January and Award Shows

I love the month of January because I’m an award show addict and broadcast are four shows I have watched since forever. I may not follow everything, but I just like seeing the outfits being worn and what the award shows are focused on. So far I’ve watched

People’s Choice Awards:

  • What it honors: The People’s Choice Awards were founded in 1975 to give fans an opportunity to express their opinions about pop culture. It’s the only major awards show decided by the public and honors film, television and music. 
  • Who votes: Anyone! Fans can vote online for 58 categories.

Golden Globe Awards:

  • What it honors: First held in 1947, the Golden Globe Awards honor achievements in film and television, dividing the nominees into two categories: comedy/musical and drama. The awards include 25 categories, 14 in film and 11 in television. 
  • Who votes: Members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, around 90 journalists all based in Southern California who cover the entertainment industry for outlets around the world.

Screen Actors Guild Awards 

  • What it honors: The annual awards, now in their 20th year, honor acting work in five film categories and eight television categories. The most important award goes to an ensemble cast in both TV and film in order to highlight the collaborative art of acting. 
  • Who votes: Only members of acting guild SAG-AFTRA may vote, so all winners are decided by their peers. The guild includes around 100,000 actors.


Grammy Awards

  • What it honors: Presented by the Recording Academy, the Grammys celebrate achievement in the recording arts. The awards are now in their 56th year and have become the most coveted honor for musicians of all genres. 
  • Who votes: Members of the Recording Academy can cast their votes in 82 categories and are meant to determine winners based on artistic and technical merit, not sales numbers.

There are other award shows, some not aired that occurs that will lead up to the grand-daddy of all award shows:

Academy Awards 

  • What it honors: Also known as the Oscars, the first Academy Awards were held in 1929 in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel and have been televised since 1953. The awards honor achievements in film and are generally considered the most important awards in Hollywood. 
  • Who votes: More than 600 members of the academy, all film artists and professionals, vote in 24 categories.

I had mentioned on my Facebook page that there should be an award show for Books so our favorite authors could walk the red carpet.

So, if you were nominated for an award, what would you wear to the Literary Awards?

21 Anyone?

     

21 ANYONE? by Debra H. Goldstein

This week, one of my friends threw a birthday party for her son who turned 21.  On my way home from the party, I thought about the relevance of the number twenty-one.  For my friend’s son, it meant reaching the age of majority.  He probably should be glad that the 21st Amendment was passed or instead of being legal, he’d be dealing with Prohibition.  Some associate it with the century we are living in, others think of a 21 gun salute or the 2012 movie 21 Jump Street with Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill.

On a personal note, 21 is an age I will never see again.  21 was the age that for the only time in her life, my daughter was older than her twin brother who was born two minutes before her.  How?  She was in Australia and he was in Arizona.  The time difference let her celebrate before him.

There also was a difference in how they celebrated.   My daughter had just begun six months of studying abroad.  She was delighted to have her birthday remembered by new suitemates and friends making birthday signs and taking her out for a very special dinner and drinks.  My son’s fraternity decided they couldn’t let their social chairman’s birthday slip by without a good dress-up party so they threw a Hugh Hefner night. My son was Hugh in a red smoking jacket and the guests came as party-boys and bunnies.  Pictures I have seen from their respective celebrations reflect both of my children having a memorable twenty-first birthday.

Writers are as different as my children.  Writing habits and styles vary, but when the words flow and a satisfactory end product is produced, the celebration is the same.  It is marked with the feeling of being on top of the world, being able to jump higher than anyone else, knowing that years of studying and learning the tools of the craft have resulted in reaching an age of majority and mentally hearing a 21 gun salute.

When Procrastination Pays A Visit

When Procrastination Pays A Visit
By Laura Bradford

I have a lot of work to do at this particular time and I know this.

know this.

Yet, despite that inarguable fact, there’s something inside me that’s moving at a snail’s pace and jumping at every chance I can find to procrastinate.

Wait. There’s snow on the ground?  I must shovel.

The fire is dying down?  I must add logs…and tend it.

Haven’t checked my email inbox in the past thirty minutes?  I must do that…now.

And so it goes, on and on and on.

It’s not the book I’m writing, because it’s a fun plot.

It’s not that I’m stuck on what comes next, because I’m not.

I’m just finding it hard to concentrate on anything and it’s driving me nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

But waiting it out isn’t working. Neither is the “I’ll be better today” I keep telling myself every morning only to give in to the pull of procrastination inside about ten minutes of rising.

It’s time to banish this personal houseguest of mine once and for all. Or, at least, until the current book is written and in the hands of my publisher (though, after that’s done, I have other projects I want/need to get to, as well).

Which means, the daily to-do list is back on the case, taunting me with that insatiable desire I have to see a check next to every item before I can go to bed at night.

So how about you? What’s your trick for keeping procrastination out of your home?

~Laura

Untitled Post

If you read my post from a few weeks ago you’ll know that I
was anxiously awaiting the ARC of my next book.  It was so close to perfect.  So close, but not actually perfect.  The inside looks great, but there was a
tiny little printing error on the cover and the top of the letters that made up
title were chopped off!  Sigh. But
what’s bad for me could be good for you! 
Leave a comment here or on Facebook for a chance to win this slightly
not right advance copy of Tales From the City of Destiny.  I will select one commenter at random
and announce it on the Stiletto Gang Facebook page tomorrow!

In other, non-book related news, the Seahawks won their game
and are headed for the Super Bowl. Now maybe you don’t care, but I live in
Tacoma, which is 45 minutes from Seattle and EVERYONE cares.  Although apparently, in the rest of the
country, they only care that Seahawks Cornerback Richard Sherman was, to put it
in the vernacular, kind of a dick to another player and then shot his mouth off
on national TV.  I’m not sure where
you come down on the unsportsman like conduct issue, but I come down on the
side of not giving a crap. Sure, I disapprove. His behavior violated the prime directive of proper societal
behavior, also known as the Golden Rule, also known as “Don’t be a dick.”  But considering that there are people
out there suffering from actual problems, whether or not Richard Sherman’s
behavior is a sign of the coming apocalypse (hint: it isn’t) does not occupy a
great deal of my brain space. But you know the part of my brain it does
occupy?  The part that thinks,
“That’s an interesting character. An hour after losing his temper he’s joking
and charming in a custom cut suit and a bow tie (because bow ties are cool).  Where can I use that?  I’m not sure I’m comfortable writing
someone like that.  Maybe that’s
why I should write someone like that.” 
Which is how I came to the conclusion that I should write
someone like Richard Sherman – brash, excitable, charming, angry, and talented.
Because half of writing is about challenging my skills. Not just the mechanics
of how to construct a more elegant sentence, but how to build realistic
characters that aren’t like me. Staying in the safe zone with my characters and
my emotions means that my books will become flat and repetitive. If I’m not
looking to understand other types of people – Richard Sherman or anyone else
that’s different from me – then how can my writing grow?

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 and
Facebook.

Now I’ve Got This Up on the Right Date Now


Actually, I thought I’d written a post for my turn on the blog, but if I did, it disappeared. So I wrote one and put it up on the wrong date–so now I’m doing it again, just realize that I wrote it a week ago.

I spent Thursday through Sunday in Ventura CA–and though that’s a
wonderful place to visit, I was there for the Public Safety Writers
Association’s Board Meeting. We only meet once a year, though stay in touch via email.
For many years I’ve been the program chair for their annual conference in July,
but I’ve turned the job over to someone younger and certainly as
capable or more so than me.

While there, of course, I was too busy to get any work done–and now
that I’m home, I’ve got a long, long list of things I must
accomplish–and one is working on my latest book.

I’m also planning a blog tour for my next Rocky Bluff P.D. mystery.
While in Ventura, I took some photos of places that could be in my
fictional town of Rocky Bluff.

Ventura is a wonderful place right on the Pacific Ocean. It has the most
fabulous restaurants–many within walking distance of the hotel where
are board meeting was held. The town is also famous because Erle Stanley
Gardner had first law office here. And it’s the home of the San Buena
Ventura Mission. Years ago, I was a day care center teacher in Ventura
and was in charge of the school age kids during the summer. We walked
all over the old downtown. It has changed a lot since that time.

The beach

Ventura Keys–where the rich people live.

And now it’s time for me to hunker down and get some work done!

Marilyn

New Years Resolutions – Or Not -Part II

Hi Gang,

It’s been twenty days since the New Year started.  Have you kept to your goals? Are they flexible enough to adjust when things go south? Or when your load gets heavier?

Last post, I talked about my health goals. I lose weight VERY slowly. So who knows where I am today. But even if I’ve fallen, I will get back up because I know I can lose weight with this same program. Eat more fruits and veggies, cut back on calories, and work out more.

Another set of goals I made was around taking more time for myself. I’m the queen of busy. If I can fit in one more blog, or one more chore, that’s one less that I have to do tomorrow. One more lap. Just a little faster. The problem is I can burn out easily if I forget to fill the well.

Around the holiday’s, I took some time off and spent it reading, watching movies, and spending time with my family.  During that respite, I decided one day a week I’d take time off for me. No word count, no editing pages, just re-creation time.

We’ll see how that works.

I’m hoping to carve out more time for baking, quilting, crochet, and, yes, of course, reading. During my vacation I read Doctor Sleep by Stephen King. Loved this character study in the life of an alcoholic. Well, an alcoholic with an ability to talk to spirits, and other cool psychic tools. Great book.

What would you do with a free day once a week? What’s stopping you?

Lynn

All Systems Go!


On New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day each year, I sit down
with my journal and look back over the ending year at what went well and what
didn’t. Then I decide what I want more and less of in the coming year and plan
ways to make those goals happen. The year seldom goes the way I’ve envisioned,
of course, because of all the unexpected things that will come up, but at least
I have a plan. It’s easier to adjust an existing plan than to keep coming up
with one from scratch all year long. This is a tradition I’ve come to rely on
at each year’s end.
Only, at the end of 2013, I was laid flat with pneumonia—and
on top of that, I couldn’t read or write because the illness or one of the meds
I took for it made my eyes and head hurt so. Consequently, the year ended and
2014 came in without my usual stock-taking and goal-setting. I’m only getting
to it now in mid-January as I dig out from under the piled-up correspondence
and backlog of work that had to be put off while I was sick.
I’m not sure that mid-January isn’t a better time to do the yearly
inventory and plan anyway. It seems to me that I’m taking a more realistic look
at things than I usually do in the optimistic, holiday glow. One of the main
things I’ve fixated on is the need to revamp the systems in my life. You know,
those sets of habits and schedules that keep daily life functioning and keep us
on track with our deadlines, obligations, and ambitions.
I hadn’t really revamped mine after I began publishing
novels. I adjusted to cover the demands of the publisher to promote my books
and the need to travel more on book tour—as a poet, those had not been a
necessity. I adjusted to meet the frequent deadlines, another thing that had
not been a part of my life as a poet. No one cares when your next book of
poetry is done. You write your first and try to get it published for years. Then
you write the next, and even if one or more publishers are waiting for it, they
aren’t expecting it at any time in the near future. I had deadlines with the
grant cycles, of course—poets live off grants much more than off book sales,
which are usually miniscule—but my life in the past few years had essentially
been transformed into something wild and alien to the life I lived before my
first novel won a national novel competition. And every year, I tried to make
it work better without making fundamental changes to the way I was doing things
in my daily life—because that’s hard and takes much time and thought. That
basically meant adding more and more work expectations and watching everything
else in my life fall away.
While ill, I had time to really think about all of this, albeit
in a dazed, doped-up, miserable way. And I came to the conclusion that it’s not
working well for me. Oh, the novel-writing/publishing part is going well
because that’s where all of my energy and time have been focused, but most of the
things I did to provide stress relief, enrich my family and home, and basically
create a happy, healthy life had fallen by the boards from lack of time.
This is not the first time I’ve come to this kind of
discovery. I’m a quadruple Scorpio, and my base tendency is to go into
something with all my energy and focus. I’m usually left picking up pieces and
making major adjustments later. Passion is the great theme of my life, and balance
is the great lesson I have to learn—again and again in new ways.
In 2014, my aim is to focus more on balance in my life. I
intend to keep the energy and forward progress in my career as a mystery writer,
but I want to restructure the basic systems of my life to make it possible for
me to include more non-work time with my husband and family—Ben’s seen plenty
of me only because he’s spent all his vacation time with me on tour—more
important health activities—exercise has been one of the important things to
fall by the wayside and I must find a way to eat healthier when on tour—and
more relaxation and de-stressing activities. (Microsoft Word’s autocorrect kept
trying to change “de-stressing” to “distressing.” What is it trying to tell
me?)
That means I have to look at the habits, schedule, and
priorities of my life in a different way and change them to keep what’s working
well and change what isn’t. It also means that all year I’ll be making
adjustments as I see that this or that part of the system isn’t working as well
as I thought it would. That’s the way such transformation happens. I’ve been through
this kind of thing before.
This is not a New Year’s resolution. I’m looking at systems
rather than specific goals—for example, how to set up a system to eat healthy and
exercise while traveling rather than a goal of losing so many pounds. I’m looking
at how to make it easier to do the things I want to do this year for a
healthier, more balanced life.
Now that we’re in the middle of the first month of the new
year, how are you doing with your New Year’s resolutions, goals, or plans? Are
you on track? Have you decided to revamp them? to pitch them? And is anyone
else out there always having to relearn this “balance” lesson?

Fashions of the Times

By Kay Kendall

I adore fashion. I can’t help it. It’s genetic. Both my grandmothers and my mother enjoyed clothes, jewelry, and dressing up. At the age of ten I had a weekly hair appointment at a salon. Shopping trips to the big city of Wichita from my hometown of 12,000 were a monthly highlight. In early years Mother and I even donned gloves for the 25-mile trip. When my Texas grandmother took me to the original Neiman Marcus in downtown Dallas, I almost swooned.

Now, flash forward to the eighties. Shoulder pads made the scene. Love at first sight! They helped balance my proportions, counteracting my hips. My mother, however, was appalled. “My dresses had big shoulders in the forties, and I’m not excited about things I wore before.” I didn’t understand. How could she be so stuffy?

With this new millennium, boho chic arrived. But it’s all sixties fashion to me. Retro hippie would be an even better name. The first time I saw nouveau bell-bottom trousers in an issue of Vogue ca. 2003, I groaned. Oh, surely that will never catch on again, I mused to myself, throwing the magazine aside in disgust. Then came the beads, the peasant blouses, and all the other hippie accouterments. The only thing not seen in redux-land is a version of my old macrame purse.

 Soon celebrities in the under thirty-five age group staked out hippie chic as their own look. Try an online search of images for entertainers Nicole Richie or Sienna Miller, and fashion stylist and designer Rachel Zoe. Every image of them is heavily influenced by the sixties. Nicole even wears macrame occasionally.

At first, like my mother twenty-five years ago, I spurned the return of styles I’d worn before. But boho chic gained strength and crept into more and more clothes. I’ve been thinking about this a lot since Stairway Press of Seattle published my debut mystery set in the sixties. Desolation Row—An Austin Starr Mystery features a young bride from Texas who gets swept along by the tides of history during that turbulent time.

The choice of cover was tricky. The design had to evoke the Vietnam War era without turning off potential readers. Real photos from the period are too grungy, but countless current pictures are for sale of young female models dressed like hippies. We chose one of those photos, and the result has drawn raves. “Isn’t she, er, fetching?” a bestselling male author gulped as he stared at my book cover, almost drooling.

To set the mood at my book signings, I often wear blouses and boot-cut pants (not bell-bottoms) like those I wore back then and throw on some beads and ethnic-y earrings to complete the effect. Luckily for me, there’s no dearth of such clothes and jewelry to choose from.

How about you? Are there styles that have returned (from the dead, as it were) that delight you? That you are happy to wear again? Or are there other styles that have as yet to resurface and you wish they’d hurry and return?

Personally, I think how one dresses is a great form of self-expression. I love playing with style. Sure, it’s vain, I guess, but it is still fun!

~~~~~~~
Kay Kendall is an international award-winning public relations executive who lives in Texas with her husband, five house rabbits, and spaniel Wills. A fan of historical mysteries, she wants to do for the 1960s what novelist Alan Furst does for Europe in the 1930s during Hitler’s rise to power–write atmospheric mysteries that capture the spirit of the age.

Stepping Out of My Comfort Zone

 by Marjorie Brody
I love challenges and like to–well, not exactly like to, in fact, sometime I kick and scream–thrust myself into uncomfortable situations in order to overcome reluctant behavior. “Reluctant behavior” is so much nicer than the quaking-in-my-stilettos word, “fear”, don’t you think? 
Blogging presents one of those challenges. Just thinking about writing a blog triggers not a casual thanks-but-I’ll-pass reaction, but a firm, dig-in-my-heels, not me-no way, resistance. I’ve avoided blogging for years. Why? Because of a psychologically unpleasant association created decades ago. Blogging to me means writing non-fiction and just that word, non-non-non-ficfic-fiction, sends creepy little critters crawling through my veins. Non-fiction reminds me too much of the drudgery I encountered while completing my dissertation. Note: I didn’t say the association was rational. 
As a result of this odious connection, blogging=non-fiction=psychic, emotional, and physical agony, my creative process locks herself in a room, buries her head under the blanket and refuses to come out and play. 
To the rescue comes the Stiletto Gang, a phenomenal group of writers, who offers me the opportunity to vanquish that twisted thought association–to tear it apart, to slaughter it with dagger or poisoned pen, to stomp upon its mangled shreds, to . . . hmm, maybe I can embrace blogging the way I embrace fiction–with passion, excitement, and an indescribable joy. 
Anyway, I’m sure going to give it my all. So while this may be a short blog, I’ve taken those first wobbly steps and surprisingly, I’m eager to come back the second Tuesday of next month and interact with you. Maybe you’ll let me know if you’ve had situations you’ve been reluctant to undertake, and if so, how you’ve handled them. I look forward to sharing my passion for writing with you–whether it be plays or poetry or short stories or novels. Or maybe even, yes, just perhaps, I’ll soon be able to add . . . blogging. 
Aladdin’s Restaurant in Old Jaffa
overlooking the Mediterranean Sea

For now, I’m going to catch up on jet lag–I spent the last two weeks of 2013 and the beginning of 2014 in Israel–talk about stepping out of my comfort zone! I did manage to catch a connection home before the blizzard grounded all planes out of  New York, but that’s a story for some other time. Thirty-three hours after I left the hotel in Tel Aviv, I arrived home. Bet Aladdin’s carpet traveled faster.  

                               



Marjorie Brody is an award-winning author and Pushcart Prize Nominee. Her short stories appear in literary magazines and the Short Story America Anthology, Vols. I, II and III. Her debut psychological suspense novel, TWISTED, delves into the secrets that emerge following a sexual assault at a high school dance and features a remarkable teen who risks everything to expose the truth. TWISTED is available in print and ebooks. Marjorie invites you to visit her at www.marjoriespages.com.