy novel how you killed the guy’s parents in a raid on their village? And then, just when the kid was living happily with a foster father, you had the house attacked and his foster father eviscerated on the stairs.” She shuddered. “I mean, who does that? Wouldn’t a knife in the back have sufficed?”
“I was going for pathos.”
“An arrow through the chest is pathos. Evisceration is Roger Corman.”
Pah! “It was dramatic,” I countered, and ended the discussion.
Still, it caused me to ponder. Good books are rife with horrific events – not necessarily physically horrific, but certainly emotionally so. The reader wouldn’t care much about the story if the stakes for the character weren’t high. Yet even so… it seems to me that writers – or maybe just me in particular – find great joy in torturing our characters. Again and again and again. I mean, wasn’t it Nabokov who said that the job of a writer is to chase your character up a tree and then once they’re up there, throw rocks at them?
Think you’re safe up there now? Hah! I can fix that.
See, this is what it’s like to be a writer. The goal is always ‘just how bad can I make it for this poor soul?’. And then, just when the reader thinks it can’t possibly get any worse… heh heh heh.
You kill their OTHER parent!
My non-writer friends tell me it’s probably a good thing that I’m a writer, cuz otherwise I might do all these horrific things to real people (wait, these characters ARE real people…at least to me). I always smile sweetly and respond with, how do you know I’m not writing from experience? That usually shuts ’em up.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
Gone but not forgotten…
Much like millions of other people, I was rocked to my core at the end of December by the death of Carrie Fisher. Her passing capped a year-long litany of loss, starting for me personally with the death of Glenn Frey. But Carrie’s death was perhaps the most impactful for me. Maybe because it came right at the end and was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Maybe it was because she was only three years older than me. Maybe it was because she was the first woman who showed me, at a very impressionable age, that a woman could be both strong and feminine, soft yet tough. That a woman could carry a blaster, rescue herself and one-up even the most hard-hearted mercenary, all while saving the galaxy.
In addition, although Ms. Fisher had a tumultuous personal life, she weathered it all with a wry wit, re-invented herself to meet the changing times and at every turn of the road managed to stay true to herself. She was, unabashedly, her own woman. Plus, her relationship with her dog, Gary, touched my heart in ways few other things could. I mean, how could you not love someone who loved that sweet pup?
I posted, when I was able to form coherent thought again, on Facebook, absolutely heartsick:
Hoaky, yes, but it was my cheesy homage to a woman I greatly admired.
And then, later in the week, someone I know shocked me to the core again when they asked me why I was so devastated by the death of a woman I’d never even met.
I had no words at the time to explain to this person that even though you may never have met someone, they can still have a profound impact on your sense of self. Strangers, even those who have been gone from this earthly plane hundreds of years before you were born, can teach you about life, strife, honor, courage, and selflessness. We meet these people on the screen, in books, through recordings, or via storytelling and we connect with them – or at least our perception of them. Something touches us deeply and we feel a resonance. And that resonance carries us forward, becoming a seed inside us, part of who we are. They become personal heroes, icons, representations in our psyche of the essence of the role or attribute we associate with them. They become that the ideal or perfect model of something, like an object from Plato’s Ideal realm.
And then that person, who is now so much more than a person, dies. And we (or perhaps I should just say I) feel bereft. The earth shakes. The foundation crumbles and for a moment, the fragility of reality comes crashing down and that thing, that ideal, dies too. If our heroes can die, then so can we mere mortals. All is impermanence. The rock we cling to is now dust and we no longer know how to stand.
Of course, in time, we pick ourselves up and hopefully, using that seed inside us, learn to stand on our own, building up that rock inside us as memory and guiding light. But the grief is real, even if the person was not personally known to us, was not someone we sat down and had coffee with. The grief is very, very real.
I am still reeling. But I have seen enough heroes cross over to the Summerland this year that I am learning how to find my balance more quickly. Perhaps that is the lesson here. To learn to get up faster from the vicissitudes of life, so that we can make the most of what ever number of days we have remaining. Because clearly, if 2016 has taught us nothing else, every day, every bloody stinking glorious precious day, has to count.
Requiescat in pace, Carrie.
And to the rest of you,
Illegitimi non carborundum.
Greetings fellow Earthlings!
As some of you know, I took a rather spectacular fall just before Thanksgiving. Face-planted onto concrete right in front of a bunch of people from the Evil Day Job. It was spectacular. Blood everywhere, broken bones, including my hand and nose (and my pride), sprained things, even had to have stitches. I looked like I’d gone a round in the ring with Mike Tyson. Worst part? I spilled my entire large Coca-Cola, my special treat for that week!
I’d include a picture but you might bust something laughing – or try to blackmail me. Anyway, sorry to have been MIA for so long, but I’m back (just when you thought it was safe to go back on the internet!).
On the plus side, I’m once again able to type (and write), and Book Three in the Coffee and Crime Mysteries is due out in early spring, so there’s that to look forward! I think this is the best Ellie book yet. THings heat up for her both in town, with Charlie and even in terms of the death of her parents. Lots of fun! And the cover! Oh, the cover. My cover artist, Raven Blackburn, has knocked it out of the park again. I’ve shared it on my Facebook page and here’s a sneak peek for all of you as well!
Anyhoo, now that my tippy-tapping fingers are back in action, you can look forward to more idle ramblings, pithy musings and giddy babblings soon. Oh, and as always, the peasants are revolting.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
Another great post from author Kristen Lamb. As a marketing professional in my “day job”, this hit home. THe post also gave me that shot in the arm I needed after looking at last year’s sales numbers. So no worries… I’m not giving up yet! Read on and I guarantee you will find yourself nodding your head.
I know a lot of authors feel overwhelmed in the digital age of publishing and that is perfectly understandable. But today I would like to pan back and maybe offer a refreshed perspective to keep you pressing.
Today we face the challenge of creating a brand. But you might be thinking, “What exactly is a brand?” There is a lot of misinformation floating around so that is a reasonable question to ask.
A brand is the power of a name to drive sales. Our name alone compels action.
No easy task. Overcoming inertia is critical for any author who wants to make a living doing this writing thing. In an age of instant? This is going to take a while, but hopefully I can help 😉 .
The Struggle is NOT New
Publishers have always struggled to help authors create a brand. This is NOT a new thing…
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