People

by Bethany Maines

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about unintentional sexism.
For those who haven’t read any of my books, the Carrie Mae Mysteries, feature a
group of women who work for Carrie Mae Cosmetics Corporation, which just
happens to also be running an all
female spy organization that focuses on women’s issues through-out the world. Because
women can multi-task, that’s why. It’s a light-hearted premise that allows me
to talk about women’s issues, which can be kind of a downer, in a light-hearted
way.
I knew I was writing from a feminist perspective, but I’d
always thought of sexism as the way in which society/men would intentionally
attempt to hold power and subjugate women. But when the first book, Bulletproof
Mascara, came out I was unprepared for how many people couldn’t seem to wrap
their head around the concept. “It’s girls… who are spies, and they do the
fighting?”  You could practically
see, “does not compute” written on their foreheads. One over seventy gentleman
actually asked, “But if you like that kind of James Bond story, why did you
write it about girls?” He wasn’t being mean; he just honestly didn’t understand
why I wouldn’t write about a man. After a moment of floundering, I responded
that we all wanted characters that we could pretend to be and this was my
attempt to give girls someone to look up to. After some discussion he seemed to
be nodding a long. I hope that I broadened his horizons, but I also know he
didn’t buy the book. Another man who’d been forced to read the book by his
reading group commented that he had been worried that he wouldn’t like it, but
ended up enjoying it because “they were just people learning new
skills!”  That’s right – women are
people too. It’s a shocking concept, but I’m pretty sure you can adjust.
But I can’t say that other people (aka men) have the exclusive
on this locked down paradigm of what girls can do. As I sat down to work on a
Carrie Mae short story featuring my sniper Ellen and a Cambodian drug dealer in
Canada I kept thinking that I should throw in a man. Maybe the security guard
should be a man?  What about the
plane pilot? He should be a man, right? 
The driver?  And then I
thought – it’s an organization entirely staffed by women, why am I trying to
shoe-horn in a dude?

As I was pondering my own desire to shove a man into a
narrative that clearly didn’t need one, I got an email from a friend who has
been renewing her fitness goals and has decided to go back to the gym and start
lifting weights with the goal of doing a pull-up. As she has announced her
plans to various friends and colleagues, their responses have all started with,
“But…” One college educated friend actually said, “But girls can’t do pull-ups because
we’re built differently.”  To that
I say – look, here’s a video of girl doing pull-ups. But why is that we always
think about women in terms of things they can’t do?  Why are we so quick to make sure other women know they can’t
do that?  What does it take to make the paradigm shift? When do women
get to be people?



Bethany Maines
is the author of the Carrie Mae Mystery series and 
Tales
from the City of Destiny
. You can also
view the 
Carrie Mae youtube
video or catch up with her on
Twitter.

What is a “young adult”?

by: Joelle Charbonneau

Last night, I was fortunate to be signing THE TESTING at the fabulous Boswell Book Company in Milwaukee, WI.  I got to meet fabulous readers, talk about why I wrote The Testing and I even got to read a few pages.  (Which I’m still not used to.  Reading aloud about a camel wearing a hat is easier than reciting some of the stuff in The Testing…but I’m getting better at it.  I think.)  During the chat, a few readers had questions.  Most, I had some kind of answer for.  But there was one that stopped me cold.

A wonderful gentleman raised his hand and asked, “What is a young adult?”

Um….good question.  I wish I had a good answer.  But I didn’t.  The conversation turned into the age appropriateness of the novel – which according to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt is 12 and up.  But while I think that was mostly what he was looking for, I realized while I was driving home that it didn’t answer his question.  At least, it didn’t answer it for me.

What is a young adult?

According to the definition on Wikipedia – a young adult is a person in the stages of early adulthood.  That is the period that precedes middle adulthood.   They seem to think that young adulthood is between the ages of 20-40.  Hurray!  According to Wikipedia I’m a young adult!

When I looked up the meaning on Dictionary.com, I found two different definitions that really intrigued me.

One was: a person in the early years of adulthood…which seems to agree with Wikipedia.

The second was: a teenager (used especially by publishers and librarians.)

Huh.

Okay, now does anyone else find it strange that young adult means something completely different in publishing than it does in the rest of the world?  No wonder I had no idea how to define it to the gentleman who raised his hand tonight.  But until he asked the question, I’d never really pondered what it means to be a young adult.

I teach teens.  I’ve taught college students.  Are all of them young adults?  Well, they all fit the publisher’s age criteria, but the more I think about it the more I realize that that age range isn’t accurate.  Not all people hit adulthood (or young adulthood) at the same time.  I have had high school students who weigh decisions carefully before making choices about their future and college students who are happy to let their parents make any decisions for them.  Some students are happy to spend most of their free time paying video games in their basement while others invest extra time in their studies or work to raise money for college tuition.  They are all teens, but are they all young adults?

I have no idea.

Which is why I am asking “adults” – what is the definition of a “young adult” to you?  And teens (if you’re out there) – what do you call yourself?  Do you consider yourself a young adult in more than your reading or do you define yourself differently? Should I be calling you young adult, a teen or something else?   I’d really like to know!

Lottawatah Fireworks!

 
We are proud to announce the publication of the 10th Brianna Sullivan Mystery, Lottawatah Fireworks. A novella-length story, Lottawatah
Fireworks
continues the spooky, yet funny saga of reluctant psychic Brianna
Sullivan, who planned to travel the country in her motor home looking for
adventure, but unexpectedly ended up in Lottawatah, a small town in Oklahoma.

In Lottawatah Fireworks, Brianna’s fiancé
surprises her by buying a ramshackle hunting lodge, ready to call it home. The
cabin comes complete with no plumbing, no electricity, and the ghost of a
recent murder victim. It’s up to Brianna to find the truth of who killed the
man and why. In the process, the bonds of friends and family are sorely tested.
Visit Lottawatah for mysteries, love, laughter, romance and all the ghosts you
can shake a stick at.

Excerpt from Lottawatah Fireworks:
 
“You’re gonna love it.” 
That was at least the tenth time he’d said that
and I didn’t believe him anymore than I had the first nine times. 
I wish I could have had more faith in his
reassurances, but I was too pissed at Cooper to do much more than grunt at his
enthusiastic tour guide spiel. Yesterday, while I was off in the wilds with his
mother and great aunt, Cooper had bought an adjoining plot of land where he
proposed to build our dream home. He had bought this land, forty godforsaken
acres, sight unseen by me. Bought this land despite the fact that, as my old
next door neighbor Molly Goldstein, who I think was 120, used to say, it was in
Yenavelte. Mrs. Goldstein spoke Yiddish, made the best Matzoh Ball soup in the
world, or at least in all of Chicago, and most of all, understood that nobody
wanted to live in Yenavelte, the middle of nowhere, most of all not me, her
little Brianna, who was such a Shaineh Maidel, pretty girl. 
I loved Mrs. Goldstein. Cooper Jackson, not so
much. 
He kept repeating how much I was going to love the
location (I repeat Yenavelte); enjoy the large pond full of catfish (yeah
right); delight in the acres where we could run some cattle. I actually laughed
out loud at the last one. Only thing I knew about cows is they made cow patties
and I had stepped in one on a visit to a friend of Cooper’s. The smell alone
was enough to make me a vegetarian. I’d had to throw out the shoes. 
He was still talking. “Those blackberry
bushes that my Great Aunt likes so much….” He took one hand off the
wheel and turned me sideways. “They’re just about 5 miles that way as the
crow flies.” 
“Wonderful.” It was clear he didn’t have
a clue about what I wanted. I thought we’d end up in a nice little bungalow in
Lottawatah proper, if there is such a thing as a proper Lottawatah. Or a lake
lot if we could afford it. Jack Fulsom had offered us a deal on one of the lots
in his development by Lake Eufaula. And instead, Rest in Peace Mrs. Goldstein,
I was in Yenavelte. So what if he’d spent summers with his
genetically-challenged second cousins just down the road.  
After traveling the same dirt road that I’d been
on yesterday, Cooper made a sharp right just before we got to the place Sassy
had parked the Cadillac for the berry picking expedition. He stopped and got
out of the truck, unhooking the gate of a barbed-wire fence.  
We bounced along a well-worn dirt track for about
two miles when Cooper pulled up in front of a large, rambling shack, and I’m
using that term very lightly. It did have four walls, but the front door was
hanging off the hinges, no window had any glass panes, and the piece de
resistance was the antlers hanging above the entry. Welcome Home. 
Cooper bounded out of the truck like a little kid
about to enter the Magic Kingdom. 
“Brianna, old man Barnicle…you know the guy
who owns the gunsmith shop in town?” 
“No.” I didn’t have a clue who he was
talking about. And didn’t really care. 
“Barnicle’s Gun Repair. It’s a block down
from Tiny’s. Has an old ship’s cannon by the door. Puts a stuffed pirate out
there on top of it at Halloween.” 
“No.” It dawned on me that for some
reason it was important to Cooper that I know where that damn gun shop was.
Like if he could just get me to acknowledge the store, he’d feel free to
continue his explanation of why he’d made such a foolish mistake in buying this
place. 
He stared at me in consternation. “Come on!
You must have seen it. There’s a fruit stand across the street.” 
Wonder if they sold blackberries? I couldn’t stand
any more of this conversation. This insignificant chatter that avoided the main
event; the discussion about why we were in this spot right now. 
“Oh, yeah. That gun shop.” I lied. But
better the sin of a lie than the homicide I was contemplating.  
Cooper smiled, satisfied enough to move on.
“Brianna, old man Barnicle was practically giving this property away. He
used it as a hunting lodge, but his arthritis is getting so bad, he just can’t
handle the upkeep.”  
I think a sound exited my mouth, but I’m not sure.
I couldn’t focus on anything but the fact he’d purchased this place without
talking to me first. 
“What do you think?” 
I’m sure Cooper really didn’t want to know what I
thought. I was still choosing my words when he swept me up and carried me
across the threshold, such as it were. 
And past the threshold? Not good. It wasn’t much
to look at. And what was there was hard to see in the dim light. I glanced
around the main living area. On a positive note the back part of the lodge was
better lit. The sun was peeking through the huge hole in the roof, illuminating
all the trash piled up on the floor.  
My mind slipped past his last question and went
back to his statement about poor arthritic Mr. Barnicle and his reasons for
selling. “Upkeep? What was he keeping up?” 
Cooper somewhat unceremoniously put me down. 
“Use your imagination, Brianna.” His
tone expressed his annoyance with me. “This house isn’t staying. The
land’s what’s important. We’ll knock down the house and build us a new
one.” 
Yeah. Okay. I took a breath. “A new one that
has wood flooring?” 
Cooper grinned. “Not at first.” 
I headed for the door.  
He grabbed me, pulled me close, and gave me a
quick kiss. “I’m kidding, of course, it’s going to have a floor, even
indoor plumbing. Might spring for electricity.” 
“Hey!” I pushed at his chest. “Do I
really look like a country girl to you?” 
He laughed and swung me around. I could almost
catch his enthusiasm. I might even have cracked a smile, except for the young
man sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. He wasn’t nearly as excited
as Cooper about our moving in. Of course, he was dead, and from the looks of
it, had died in that very spot, a big hunting knife sticking out of his gut. 
I could see faint stains on the floor. Blood. The
murder wasn’t that old. The ghost nodded to me and then said quite firmly,
“You’re not welcome here. Get out!” 
Oh goody. No doors, no roof, no toilets, and a
resident angry ghost. Yeah, there’s no place like home.
 
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For more read LOTTAWATAH FIREWORKS.

 
Evelyn David
 
 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books KindleNookSmashwordsTrade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake KindleNookSmashwords Trade Paperback 
Murder Doubles Back KindleNookSmashwordsTrade Paperback
Riley Come Home (short story)- KindleNookSmashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – KindleNookSmashwords

 


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past CemeteriesKindleNookSmashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah KindleNookSmashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of LottawatahKindleNookSmashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- KindleNookSmashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – NookSmashwords
Lottawatah Twister – KindleNookSmashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – KindleNookSmashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – KindleNookSmashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle NookSmashwords
Lottawatah Fireworks – KindleNookSmashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)
Book 3 – Lottawatah Fireworks (includes the 8th, 9th, and 10th Brianna e-books)

Zoned for Murder – stand-alone mystery

Romances
Love Lessons – KindleNookSmashwords