Gracee's Blog--A Writer's Journal

Vampire Musings

2011-11-28T11:57:00.002-06:00

The other night I finally watched the movie, Twilight. I never planned to watch it at all because I didn’t like the book, had to make myself finish it. I know that’s un-American, judgmental, prejudiced, and all the other tags you can think of to describe a person who admits a dislike for an extremely popular phenomenon. I tried hard to suspend disbelief and get into the story, but the basic premise of it, finding vampires irresistible, got in the way, though irresistibility is part of a vampire’s character.

Through the years, I’ve read vampire books, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, and others, but the whole vampire concept is repulsive to me. I only read the books to see why they are so attractive to so many readers, and that’s why I watched the Twilight movie. Stoker’s and Rice’s books made me a horrified spectator with never a touch of sympathy for the vampires and their sordid, nasty worlds. I had to admire the writing especially that of Anne Rice who made the vampire’s life so real.

Stephanie Meyer in Twilight attempted to make the Cullen vampires more acceptable by having them satisfy their blood lusts with animal blood, but they remained vampires, cold and unfeeling except for their beloveds. In most vampire stories the prey of a vampire is an innocent, unwilling victim. Not so in Twilight. Bella was attracted to Edward from first glance and desired him while Edward, though obsessed with her, controlled his lust for her blood to protect her humanness. Not typical vampire behavior.

In all the vampire stories I’ve read, vampires are magnets, sensual, attractive beyond resistance to their mesmerized victims. In one scene Meyer’s writing far surpassed the movie in showing this. That was the scene in the sunlight when Edward revealed himself in all his vampire glory. That was the only time in the book that I could understand why Bella was so attracted to Edward’s pale, cold vampire self. I was disappointed in the same movie scene and thought I should have experienced a feast for the senses in music, color, movement that made me feel a little of Bella’s fascination with the vampire.

The movie captured Bella’s fear of, Edward’s rival, the vampire villain with all the lust, instinct, and ruthlessness of the typical vampire we love to hate. The appropriately scary sights and sounds of the movie kept me glued to my seat at times, but other scenes like the ones of Edward zipping about with Bella clinging to his back made me want to laugh.

I will say about Twilight, both movie and book, I’m glad I saw and read them but won’t do it again. That’s what I said about the acclaimed book and movie, Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence. So what do I know?

Back in the Here and Now

2011-11-10T23:06:00.004-06:00

I have been lost in my novel for many, many months, neglecting family, friends, life in general, and especially this blog to spend my time with fantasy people in their world. Real time and place were almost dreams to me, and the people I know and care for were characters in those dreams. My life was in the words that poured out creating the story of love, struggle, perseverance, and hope that filled the pages of my manuscript while I secluded myself, allowing no distractions to entice me from my work.

Now, after the story is done, mundane words replaced with vivid words full of emotion, plot refined and honed to epitomize the theme, characters and setting grown familiar yet unknown, I step out of that world back into the real one that competes with my imagination. I left my desk this afternoon to drive through golden ginkgoes, maples of red, orange and yellow, multicolored trees wearing their autumn dresses. Glad to be alive here and now, I entered the recording booth of the radio station at the library to read a Christmas short story by Charles Dickens.

Everyone knows the Dickens story of A Christmas Carol with Scrooge and the ghosts, but his other Christmas stories were a revelation to me. Today I read What Christmas Is As We Grow Older, a very short one that took only fourteen minutes to read. I had read the story before and didn’t think much of it when I read it silently. It seemed to be merely a collection of the author’s memories. But when I read it aloud into the microphone, it came to life. I had never thought I’d like to read aloud the convoluted, multi-clause sentences of Charles Dickens, but I did. The music of the language and the richness of the words made those memories of Dickens come alive for me.

I can only hope my writing may some day enthrall a reader as much as I was captivated by the world and the writing of Charles Dickens. That would be more than full payment for the months and years I’ve spent closeted with my research, my creative muse, and my computer. Not that I regret any minute of the process. Nothing is more satisfying to me than creating another world peopled with characters who are part of me and everybody I know, people who meet the challenges of their world with hope.

Yann Martel

2011-03-09T14:59:00.003-06:00

Yesterday I met Yann Martel. In a dimly lit studio at Radio WYPL 89.3, Stephen Usery interviewed Yann Martel as I sat there avidly taking in every word. I’ve been a fan of Martel since I read his Life of Pi a few years ago. The topic of the interview was his new novel, Beatrice and Virgil which somehow combines the story of Beatrice the donkey and Virgil the howler monkey in Okapi Taxidermy with the Holocaust.

I have not read the book but now have it and cannot wait to delve into it. As a writer, I was fascinated with what Yann Martel had to say. For one thing, he said he was a slow reader, reading a word at a time to get all the author put into a book. According to him, every book a person reads should give the reader a new or more complete understanding of life and the world and leave him or her thinking about it. Martel writes to give his readers the kind of experience he wants from any book he reads.

Before writing Beatrice and Virgil, he read about eighty new books and spent a tremendous amount of time in learning experiences and research as he planned, plotted, and lived the story. That’s why some people may have thought he suffered from writers' block; he said that was not the case. He had no problem writing when the book was ready to be written.

As a fan, I was glad to know Martel is a warm, friendly person. He appreciates all of his readers, especially women and their book clubs. Though he classified himself as a middle-aged man, he admitted that most middle-aged men do not read.

A silent listener to the interview, I think I learned more than I have in several day-long writers’ workshops I've attended. So many writers seem to whip out the books one after another that I had wondered why I was so slow. Now I’m glad to know that all my time spent in research and planning, several years of it for my current novel, would not be at all unusual for Yann Martel.

A Taste of Guernsey

2010-07-19T15:26:00.005-05:00

THE GUERNSEY LITERARY AND POTATO PEEL SOCIETY. What a name for a novel about the German occupation of Guernsey during World War II! I have to admit it. I was intrigued by that title, but when I opened the book and found it was written as a series of letters, I might have returned it to the shelf if my book club had not chosen it to read this month. I have never before found a book of anybody’s correspondence or personal diary fascinating enough for me to enjoy reading it.

Thanks to Sunday Readers Book Club and author Mary Ann Shaffer, I can lay that prejudice aside. From the first page I was hooked by the characters and the experience of living in post World War II London and learning what happened in Guernsey, one of the Channel Islands. Each character with his or her own nature and personality became real, struggling to live through the occupation of Guernsey or to write the story of the islanders’ survival. There are several villains, more than one love story, an orphan, history, and plenty of humor in the novel, as well as shock and horror.

Since I hosted the book club yesterday to discuss the book, it was my privilege to provide snacks. Naturally, my first thought was potato peel pie, created in the book by Will Thisbee who said he wouldn’t attend any meeting unless there was something to eat. After checking the Internet, I found that potato peel pie existed only in the pages of THE GUERNSEY LITERARY AND POTATO PEEL SOCIETY and the minds of a few creative cooks who, with varying degrees of success, had tried to recreate Will’s pie. In the novel the potato peel pie was Will’s only culinary contribution that other members of the Society actually liked. I set out using Will’s ingredients to duplicate his success and produce an acceptable potato peel pie based on a recipe from Trish of Empire Bay, Australia. Thank you, Trish!

Potato Peel Pie

2 cu. grated raw potato peels with eighth inch potato left on, packed
1 small to medium onion, finely chopped
1 large egg, well beaten
2 tbsp. self-rising flour
2 tbsp. vegetable oil. I used extra virgin olive oil.
Mashed potatoes made from peeled potatoes
2-3 small beets, cooked and mashed
½ cup sour cream
¼ tsp. pepper
¼ tsp. thyme
½ tsp. salt
4 tbsp butter
Oil pie pan. Heat oven to 400F. Mix grated potato peels, 3/4 of onion, egg, flour, and oil. Press into pie pan with spoon to form crust. Bake crust 20 minutes or more until brown.
Cook potatoes until soft. Place potatoes and all other ingredients including remaining onion browned in some of the butter. I wanted to add bacon, but they had eaten all the pig. In food processor, blend until smooth. Pour into crust and bake in 350 F oven for 15 minutes.

The pie smelled wonderful, looked like raspberry, and according to the book club was very good. Someone said it seemed like a dish for company dinner.

I also served a traditional Guernsey apple dessert, Gache Melee, pronounced Gosh Mel-are which got rave reviews. For those who asked, here’s the recipe.

Gache Melee

2 cu. plain flour
¼ lb. Guernsey butter
3 cu. peeled, cored, and chopped apples
1½ cu. brown sugar
¼ tsp. nutmeg
¼ tsp. cinnamon
¼ tsp. mixed spice
½ cu. water.
½ tsp. salt
1 egg

Cut butter into flour and other dry ingredients until like breadcrumbs. Add apple and mix.
Add egg and water, and mix well. Place in 7 inch square pan. Bake in slow (300 F) oven. Serve warm or cold. You can add a dollop of cream or ice cream. Yummy!

After all the food and a great discussion, the book club left just before Frank and I discovered that our AC had also left. Temps in the 90s are not much fun without AC, even with ceiling fans. After a sweltering night and a desperate call to the AC maintenance company this morning, we now have a new hero wearing a toolbelt and cool air again. Whew!

Funny or NOT

2010-01-04T13:56:00.009-06:00

Since the evening after Christmas, I’ve been a little concerned about the next generation, the one that follows mine. That evening my sisters, cousins, and I presented “A Musical History of the Bolly Girls” a true farce about our childhood and teen years.

The five of us had worked for about three months preparing a singing/dancing event to entertain our daughters and granddaughters at our annual Bolly girls party. None of us carry the name of our grandfather, John Bolly, but we’ve always been proud to call ourselves Bolly girls. We thought the younger ones should know all about being a Bolly girl, so we wrote and presented what we thought was a musical comedy of our life on the hill in old South Memphis.

To the tune of “The Crawdad Song,” We sang about Grandma and our mothers, and then about us.
Five in all, we had a ball, Honey, baby mine.

Grandpa brought home from the cemetery, Honey,
Loads of ribbons in colors bright, Babe.
We sewed those ribbons and made some skirts,
Worn with pride. We were a sight! Honey, baby, mine

Our audience sat silently watching as we sang about Doris’s pet duck that was eaten by Mrs. Stackhouse and about our friends and the spanks we got. I never heard a snicker, and we thought we were doing funny stuff. Couldn‘t figure out why they weren’t laughing, or groaning, or something.

Orma’s dream was to dance on stage,
But a concussion stopped that at an early age,

We wore our daddy’s shirts; we wore our daddy’s ties.

Then she held a baton up high,
Leading on the marching band,

For pots and pans and dirty dishes,
And for your hands and for your face.

When we sang, “Grandma’s Lye Soap” in the most off-key, raucous voices we could muster, no response. But by then the youngest granddaughters were getting into the spirit and wore big smiles as they stared at us.

By the time we got to “Jesus Loves Me,” I was seeing more smiles. Almost everybody sang with us on that one.

Then:
Sunday morning in an old paneled truck, Honey,
We’d head to church, holding our noses, Babe.
During the week Grandpa used the truck
Hauling chicken manure to make his compost hot,
Honey, baby mine.

A few smiles, but mostly silence brought us to the finale.

We leave you now with a taste of just
The way we were. You’ll remember I trust,
Honey, baby mine.

While quickly transforming ourselves from 1950s teens into current dancing queens, we heard from the other room the uproarious laughter we had hoped for. They must have been entertaining each other.

You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life

Thanks to ABBA we ended on a high note with most of the granddaughters singing with us.

We bowed and it was all over. Not one wave of applause in the silence that followed. Nobody said much about our great performance. What a disappointment! We had so hoped they would love the show. What I heard was, “I was amazed you could remember all that and had the stamina to do it."

Finally, a week later, my daughter said they all really enjoyed our performance, but didn’t know if they should laugh or clap or what. They didn’t want to hurt our feelings. I would have thought seeing five grandmotherly women cavorting about, singing the hilarious lyrics I wrote . . .

Oh, that’s it! What a blow to the ego! I’m not a funny writer. And we had thought seeing old ladies in ribbon skirts, galloping through the house on beanpole horses would have been so funny nobody could keep from laughing.

The real concern is that our kids have forgotten how to play and have fun. I wonder if they ever get so tickled they just can’t stop laughing. I know our mothers did. And we did too, again and again, when we practiced that farce. Maybe funny these days is different. It might have to be on a screen of some kind or be accompanied by a laugh track to let people know it’s funny.

My assignment for the new year is to find out what’s funny.

Dancing in the Morning

2009-10-30T11:09:00.004-05:00

Glorious, breathtaking, awe inspiring! The splendor of the sun-kissed scene that greeted me this morning was indescribable. Overnight, after days of damp gray dullness, golden leaves from the willow oak across the street adorned the ground, sprinkled the street, and sparkled in the shrubs like sequins on a denim jacket. The yellow gingko glistened in the light. I wanted to dance and twirl with leaves borne by the warm wind that lifted my hair and filled me with joy.

The world was blessed with a luminescence that sent me into the house for my camera. I didn’t snatch the camera and run out into that magnificent day as I wanted to. No, I began my yoga stretches, gazing out the window at the reds and golds of Japanese maples and crepe myrtles against the background of Foster hollies with their red berries shining in glossy green leaves. As I stretched, grayness returned and hid the glory of the sun. The trees no longer shone with jewel rich colors. In a matter of minutes, the unexpected marvel of the morning was gone, and I had missed the chance to capture it on film.

During the high that possessed me while the sun did its magic, I thought I wanted those bright, effervescent colors all over my house. Paint the walls with the reds, oranges, golds of exuberance. Then I remembered a previous fall season that seemed to last forever before the autumn colors faded and disappeared. I had loved the glowing colors that delighted my eyes and filled my heart, but after several weeks of such mind-boggling vivid colors, I found myself longing for the serenity of the more common blues and greens of the landscape.

That must be why God in his infinite wisdom gives us glorious mountain peak experiences for only a short while. We just can’t handle more. After the grayness took over this morning and the rain poured down, I was content to sit here in my chair at the computer and write. I’d never get anything done if I were out dancing with the leaves all day.

The Original Seven

2009-10-23T15:15:00.009-05:00

I thoroughly enjoyed the SCBWI Midsouth Fall Conference in Nashville and was so pumped up afterwards that I could hardly wait to get back home to my computer. That’s why I’ve had to neglect this blog. I was up to my ears in revision of my novel that Kaylan Adair of Candlewick Press critiqued for me. Her interest in my story inspired me to revise it once again. I say once again because the manuscript would not be recognizable now to anybody who read the first lackluster draft. It has changed quite a bit since my critique group saw it.

One of the best things about the conference was being with my group again. Only two of the seven members had met before we were assigned as a critique group at the conference last year. Amazingly, we fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Because we live miles apart in three different states, we have been critiquing by email for the past year.

Why does the Original Seven, as we call our group, work so well? All of the members are good writers and respect each other’s writing. They have the basic skills, knowledge, and an unselfish willingness that makes them good critique partners. They carefully go over a manuscript and make suggestions to improve it in a way that makes the writer want to consider using their suggestions whether it is to improve the flow, correct grammar mistakes, eliminate erroneous information, or spark up the story. Plus, they accept criticism and consider every suggestion from the others without becoming defensive or antagonistic. We all know suggestions or corrections in this critique group are given to help the writer improve the manuscript.

Members of the Original Seven are similar in our love for writing and the desire to write novels for young people, but we are all individuals with different backgrounds, writing styles, and genre preferences. We know the others are always there, as close as our keyboards, and we know they will answer our calls for assistance whether it’s a question about writing, editors, agents, or research. We trust each other, and I love being a part of the Original Seven.

Who are these critique paragons? In the photo at the top, they are: Ruta Sepetys, Grace E. Howell, Christi Atherton, David Jarvis, Beth Dotson Brown, Maria Hurt, and Joyce Lansky.

Sliding Along

2009-09-28T11:56:00.005-05:00

This morning I woke with a word in my mouth. I love words, take them to heart, adopt them, work with them–but this one woke me from a sound sleep. It lay there on my tongue as I tried to decide whether to spit it out, swallow it, or digest it. I was still half asleep when the word spread its invasive tentacles through my mind. I could think of nothing else.

Slide. That’s the word, a simple five letter one that comes with a hiss, fills your mouth, and ends like the closing of a door. What does it mean? Is it the gradual downward trend of company profits, the sudden out-of-control slipping of an auto on an icy street, or the rush of a runner on the ground speeding into second base?

Some people slide through life on an even keel at a steady pace with little effort, excitement, or tension. They take what they get and are happy to be where they are. Others don’t slide at all. They seize control, have goals and refuse to let anything change their courses or thwart their plans. Sadly, these power-driven controllers may miss the joy of unexpected blessings passed up or ignored along the way.

Then there are others like me who have goals and look to the future, but are firmly anchored in the present. I'm thankful for every day as a time to enjoy being alive in the beautiful world we live in. I appreciate my ever-active, creative mind that makes me curious and eager to know everybody and everything. I love my writing time when I’m alone with thoughts pouring out, but I also crave the company of others and want to share their lives.

Most of all, I want to be what I was made to be and to accomplish all I am meant to do. At times I feel I’m sliding along, not moving fast enough toward completion, like the pineapple pie that my family loves. I make that pie from ingredients waiting in the kitchen or on a pantry shelf. When the pie’s ready, I slide it into the oven. After what seems a long time, its mouth-watering aroma tells me it’s done. The filling is slightly tinged with brown, just solid enough not to jiggle, and surrounded with a lovely brown crust. A pie sure to please my family as much as it does me.

My life seems to be at the sloshy stage of the pie when the ingredients are all in place but they just haven’t jelled yet. My goal is to reach the point of doneness where I am all my maker planned for me to be.

Follow the Leader

2009-09-22T15:30:00.010-05:00

Sunday, Frank and I spent a while in the twilight zone, driving up and down one of the busiest roads in Mississippi looking for the turn-off that led to my cousin Erie’s house. You’d think that in a city next door to Memphis you’d see street signs pointing the way to anywhere you wanted to go. There were posts, white concrete posts standing guard at corners, pure white sentinels unblemished by the slightest hint of black or any other color. Could the street names have been washed away by the torrential rains we’ve had for days? To make matters worse, a few naked metal posts meant to bear a street name at the top had lost their identities.

After turning down every road on the south side several times and finding no trace of the house we knew had to be there, Frank finally pulled out his trusty cell phone and announced to our daughter, “We’re lost.” That was a historic first. We’d driven all over the country and he’d never before admitted we were lost. And we were practically in our own backyard. I’d been kicking myself in the head for not bringing Erie’s phone number, and Frank was bemoaning the fact that he didn’t have his maps in the car. I wonder when we’ll get a GPS so we won’t have to worry about getting lost.

When we finally reached our destination, we were hustled to the table where we enjoyed a delicious meal and a delightful conversation about wasp stings and other fascinating topics. Erie’s hand was swollen to twice its size due to an encounter with a yellow jacket.

Meanwhile through the window, a fowl sight met our eyes. Perched on the porch railing, the pickup truck, and the mailbox were a boldly colored rooster and his harem of ladies all attired in various styles and colors of chicken fashion. Chosen for their variety and unique appearance, the chickens were all young, hatched in April. They had joined the family for two reasons, to adorn the landscape and to provide eggs for the family.

After lunch, we toured the backyard, admiring the latest in chicken housing and amenities. Darrell, the Golden Crested Polish rooster, resplendent in his red, black, dark blue plumage gleaming with a touch of gold and a mop a rock star would admire adorning his head, presented his harem for review.

First came the plump, brownish Ameraucanas with their eyes peering over muffs and beards around their faces. Then the Buttercups with their golden necks held high strutted by. A little Japanese Phoenix, her striking silver head and neck feathers contrasting with a black body and tail, seemed to be a loner as did the pretty little Rhode Island Red pecking at the ground here and there to find the perfect tidbit. Cochin puffballs covered with feathers, even their legs, were as sweet and docile as they looked. The most noticeable of the flock and the most active were the White Leghorns with their dazzling white feathers, slim necks and bare yellow legs.

The flock certainly was an entertaining sight. All those of various breeds and temperaments were living together in harmony, guarded and protected by Darrell the magnificent. When he called, the hens came running whether it was to escape a hawk or to feast on a treat of cracked corn. His ladies trust Darrell, rely on his protection, and follow his commands.

If only people, as different as Darrell’s hens are, would trust and look to their Leader and Protector for guidance, perhaps we too could live in harmony as those chickens do and not worry about getting lost.

The photo at the top is Erie with Darrell

Sneak Attack

2009-09-07T17:56:00.003-05:00

Yesterday, I did it again, walked outside on a lovely summer afternoon, unprotected. I didn’t forget my sunscreen, and it wasn’t a guy in a black mask who attacked me or a couple of pit bulls. I was assaulted by villains made bold in their invisibility.

I had strolled into my own backyard to check on a newly planted fig tree. I stopped to admire my latest horticultural interest, a group of sedums in my grandmother’s antique urns. Then I continued on around the garden, pulling a weed or two and dreaming of changing the once sunny garden into a shady one, a necessary project caused by tremendous growth of neighbors’ trees surrounding my little green space and blocking the sun.

A stabbing pain hit my ankle, and I hurried inside, knowing I had been discovered and was considered fair game. Before I could collapse into my recliner, I realized I’d been ravished by unseen carnivorous creatures lurking in secret, primed to attack any warm-blooded being in the vicinity.

I thought I’d escaped with a single bite, but before I could douse it with alcohol, a burning sting erupted up and down both arms around my ankles and my feet. I’d stupidly worn flip-flops and a short sleeve shirt. It was all my fault. I broke my number one personal rule. Never go outside in the summer without spraying or rubbing on insect repellent. Not for a second.

As I sat there watching welts the size of nickels pop up on my arms, I scratched like crazy and wondered why life is so unfair. Some people, my husband Frank for example, are not bothered by mosquitoes. Then I thought how fortunate I am to live now with DEET repellents available and mosquito controls in effect. Not that they always work, and who wants to constantly contaminate our air and water with chemicals to kill mosquitoes?

In the 1800s Memphis was nearly wiped out by Yellow Fever spread by mosquitoes. So few people were left that they had to give up the city charter. Recently we had a scare of West Nile Virus carried by mosquitoes. The vile creatures can carry any number of diseases, but I have to think the ones who bit me are innocent, just hungry.

News flash! Frank just informed me that my bites probably didn’t come from mosquitoes, but from no-see-ums, the tiny, almost invisible flies that set a person or an animal on fire with their bites. I guess I’m luckier than many. My itchy bumps were completely gone in about thirty minutes. Whew! What a relief!

Oh, well, I guess mosquitoes have to eat, and no-see-ums too.

Wow, Anzac Biscuits!

2009-08-31T19:46:00.005-05:00

Yesterday, People of the Book by Pulitzer prize winning Geraldine Brooks was my book club’s book of the month. In the novel, an Australian rare book restorer becomes fascinated with the Sarajevo Haggadah as she begins working with it. Crumbs of evidence in it lead her to trace the book’s history back from its rescue in war-torn Sarajevo to its beginning in 1480 Seville.

Everybody in the book club found something in the book that spoke especially to her. One liked the dramatic stories of the people who created the Haggadah and risked their lives to keep it safe. Another liked the way the author wove the restorer’s emotion-filled personal life into tracing the book’s history. Someone else was impressed with the knowledge she gained from reading People of the Book, experiencing events and the feel of times in the story while unconsciously absorbing such information as the origin of the word vermillion. I was taken by the voice of Brooks and the way she wove the story into an easy, fun-to-read adventure novel. We all agreed the book was a great selection for our group.

I was the hostess and had decided to serve Australian and Mediterranean snacks, such as grapes, hummus with olives and rosemary, and stuffed dates. Since I didn’t know anything about Aussie food, I went to the Net and found that next to beer the most popular diet item was something called Anzac biscuits. The recipe looked easy so I whipped up a batch that turned out to be a kind of coconut oatmeal cookie. The book club ladies raved about the Anzac biscuits and begged for the recipe. So I obliged, and it’s below for you adventurous bakers.

Ever curious, I later did some research and learned that the biscuits are also called “soldiers’ biscuits” and go back to the Gallipoli Campaign of World War I. The name, Anzac, stands for the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. The biscuits were adapted from an old Scottish recipe by mothers, wives and sweethearts in Australia who were afraid that their loved soldiers were not getting nutritious food to eat. The biscuits had to be edible after two months travel time to the battlefields, and they were. Anzac biscuits are still used by backpackers and campers for this reason. The rest of us just love the taste of them.

Anzac Biscuits

1 stick of butter
1 overflowing tbsp. molasses
3/4 cu. sugar
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tbsp. boiling water
3/4 cu. flaked coconut
1 cu. quick oats
3/4 cu. flour

Dissolve baking soda in boiling water. In a saucepan melt butter, molasses, and sugar, mixing together. Stir in soda and water. Remove from heat. Add coconut, oats, and flour. Mix well. Drop by large teaspoons onto a greased baking sheet. Bake in 350 degree oven for about 6-8 minutes, until slightly brown around the edges.

The Dawn Will Come

2009-08-22T14:49:00.006-05:00

What a shock! Two days ago, when I went to my website at www.graceehowell.com, it was gone. In its place was a black and white amateurish mish-mash. I could not believe it! My precious website had vanished, lost in the darkness of cyberspace.

Here's what happened. When True Friends was published in 2005, my publisher wanted me to have a website, and they set one up for me. Less than a year later, at my request, they handed the website at Netfirms over to me. My grandson Dave became my webmaster, and I paid Netfirms for hosting. I asked the publisher about paying for the domain, and was told not to worry about it that I'd receive a notice before payment was due. I never received a notice.

Only after someone else was using my domain, did I learn from Netfirms that they did not provide the domain. That's when I heard about Godaddy and Sunil Nandal, who now holds my domain. I don't know who was paying Godaddy for the domain these last four years, and I guess now it doesn't really matter.

The hard lesson I've learned is: Be sure you know who holds your domain, when payment is due, and who will pay. Now I have a new domain that I registered and will continue to pay for.

My old website is actually safe at Netfirms, but it is too hard for me to handle without a lot of help. So for my new domain, I'm planning a totally new website, one I can manage on my own and change without help. Now I'm cramming like a college student before exams trying to learn enough to create a website. Hopefully, before the next century, I'll learn enough to put a simple website on line. Until then I'll see you here at my blog.

A Visit with Eudora Welty

2009-08-20T14:59:00.008-05:00

Books on the piano, books on chairs and sofas, books on the dining room table, every shelf overflowing with books. A myriad of them greets visitors to the home of Eudora Welty, the Pulitzer prize winner who came home to write. Her house and garden were her sanctuary, her refuge where she always returned after a bustling trip to meet people, accept awards, or charm another audience.

Yesterday I returned to Eudora Welty’s Tudor style home on a shaded street of vintage houses in Jackson, Mississippi. When I was there five years ago with Kathy James and Rebecca Godwin, plans were underway to open the house to the public, but the yard and the garden were all we could enter.

Since then the house next door has been purchased and turned into the Eudora Welty welcome and visitors’ center with an introductory film and displays of her many awards, keepsakes, correspondence with friends, and lots of pictures. Both Lorna Schmidt and I could have spent ages taking in everything in the visitors’ center, but we were politely informed that it was time for our tour of the house. We had to go back later to see all the fascinating material in the center.

Two well-informed and very enthusiastic docents led us through Eudora’s house, exactly as she left it with all her books, furniture, art, and papers intact. Her plain white walls and tall windows with shades and filmy curtains, her collection of paintings and mementoes from family and friends, her kitchen with not a modern convenience in sight told us that she was a woman who cherished simple things like a note from a friend.

On the dining room table were several typewritten pages edited in her handwriting with strikeouts and arrows, words written in. It was easy to see that she was a writer like the rest of us, changing a first draft again and again. A sample of her writing, with paragraphs cut apart, rearranged, and stapled together to improve the flow, was there to see. I remembered when I used the same old, cut-and-paste method before I became a strict computer writer.

When we visited the garden behind the house, I found that the far back had been cleared of brush and bamboo, and a replica of the playhouse Eudora’s brother built had been placed there where she enjoyed so many quiet times among the plants she tended and included in her stories.

The one thing I missed from my previous visit was a row of bright orange-red flowers beside the garden house. When I asked about them, I was told they’d been dug to separate and replant. Then, gardener that I am, I was delighted to receive a bag of montbretia corms from the garden of Eudora Welty to plant in my own garden.

Place of the Muses

2009-08-09T19:56:00.002-05:00

I walked today at Gaisman for the first time in years, and memories of slender saplings, too young for shade, came pouring back. The little trees that saw my young cherubs run from slides to swings, where they squealed with delight as I pushed, now spread their leafy arms high overhead.

Dusty softball fields that heard the crack of the bat sending the ball into the outfield and the pop of another strike in the catcher’s mitt are covered with grass. The old bleachers where I sat cheering every strike that Joyce pitched are now grayed and crumbling. But Gaisman is still very much alive with walkers and runners scattered along the track like cars on a Sunday afternoon and families gathered at the new red and yellow jungle gym with its cushioned floor, no longer a place of skinned knees and elbows.

The sun was warm and a breeze lifted my damp hair as I rounded the old brick pavilion. I remembered True Friends (2005) and how the characters came to me while I walked there. That was where I knew Annie Lou Davis had a story to tell. I’ll never forget the day I swiped away a flood of tears, tears for a death that changed Annie’s life.

Another day under the trees at Gaisman, I met King and his owner. My work in progress, Stuck Together, had a pair of huskies in a major role, and I’d never met a Siberian husky. After getting to know King from his blue eyes to his tail curled over his back, I was pleased to see a real husky was exactly as I had written Taka and Yukon, even his behavior, according the man at the other end of his leash.

Today, following doctor’s orders to walk more each day while my back heals from surgery, I rediscovered the jewel in my neighborhood, Gaisman Park. Walking there is not only good for the body but the soul and mind as well. It opens the doors of my psyche, refreshes me and allows me to listen to the characters in my head and give them a story.

John Calipari goes, Josh Pastner comes

2009-04-07T13:55:00.006-05:00

He abandoned her for one who moved with a more prestigious crowd, and Memphis mourned for John Calipari. She had pledged herself and remained devoted to him. She followed him and depended on him. Every word he said she took to heart. He was her one and only. Then, after he escorted her to the grand ball in March, after he defended her from those who ridiculed her circle of friends, Cal left.

Stunned at his desertion, Memphis sighed and cried. She ranted, raved, and accused him of infidelity. How could he do such a thing after nine years of success and happiness together? How could he leave without an explanation? It seems Kentucky was his first love, and he was flattered that she finally looked his way. Memphis held her head high. “I hope you’ll be very happy, Cal,” she said through her tears.

Determined not to sit and mope, Memphis polished her image and looked around for another shining star. Rejection after rejection ate away at her self esteem until her resilience was crushed. Nobody wanted her; everyone thought she was a has been or a never was. A shot of Calipari confidence was all she needed, but Cal had given that to Kentucky.

Wait, a glimmer of interest sparkled on the bench. Could it be? A replacement for the mercurial John Calipari so close at hand? The eager young face of Josh Pastner, obscured by Cal’s shadow, intrigued Memphis. A flirtation began. Josh was intelligent, likable, competent. Yes, he wanted Memphis, and she wanted him. Brushing aside her tears and hoping for a bright future with Josh Pastner, Memphis was bouncing back. She wondered what it will be like to waltz into next year’s ball, a confident winner, escorted by Josh Pastner.

New and Improved

2009-03-23T10:32:00.003-05:00

In the last post, I talked about rousing this blog and bringing it new life. Since then I’ve been rousing myself, to create a new me. Not that there was anything drastically wrong with the old me, but I think it’s time for a new and improved model, sleeker, up-to-date, more effective.

All my life I’ve rushed from one thing to another with never a minute to catch my breath. So much to do and not enough time. That was my motto. I’ve finally realized that I don’t have to do everything. I can actually choose what to do and, more important, what not to do.

“Lucky, lucky, lucky me. I’m a lucky son of a gun. I work eight hours, and I sleep eight hours, and I have eight hours for fun.” Those words from an old song may tell how life’s supposed to be. But I seemed to be working all the time except the six, or at a stretch, seven hours I slept, a restless sleep that left me weary in the morning. If I stopped even a minute during the day, my eyes would go to half mast and my brain would follow. Then I’d race around trying to make up for lost time. Sleep deprived, that’s what they call it.

With the new me, I now let my engine stop racing and do a little body work before I pull into the garage at night. I force myself away from the computer at least an hour before my sleep start-time. I think it’s working. My motor is not quite so sluggish in the mornings and I don’t get stalled during the day. Plus I’m actually getting more done.

In this self-directed decluttering of my life, I’m dividing everything into three piles, keep, give away, and throw away. Believe me this is harder than bringing order to a messy house. So far in the keep pile, I have my family, my writing, my gardening, and my church, not exactly in that order. Among the giveaways is my doing everything that somebody else doesn’t do. The throw-aways include living up to expectations of other people and being a perfectionist, both extremely hard to give up.

As I look back at the keeps, I see that I need to prune away my useless, time-consuming, mind cluttering practices and adopt more a more productive modus operandi with my family, my writing, my garden, and my church. Not to neglect any of these, but to bring my best work in each area to a higher level, making me happier and my life more enjoyable. Gardeners know that a little judicious pruning now and then allows much healthier, more fruitful growth.

Stay with me and see what happens.

Fulfilling a Dream

2009-03-03T19:43:00.000-06:00

Scenes from HEIST AT HEAVENLY HOST

February 28, 2009

You may be wondering why this blog seems to have died a natural death from pure neglect. I really don’t know, but it’s not because I have nothing to say. Today I am rousing Gracee’s Blog and giving it new life.

For the past four months I’ve been resurrecting a childhood dream, writing and directing a play. As a teacher, I’ve written many plays for children, but HEIST AT HEAVENLY HOST is my first attempt at drama for adults. I said drama, but it takes a real stretch of the imagination to call this two-act comedy with a bit of mystery a drama. Someone called my masterpiece a bit of fluff.

Writing HEIST was the easiest part of the process once I succumbed to a barrage of requests for a play to entertain generous donors while raising funds for The Memphis Church Health Center and Memphis Interdenominational Faith Association food bank.

With help from Marcia, one of the instigators of the play, I found a cast full of eager, energetic actors all ready to put their reputations on the line with mine and Marcia’s. At the first reading, we chose actors perfectly suited for each role. The chief criteria? Voice volume–the louder the voice the better the role. As a result, the audiences heard every word with no speech augmentation, which was good because we had none.

Previously, I had only worked with children so I was pleased to find that my cast of talented actors was exactly like a fifth grade class. At the first practice, I recognized our class clown and several quick learners as eager to please the director as second graders are to please their teacher. Some had done their homework and taken a glance at the script. One lady's main interest was conversation with her friends, and a young man marched to his own drummer. There were some who couldn’t remember a thing from one practice to the next. They were all perfect for the play.

The biggest problem was getting the twenty-one of them on a stage slightly bigger than a postage stamp. The dumb playwright, yours truly, should have known better than to have the whole cast in a single scene. A member of the troupe, not only a fine actor but a real handyman, came to the rescue and constructed an extension as big as the original stage. Then he risked life and limb, rigging up enough light to illumine the stage.

Everything finally came together at dress rehearsal the day of the first performance. The stage was perfect, the props were assembled, and the actors spouted their lines and acted up a storm. Literally. By the time dress rehearsal was over, snow was pouring down.

You have to know an inch of snow in Memphis brings the whole city and everything in it to a screeching halt. Snow kept coming until we had more than six inches all over the city. Who could have guessed our great performance would be cancelled by a blizzard?

In Memphis, snow often goes as fast as it comes, and the next day the roads were clear in time for our matinee and a second performance that evening. We reached our goals. The audiences were amused, laughing almost as hard as the cast, and ticket sales brought in enough for a sizeable donation to our chosen charities. HEIST AT HEAVENLY HOST was a success!

Thanks for the memories, CTK Players!

Grace

2008-04-01T15:00:00.000-05:00

FOR SALE AT AUCTION

It’s me Grace E. Howell on the auction block for sale to the highest bidder! Yes, it’s true. And I have to confess that being on sale is stressful. What if nobody wants me? And nobody bids on me? Maybe I shouldn’t worry. Who wouldn’t want an 1918 style lunch with five friends and author Grace E. Howell? Plus everybody gets a treasure box full of what? Treasures, of course.

In the words of the Cowardly Lion–I do believe, I do believe, I do believe. Somebody out there is bound to be dying to have lunch with me and learn all my writing secrets. Now if I just had some secrets. Oh, well, I’ll think of some.

Meanwhile, I’ll just sit back and dream about that luscious lunch that CTK teacher, Mrs. Lorna Schmidt, is preparing and the treasures we are collecting for our lunch guests.

Take a look at the Auction Site online. It’s for a good cause–to support CTK School and help provide a superior education for K-8 students. Go to ctkschool.com, click on the auction link, and at the left, click on CTK Only. Then scroll down to see the TRUE FRIENDS book cover. Click there to see details about the sale of Grace E. Howell, well not actually the author but lunch with her.

If you can’t stand the thought of lunch with me, maybe you’ll find another item like a year’s supply of bathroom and facial tissue or a 26" LCD 728p HiDef Philips Television to bid on. However, I don’t think that tissue or TV will be nearly as hurt if nobody bids on them as I will if I go bidless.

My fingers and toes are crossed until I’ve been sold.

Jury Duty - What a Trip!

2008-03-09T15:55:00.000-05:00

Rushing all the way, fighting the downtown traffic, finding a parking place, hurrying down the ramps, jaywalking across the street. Racing into the Federal Building and passing through security to check in at 8:28 a.m. Zipping up to the eleventh floor to join a short line of prospective jurors that stretched out the door of the Jury Assembly Room, a line that grew much longer behind me on down the hall. Check in time was 8:30. What a way to start federal jury duty!

The Jury Assembly Room was more than filled (not enough chairs) with enthusiastic and not so enthusiastic good citizens called to do their civic duty. Each one wore a JUROR label. A friendly woman welcomed us with a big smile and information about federal jury duty. After we watched a video explaining the responsibilities of a juror, we were divided into three groups and assigned to a judge and his courtroom. If we were not selected for a jury that day we could go home with our obligation to the federal court finished. If we were selected, we would be on a jury until the trial was over.

Then came a break to take care of personal needs. I attached myself to an endless line and had almost reached the restroom door, when a person in uniform announced that Judge McCalla was asking for his jurors. I was getting desperate, but I didn’t want to rile the judge. Along with others on Judge McCalla’s list, I was herded into an elevator. On the ninth floor, I weaved my way through the herd of jurors and found a line of women disappearing into an open door. By the time my personal needs were met, I was the only one in the restroom. Not to worry, my own uniformed shepherd was waiting in the now empty hall to escort me into the courtroom and assign me a seat in the middle of a long bench at the very back of the room.

It was dead silent in the courtroom as the judge told us all about being on a federal jury and how to be a good juror. Then fourteen lucky people were called to take the cushy jury seats near the judge. The rest of us had a little more breathing space on the benches. Judge McCalla told us we had to listen carefully to questions he asked the prospective jurors so that we would not repeat their answers if we were called to take a seat with them.

This was not turning out to be the nice relaxing away from work kind of day I was hoping for. Sitting in the back, I had to strain to hear and sit up as tall and straight as I could to see what was happening in the front. That bench was hard, no cushions there.

I had a chance to look around while the judge questioned each juror individually. A tall, blond woman wearing a red suit turned out to be the U.S. Attorney. A big, rugged-looking man with a beautiful, salt and pepper ponytail twice as long as the attorney’s was a law-enforcement witness. The defendant, an innocent (until proven guilty) African American man in a neat shirt and trousers sat with the defense lawyer, a dark-haired man in a black suit.

The judge asked the jurors question after question. Then the attorneys had their chance. After all the questions and answers, the judge and the attorneys met near the judge’s chair and I believe they activated some kind of swooshing noise so we couldn’t hear what they said. As a result of their confab, six of the jurors were dismissed. They got to go home.
Six more people from the benches were seated. And the process was repeated several times.

Through all of this, the bench sitters sat like statues, still and silent. I was getting fidgety and very hungry. A person on the bench in front of me managed to open some kind of snack without a sound, and she kept sneaking bits of it like a kid eating in class.

Finally we broke for lunch and I walked down the mall with two other bench sitters to a new Leonard’s Barbecue. If you’ve ever been to Memphis, you know we love our barbecue. That was the best part of the day–sitting there stuffing in barbecue and getting acquainted with people from other counties in West Tennessee(there for federal court) while catching the mall sights through a big window.

Then we were back in court for more of the same. Finally the judge and both attorneys were satisfied with the people sitting in the jury box. The rest of the bench sitters were dismissed. Our jury duty was over. I had been hoping to get on a jury, but after that exhausting day, I was relieved to get out of there while I could still move.

It was good to be a part of a justice system in which a person is guaranteed a fair, impartial trial by peers and a judge who interprets the law and makes sure the trial stays on track. I was impressed with Judge McCalla and the way he handled the jury selection. The solemnity of the court and the questions asked by the judge and the attorneys made sure the defendant would get a fair trial.

The sky had turned dark, and by the time I got to the parking garage a sprinkle had turned into a downpour. I drove all the way home in a gully-washing thunderstorm.

What a trip!

If you’ve been on jury duty, let me know what it was like for you.

A New Beginning

2008-03-02T19:09:00.000-06:00

"Good morning, Ms. Howell."
"I loved your book!"
"Thank you for coming to our class."

What a wonderful way to start a beautiful Sunday morning! At church today, fifth and sixth graders greeted me at the door. They had read True Friends. What a lift for me! With that and today's sunny, spring-like weather I'm ready for a new beginning.

Since last October, I've been tied up with so many things, including the last nine months of 2007 whenI battled with what I and my doctors thought was some kind of contagious crud. Then the consenses in December was that my old nemesis, allergy to almost everything, had me in its grip. Now that I'm shooting myself in the leg every Monday morning, I can breathe again and even think. Woo hoo!

I'm ready to go full steam ahead, but everything is now on hold. Why? I have federal jury duty for the month of March and will report to the Federal Building tomorrow morning at 8:30. I'm not complaining. I've always wanted to be on a jury but never been called before. I plan to chalk jury duty up as a real learning experience. Who knows when I may have a character in court? So I plan to be the alert, bright-eyed juror in the second row, taking all in and doing my civic duty at the same time.

I'll let you know how it turns out.

2007-10-11T10:58:00.000-05:00

It's a beautiful, cool 60 degree, sunshiny morning after so many days in the 80s and 90s. Makes me want to get out in the garden. Best of all I'm singing praises all over the place that I've finally recovered from the perpetual crud. I think it's really gone. Hallelujah!
We have with us today another talented author, Heather S. Ingemar. Heather is the author of A Slip of Wormwood and other stories.

Interview with Heather S. Ingemar

GRACE: Heather, I'm so glad to have you here. We seem to have a lot in common, both of us being librarians with a love of music and writing. I'd like to know more about you. Could you tell us a little about yourself?

HEATHER: I'm a rancher's wife, a librarian, and a writer. I have a Bachelor of Arts degree in English with a minor in Music, and I love my job(s). Life couldn't be better. I have a website, http://catharsys.wordpress.com. It's also my personal blog. Be prepared for some goofy stuff there. I post frequent news updates concerning my writing, release dates, and such. Feel free to swing on by; I love company!

GRACE: Now for a tiny peek inside you. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

HEATHER: Wow. Um, if I were still a kid, I'd say a horse because of their beauty, strength, and speed. Now, however I think I'd say a cow. They're really quite intelligent creatures, laid-back and gentle. How many cows have you seen die from a stress-caused heartattack? It'd be great to live a lifestyle like that. Eat grass, lie in the sun, sleep, hang out with your buds. No worries about bills or healthcare or any of the things we adult humans have to worry about. Not to mention, cows are really strong. If they don't want to be held up, they're not. That sort of freedom, free-thinking, is really cool.

GRACE: I'd never thought of it before, but I have to say cows live the kind of life I would like. It's easy to see you have the creative thinking of a writer. When did you begin writing, and what prompted you to write?

HEATHER: Oh, I've always been a storyteller, but didn't start writing seriously until I was in college. My early attempts at it—elementary school, junior high, and high school—frustrated me beyond belief; what ended up on the page was NOT what I had in mind. I had to learn the skills first before I could be satisfied with what I created. Beyond that, it's the drive to tell stories. I love reading, love making up things. I love being creative, being able to draw pictures with words. That's really where it's at.

GRACE: Yes, it is. Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?

HEATHER: Oh, there are too many to count. Too many.

GRACE: What is the hardest thing for you personally about being a writer?

HEATHER: The hardest thing? Maintaining my sanity. (laughs) No, really, it's finding that place, that mental state of mind where I CAN write, where I can focus on the characters or plot or setting. It takes time, and unfortunately, life does not wait. All too often I have interruptions that can't be put on the back burner, and that's tough. However, and I think a lot of writers will agree with me, we have to adapt. Be creative with our time. Thankfully, that's fun, and it eases down the frustration that can so easily overwhelm us.

GRACE: Tell us about your writing–published and in progress.

HEATHER: Well, I've got a short story out now with Echelon Press, "Darkness Cornered" about sacrifices, love, vampires, and crimes in the name of science. I also have another short, "A Slip of Wormwood," about sibling rivalries gone too far, and a fantasy novella, "Prophet's Choice," about destiny and choices in wartime; both of these will be coming soon also from Echelon Press. About my works-in-progress, I won't give you any details just yet, but I have recently finished a short novel, "Of Shadows," that is currently being prepared for submission, and I'm working on its sequel.

GRACE: Thank you, Heather, for being here with us today and telling us about you and your work.

Heather S. Ingemar's stories, published by Echelon Press, are all available from Fictionwise as e-books.

2007-10-08T14:14:00.000-05:00

Today, we are very fortunate to have with us a writer who can transport us to a different time and a different place with the greatest of ease. We welcome Mary Cunningham, author of a very successful children's fantasy fiction series in which two best friends forever travel through time and space.

Interview with Mary Cunningham

GRACE: Good afternoon, Mary. I'm glad to have you here. Would you tell us a little about yourself?

MARY: I live in the beautiful mountains of West Georgia with my husband and sweet, adopted doggie, Molly. My hobbies are golf, water aerobics, and exploring the West Georgia mountains. I write a children's fantasy/fiction series, "Cynthia's Attic." The first two books, "The Missing Locket" and "The Magic Medallion" are published by Echelon Press. "Curse of the Bayou," book three, will be published by Quake (Echelon imprint) and should be available in December 2007.

GRACE: To write your fantasy/fiction, you must have a very creative mind. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

MARY: I'd be my dog. Her food and water bowls are always filled. She gets regular (free) pedicures. No one scolds her about her weight. She gets to take regular naps on her Snoozy. She does not, however, get to eat chocolate! Forget that...If I can't eat chocolate, I'd rather be a bird. It would be so cool to fly.

GRACE: Yes, I think so too. But your books involve time travel, and that may be even better than flying. Can you tell us when you started writing, and what prompted you to write?

MARY: From age 0 to7 I didn't write. Can't remember NOT writing after that. I mostly wrote poems and memoirs before beginning my young reader fantasy series. My inspiration to write was my dad, a Louisville Courier Journal reporter for 40 years. He was directly responsible for my love of writing, creativity, and fantasy. When I was a child, a night didn't pass that Dad wasn't either reading to me from a favorite storybook, or making up a story of his own.

GRACE: Your dad gave you the early reading experience that teachers wish all students had, one that develops the love of reading and writing. Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?

MARY: Harper Lee. Imagine writing one book—To Kill a Mockingbird. It's such a beautiful study of humanity told in such a meaningful way. I try to read it at least once a year. My granddaughter has to read from the Accelerated Reader list, and the only book, last year, that really stood out to her was To Kill a Mockingbird.

GRACE: To Kill a Mockingbird is also a favorite of mine. Can you imagine how thrilled I was when a university librarian said my character, Annie in True Friends, reminded him of Scout? I wish. You have a successful series going. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?

MARY: Having to concentrate on marketing instead of writing. It's a known fact that the real work begins after you're published. I miss the freedom to be able to "just write" instead of being obligated to answer and send out e-mails, set up booksignings, do workshops, send postcards, contact libraries...etc.

GRACE: I can understand that. The days of being "just a writer" are gone, if they ever existed. Tell us about your writing–published and in progress.

MARY: I write a children's fantasy series, "Cynthia's Attic." The first two books, "The Missing Locket" and "The Magic Medallion" are published by Echelon Press. "Curse of the Bayou," book three, will be published by Quake (Echelon imprint) and should be available in December 2007. I'm really excited about book three. It's loosely based on the disappearance of my great-great-grandfather. He was taking a flatboat full of "produce" down the Mississippi. (The family thought for years he was transporting produce, when actually, he was taking his homemade bourbon to New Orleans to sell! That won't be in the book!) Anyway, Cynthia and Gus time-travel to Louisiana to find out what happened to him. I'm also working on an adult time-travel story that, at this moment, is titled, For the Life of Claire.

GRACE: Thank you, Mary. I've really enjoyed chatting with you. Readers, if you would like to learn more about Mary and her books, you may visit her website, www.marycunninghambooks.com, or her blog, www.cynthiasattic.blogspot.com. Mary's books are available at Amazon.com, Fictionwise, Follett, bookstores, and Quake (Echelon Press).

2007-10-08T12:05:00.000-05:00

Oh, boy! Am I glad to be back! That nasty crud I’ve been fighting for weeks nearly did me in, but I have new meds now that really seem to be working. At least I’m thinking again, sort of. I know everybody is wondering who our next guest on the virtual author tour is. Today we have with us Anne Carter. Anne’s newest book is Point Surrender, a paranormal mystery romance, published by Echelon Press LLC.

Interview with Anne Carter

GRACE: Welcome, Anne! Let’s begin with you telling us about yourself.

ANNE: I like to say I am the poster girl for the overbooked, overburdened and
overwhelmed. I've been writing for a long time, just now getting serious about
it. Serious in the way of wanting to perpetuate my career by actually selling
a large number of books! I'm a wife, a mother, a business owner, a
photographer, an artist, a bookkeeper. I'm a computer addict, love chocolate,
Mexican food, big epic movies and classic rock, swing and big band music. I
was born in the midwest, but have lived in California most of my life. I write
contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romantic mystery and
(under another name) middle grade readers. I am also a columnist for a chamber
of commerce business journal.

GRACE: When do you have time to breathe? I was going to ask you what animal would you like to be if you could be an animal. Okay, I will ask, but you’d better not say a bee.

ANNE: I always thought it would be great to be a bird. To fly, alone, with
confidence—wow! To just sit down wherever you see fit and rest. Gotta watch
out for those cats, though.

GRACE: When did you actually begin writing, and what prompted you to write?

ANNE: In middle school, I took a class in creative writing. My teacher was so upbeat
and encouraging. I was so proud of the stories I wrote in that class that I
just started writing them on my own. I fantasized about meeting movie and TV
stars. Those fantasies became my first stories and then, novels.

GRACE: Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?

ANNE: To be true to my genre, I must say Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb. To me (and I must
not be alone) her writing is always entertaining and fresh. I love her style,
am in awe of her ideas, and generally think she's a nice person. To be envied,
indeed--but nice.

GRACE: What do you find is the hardest thing about being a writer?

ANNE: Being a writer in itself is not hard for me. Got pen, paper--go. But promoting
one's books has got to be the albatross around most authors' necks. We are
certainly not natural-born salespeople. When you become published, there is a
short, sweet honeymoon where you actually feel like you've made it. Then
reality--and the real work--sets in. It's humbling.

GRACE: Tell us about your writing–published and in progress.

ANNE: Let's see. StarCrossed Hearts and A Hero's Promise are two parts of a three
part trilogy about Hollywood celebrities, love triangles, exotic travel,
murder, children, heartbreak...they read sort of like daytime drama. The third
and final installment, The Gypsy in Me, is in progress (actually quite dusty,
but still in progress).
Point Surrender is my latest release and my first paranormal romance. The
mystery surrounds a fictional California lighthouse and those who once lived,
loved and died there, and the present day owners who stumble across their
story. The best part about writing this book was the time I spent staying in a
real lighthouse.
Following this book will be Cape Seduction, another in the same genre,
about a 60 year old murder involving an offshore lighthouse, a missing starlet
and a modern day photographer. This one's a real grabber.

GRACE: They all sound like books a romance lover would like to curl up with in a mysterious lighthouse–if it’s not too spooky. You’re a lucky duck, getting to stay in a real lighthouse. You really got the feel of it, and I’ll bet the lighthouse atmosphere helped your story come to life.

ANNE: Oh, yes. Thanks, Grace, for the thoughtful questions.

GRACE: Thank you, Anne, for sharing your writing story with us. We’ll be looking for great things from you.

Learn more about Anne Carter at http://www.beaconstreetbooks.com/!

2007-09-04T14:53:00.000-05:00

September 4, 2007. Boy, have I been under the weather! The dreaded bronchitis and sinus infection began assaulting me last week as I was touring Grant's Farm and marveling at the sight of Clydesdales from rather large babies to massive adults. While I was having my picture taken with Max, the one who kicked the football on a TV commercial, nasty little bacteria were rampaging through my poor body. By the time I got home, my head felt like a bees' nest with all the bees inside, and I could hardly draw a breath. Now after more than a week, I am feeling much better, though that is not saying a lot.
Today we are lucky to have with us a very enthusiastic journalist, collector, and author, Christine Verstraete.

Interview with Christine Verstraete

GRACE: Welcome, Chris! Would you tell us a little about yourself?

CHRIS: I'm a big pet lover—I've had dogs since I was little—and enjoy reading, collecting and writing. I'm a collector of dollhouse miniatures and love writing about other collectors and collections for various magazines. I have also written an e-book on miniatures, In Miniature Style, which includes how to projects, interviews and photos of collections. (See my website http://cverstraete.com/ for details).

GRACE: Your collecting miniatures sounds like an interesting hobby that feeds into your writing. When did you begin writing, and what prompted you to write?

CHRIS: Being a journalist, I'm used to writing mostly nonfiction, but I'm also a big reader and have always had a book in my hand. Once I discovered the online world, I started writing short fiction, which has been a lot of fun! Unfortunately, a lot of online markets have folded, but new ones like the crime ezine, Mouth Full of Bullets, (http://www.mouthfullofbullets.com/) have sprung up for short mystery and crime fiction. Not all stories, of course, can be lengthened, but when I came up with a story combining my favorite elements - miniatures, dogs, and mystery, that turned into my young adult mystery, Searching For a Starry Night, which will be published in the spring by Quake, http://www.quakeme.com/, a division of Echelon Press LLC. I also enjoy horror and like to bring touches of that to my writing, as in my creepy story, The Witch Tree, a download from Echelon Press. Details are on my website, http://cverstraete.com/ or at the publisher's site.

GRACE: Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?

CHRIS: There are a number of writers that I admire. I enjoy Denise Dietz's style, Gay Totl Kinman writes fun books for kids, Stephen King and Dean Koontz of course are big favorites. Plus I enjoy dozens of others.

GRACE: What is the hardest thing for you as a writer?

CHRIS: Just writing. Sometimes it doesn't come out right, sometimes you don't feel like it, but it's work and you do it just the same.

GRACE: Tell us about your writing – published and in progress.

CHRIS: I have just started a fun blog called Candid Canine - http://candidcanine.blogspot.com/ which will include everything from funny, odd dog stories, to unique miniatures, short stories and more. My upcoming mystery, Searching For a Starry Night, centers on my protagonist Sam's hunt for a missing miniature Van Gogh (Starry Night) and involves a mischievous dachshund named Petey who digs up a family curse and always is in trouble. So naturally, the blog will feature miniatures related to dachshunds, the Starry Night painting, and even Van Gogh! Check out the amazing Van Gogh miniature scene I have up there now! I also write for newspapers and enjoy writing online interviews. Some of my interviews can be seen or linked at my website http://cverstraete.com/ or at Mysterical-e, http://www.mystericale.com/.

GRACE: Thank you, Christine. We wish you the best of luck in your writing career. It has been a pleasure having you with us.

2007-08-27T20:34:00.000-05:00

August 27 - I'm back from a wild weekend in St. Louis. Friday Frank and I blew (literally) into town with a busload of other Redbird fans to watch a Cardinal baseball game. As we checked into the hotel, the storm hit--high winds, lightning, thunder. We were thankful to be inside. Later we managed to dodge the rain until we got to Bush Stadium where an enormous clap of thunder petrified everybody and put out the lights. After more than an hour rain delay while we sat in our dry seats, the game started and the Cardinals lost. The storm had chased away some of the hot, humid air and we had a lovely Saturday at Grants Farm communing with nature and marveling at the size of the hoofs on those Clydesdales, even the babies.

Don't think this blog is just about the weather. My book club had a great discussion on The Plot Against America by Phillip Roth. Very thought provoking! It's based on the premise that Charles Lindbergh was elected President in 1940 instead of Franklin Roosevelt. The story is narrated by a seven year old Jewish boy with his adult commentaries added. A very interesting book.

I hope you are all ready for our next interview with an author. Here it is.

Interview with Toni LoTempio

GRACE: Welcome, Toni, and thank you for taking the time to be with us today. Tell us about yourself.

TONI: I began writing at an early age, and reading even earlier. As a child I would rework the endings of stories when they did not suit me. In 1995 I joined the staff of a pulp magazine, SUSABELLA PASSENGERS AND FRIENDS, as a feature reporter, winning their Margaret Sutton Award for Distinguished Reporting in 1998. I've written over 200 articles for this magazine in the space of 10 years. I live in Clifton, New Jersey, with my three "babies," Misty, Trixie, and Phyllis, and, while still employed full-time, am at work on a paranormal suspense, a chick-lit thriller, and a screenplay. You may visit my website at www.freewebs.com/toni1953.

GRACE: We'd like to know a little more about you. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

TONI: A tigress—I want to be "Queen of the Jungle."

GRACE: When did you begin writing and what prompted you to write?

TONI: I was eight years old, and I didn't like the way my comic book stories ended, so I made up my own.

GRACE: Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?

TONI: Stephen King—for his gustiness and sheer creativity. The man single-handedly rescued the horror genre and kept it alive for King wannabees like me. It was a real thrill for my novel to pass his up on Fictionwise in e-sales. My favorite authors are Stephen King, John Saul, Mary Higgins Clark, Rita Mae Brown, Lawrence Block, and Sidney Sheldon. My favorite novel of all time? Gone with the Wind. I can relate to the independent character of Scarlett O'Hara.

GRACE: What is the hardest thing about being a writer?

TONI: Getting rejected and then seeing total crap getting published. You just wonder sometimes what it takes to get a break in this business.

GRACE: Tell us a little about your writing now—published and in progress.

TONI: Bound by Blood and Ebony are out right now from Whiskey Creek Press. In 2009 I have Witch's Pawn coming out from Echelon Press, and I have two other novels I'm shopping to agents. In a few weeks I start work on a romantic suspense.

GRACE: Thank you, Toni, for being with us today. We wish you all the best, and we'll check out your website www.freewebs.com/toni1953 to learn more about you.

2007-08-20T14:03:00.000-05:00

August 20, 2007 - After ten days of 100 degrees or more here in Memphis, we are now having a cool spell. Yesterday it was only 95 and today so far at 2 P.M. it is 93 degrees. People are succumbing to this dreadful heat with 12 deaths in the city and dead trees or ones with drying branches everywhere you look. Never have I appreciated AC more.
As a result of my staying out of the heat, I am finally making headway on the second novel in my Unlikely Alliance series. And yesterday my book club discussed The Plot Against America by Phillip Roth, an extremely thought-provoking novel exploring the premise that Charles Lindbergh was elected President instead of Franklin Roosevelt in 1940. The story narrater is a seven year old Jewish boy with alternating passages from his adult memories. A chilling "what if" novel.

Now for another author interview.

Interview with Kerul Kassel

GRACE: We’re glad to have you here with us, Kerul. Tell us about yourself.

KERUL: I’m an author, speaker, consultant, and coach, as well as community activist, a birder, owner of a home in Florida and an estate in New York’s Catskill Mountains, a wife and am a “mom” to two dogs and two horses. My books are about self-management–specifically procrastination, and how to use it to help you get what you want in life.

GRACE: With all of that going, I’d like you to slow down a bit for a second and give us some insight into the real you. Tell us, if you were an animal, what would you be?

KERUL: I’d be a hybrid I’d have the eyes and wings of an eagle; the unconditional love, sense of fun, adventure, and wagging tail of a dog; the wisdom, muscular strength, and graceful beauty of a horse; the ears and silent stealth of an owl–guess Id be a really funny-looking animal!

GRACE: That would be some animal. When did you begin writing, and what prompted you to write?

KERUL: I started writing for publication just a few years ago. I found so many people (my clients, workshop and teleclass participants) beating themselves up about what they hadn't accomplished in life, and it was weighing them down, draining them of energy, and that was so unnecessary! I wanted to help them let go of that punishing perspective and replace it with a new lively, fun, experimental, forward-thinking one, and I could reach more people by writing a book. You guessed it, I write non-fiction, specifically about procrastination.

GRACE: Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?

KERUL: Too many to name! Authors that inspire me (in various ways) are Lenedra Carroll for her intuitive heft and lyricism, Deepak Chopra for his transcendent yet humorous wisdom, Seth Godin for his consistent and prolific nonconformist perspective, Eckhart Tolle and Don Miguel Ruiz for their simple, compassionate writing.

GRACE: What is the hardest thing about being a writer?

KERUL: Marketing and selling books! Writing is fun and easy compared to that!

GRACE: Tell us about your writing–published and in progress.

KERUL: My first book, Stop Procrastinating Now–Five Radical Procrastination Strategies to Set You Free, was released earlier this year, in March during National Procrastination Week through New Leaf Publishing. It’s available at http://www.amazon.com/. My next book, Productive Procrastination – Make It Work for You, Not Against You will be released this fall through Echelon Press. Whew – 2 books in 1 year! The next book may be stories about Productive Procrastination – sort of like a Chicken Soup for the Productive Procrastinator’s Soul.
I may also release some coaching recordings. I already have a CD audio series called Power Decluttering for Busy People. It’s a 6 CD set of one hour recorded-live teleclasses and comes with an online workbook that takes you through 25 steps to becoming organized – 5 steps each week. The workbook is also available alone, as an e-course. They’re available at http://www.newleafsystems.com/products.php. If you want more personal and business info about me, go to http://www.newleafsystems.com/who.php

GRACE: Whew! Kerul, you are one busy person! I don’t see how you have time to procrastinate at all. Thanks for being with us. We wish you the best of luck with all your endeavors.

2007-08-20T13:47:00.000-05:00

August 15, 2007 It's so hot here in Memphis I can hardly think. Monday night Frank and I went to the Redbird game, and it was 101 degrees in the shade. We were drinking constantly. Mine was my favorite a cup full of ice with water. The cup dripping with sweat, as I was, felt cool on my legs and face, and I was fine till the seventh inning stretch when I stood up and almost passed out. Like most of the other fans there, I toughed it out till the Birds won and we got back to our AC in the car. What a relief! The next day, a migraine kept me inside, away from the 105 degrees outside and away from everything else as well. But today, just as hot, I'm back at the computer after aerobics and a trip to the library, and I have another author interview for you.

Interview with KC Oliver

GRACE: K. C. Oliver, It's great to have you here with us. Tell us about yourself.

KC: My name is KC Oliver and I am the author of the young adult thriller, Pretty Pretty about two best friends who land summer jobs in a haunted hotel in Hawaii. I live in Manitoba, Canada with my husband, my children, a goofy cat named Xena, and an amazing betta named Timbit(yup, I love Tim Hortons!) Manitoba is smack dab in the middle of Canada and has a little of everything; prairies, mountains (small ones), a small desert, even tundra complete with polar bears! It's fantastic.

GRACE: If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

KC: I'd be a gargoyle-like muse like the one on my website (See About Me)…is that an animal? I want to be the little voice that inspires authors to write.

GRACE: When did you begin writing, and what prompted you to write?

KC: I have been writing all my life in one form or another. I have always loved to read, and the way a well-written book can pull you into a world of adventure and make you feel that you are actually a part of it, always amazed and thrilled me. I found that I was filled with ideas and adventures of my own that demanded to be heard. And once I started to write, it was like the flood-gates opened, and I have never looked back.

GRACE: Which writers do you most admire, and why?

KC: I absolutely love Carolyn Keene, R. L. Stine, and J. K. Rowling. Every one of these writers has inspired me to pursue my love of reading and writing.

GRACE: What is the hardest thing about being a writer?

KC: Not having enough time to write; there just never seems to be enough hours in the day.

GRACE: Tell us about your writing—published and in progress.

KC: Early in my writing career, I had some smaller milestones; I had a short story published in a magazine and some poetry published in other publications. When Pretty Pretty was picked up by Echelon Press, I was thrilled beyond words, and the publication of the book set me on the path to something new; marketing and promotion. This was a real eye-opener because the work doesn't end with the writing and publishing of a book; that is but one part of it.

Pretty Pretty is the first book in a series of "Pretty" books. Sleep, My Pretty, is the second in the series, and in this novel, the characters find themselves in the sights of a serial killer. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time has never boon so deadly. I hope to see the second book out in 2008.

GRACE: It has been a great pleasure having another writer for young people here with us. The two of us seem to have a great deal in common. Both of our first books were published by Echelon Press in 2005, we both began writing at an early age, and we were both motivated by our reading and experiencing new worlds through the printed word. Thank you very much for sharing your time with us. We wish you the very best as you continue writing and introducing young readers to new worlds of excitement through reading.

You may find KC online at www.kc-oliver.tripod.com, www.jacketflap.com/profile.asp?member+KC+Oliver, and http://kcoliver.blogspot.com

2007-08-08T14:09:00.000-05:00

August 8, 2007. This blogging is still new to me, and my feeble brain is still stuffed with images from the weekend—a stage full of actors and a mystery theater audience all enjoying the mystery event I adapted and directed. It was a chaotic evening in which the lighting was improvised, the sound system was definitely deficient (the actors couldn't hear their musical cues, the AC was struggling on the hottest evening of the summer, and the place was packed with an enthusiastic, more than sell-out crowd. Unbelievable! But by all accounts, the event was a great success.

Enough of the weekend. Today we are fortunate to have with us Silvia Foti for an interview.

Interview with Silvia Foti, author of The Diva's Fool
GRACE: Welcome, Silvia! We're very glad to have you here. Tell us about yourself.
SILVIA: I spent 20 years as a journalist writing for a variety of media. Most recently, I switched careers to become a high school English teacher and will start teaching my first class of freshmen on August 10, tomorrow. I have a Masters in Journalism from Northwestern University and am two courses shy of a Masters in Education from National Louis University.
I write from Chicago, where I reside with my husband and two children. I'm president of Love Is Murder, a multi-genre conference for writers and readers (www.loveismurder.net) where I met my publisher, and the Chicago chapter of Sisters in Crime. The Diva's Fool is my second mystery novel, the launch of a mystery/paranormal series based on the Greater Secrets of the Tarot cards.

GRACE: Sounds like an interesting series. Now we want to know you, the real person behind the writer. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?
SILVIA: I'd be a wolf because it's part of my alter ego's nature—to prowl, watch, and be silent. My protagonist is named Alkexandria Vilkas, and in Lithuanian vilkas means Wolf. The country's first ruler dreamt of a wolf and built the capital of Lithuania called Vilnius, so the animal is strongly associated with my heritage.

GRACE: When did you begin writing, and what prompted you to write?
SILVIA: I started a diary at 8 years old and have kept one ever since. My first play was "produced" in grade school as part of a children's assembly, and I was hooked at trying to make meaning.

GRACE: Which writer or writers do you most admire, and why?
SILVIA: Caleb Carr is an incredible writer, a master at plotting and characterization, and the way he delves into New York history and brings it to life is breathtaking.

GRACE: What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
SILVIA: Learning the craft mostly by myself. I wish I had pursued a degree in creative writing and had more professional feedback. I still may do it because I keep thinking about how much there is to learn.

GRACE: Tell us about your writing, published or in progress.
SILVIA: The Diva's Fool features a detective who solves murder mysteries primarily by using Tarot cards, an extended metaphor for the development of her intuition. It's the first in the series, based on the Tarot's Greater Secrets, in which a fool initiates a journey that will take twenty-two steps until she reaches enlightenment. Her own foolish endeavor is falling in love with a married man. I'm working on writing the next in the series, concerning The Magician card, in which Alexandria develops her concentration and willpower.

GRACE: Silvia we wish you the best of luck with your new series. Thank you for taking the time to be with us today. Everyone is invited to visit Silvia at her website www.SilviaFoti.com. The Diva's Fool is available from Amazon.com, bookstores, and Echelon Press.

Gracee's Blog

2007-08-08T13:30:00.000-05:00

Aug. 5, 2007 Today, after much hesitation and trepidation, I become a blogger. I've wondered what in the world I could talk about that would interest people I know and hope to know. I always have more on my mind about everything than I can possibly say so you may see anything in this space.
As I love reading and writing so much, a good deal of what you see here will be about writing, books, and stuff like that. To begin, I'd like to introduce some of my fellow writers from Echelon Press. Today the focus is on Jenny Turner with an interview of Jenny.

Interview with Jenny (J. R.) Turner

Grace: Welcome, Jenny! Tell us about yourself.

Jenny: Gosh, where to begin? I will turn 36 this fall and I'm still surprised when I think about it. I'm the same Jenny I've always been. Certainly I'm wiser and more skilled every year, at least I hope so, but overall, I'm still me. All my life I've been drawn to the romantic arts. I think this had a lot to do with some of the more harrowing experiences I had when I was very young. I longed for the time when we girls were treasured, cherished and protected—totally "unfeminist" of me, I know. From that longing, I spent a lot of time teaching myself tatting, embroidery, crochet, knitting, painting, sewing, doll making, soap making, paper making, and the list goes on and on. When I discovered a craft I hadn't tried, I would be overcome with excitement to give it a whirl. Eventually, I ended up teaching crafts for the Milwaukee Public School System. This was during my decade-long stint as a contract artist.
Reading and writing, the art of literature, however, was always a passion. No matter what craft I was engaging in, there was always a book beside me, a story percolating in my mind, a love of words and language flowing through my veins. When I finally decided to try my hand at writing, I did it like I do most things—fully and wholly, committing myself to the process. The only caution my husband had for me was that he worried I might get bored with it, as he described my constantly changing the type of handiwork I conquered.

Grace: Wow! Jenny you've been as busy as an ant getting ready for winter. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

Jenny: I would be a cat. They're independent, and I like being on my own. But I also like to "colonize" the way cats do. They can be excellent mothers, and that's at the top of my priorities. It would be awesome to see in the dark, and to be so agile that I can leap tall sofas and refrigerators in a single bound. Cats can be extremely loving as well, and purring would be really awesome.

Grace: When did you begin writing and what prompted you to write?

Jenny: About 1998 or 99 I had run out of new books to read by my favorite authors. I took a few risks, bought some books based mostly on their covers, and was so disgusted by what bad reads they were that I decided to write the epic adventure I'd been playing in my head for the last few years. My husband, a truck driver, said I could co-drive with him, and I chose the night shift. When you're in the middle of nowhere, there's not a lot to listen to on the radio so I started playing with a historical romance in my head, altering and changing each "movie scene" as I added more to the story. By the time I sat down to write, I knew every nuance of the story. My father gave me his old computer late in the summer of '99 and I started typing the story on this gigantic IBM model. Shortly after, I upgraded to regular PC with internet so I could research to my heart's content. By 2003, I had my first completed manuscript and began querying. I wrote five books before I finally sold my third manuscript, Stark Knight, in 2005 to Echelon Press.

Grace: You certainly seem more dedicated to the craft of writing than to the other crafts you tried earlier. Can you tell us which writer or writers you most admire and why?

Jenny: Oh gosh, this is like asking me which of my relatives I love most and why. Excellent authors are like family to me—each has merits, each has flaws, but each has a place in my heart just for them. Most influential would be Julie Garwood. When I first began writing, I was heart-deep in her novels and wanted to have that same flavor—with my own voice and style, of course. I admire her work so very much because her heroines and heroes are excellently shown to have every spectrum of humanity—love, jealousy, bravery, courage, fear, frustration, weakness, strength. You name it; her characters have it all. I think what I most love though, is the sense of humor she brings to the page. I can't think of any of her books where I didn't laugh out loud at something. Dean Koontz—I admire his use of language. He just blows me away. Stephen King—not just his horror, but his adventures and dramas as well (Shawshank, Redemption, Dark Tower series, etc.) King's imagination is inspiring. He's fearless when being as weird as he wants to be. Michael Crichton—his brand of sci-fi and adventure is right up my alley. He takes the mundane and makes it fantastic. And I have to say J. K. Rowling. It's a rare person who can capture the imagination of an entire world. That's freaking admirable!

Grace: What is the hardest thing about being a writer?

Jenny: Letting the world know you exist. I love what I write, I love the stories, the characters, the plots, playing with the language, having fun coming up with new twists and exciting action. I love everything about writing, but the toughest part is this sense that I'm a little fish in a very big ocean and as much as I wildly wave my tail fin to let the passersby know "I'm here! I'm here!" I'm just not making a big enough wave to get their attention. It can be a bit frustrating and lonely at times. Especially when you run out of people to tell about your latest book, your work in progress, or your future plans. I can't say how many times my husband has looked at me and said, "Yeah, I know. You told me that last week." Poor guy!

Grace: I know just what you mean. Now let's wind this up with something about your writing—published and in progress.

Jenny: Right now I'm finalizing the manuscript for Good Knight, the third and final book in my Knight Inc. series. The first, Stark Knight, was my attempt to write a character-driven novel and I fell in love with the form. Sara Stark is a memorable character. She's so flawed, but so honorable, that the complexities of her personality have made her difficult to write at times—yet highly enjoyable and satisfying. In Silent Knight, when she confronts a notable person from her past for the first time, I really felt for her. She's struggled to overcome so much that this sort of shattered a lot of her defenses. In Good Knight though, she comes back tougher than ever. My Biker Bodyguard is my latest release. This was the first book I drew on past, personal experiences to write. Jess Owen is a tattoo artist living with a family of bikers. She more resembles me (in my early 20's) than any of my other characters—aside from the gun-toting Mustang-driving scenes, that is. Mitch Conner, the hero in the story, is my vision of Mr. Hunk-o-Rama. Strong men in leather really get me where I live!
For works-in-progress, I'm revising a thriller I wrote a few years ago and starting work on a new series of young adult adventure novels that I'm especially excited about. The series focuses on two groups who have "inherited" special powers after a series of natural disasters destroys the planet and most of the population. Each group sort of gravitates toward one another based on personality, the powers they inherit, and their vision for the future. Tons of action, tons of adventure, some exceptionally fun and unique characters, plus a strong paranormal element will drive the series.

Grace: That sounds exciting! Thank you for telling us about it. And thanks for being with us today.

Jenny: Thanks so much, Grace, for spending this time with me!

Grace: Check out Jenny's website at http://www.jennifer-turner.com/ to learn more about her and her books.