Going Fallow…

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Unplanted, unseeded, unsown, bare, empty, seedless…
Uncreative, unproductive, barren, idle, inactive…
Driving out to the in-laws place for Christmas dinner, we
saw a lot of fallow land. Crops harvested and the land let sit until spring
plowing. I’m feeling a lot like those forgotten fields.
I wrote three books, two novellas, and a handful of shorts
for 2013. And a whole lot of blogs, not just a peck but a bushel or two,
keeping up the farm imagery. So this week, as I’m off for my holiday, I thought
I’d tidy up the year by finishing a romance that I’d started during the spring.
I’d set it and all my notes aside when the Tourist Trap mysteries were contracted
in April. 
Unfortunately, I’m being uncreative, unproductive, and
barren, at least for my word count. I’ve read my previous chapters trying to
get back into the story. I’ve pulled out my vision board for the story, placing
it next to my computer so I can see the images. Four days, 1062 words. Not my
best showing.
So, instead I’m switching gears and working on page proofs
for Guidebook
to Murder, Book 1 of the Tourist Trap Mysteries. I moved my books to a
new place. I’ve kind of cleaned my desk. And, to prove I’m utterly blocked, I’ve
not only kept up my exercise plan, I set up a budget for 2014.
Instead of fighting the lack of progress, I’m taking the
time to recharge by reading, watching movies, and spending time with my loved
one. I’ll try for words again tomorrow. Today, I have a book calling my name.
What are you doing this long winter’s night?
Lynn

Writing – Bah Humbug and Future Promises

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Writing – Bah Humbug and Future Promises by Debra H. Goldstein

The holidays are over.  The Christmas music that began playing on my favorite radio station in November has changed back to easy listening.  Although the station will probably have a Christmas in July weekend, it is pretty safe to say the songs, tinsel, advertising, and holiday spirit are gone.  Bah humbug has returned.  It feels pretty good.

No, I’m not Scrooge.  I actually like the kindness and gentle spirit that is attached to the holiday season.  I love to see the lit candles of Chanukah twinkle.  I enjoy watching shelter children picking out presents for their parents while their parents choose toys for them at the Birmingham YWCA’s Santa’s Workshop or volunteering to help meet a family’s wishes through the Angel Tree or Temple’s Adopt A Family Program.  My issue is that I don’t like to be banged over the head with this “spirit” only in November and December.  I prefer the year ‘round approach.

I often wish I could apply my all year charitable approach to my writing.  I envy the person who sits down and writes a set number of words a day.  For me, trying to write is very similar to enjoying the holidays.  I write in sprints – easily distracted by the music and lights of everyday living.  When the writing is going well, I celebrate joyously and concentrate on the work.  When my ideas aren’t fresh or exciting or I’ve received a rejection letter, I find it far easier to lounge in front of the television than my computer or to pick up pen and paper.  

In the past, I’ve been a master of excuses as to why I’m not writing.  Excuses like I need to be in the mood (compare this to the holiday spirit), my office is upstairs and I don’t feel like going up the steps, or I would write in a notebook but then I would have to transcribe my thoughts to a computer.  Other excuses for the notebook could be a) if I leave it lying around the neighbor’s dog might eat my work, b) if I put the notebook down, I may forget where I put it, or c) if I close the notebook I may not find the page I wrote on again.  

I really wonder what excuses others use and what is the motivation that helps one write consistently?  My next blog will not appear until 2014. In anticipation of it and the New Year, I want to resolve to apply the year ‘round approach to my writing.  It isn’t going to be easy.  How do you do it?  Will you help me or join me in this New Year’s resolution?

Whether we succeed or not, may 2014 be a happy, healthy and prosperous year for you and yours.
                                                                       ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Debra H. Goldstein is the author of Maze in Blue, a murder mystery set on the University of Michigan’s campus in the 1970’s.  Her short story, “A Political Cornucopia” was the November Bethlehem Writers Roundtable featured story.    

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Christmas Memories

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I’m at a loss for words. I have no idea what to talk about once a month, let alone every day. So I decided that I”ll just ramble on and perhaps a blog will come out of this.

So what’s going on? It’s Christmas and the hustle and bustle of the city can be contagious. Everyone smiles, say their manners and just have a real good attitude.

The buildings and plaza are ensconced in trees and decorations and tourists and some natives take pictures to post on social media.

The stores play Christmas music to entice you to spend, spend, and spend. Do you realize that you can walk into a store during the holidays and when you hear the music, it changes your demeanor? I know it does mine. Hearing “Jingle Bells,” “All I Want For Christmas,” “The Christmas Song” all bring back joyous memories and opens that wallet. But that’s okay, because I feel happy and in good spirits.

It’s also the time you sit around you television and watch those movies that you grew up on. Who doesn’t recall “Miracle on 34th Street,” “Frosty The Snowman,” “White Christmas,” or “Charlie Brown Christmas.” Again, just thinking about it reminds me of my youth when all my sisters and my mother were together just waiting for the day that we can open our presents.

After all the presents were opened, and the paper cleared, the family headed to the nearest relative house for the Christmas Dinner and as the years go by, you wait for your chance to finally sit and eat at the adult table. As everyone bowed their heads, we thought of the past year and of our future to start all over again until the next Christmas season rolls around.

Christmas: a wonderful time and full of memories.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday to one and all (to those who celebrate).

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And the Winners Are…

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Yes, I decided to have hubby pick two names from those of you who left a comment.

kk I need you to send me your mailing address and your choice of book.

And Teralee, you are the other winner, and I have  your email address, so I’ll get in contact with you to find out your book choice.

This was fun. I’m going to have to do this again.

And if anyone needs to contact me, my email is marilynmeredith @ ocsnet.net

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you.

Marilyn

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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My youngest son has a lot of ambitions, and he’s pretty good
at achieving them. Very determined in quite a praiseworthy way when he’s aiming
at living and studying for a year in London and gets waylaid at the last minute
by ulcerative colitis that put him in the hospital with IVs pumping blood back
into his nearly bloodless body, yet makes it to London the next year. It’s more
like stubborn when his goal is to drag me kicking and screaming into 21st-century
popular culture.
I stopped watching television back in the late 1980s because
I was a working (and going-to-school) single mom and needed to find time to
write somehow without taking time away from my kids. I stopped keeping up with
pop music earlier sometime in the *shudder* disco age. After I grew up enough
to stop wearing bell-bottoms and mini-skirts, I stopped paying any attention to
fashion. I’ve always been a person who danced to my own drum, one who lived in
books and on paper, very introverted and introspective. And then I was a
workaholic. So American popular culture passed me by.
My older two kids seem just fine with that. Of course Mom is
just out of it and doesn’t know what’s cool. *eloquent shrug* But the youngest,
who’s over twelve years younger than his brother and sister, decided somewhere
along the road that it was his duty to bring me current with the world of
movies, music, TV, celebrities, all the trivia that a normal American would
just know.
This started when I had a demanding job running a combined
campus and community women’s center at our local university. I was always
understaffed and had to raise all the money for our programs myself. My son,
Joseph, became my right-hand computer geek. When something went wrong with our
computers, Joseph fixed it. When I needed our computers to do something that
they couldn’t do, Joseph managed to get them to do it. When our website needed
updating and I had no money to pay for IT, Joseph updated it and even
redesigned it. He was a lifesaver, but he had a price.
For each of these jobs and others, I had to watch so much
TV, animé,
or video game with him. First, it was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We went through
all of his boxed DVDs, and I became a fan—Spike!!!—who watched the last couple
of seasons as they were broadcast with him to my husband’s confusion and
dismay. (Did I mention that my husband is like me? And that Joseph eventually
talked him into going to a Communiversity class on feminist agency in Buffy the
Vampire Slayer?) 

Once Buffy was covered, he insisted on Marmalade Boy, a popular
Japanese animé adapted for TV from an even more popular manga. (Animé are
Japanese animated films and TV series while manga are Japanese graphic novels/comic
books, usually with outlandish premises like a boy turned into a girl or a girl
who’s also a fox demon or something much more bizarre.) I would never have
believed I could become fond of an animated TV romance about Japanese teenagers
whose parents were divorcing and marrying each other—with English subtitles.
Altogether, albeit it was during the time when Joseph was so very ill, we
watched all 76 episodes of Marmalade Boy. I call that true motherly love
myself.
Then, there was his insistence that I watch as he played Final
Fantasy 10 all the way through for probably the seventh time so that I could
see the “wonderful character arcs” and the “great storyline.” I did not ever
take him up on his offer to use the controls. After that, there were lots of
others, including Firefly, Dr. Who, Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog, and Glee.
Now, Joseph has moved back in with us for a while, and he’s
already started—Orange Is the New Black and the Dr. Who audiodramas. I draw the
line at American Horror Story, however. Stay tuned to see how this battle of
wills plays out. (He whispers, “Hint: Joseph wins.” *evil laugh*)
Note: Blogger will still not allow me to post
comments on The Stiletto Gang or my own blog (though I can post on other
Blogger blogs). So I will respond to your comments on our Facebook page, so
visit us there at https://www.facebook.com/stilettogang.

 

REPLIES TO COMMENTS:

I’m going to try responding to comments here since I know everyone isn’t on Facebook–there are some people even more out of it than me it seems. 🙂

Ramona, you–and Joseph–are right. buffy has great story and character arcs. And Spike! he inspired a whole sequence of my poems, “Coyote in Love.” Some of my most popular poems with women.

Kristopher, yeah, Joseph’s a pretty amazing young man. He just took a job teaching at Haskell Indian Nations University and made me the proudest mom in the world. I do like Orange is the New Black, but I’m drawing the line at American Horror Story, though I love Jessica Lange and Kathy Bates.

Katreader, yes. Buffy seriously rocks.

Sally, didn’t you love the musical episode, “Once More With Feeling”?

Mary, Joseph and I have always shared tons of interests. He loves to write, to read mysteries and fantasy/sf, loved opera, has read and loved the classics I adore (and has taught them), loves to knit and bake. Consequently, it’s natural that he’d want to share his interests with me. It’s a fair trade–except forAmerican Horror Story.

There’s Always An Upside

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There’s Always An Upside
By Laura Bradford

I have to admit, I’m not a huge fan of today’s technology. At least not in so far as it’s making people less friendly (face to face, anyway), more impatient, and far too preoccupied with things that don’t matter.

Two of my most despised aspects of the computer age are 1) watching young people on dates who spend more time on their devices than actually talking, and 2) youngsters who never learn to wait with grace because they must watch movies on their parents’ devices to withstand the horrors of “waiting in line” or “sitting still at a restaurant.”

Yes, yes, I know… There are good things about it, too–research is faster (though, encyclopedias did just fine), and keeping in touch with friends/family is easier (though I thought the phone and real mail was nice, too). But beyond that? I’m not so sure.

However, yesterday, I was able to see–and be part of–a true benefit to the computer age when my neurologist kicked off his Global project designed to reach those diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and give them hope.

There are so many sites out there that are devoted to “informing” people about various illnesses–side effects, symptoms, worst case scenarios, etc. And while, used correctly, such information can help…it can also frighten the uneducated (translation: the newly diagnosed of whatever disease is being researched).

So to see a site like I Can With MS, where the whole point is to lift someone’s heart and give them hope, is a beautiful thing.

The site and my story (“I Can Teach My Children To Persevere With MS”) went live yesterday and I’m honored to have been asked to play a part.

If you’d like to read my story, you can find it here:  http://icanwithms.org/13d.

If you’d like to view the site as a whole, go here:  www.icanwithms.org.

And better yet, if you know someone with MS, please share the link with them, too.

~Laura

The Generosity of Mystery Authors

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by Kay Kendall
The first conference for mystery fans that I attended
was Bouchercon 2011 in St. Louis. Previously I’d only attended writers’
conferences where would-be authors pitched manuscripts to agents and sat at the
feet of those hallowed gods/goddesses called published authors. Bouchercon,
billed as the “World Mystery and
Suspense Conference,“ was an entirely different breed of cat. I couldn’t
get my mind around what was going on.  
And then I got it! The published mystery authors weren’t there to tell us
how to write, how to sell, or how to win an agent. No, they were there to talk
about their writing and their writing worlds. Once I figured that out, I soaked
up every tiny detail that came my way. And I loved it.

I’m holding Charlaine’s LIVING DEAD IN DALLAS,
 the second Sookie Stackhouse book,
and she holds my debut mystery, DESOLATION ROW. 

The session that stands out, still to this day, was an
afternoon panel of new authors. One man exclaimed his astonishment over the
generosity of mystery writers. He said they supported each other and even him—a
newbie. But he was shocked to discover that mystery writers do so little
backbiting. Then he leaned over and leveled a hard look at us in the rapt
audience. “Poets are not like that,” he said. “I’ve attended meetings of poets
with a relative, and they’re just awful.” The audience howled.
While I can’t comment on poets, I can say from experience
that mystery authors are indeed generous. At Bouchercon 2012 in Cleveland I met
two authors who later agreed to blurb my debut mystery, Desolation Row. First,
thriller writer extraordinaire Norb Vonnegut gave key advice that helped me through
final edits. Whenever I need advice from
a seasoned pro, I still turn to Norb. Janet Maslin, influential book review at the
New York Times, calls him “the author of three glittery thrillers about fiscal
malfeasance” in which “he is three for three in his own improbably sexy genre.” 
The second author was Hank Phillippi Ryan, to whom I
was introduced only in passing. Yet brief as that encounter was, this
multi-award winning mystery author agreed to blurb my debut effort when I asked
her. 
As well, Stiletto Gang member Linda Rodriguez reached
out to me as an online pal to offer help setting up a bookstore event in the
Kansas City area. (Her writing career began as a poet so she may disagree with
the opinion I quote above.)
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. Mystery
authors are a benevolent group. At heart they love the genre we write in and
seem to understand that the success of one does not take away from the others. In
fact, a whole organization has been founded on that principle, the
International Thriller Writers. After attending Bouchercon 2004 in Toronto, ITW
founding members decided to reach down and pull up writers who needed help in
climbing the slippery slope to publication, “providing opportunities for mentoring, education and
collegiality among thriller authors and industry professionals.” 
A much older organization is the Mystery Writers of America founded in 1945. It underwrites MWA-University, one-day seminars led by
experienced authors who share their how-to advice for a minuscule fee. The session
I attended last weekend in Dallas was, as the under-30s would say, “awesome.” The
attached photo of me with Charlaine Harris was taken at that event. When this
creator of the Sookie Stackhouse series of paranormal mysteries (on which the
HBO series True Blood is based) wished me success like hers, I almost fell
over. In truth, I’d be pleased with one percent of her enormous fan base.

Traditionally the holiday season is when we are encouraged
to be more big-hearted and giving than usual. As I contemplated blogging about generosity, I remembered the mystery authors I’ve been privileged to meet. While I can’t
thank each one individually because they’re too numerous, I can offer this
posting as an ode to them collectively. Both their writing and the generosity
of their spirit serve to inspire me. 

Kay Kendall
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To celebrate the conclusion of 2013, the year in which my debut mystery was published, I will give away one copy of Desolation Row to someone who leaves a comment here about the joys of reading mysteries . . . or how you feel about mystery authors . . . or, heck, anything that you think is related! 

Christmas Greetings

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In the spirit of Christmas, I’m going to give a copy of one of my Deputy Tempe Crabtree mysteries to one of the commenters on my post today. The person I choose at random may pick the following list of books. For the first time in ages, I actually have a print copy of each one.

I’ve listed them in order, earliest book to latest.

Deadly Trail
Deadly Omen
Unequally Yoked
Intervention
Wing Beat
Calling the Dead
Judgment Fire
Kindred Spirits
Dispel the Mist
Invisible Path
Bears With Us
Raging Water
Spirit Shapes

If you are unfamiliar with the series, Deputy Tempe Crabtree is a Native American resident deputy in the mountain community of Bear Creek in the Southern Sierra. She has a large area to patrol and it’s adjacent to the Bear Creek Indian Reservation. She’s married to the minister of the local church. The fact that she sometimes uses Indian rituals in order to help solve crimes has at times caused some friction in an otherwise happy marriage.

Through the years she’s learned more and more about her ethnic heritage usually through the tutoring of Nick Two John who runs the Bear Creek Inn with his significant other.

This is a great opportunity for someone to get acquainted with Tempe and Bear Creek.

Marilyn

To learn more about each book visit http://fictionforyou.com/

Or check them out on Amazon, Barnes and Noble or other Internet booksellers.

Fiction is Stranger than Truth – Or Is It?

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Fiction is stranger than truth – or is it? 
by Debra H. Goldstein

Writers pull stories out of the air – or at least that’s how it seems.

In reality, the seeds of a story may have many origins.  An incident in our lives, an anecdote someone tells us, a line of poetry, chance meetings or long time friendships may be the “what if” that triggers our imaginations.

Sally Berneathy provided a good example of this in her November 26th Stiletto Gang blogpost when she wrote about transforming her interaction with a road-rage filled driver into a character in the her current work in progress. My recent Bethlehem Writers Roundtable short story, “A Political Cornucopia,” (http://bwgwritersroundtable.com) grew out of a chance discussion about Southern politics with a colleague.

We were talking about the practice of buying votes and he mentioned a fifty year old newspaper picture of a group of candidates, including one of his relatives, standing on the marble stairs of a rural courthouse shaking hands as they solemnly agreed to run clean campaigns.  I googled the incident and came up with a picture of four stern-faced contenders over a caption describing their no-vote-buying agreement.

I consulted a number of search engines but never found out whether the candidates in the picture kept their word, but looking at their 1950’s clothing took me back to an era when Southern politicians often behaved like fictional characters.  White suits, big hats, kissing babies, and a little moonshine were gimmicks used to help the public remember each candidate.  It was a time before the media instantly reported blunders so candidates were less restrained in their public activities because there always was time, money, and flunkies to mitigate their messes.   My imagination took off.

Soon, I had written “A Political Cornucopia,” a story about vote buying and a 1960 election set in Mayberry-like Wahoo, Alabama told through the eyes of a young cub reporter.  A chance comment by a colleague, an old newspaper photo, my childish impressions of elections in the 1960’s acquired through newspapers and newsreels, my reading about Southern politics, my transplanted Yankee impressions of Southern towns and customs, and my love of mystery all came together to produce a work of fiction that Bethlehem Writers Roundtable enjoyed enough to make their featured November 2013 story.

When “A Political Cornucopia” was published, I shared the link for my made-up tale with the colleague whose comment was the seed for the story.  In my e-mail, I apologized for making my fictitious story more elaborate than the truth.  He sent me back a link to a much later newstory – one that almost mirrored where my imagination had gone.  Reading it, I shuddered.  I always thought fiction is stranger than truth, but is it?

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Debra H. Goldstein’s short story, “A Political Cornucopia” was the November featured story by Bethlehem Writer’s Roundtable.  Her debut novel, Maze in Blue, received a 2012 IPPY award and will be reissued in May 2014 as a Harlequin Worldwide Mystery.