Monday, September 01, 2014

A banner day--and some uncertainty

My newest mystery, The Perfect Coed, is live on Amazon today--actually it was live a couple of days ago. The ebook was supposed to be delayed until October 1, but it doesn't look to me like it was. This is a huge deal to me, a book that is my first leap into indie publishing, one that I've labored over for several years, and one I really hope readers like. It's different from the Kelly O'Connell and Blue Plate Café mysteries--a little darker, a little more complicated, a little less cozy.
But when and whether to announce has been a dilemma. I was uncertain of the timing in putting a book on Amazon, so, compulsive that I am, I planned ahead--had it edited and formatted last spring and early summer. Started a listing on Amazon for it, but sat on the proof for a long time because I'd advertised an October 15 pub date. Then that seemed silly, and I approved the proof. It was up almost instantly. So in an industry where the dreaded scourge is a late book, mine is a month and a half early.
Another thing about indie publishing: there's no fanfare about launching, unless you create it. So if you see this cover over and over, I'm sorry. I just want everyone who might be interested to know it's out there. I'll be posting excerpts and snippets of reviews--all good so far.
This is probably the first mystery I ever wrote (if you don't count Nancy Drew knock-offs years ago)--though it's been through countless versions. I wrote it ten to twelve years ago and placed it with an agent who got disinterested replies at best. In retrospect, she was the wrong agent. She wanted me to write romance, which I didn't feel any affinity for, and her main area of expertise was textbooks. Eventually either I took it back or she gave it back--anyway we both gave up.
I joined Sisters in Crime and Guppies and learned more than I can ever tell about the world of writing and publishing mysteries. And I published seven--five in the Kelly O'Connell series, with one more to come, and two in the Blue Plate Café series. But every so often I went back and rewrote The Perfect Coed, and I followed my instincts. I thought it was good; I ignored my mentor's advice to take out two of my favorite characters, who have since been praised in one review. I kept at it. Perseverance, they tell me, is the key to publishing.
I am eternally grateful to Turquoise Morning Press for getting me into the world of mysteries, but when they announced they would henceforth only publish romance, it solved a dilemma for me. I didn't want to go with another small press--I'd learned some lessons there--and I surely didn't want to compete for a slot in the competitive world of New York houses. I don't need that kind of pressure to produce in retirement. Sure, I like my books to make money but I also like to enjoy my life and don't want to feel driven. So indie publishing was my answer. And after considering all the pros and cons and opinions, I chose to go exclusively with Amazon--at least at first.
So there it is folks--my big project is out there for you to judge if you want to. If you're in Fort
Worth, watch for a launch party at the Old Neighborhood Grill sometimes soon. Believe me, I'll give plenty of notice--and maybe come up with some giveaways and prizes and fun things.
Happy reading!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Starting the day with the newspaper

I was both amused and alarmed when I read the paper this morning. Straight out laughter came from an article on the criticism of President Obama's tan suit. God in Heaven Above, have we no more serious matters to report on? It's not Labor Day yet, so as far as I know tan is perfectly acceptable for a man. And, in addition to his other responsibilities, he's supposed to be a fashionista? Maybe Michelle didn't dress him that morning. Who knows? It's just one more manifestation of whatever he does, let's criticize him for it--but this is getting pretty petty.
I admit to a faint but triumphant smile when I read that a Federal judge had declared Texas HB2 (the famed anti-abortion clinic) bill unconstitutional because it robbed many Texas women of health care. Yes! Isn't that what Wendy said in her filibuster and got run over at the last minute. It's a triumph for her and for we women of Texas. Of course there will be appeals, but the precedent is set...and I hope women in our state pay attention.
Then there's Gov. Perry who has charged us the taxpayers something like $133,000 for his defense. I'm sure that's just a drop in the bucket compared to what's to come. But it seems to me if he's defending himself against felony charges, we the taxpayers should be supporting the prosecution (well, we are with our tax dollars but I'd even chip in a bit more.) It shows a whole lot about the man's integrity or lack thereof, and I hope another Federal judge--or state--comes down on him for it.
More alarming was that Britain heightened its security alert. Do they know something we don't? Are they concerned about Isis--because I am. Is increased security on the way in this country? We live in a world of such uncertainty, such fear. I hate to pass it on to our children but I'm afraid that's just what we'll do.
We also live from crisis to crisis. Remember all of what? four weeks ago when illegal children crossing the Mexican border were the focus of every news broadcast and newspaper? Ever hear anything about that now? (a friend in the Border Patrol assured me it was a legitimate crisis and in his 17 years with the Patrol, he's never seen anything like it--but he also assured me they treated every child with kindness and concern and saw that they were in a safe facility--none were, as rumor had it, dumped back in Mexico.) But we moved on to the domestic crisis of Ferguson, Missouri and the death of Michael Brown--now sliding out of the headlines. During the Iraq War, it was Al Queda but we hear little about them today. Isis, which seems worse and very scary, has taken over the headlines.
We live from crisis to crisis. I have enough respect for some of the journalists I know not to blame all this alarm on the media...and yet I wonder if things like this went on when I was a kid and we didn't have all this information.
Wouldn't it be nice to wake up to a happy headline?
Ended the day with a wonderful dinner with neighbors that took my mind off headlines--a smoked trout appetizer, scallops in a butter/thyme/parsley sauce, and a salad of green beans, cherry tomatoes, leeks and a buttermilk dressing. Eating high on the hog in good company.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

A simple day--or not

My goals for the day seemed fairly manageable to me--get a haircut, stop at the health food store and the alterations shop (they're moving and said please come back next week), home to make a pot of chowder to take to a friend's house tonight, monitor Sisters in Crime listserv, grab a nap, pick Jacob up at three, have wine with Jordan at 4:30, go to dinner at 4:45. An easy day, right? Actually it worked out that way--the new me did not let myself feel rushed, and I got it all done with time to spare.
Two new computer problems reared their heads today: I get no audio on Facebook or other sites--particularly bad because I'm trying to listen to an audition for an audio version of my book of short stories, Sue Ellen Learns to Dance and Other Stories. I haven't had audio on Facebook all along, which didn't bother me much--didn't have to listen to all those speeches before people dumped ice water on their heads. Rosa, who cuts my hair, explained something to me about that--you're supposed to be dumped with ice water, then dumped again so you feel the numbness that ALS patients feel all the time. Made a lot more sense, and I think someone should have made that very public before this. I'm afraid too many people get on the ice-dumping bandwagon without even knowing anything about what an awful condition ALS is.
The other one is that I cannot print from a web page. Got a recipe I'd like to save and a really nice review of The Perfect Coed--can't print either one. Will forward them to Jordan, but I've got to solve that problem. The cooking part of my day went well--the chowder smells delicious. Bacon, onion, chicken broth, potato, zucchini, and yellow squash.. Just before serving I'll add cream and frissons of basil. Smelled delicious as I cooked it.
Maybe I didn't get any writing done, but it was nice to have a day with simple goals. Last week I was inundated with projects--the audio audition, the neighborhood newsletter, posting The Perfect Coed to Amazon (where it now has it's soft opening, as restaurants say), getting a start on the sequel to The Perfect Coed, and getting organized to help promote the boxed set, Small Town Charm, which will include my novel, Murder at the Blue Plate Café. Some of those balls are still in the air, but I'll try to deal with them as I can. But the chowder is made, the newsletter is off to the designer, and The Perfect Coed is posted. I'm moving ahead.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Computer woes

Monday my internet connections--Facebook, Explorer, Chrome--began to act weird. Sometimes they'd connect; other times they wouldn't. Finally, they just wouldn't. Called the TCU Help Desk, where they told me what I dreaded to hear: call your service provider. It was too early in the day for wine, so I refilled my coffee and called AT&T. Eventually, after three calls to the robot and three reboots of my modem, he referred me to a tech--a nice young man, with a heavy accent difficult for my aging years. He was soon clearly beyond his range of expertise--he kept saying, "Hmmm," which made me nervous. Several times he asked me to type something into the URL line, and I almost shouted, "You don't understand! I can't get a screen. I can't type anything in." Finally he concluded I needed a new modem, which would arrive the next day. I looked to it as the be-all, end-all savior of my problems. This was not the first time an AT&T tech has led me astray.
Not so. The modem arrived, and I asked neighbor Jay (you know, the good-looking one) to come install it because I knew it was beyond me. It was almost beyond him. What should have been a quick set-up took almost an hour at the end of which he concluded it wasn't the modem at all: Explorer needed to be re-installed. He did that and it was magic--the computer, which had been dreadfully slow for a new machine--speeded up, and I could get all my internet sights and connections.
You don't realize how much you rely on the internet until you start piling up emails that you can only deal with by going to the net. So here I am, a happy camper, with a functioning fast computer.
It hasn't been an easy road. About three weekends ago my younger son, Jamie, walked me through buying a new computer and got it started. Then he spent about three hours at my house getting it attached to everything. All in all, it took the better part of one of his weekend, which he treausres. But I was grateful and all set to go.
Not quite. The week I spent at my older son's house was one of fine tuning. Every night when he came home from work I presented him with computer problems and he, my most patient child, worked through them--how to attach pictures to blogs and Facebook and similar issues.
I hope now, with the help of three good men, I'm in for clear sailing on my computer. As for learning Word 8, don't ask!
But I'm blogging again, and that's good news--at least to me.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Back to routine

Routine, they say, is good for you, and I believe it. Now that school has started, I expect to be on a schedule and much more productive--don't ask me in a month. But gone are the days of sleeping late and long naps. It's the school year. 
I started what I hope will be a routine--morning errands to a minimum so I can work, a brief nap after lunch, and Jacob at three. Then work again in the evening. Already my schedule is going awry--dinner plans Monday through Thursday this week.
I did my yoga routine this morning for the first time in over ten days. Felt really good and energized--of course by now, at 8:30, I'm exhausted and ready for bed. But I honestly think a week away refreshed me--I am less anxious, more self-confident, less shaky, more sure-footed. Hope it lasts. Meantime my desk is overflowing with projects, and I'm behind each day before I even begin. Better than what I thought retirement was going to be--bo-ring!
All my chickens started school today. I have a cute picture of the Tomball Alter children, Morgan and Kegan, but somehow I couldn't save it. They started a new school today, in a new town where they have no friends--yet. From the smiles on their faces, I know they'll make friends soon. Morgan will be taking karate, Kegan playing soccer, and they'll be in the midst of things.
Jacob, eight, had his picture taken in the same spot he's had it taken for four years now. By the time he enrolls in fifth grade, his dad plans to have a whole album chronicling his growth. The Austin boys didn't want summer to end, but they were excited about school. That's Ford to the left, below Jacob, and Sawyer below that. Sawyer is ten and Ford is seven. Whoo! Hard to arrange these pictures attractively.



 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Jiggity, jiggity, home again

I've just spent a wonderful week in Tomball, Texas--yes, out in the country, 20 minutes from town, by a lake, "babysitting" grandchildren who barely need watching. I went down for Morgan's ninth birthday party, a bang-up affair with carnival booth all over Colin's property--he built them. A mock roller coaster ride with photo opps, a Ferris wheel with a coin toss, and all other kinds of activities. Fourteen kids and more adults than that had a ball, ate pizza and M&M birthday cake and generally had a good time. Party started at noon, ended with dinner at a Mexican restaurant by nine. If that was my introduction to life on the Alter "grounds," I was prepared to be exhausted.
Actually, the week was calm. Because they'd been busy all summer and it was the last week before school, Morgan and Kegan could sleep late and watch TV. I did fix breakfast, lunch, and dinner for all of us, ran the dishwasher, folded a few loads of clothes but generally I was at my computer a lot and got a lot done--which only resulted in more to do! I did spend a bit of time gazing out the window at the lake. Too hot to be down there in the day, and the kids weren't allowed to swim if I was the only one home.
On Morgan's real birthday, we went to Texas Roadhouse for supper, and the waiters brought a saddle, sat her on it, and clapped and sang around her. I think she was a bit shy. Good steak, though. Several evenings we took wine down to the lake and sat talking as the sun set--my favorite moments. My last night there, friends came--the father is practicing for a triathlon, so he and Colin mapped off a course and he swam 1500 meters. Good fellowship.
Yesterday, Colin and the children I drove to Bastrop--Lisa was getting her classroom ready--via a detour that only Colin could have dreamt up. He missed a turn in Brenham. Lunch in Bastrop with the Fort Worth branch and, surprise, Megan, who drove over  from Austin. Then Christian decided to take the scenic route home--a decision I fully understand since I-35 is scary and awful. But I was itchy to get home to Sophie, and was 7-1/2 hours in the car yesterday. (From Colin's house, a straight shot takes about four.)
Back at home, digging out from under mail, laundry, etc. Trying to do it at a slow place and not let myself feel rushed. So far, so good.
My welcome home group below.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Looking to Grow Up?


Please welcome my Wednesday gust, Michele Drier. Michele was born in Santa Cruz and is a fifth generation Californian. She’s lived and worked all over the state, calling both southern and northern California home.  During her career in journalism—as a reporter and editor at daily newspapers—she won awards for producing investigative series.

SNAP: All That Jazz, Book Eight of The Kandesky Vampire Chronicles, was published June 30, 2014.  The Kandesky Vampire Chronicles paranormal romance series include SNAP: The World Unfolds, SNAP: New Talent, Plague: A Love Story, DANUBE: A Tale of Murder, SNAP: Love for Blood, SNAP: Happily Ever After? SNAP: White Night and SNAP: All That Jazz.  SNAP: I, Vampire, Book Ten in the Kandesky Vampire Chronicles is scheduled for publication early 2015.

She also writes the Amy Hobbes Newspaper mysteries, Edited for Death and Labeled for Death. A third book, Delta for Death, is coming in 2014.

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I want to be an archeologist when I grow up.

That would be so cool...except I’m old enough that my knees wouldn’t hold up on a dig and I’m sure I’d lose my reading glasses at least once.

But I refuse to give up my love of research, of digging through information until I find those facts that answer questions, like “why?”

Mysteries, whether murder or otherwise, are the ultimate quest for “why,” as well as “who,” “when,” and “how,” and in my years as a journalist, I asked those plenty of times.

Now, writing mysteries, I still ask them, but my plots hang on them AND I have to know the answer before I write.

In my mysteries, my protagonist, Amy Hobbes, the managing editor of a daily newspaper works with her cops reporter, Clarice Stamms, to peel the onion back and find the kernel of “why.”

Having been close to crime and murders for much of my career, I discovered that an awful lot of murders are similar...and that there are usually only two motives: sex and money.  Unfortunately most murders today have some connection to drug and/or human trafficking. There are millions—maybe billions—of dollars at stake and the murder rate escalates as the value if the commodity rises.

Every so often, though, a murder stands out. Like the Yosemite Murders that happened while I was an editor at the nearest mid-sized daily in Modesto. I’m still haunted by the “why” although Cary Stayner had plenty of devils that led him to be a mass murderer.

To answer the “why,” mysteries are set against a larger issue. In Edited for Death, the issue was the theft of looted Nazi art works by a young GI. In Labeled for Death, it was the lure of substituting high-priced grapes with cheap varieties in some of California’s fine wines.

And Delta for Death is set against California’s water woes...an exceptional drought and a proposal to build tunnels under the Delta and ship northern California’s abundant water to central and southern California. There’s an old saying in California, “Whiskey is for drinking and water is for war.”

Even though I thought I knew some of the water history of the Delta, research—time in the California collection at a couple of libraries, online archives of the local newspapers,and lunch with one of the deputy directors of the California Department of Water Resources—gave me both more information and more research paths to follow.

I’m pretty sure that my days as a beginning archeologist are long gone. At least, though, I can do this research and digging without leaving town.

That’s bittersweet. I’m never going to discover a lost city like Troy in California’s Central Valley, but when I lose my glasses, I know they’re somewhere in the house.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

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Friday, August 15, 2014

Blogcation

You know how people are taking staycations these days? Vacationing by staying home--either doing those undone chores or exploring their own home cities? Well, I'm taking a blogcation for a week or more. I'm thinking of it as time to regroup. Sometimes I feel my blogs have deteriorated into daily trivia or else I get too passionate about politics and humanitarian issues. I blog because it's fun for me, like keeping a journal only sharing it with others. I'm in a group that focuses on memoir, and when I think about doing a memoir I remember the blog. What I need to do is find time to cull out my favorites and compile them. But I won't get that done this week! Another reason for my blogcation is to catch up on some projects I've been putting off. I never knew retirement could be so busy!
But primarily I want to rethink the direction of my blog. I want to tell you more about my writing--triumphs, failures, lessons learned, etc. all of which is exciting to me and I hope to a few of you. And I hope to rethink some things that are important to me--family, friends, social justice, the direction of our country.
The good news is that I will have my regular Wednesday guest--this week Michele Drier is writing about growing up. Maybe that's what I need to do with my staycation.
Don't leave--I'll be back in a week or so. Meantime thanks for following me.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Why do I write mysteries

This is a question that bugs me off and on--why do I write mysteries? At 76, I've lived a full life, learned a lot, and look back on my 30s and 40s and wonder how naïve I was in those days. I can almost measure the wisdom (well, I think that's what it is) that I've gathered and learned over the last thirty years, and I truly feel I'm a better, more caring, more thoughtful--yeah, even wiser--person than I was. So why don't I write memoir or philosophical treatises to impart that wisdom to my fellow sisters who are following in my footsteps. I truly believe the tenet that is one of the justifications of an academic press: to contribute to the existing body of knowledge. Surely, in my own way, I could do that. Instead, I write mysteries.
I've often pondered the question of what mysteries contribute to the general body of existing knowledge--or whether or not they need to make that contribution. Maybe they are written for diversion, entertainment, an escape for the reader from the daily grind. Is that a good enough reason or should they still be contributing to that amorphous existing body of knowledge?
I find that my main characters are usually in their thirties, an age when I was particularly blind to the world and wrapped up in my own marriage and young children. So do I impart wisdom to my characters that I didn't have at that time? I hope so, but I can't be sure. Sometimes, almost against my wishes, they do the most foolish things. It's an old saw among authors--your characters tell the story, you don't. And sometimes mine, like those of a lot of other authors, get out of hand.
So how am I helping the world? I don't know, besides perhaps providing a bit of distraction and enjoyment. And maybe that's all they're meant to do. Maybe I don't have to worry so much about making the world a better place with every mystery I write. Did Nancy Drew improve the world or did she just enjoy grand adventures? Maybe helping readers--I'm sure most of mine are women--escape their daily lives for a few minutes is my contribution.
I have a lot of things on my mind and on my plate this week, so I treasure those few minutes late at night when I read the novel I'm on now. So perhaps that's what I do for others. And maybe it isn't all bad.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Anxiety, Depression, and Robin Williams

I think everyone in the country has had their say about Robin Williams today--the high quality of hilarity he brought into our lives, the tragedy of his death, dealing with depression. It's been dissected from all angles, and I swore I wasn't going to add to the babble. Yet I can't help myself. I want to speak out.
Of all the Facebook posts I've seen today, most seem to miss the point that dancing fast is a way to hide from depression. For all his clever craziness, comedy was probably always a mask that Williams used to hide himself from his desperation. I think many of the silliest, funniest people we know in our daily lives are doing the exact same thing. What so many Americans can't seem to grasp is how common anxiety and depression are. I know first-hand.
I awoke about five this morning feeling anxious and made myself lie there and analyze what was causing this mild anxiety. I could quickly pin it down: I had a dental appointment this morning, which I always dread. Memories of my childhood come roaring back--I had bad teeth and lots of cavities in the days before high-speed drills and painless dentistry. Our dentist was a taciturn man but also one of my uncles--not blood but close enough to the family that he was called "Uncle Walt." As an adult, I learned to appreciate and value him; as a kid, I was terrified. I survived today's appointment with good grace I think.
The other was my new computer which is causing me grief because I can't get around it the way I could the old one. I'm slower, can't find some sites, don't know how to keep several sites open at one time, though I think that should be easy.
It was, as I said, mild anxiety. But there was a period in my life when I was housebound with anxiety, afraid to drive anywhere, afraid to be alone. I've worked hard to get where I am--still don't drive on the highway, don't like self-service elevators if I'm alone, can't do escalators, lots of lingering fears but few of them crippling. The biggest one is a fear of going new places alone in case I meet an elevator or set of steps without railings that I can't handle. Yes, my legendary lack of balance is purely anxiety driven. And I can't explain the truly helpless feeling when a panic attack takes over. To people who say, "Buck up and get over it," I want to say, "Walk a mile in my moccasins."
Yet I drive around town, live alone and like it, do all kinds of things I once thought I couldn't. I didn't--and don't--want anxiety to define my life. And I don't think it does. I'm fortunate to live a full, busy, and happy life. At the ripe old age of 76, I'm building a new career. It's fun.
Why couldn't Williams also overcome his depression? From what I've read, he worked hard at it all his life. I've never been that depressed, but I can imagine what he felt like just from the few black moments I've experienced. To feel that way constantly would be unbearable. A man must be desperate to leave behind wife, children, career. I understand.
A word about addiction: apparently Williams was sober for twenty years and then started drinking again. It's another common way people hide their depression, though it often just adds to the problem. I drink too much wine, I know it. But I control it because I more desperately don't want to feel bad in the morning. I knew one out-and-out alcoholic--he worked for me and nearly drove me crazy. But in retrospect I recognize PTSD, and I grieve for him too, as I grieve for Williams and the pain he endured, for his family, for all of us. And I've still got a tiny bit of anxiety because there's something I haven't done but should do--it just won't come to the front of my consciousness.