Life is funny. I’m a plug-and-play kind of gal living in a satellite TV vs. Netflix world. In our house, changing between the two is a complex process requiring multiple remotes and knowing which acronym is which (HDMI1? HDMI3?) before you can even begin to look for what you’d like to watch. Needless to say, I am rarely the one discovering interesting or obscure entertainment options.
But today we (and by “we,” I mean the hubs) found “B.B. King: The Life of Riley” on Netflix. And what a great find it was! One of the first things my husband and I realized we had in common when we met is our mutual love of American blues music. We are both long-time B.B. King fans.
But I digress. I wanted to talk about how life is funny sometimes. In the course of this two-hour gem of a documentary, I found out a couple of really interesting things I have in common with The King of the Blues himself: (more…)
PHOTO CREDIT: Tim Rooney, Bold Coast Photography
As a native New Jerseyan – more importantly, a native Trentonian – my first mystery series (oh, did I mention it’s a series?) is set in the Trenton area. This comes as a surprise to some people, who (naturally, I suppose) assumed I would set my novel in my adopted state of Maine. After all, everyone knows Maine has pea soup fog, ancient cemeteries, and tons of old falling-down-sideways houses and barns along less-traveled roads (many of them unlit and unpaved). Throw in a landscape that includes a mix of dark, foreboding evergreens and craggy, bare-branched trees with twisted arms just waiting to swoop down and grab you as you traverse said less-traveled roads – well, it’s a setting just custom-made for creepers and murderers and horrors enough to ruin your sleep patterns for years to come. I think a guy named King has pretty well established this fact.
But when choosing a setting for a novel, why go for merely spooky when you can opt for truly bizarre? (more…)
For Lent, I gave up excuses.
I decided to buckle down and write 500 words a day for 40 days. This would result in my manuscript reaching 28,000 words by Easter.
Here’s how that turned out…
There were nights (I write almost exclusively after dark) I would write 1,500 to 2,000 words and keep almost all of them. I would also write 1,000 words and keep just 800 – or fewer – of them. One night I wrote the most perfect 283 words – so perfect, in fact, that I shut down my computer and went straight to bed, denying my inner editor the chance to mess with such heartbreaking beauty. The next day, miracle of miracles, they were still perfect.
This morning, I looked over all I had made, and I saw that it was good.
But I did not see 28,000 words.
Maybe it’s because I’m a lapsed Catholic and not very good at giving up stuff.
But here’s the thing. (more…)