On Tuesday night I was a guest at Linda Borowski’s neighborhood book club, where fourteen women gathered in a comfortable circle. They had bought my novel A Bird in the House a few weeks before, and so were prepared with thoughts, questions, and comments. They listened to me talk. We drank wine. It was a really lovely evening with genuinely kind and interesting women.
At the beginning there was some discussion about the opening sentence of the novel…“Two women—one old, one ancient—sat on plastic chairs on their front porch.” Continue reading “A Dirty Word”
Behind Curtain One:
Me (in the trailer at the farm John and his brothers inherited in Wisconsin) sewing curtains last week.
Continue reading “Curtains…It’s a Game Show”
This came in an email today from my friend, Nancy Massa. It’s a shared email, so I have no idea where it originated. Since I sometimes try to write about writing, this fills the bill…and maybe you’ll get a laugh or two. We need laughs these days.
Continue reading “Heteronyms”
There’s a rumor going around that old women shouldn’t have long hair. I’m taking issue with that idea. How else do you hide your old neck?
There’s so much an old woman can do with her long hair:
- Hide sagging breasts,
- Put it in a bun and carry a cane to entice Boy Scouts to help cross the street,
- Crochet a sweater out of the strands that fall out of her head and grace her black sweaters,
- Put it in pigtails and pretend she’s in her second childhood.
Continue reading “Making Cuts”
There’s a post-it note on my blog intro page. “Write something” it says. December 11 was my last post, so I guess it’s time. Shall I write a catch up post? How I spent my summer vacation, although it’s winter. It’s been tough, but not terrible. Maybe I haven’t been writing because whining isn’t interesting to hear or read.
Continue reading “Write Something!”
Robin Hood and his merry men stole from the rich and gave to the poor. It’s a made-up story.
And now we have Robbing Donald and his band of thieves. Stealing from the poor, and the ordinary regular folks—us—to give to the very rich. This isn’t a story. Continue reading “Stolen Treasures”
There’s a new bookstore in town. And guess what?
They have signed copies of both of my books, Intentional and A Bird in the House! So if you have a deep craving for one of my novels, or you can’t figure out what to get your Aunt Mable this Happy Holiday season—head over to Royal Oak. Dave also has lots of other peoples’ books, including Annis Pratt’s newest novel The Battle for the Black Fen.
Small Business Saturday is tomorrow. So if you like the idea of having a local bookstore, visit Paper Trail Books and buy something. Anything. Let’s keep them in business.
Paper Trail Books
Hours are 11am until 8pm
Seven days a week
414 S. Washington
(next door to Cafe Muse)
Royal Oak, MI 48067
But, Wait! There’s more…
Don’t you I think I should make myself available for late night TV commercials?
As soon as I typed that title, I thought of Richard Nixon’s famous line, “I am not a crook.” But of course, he was a crook. Since I confessed to thinking of “Tricky Dick Nixon” does it bring into question my saying I’m not a failure?
Continue reading “I am not a failure”
November is National Novel Writing Month. Figuring I’d be confined to quarters for some of the month, because of the dratted nose cancer being removed on November 1st, I signed up for NaNoWriMo.
I’ve committed myself to writing the first draft of a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. Thousands of writers around the world take part in this craziness. You’re allowed to work out the plot and characters before the start of this month. I didn’t do anything.
Continue reading “NaNoWriMo”
It’s on my calendar…. I’m coming!
Thursday, October 26th
Birmingham Unitarian Church
38651 Woodward Ave, Bloomfield Hills, MI 48304
The books have all arrived. Whew! Wouldn’t it be scary to have a book party and no books? Am I stressing? Oh, please…it’s just a party. People I like will be there. There will be treats. There will be beverages. I get to talk. I like all that stuff, so I’m not stressing…much.
Continue reading “Book Launch Party This Thursday”
A Bird in the House
is a real book!
So let’s celebrate with a Party!
Continue reading “We’re having a Book Party!”
Everything has a time frame.
- October 2, Monday: THE novel will be available on Amazon. I know—you can hardly wait.
- Around noon today: I’ll go get meatball subs to take down to the trailer for the Bogner Boys. I know—they can hardly wait.
- October 9th: Deadline for the Kirkus Review of A Bird in the House, a novel, but it came early. AND it’s a good one. I didn’t have to wait.
- November 1st: Mohs surgery on my nose. Remember that scary spot on my nose? It’s basal cell carcinoma. I can wait.
Continue reading “Count Down”
Here’s the thing…I wrote this lovely novel…YES, lovely. It’s just what I hoped it would be. I’m proud of it. It took three years. It says what I wanted to say. I’m not going to be humble about it.
But YIKES!!! Continue reading “Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda—Didn’t”
Today I spilled the beans…brewed beans…coffee. I knocked a whole cup over and stained the perfectly nice gray carpet in my study. I have a study to write in—I’m so lucky. Continue reading “Spilling the Beans”
It’s heavy duty pollen season. The allergist’s waiting room is jam packed with people: black people, brown people, and white people. We’re probably an assortment of Muslims, Jews, Baptists, Catholics, Atheists, Agnostics and Buddhists, etc…I can’t tell by looking.
There’s a woman wearing a purple and lavender patterned sari. When her name is called she stands, and a woman sitting nearby says, “Beautiful purple color.” Then a pale, frail elderly man says, “Yes, very beautiful.” The woman in the sari smiles.
There’s goodness here.
Continue reading “There’s Goodness Here”
Thank you, Voters!
It was a close vote between #1 cover (blue) and #3 cover (yellow).
Some yellow cover voters said they wouldn’t consider reading the blue cover book…too scary, and made references to Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” Some blue cover voters said the yellow cover was too sappy, and looked like a book about fishing. They liked the blue cover because of the Detroit Zoo water tower on the back, and they liked it because it made them think of Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” Continue reading “And the Winning Cover Is…”
Several months ago, when I sent my latest novel out to agents, I also started playing around with cover designs. Covering my bases—if I didn’t find an agent, at least my book would have a cover.
Continue reading “Vote! Help me choose a cover”
There’s no agent representing my new novel, so does that mean it will be trapped in my computer forever? Will all the hours my First Readers spent combing through those boxes of loose manuscript pages, checking commas and content, have been for naught? Hell, no. Continue reading “Springing Forward”
Elephants wallow to keep cool and keep bugs away.
Forgive me a moment, but I’m wallowing too. Not to keep cool. No bugs. I’m just feeling sorry for myself…or maybe I’m just bummed out. Continue reading “Wallowing”
It’s not a whale of a tail (or tale) I’m gonna tell you. I was just hoping for a little (or a lot) of professional help.
No. Not a psychiatrist. Continue reading “Help Wanted”