Killer Nashville Ate My Blog Post

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I am scheduled to post my blogs on The Stiletto Gang every
fourth Friday. Now, those among you who are very on top of things may have
noticed that this is the fifth Friday of the month. Those of you with
indecently strong memories may recall that no new post went up on the fourth
Friday of the month just past (I have always maintained that a faulty memory is
a kindness to others). Yes! *hangs head in shame* I missed my scheduled blog
post this month, and this is a make-up post. But I have a good excuse. Killer
Nashville ate my blog post.
I have my blogs scheduled on my Google calendar, which sends
me reminders a day ahead of time to write and post a blog for that fourth
Friday, and the calendar keeps good track of this, even when there are five
Fridays in a month.  I, on the other
hand, tend to imprecisely think of my post as due on the last Friday of the
month, which it usually is. So when I left at the crack of dawn with my husband
and a good friend from Border Crimes, my local Sisters in Crime group, to drive
from Kansas City to Nashville for the conference, I left behind all possible reminders
that I had a blog post due. It was only earlier this week when I was home again
and cleaning out the overflowing email inbox that I encountered that reminder
of a long-past-due post and had to throw myself on the mercy of my blog
sisters. “But if you had been there having all that fun and learning things and
meeting people—did I mention that Anne Perry and D.P. Lyle were guests of
honor?—you’d have forgotten the doggone blog post, too.” So my blog buddies
said to tell them and you about Killer Nashville to redeem myself—and as a
writer, I’m all about redemption.

Vinnie Hansen and Julie Tollefson


In the beginning was the drive—and in the end, as well—and it
was a drive of biblical dimensions. Billed by Mapquest as an 8 ½-hour drive, it
was stretched to 12 hours each way when we encountered severe road construction
all across the states of Illinois and Kentucky. Ben and I were glad we had our
friend, Julie, along to help with the driving and keep the atmosphere light.
When we finally burst through into Tennessee, it quickly became a favorite
state among us for its notable dearth of orange barrels, closed lanes, and
gridlock traffic standing still for miles and miles.
Nashville is a lovely city set in the midst of beautiful forested
mountains. Our raveled nerves healed and reknit as we drove through such
peaceful vistas. Soon we were at the conference hotel, and Julie was checking
in while Ben and I picked up registration materials and then found our way to a
writer friend’s house where we were staying twenty minutes from the hotel.
While our friends fed us healthy, delicious, homemade food, Julie was getting
snockered at the wine-tasting where she’d arrived late and tried to make up
time on an empty stomach. She gave that first program high honors next day,
though.
Molly Weston
What can I say? The panels and programs were great. I
cherry-picked ones featuring my good friends Chris F. Holm and Hilary Davidson
right off the top—and they were superb on writing the short story and on writing
dark. Then, Ben and I had lunch with Julie and our dear friend, Judge Debra
Goldstein, where much fascinating discussion and flat-out hilarity ensued. Back
at the conference, I checked in with Molly Weston who was in charge of the
Sisters in Crime table and reception later that evening. Throughout the
conference, I tried to take time to spell Molly at the table or keep her
company. I felt this was my responsibility as a local chapter president—and I
just love the chance to spend time with Molly. That evening, we all helped with
the Sisters in Crime reception, which was full of good food and drink and lots
and lots of great people. After which, Ben and I adjourned eight blocks to meet
our hostess, who runs the MFA in creative writing program at a local university,
and a handful of her students at Nashville’s Shakespeare in the Park for the
funniest, best version of Midsummer Night’s Dream we’ve seen (and with Ben’s
Ph.D. in theater and film, we’ve seen a lot of versions of that play).

Saturday offered workshops with law enforcement
professionals (one of the great features of Killer Nashville—tons of chances to
work with and meet ATF, TBI, and other law enforcement pros). We even had a
wonderful presentation by a former federal black ops agent who offered great
detailed explanations of how he was recruited and trained and how he operated
in the field—and the human toll it took on him and his family. D. P. Lyle, a forensic
consultant for major crime writers and crime TV shows and movies, gave a great
presentation, and bestseller Anne Perry gave such great and inspiring
presentations that she warranted a standing ovation. (I’m still resonating from
her talks and finding more and more to return to all the time.)

Sunday, I was scheduled on a panel, but first I had to
attend Debra’s panel, “Order in the Court,” with her (a federal judge), a state
judge, and a prosecuting attorney.  I
knew it would be excellent, just by virtue of Debra’s  presence on it, but it was fun and funny and
full of useful information for writers. Right after hers came my panel, “Fiction
on the Fringes: Writing Other Cultures, Closed Communities, Countercultures.”
(I’ve written in more detail about this great panel and the remarkable audience
we had on my blog here http://lindarodriguezwrites.blogspot.com/2013/08/fiction-on-fringes-and-great-question.html
)
Then, it was goodbyes all around and drive into and through
the night (or stand still for miles at a time in Illinois and Kentucky). We
finally arrived exhausted in the wee hours of Monday morning, and poor Julie
had to get in her car at my house and drive another hour to her own. Valiant
and stalwart woman that she is!
It was worth the horrible drives, and I had the chance to
see folks I missed at Malice this year and made new friends. And Anne Perry’s  remarkable, passionate presentation is going
to keep unfolding inside me until I write something about it, I’m sure. If you
have the chance to go to Killer Nashville, I’d advise you to take it. It was
worth even twelve hours of driving with 3 ½ of those pretty much standing
still.
And that’s how Killer Nashville ate my blog. I promise I won’t
do it again. Have I redeemed myself?

(Thanks to Kaye George for the top two photos and to Julie Tollefson for the last one.)

The End

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by Bethany Maines

For our first date, my husband took me to see the movie Hot Fuzz, starring Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. We had both loved Shaun of the Dead,
made by the same folks and we were excited to see it. Since the film wasn’t a
summer blockbuster, I kept describing it to friends as, “you know, that British
film,” which caused several people to ask why he was taking me to see British
porn. Hot Fuzz is actually a loving satire of buddy cop movies and part two of
the Cornetto Trilogy, part one is the zombie flick Shaun of the Dead and part
three being sci-fi pub crawl flick, The World’s End, which was released last
Friday. Of course, we eagerly bought tickets to revisit or first date and
hopefully laugh a great deal.
   

If you’re thinking, “How do a zombie movie, cop flick, and a
sci-fi… something relate to each other? They don’t sound like a trilogy.” Well,
the movies are pretty much only linked through Cornetto’s, the cast, and a
theme of male friendships. But when the movies are that funny, do you really
need more than ice cream, friends, and the same two dudes, to make a trilogy? I
say, no.
    
Should it be surprising that the end of a story is
significantly different from the beginning? I don’t think so. Whether it’s
because writer’s want to keep things “realistic” or they want to leave room for
sequels, it seems like there are a lot of stories lately in which a character
and the world doesn’t evolve. I think too many stories tip-toe up to the edge
of change and then get scared to go any further. I love stories and characters
that aren’t afraid to blow up their status quo, tear down normal, and bring on
change! Now if only I were that bold in real life…
   

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.

Milestones, Big and Small

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Yesterday, Evelyn David mentioned some things I’d like to follow up on.

Labor
Day and whether or not to stop wearing while shoes. I don’t own a pair
of white shoes, so that’s no problem. When I was in high school, in the
fall we wore sweaters and wool, or other heavy fabric, skirts, bobby socks and Joyce shoes (and guess
what, they were white–kind of like nurses’ shoes, with a bit of a
platform, and very expensive–my mother made me buy mine with my own money.) No one ever
wore tennis shoes to class–only in gym and they were called gym shoes–ugly.)

Since
I grew up in Los Angeles, it was often very hot in the fall–and
sometimes on into and through December. Didn’t matter, sweaters and
skirts were what the girls wore. (No female wore slacks to school. This
was in the late 40s and early 50s, I graduated in 51.)

In
the spring, when it was over overcast and cool, we wore dresses, cotton
skits and blouses. We still might wear our Joyces with bobby
socks–but sometimes we changed to Capezio ballet shoes. Expensive and
you had to go to the store in downtown L.A. to buy them. And they
weren’t meant for wearing on sidewalk–so they didn’t last long.

I
love all the TV shows Evelyn does–but I have to fight to stay awake
for Dancing with the Stars–I fight and I lose sometimes. The series shows I
wait and order the whole season from Netflix and watch a year behind
everyone.

And that brings me to the big milestone in my
life. I turned 80 on Saturday and I celebrated with my girls and their
spouses in youngest daughter’s home in Camarillo. (Son stayed home
because his daughter and her family came to visit.)

The celebration began on Friday when we arrived–a homemade enchilada dinner and a wild pool tournament. (They played for quarters–I watched.)

On
Saturday, after a lot of visiting, we headed to Ventura and had
lunch at the Aloha Restaurant where we could watch the ocean. From there
we went to the actual marina and took a cruise and got to see how the
rich folk live with their huge houses right on the water and their
yachts parked at their own docks.

We also saw lots of
brave souls on stand-up paddle boards and others kayaking among the seals. (The
boat captain told us sometimes dolphins come in and once a whale
decides to visit.)

We ventured out just beyond the breakwater–and it was a beautiful day!

When
we returned to our home base in Camarillo, son-in-law Rick barbecued
tri-tip, ribs and salmon–and daughter Lori made the sides. For desert
(my request) we had hot fudge (or whatever kind anyone wanted to build)
sundaes. We were joined by my youngest granddaughter, Alyssa, who is now
20, and granddaughter Genie with her family.

After all the food, we played Tripoli and hubby and I lost all of our pennies, but had a lot of fun.

A great weekend, and yes–a big milestone for me.

Now, I need to get busy and get some writing done!

Marilyn

Monday, Monday

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The last Monday in August is when my post is due here. This is what happens when you have no idea what to write. You just ramble until something rattles around in your brain.

Labor Day is approaching. Do they still have the Fashion dictate of no white shoes after Labor Day?

Fall is coming. Which means school is back in session, but more importantly, it’s TV Fall programming time and I can’t wait.

Returning shows I’m eager to see:

  • Bones – that was a dinger of a cliff-hanger 
  • Castle – love that season ending cliff-hanger 
  • Criminal Minds 
  • Elementary 
  • Hawaii Five-O 
  • The Mentalist 
  • Person of Interest 
  • Raising Hope – my guilty pleasure show 
  • Amazing Race 
  • Dancing With The Stars

As for the new TV shows, nothing has struck my fancy, so it will be a wait and see once I start viewing it.

You know what I miss? NBC’s Mystery Movie TV show.

You know what else I miss, the old TV Guide that was reader’s digest size.

Is there any show you can’t wait to see return? Any of the new shows to recommend?

Sleeping with the windows open

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by Maria Geraci

First, I must apologize for missing my blogs last month. What was I thinking? Well, clearly, I wasn’t. This time last month I was in the middle of the RWA conference and there was lots of other stuff going on and I simply forgot. So sorry!

Now, onto today’s blog, which I’m writing in the midst of a stuffy, humid house.

Yep, our air-conditioner broke down yesterday.

I first noticed it early in the morning when I woke up. The house felt stuffy. But since temps generally drop to the mid-high seventies at night and our thermostat is set to 75, I figured the unit just hadn’t turned on.

By late morning I knew something was wrong. And by the time mid-afternoon came and the temp in the house hit 85 I definitely knew something was wrong. So I called Buddy, our air-conditioning guy (yes, we’re on a first name basis with our air-conditioning guys down here in Florida) and he came out last night and told us we need a new compressor. Getting one asap, which isn’t fast enough for me. Hopefully, tonight I’ll be able to get some good sleep.

Which brings me to the topic of my post. I haven’t slept with the windows open in forever. Usually, in the cooler months, I have the windows open all day, then shut them up at night. But open windows, all night long? I haven’t done that since I was in college and I’m not sure why. We live in a very safe neighborhood, have never been the victims of any crime (thank goodness), and have screens on all our windows, so, why not sleep with the windows open more often?

I’ll tell you why. It sounds like a dang forest outside my house. Crickets, cicadas and all kinds of creepy crawly things (not to mention, owls. I had no idea I had owls hooting in my backyard). I guess I’m just not a nature girl. I like the soothing sound of a fan whirling above my head. And that’s it.

How about you? Do you sleep with the windows open or closed?

A New Beginning

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Summers around here are tough on this writer.  Everyone is home from school–and since hubby is a teacher, that means him, too–schedules are disrupted (teenagers sleep REALLY late), and there are more people in my office area at one time than at any time during the course of a school year.  Although I try mightily to stick to my usual routine–get up, feed animals, walk 5 miles, write, work, etc.–I can’t get as much done as I would like. So with the wheels totally off the proverbial bus (my routine), I struggle to keep the narrative of my story going (mine and the book I’m working on) while dealing with the demands of a house filled to the brim.

Go to the library to write, you say?  If only.  Like my needy West Highland Terrier and assertive Maine Coon, I am a creature of habit.  I write at my desk, in my attic, taking the occasional break to look out the window at the woods beyond my house.  That’s how it works.  The library is probably cool, quiet, and filled with other people trying to achieve some kind of educational or work-related goal but I know myself:  I would be looking up at the circulation desk every time someone checked out a book or asked a question.  Here in the attic, my only views are my seldom-used exercise bike (I know!  I need to ride it more!) and the litter box (which sees more action than my exercise bike).

Go to a coffee shop?  See paragraph 3.  Replace the circulation desk with a counter and you’ll see why that’s not a great option either.

So, this summer, instead of banging my head against a wall about my lack of progress on my work-in-progress, I decided to put the book in a sort of time-out, to not put a great deal of pressure on myself if I didn’t write 5000 words a week or flesh out that character who needed more of a backstory.  As a result, when I did get to write, it felt virtuous and productive.  By focusing on what I could do–instead of what I wasn’t doing–I felt less guilty, got more accomplished and did a whole lot less fretting.

January is less of a new beginning for me than September.  September brings routine and order and yes, homework, but it also brings me back to the attic, where I create the characters that I love to create and the murder and mayhem that seems to be part of the DNA of my imagination.

Maggie Barbieri

What I’ve Been Up to in the Writing World

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I’m a great believe in not putting all of your eggs in one basket. This belief comes from experience. I’ve had two publishers die, three close their doors, dealt with three crooked publishers, had agents who did nothing and I truly mean nothing (when I asked to see rejection letters was given one after 4 years of my thinking the agent was busily working for me).

Because of that past history, at the moment I have three publishers.

My Rocky Bluff P.D. series is published by Oak Tree Press, a small independent publisher. The latest book in that series is Dangerous Impulses. I’ve already written the next one and my critique group is hearing it (and critiquing it) chapter by chapter. Next I’ll have it edited before I send it off.

My Deputy Tempe Crabtree series is published by Mundana Press, also an independent publisher, but much larger than OTP. The next book is called Spirit Shapes and should be available in early fall. I don’t have a cover yet–but I am busily working on a blog tour for October.

The previous book was called Raging Water. I’ll soon be planning the next one.

In the meantime, I’ve been rewriting and editing some older books for Kindle. No, I’m not doing them myself, just don’t have time right now. I’ve gone with a brand new ebook company for these. They approached me and I thought, heck why not.

The first one out, and only .99 is Deadly Feast. It had another life another a different title. That publisher is no longer in business and rights reverted back to me. None of that publisher’s books were on Kindle.
Deadly Feast is a mystery and began as a Deputy Tempe Crabtree tale–however when I was through, I knew it wasn’t Tempe so I changed the main character and the setting, but Tempe fans will recognize some similarities.

And then, I sent them what I call a YA Christian horror–Deeds of Darkness, and it now available for Kindle too. It is a very scarey tale and the young heroine is a Christian. This was written a long time ago, so I had some updating to do, but It was fun. Though the book does have witches in it who cause all kinds of havoc in the small town of Yokut Springs, the cover is more sensational than the content of the story.

It is a great story for Halloween.

And last, I am editing and updating yet another horror novel–this one for adults–with Christian overtones and really scary. It’s called Cup of Demons.

And that’s what I’ve been doing lately.

Marilyn

As Summer Winds Down

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News from the Southern Half of Evelyn David

This week I’m traveling to St. Louis for my day job. I’ve
made the six-plus-hour drive multiple times in the past – sometimes to visit
libraries for book promotions, but more often for meetings with other states on
coal mining and reclamation. I’ve worked for 29 years at the Oklahoma
Department of Mines, first as a surface coal mine inspector and later as the
Coal Program Director. As a state regulator by day and mystery writer at night,
it’s very easy for me to tell you which I prefer. Writing is a great escape
from dealing with mining permits and enforcement actions. Plus murder is not
only allowed, but expected in the mystery world.

 
While I’m in St. Louis, I’ll continue to write in the
evenings with my trusty laptop. Currently my co-author and I are working on two new writing projects,
trying to get a third audiobook published, and continuing with the promotion of
our latest mysteries – MURDER DOUBLES BACK and LOTTAWATAH FIREWORKS. Both of
these books are frankly the best we’ve ever written. It seems that with writing like
most things, the more you do, the better you get at it.  

When we first started out writing fiction together, we had
to spend a lot of time on the mechanics of the process and now ten years down
the road, the mechanics are a minor worry, the characters and plot are the focus!
I mentioned two new writing projects – one is the eleventh book in the Brianna
Sullivan Mysteries series and the other is a stand-alone mystery which we’ve
been mulling over in our heads for a couple of years. Now’s the time to stretch our wings
and give it a try. It will be set on a ranch in southeastern Oklahoma with a young
female protagonist. I can’t talk too much about it now or I’ll screw up our plot
bunny “mojo.” Seriously! It’s true that sometimes you can ruin a
story by discussing it too much before getting it down in print.

We’re so pleased to have the first books in our two long-running series available now as audiobooks – I TRY NOT TO DRIVE PAST CEMETERIES
and MURDER OFF THE BOOKS. We found terrific narrators and the end results are
exceptional – even if we say so ourselves. Look for them at Amazon and iTunes. We
anticipate the second book in the Brianna Sullivan Mysteries, THE DOG DAYS OF
SUMMER IN LOTTAWATAH, to be out as an audiobook by October.
 
Hope you have had a great summer of reading and/or listening to mysteries!

Audible    iTunes

Audible    iTunes

 

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

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)

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

Zoned for Murder – stand-alone mystery
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords
Trade Paperback

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

Stuck in “Intentions” Mode

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by Laura Bradford

Looking back, I came into summer with the best intentions (writing wise). I was going to spend a few weeks working on a novella to go along with my first series (now on e-book) and then I was going to shift my focus to the thriller I’ve been wanting to polish for a long, long time. If all went well, I was going to move onto the women’s fiction I’ve been dying to write.

And then June came with it’s end of the school year craziness which, this time around, included prom and high school graduation for one, and the 8th grade dance, finals, and a middle school graduation for the other.

Oh, and there was the graduation party prep (a.k.a. massive house cleaning), actual party, and a trip to the high school graduate’s new college to pick classes.

June soon gave way to July. July, of course, brought family vacation and a host of other schedule-altering events.

August lapped at its heels with out-of-town guests, a book launch, and way too many hours spent shopping for college.

Which brings me to today and the fact that I just typed (quite literally, I might add) “The End” on that novella I mentioned.

What’s that, you ask? 

What about the thriller?  Nope. Didn’t get to that.

And the women’s fiction?  Nope. Not that, either.

So, once again, the pet projects get shoved back in the proverbial drawer in the hope that one of these summers, I’ll actually make the leap from intention to reality.

~Laura