Wednesday, December 17, 2014

To Bring or Not to Bring (Your Spouse)

by Gina Ardito


Last week was my local writing group's annual holiday party, and I had a blast, as I always do at these events. But as I drove home alone (as I always do), it struck me that though spouses and guests were invited, few significant others attended. Oh, sure there were some. About half a dozen or so. But most of us came alone. And I noticed that even those who had brought partners in the past to previous events came alone this time. When it comes to bringing spouses, writers tend to be a "one and out" phenomenon.

Over the dozen years I've been involved in different writing events, I can count on one hand the amount of times my husband has accompanied me. At one time, it might have bothered me. I might have wondered why he didn't seem to support me openly by coming along. But I've come to realize something over the years. 


We writers scare people. Hard to believe, isn't it? I mean, as a species, you really couldn't find a less aggressive group. Interview us and you'll find that 90% of us were the nerds in school, the quiet ones in the corner, the observers. We're not normally known for striking fear into the hearts of anyone.

But writing get-togethers for non-writers are like Sci-Fi Conventions for people who've never seen Star Trek. We're total geeks to the nth power when surrounded by fellow writers.

In the writing world, you're either Team Shakespeare or Team Bacon. (And only those in the writing world will understand that analogy.)

Oh, sure, we try to be inclusive. We talk about pop culture: movies, music, and television shows. But when we do, we focus on the characterization, or the story arc, or the brilliant writing. If we mention the hunky actor or lead singer, it's because of the emotional range he displayed, or because he's the perfect model for our current protagonist. We use acronyms like POV and GMC.


Bring up a bestselling author, and we'll discuss the least known book on his/her backlist in great detail because it will be our favorite. And we'll all cite the same scenes as particularly noteworthy or utter failures. We'll use terms that mean nothing to anyone who only reads when on vacation and always chooses the current hot best seller.

When writers talk about a recent trip to some European country, we wax poetic about the archaic facts we learned and not the sights we photographed or the beaches where we tanned our fannies. 

We share amusing anecdotes overheard in coffee shops and hospital waiting rooms because we know they'll someday make a "great scene."

Our standard ice-breaker in conversation is, "So, what are you currently working on?"

We play trivia and games that require you to come up with a word in the English language that has a double u in less than 5 seconds. 

For the non-writer in this scenario, one of us can be tough enough to deal with. But to be locked in a room for several hours with forty or fifty of us? Or more? That's a challenge even the most loving spouse can't rise to on a regular basis.

And honestly? For most of us, it's a good thing to be on our own in these situations. We're with our people, our fellow introverts and observers. The pressure is off. We don't have to worry if our significant other is having a good time. 

We can shout out, "vacuum!" or "continuum!" or "muumuu!" to that double u question and have a group of people look at us with admiration instead of hearing, "It's bizarre that you know that." 

When we complain that our protagonist refuses to follow the plot the way we planned, we receive nods and encouraging advice instead of eye rolls or blank stares.

We can talk to the bartender about his day job as an EMT for over an hour, knowing it's actually research and not worry someone might mistake it for flirtation.

We can sit in the corner and jot notes on napkins--and no one thinks we're odd or anti-social. In fact, we'll probably have to wait our turn to find a chair in the corner!

So, if you've got a partner who does accompany you on a regular basis, be sure to acknowledge the tremendous sacrifice he/she is making for you--and not just with a dedication in your next novel. Take your head out of your laptop every once in a while to say, "thanks" and "I love you" and "wow, you look great" and "when did we change the color of the walls?" and "how'd I get so lucky?" Because you did.

But if your partner doesn't come with you to these social engagements, at least wait until you're out of sight and earshot before you give that fist pump and say, "Thank God."

Saturday, December 13, 2014

A Great Christmas Present from my Sister: A Story Idea!


A while back—we don’t need to talk about just how long ago—one of my sisters called me and said, “I’ve got a plot idea for you.”

A lot of authors will be groaning right about now. At one time or other we’ve all been told by some oblivious soul that they had a great idea for a story. They’d share the idea, we’d write the story, and we’d split the profits. Um, right. You will spend the next ten minutes explaining your probably not terribly original idea to me; I’ll spend the next several months writing the book; and we split the profits. Sorry. Not happening, my friend.

But this was my sister, and I knew that what she would tell me would be interesting. It was. Really interesting. In fact, she handed me more than an idea. 

My sister was at the time a department manager at a large department store. As she described something that had happened there, I got excited, realizing that what she was telling me would make a great plot for a story. There was a ready-made, unusual and intriguing mystery, complete with problem, attempts to resolve it, surprise villain, and a satisfying resolution. Along with that she offered some wonderfully amusing, juicy stories.

I just added characters, a romantic subplot, and a fictional setting. To complicate the situation with additional crowds and chaos, I set it at Christmas. Then I ran it by my sister who approved it and sent it to my editor at the time, who loved it and accepted it with almost no edits.

Blue December was first published in hard cover in 1992 by Avalon Books.  Years went by and I got the rights back to my Avalon Books and have been scanning and re-releasing them.  I deliberately waited until close to Christmas to let this one go out again.

And now Barbara’s book is available once again.

And, hey - she never even asked for half the profits!  But she's gotten a free copy of every one of my books ever since.

If you’re looking for a fun Christmas story with mystery and light romance, BLUE DECEMBER should work for you.

Blurb: It’s two weeks before Christmas and Meg Brandt, a department manager at Wambash’s, “the store with the answer to all your family’s needs,” has problems beyond the usual seasonal chaos. Her department is losing cash from the registers. Inventory is leaving the premises unrecorded and unpaid.

Security is focusing on her, since the losses are happening on her watch. Her efforts to track down the source of the disappearances have produced no results, and her career appears to be headed for oblivion. When the store’s new security officer starts showing unusual attention to her, Meg isn’t sure what to think. He’s attractive in any number of ways, but she can’t be sure if his interest is personal or professional.
 
Buy at Amazon for Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q29CBNC

Friday, December 12, 2014

Getting to Know Us...an Interview with Sandra Carey Cody

Yes, we all have bios on this website, but there is so much MORE to know about our Classic and Cozy bloggers.  So the 2nd Friday of each month is dedicated to getting to know us better.  This month I'd like to introduce you to someone who helped me along when I first came on the blogging scene, Sandra Cary Cody. Not only does she write cozy mysteries, but they are set in one of the many places I’ve lived—Memphis, TN.  I’ve read all of her Jennie Conners cozy mysteries, where, with the help of the residents of Riverview Manor Retirement Home, they solve murders. I highly encourage you to rush off and read them too…but wait….take a moment to read the interview first. 

Okay, inquiring minds want to know…why a writer? Certainly not for the fame and fortune…or maybe it is?

You’re right. It’s not for fame and fortune, though I certainly wouldn’t say no - at least to the fortune part. As for being famous, I don’t think I’d be enjoy that; I like my privacy too much. So ... why? I honestly don’t know. The closest I can come is to say that I’m a lover of stories. I come from a family of great storytellers, most of whom tell their tales under guise of truth. I’m the first to admit mine are fiction. And, of course, like all writers, I’m a reader. If you read enough, eventually I think you’ll be compelled to jump into the pool (or onto the page).

When did you first put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to create the your classic and cozy characters?

I was a late bloomer. I didn’t begin to write until my kids were grown and didn’t become a published writer until after I was a grandmother. What took me so long? When I was younger, I revered writers so much it didn’t occur to me that I could actually BE a writer. It took me a long time to gain the confidence to share the stories I’d always carried around in my head.

Do you have a set writing schedule?

The short answer is “yes”. I start out every day planning to write first thing, but the day seldom goes according to plan. The time I actually get words on the page is usually in the evening or late at night. Dinner’s over. The kitchen is cleaned up. The phone doesn’t ring. My time is my own. And, truth be told, I’m not a morning person. I’ve learned to use my crabby morning brain to edit what I wrote the night before - and I’m usually amazed at what my good-natured evening brain thought was wonderful.

Is there a certain routine, food/drink, or location that summons forth the muses for you?

I like to write alone in a bedroom that’s now an office. My desk is near a window that looks out into the treetops. It’s a great spot for daydreaming (a necessary part of writing). Food/drink? Tea and chocolate. Music? No, I’m much too distractible.

What do you do when not writing?

I’m a quilter, though I haven’t made a quilt in a couple of years. Both quilting and writing take over your life and I chose writing. I also like to be outdoors: camping, hiking, fooling around in the yard. I love old movies, especially anything with dancing, i.e., Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire - maybe because I’m so klutzy myself. Reading, of course.

I imagine you’ve been reading all of your life (all great writers have.)  What was your favorite book as a child?

Heidi. I don’t even know how many times I re-read that book - and I cried every time. Even now, I feel sad when I think about Heidi’s unhappiness when she has to leave the mountain and live in the city. Same for Little Women. I still haven’t accepted Beth’s death.

Do you re-read books?  If so, which one have you re-read the most?

Yes, of course. There are the childhood favorites mentioned above and lately, I’ve been re-reading books by Ruth Rendell, trying to learn from her. She does an amazing job creating suspense and sketching her characters without putting limits on the reader’s imagination. Another writer I go back to again and again is Pearl Buck.

But there is more to life than reading, writing (and arithmetic)…what is your most memorable adventure in your life? <<I think this is the point where Barbara Walters would ask you if you were a tree, what kind would you be, but I’ll skip that and throw a softball…>>

Being the mother of sons, we’ve done a lot of camping and hiking. I’m not sure it qualifies as an adventure, but when the boys were in their late teens, we took a ten-day canoe trip in Maine, following channels cut by loggers to connect the lakes. It was rugged country; there were no amenities - a far cry from the parks and campgrounds we usually frequented. Moose were not something distantly sighted, but were up-close and personal neighbors - sometimes a little too up-close and personal for me. (By the way, if Barbara ever asks, I’d be a willow - slender, graceful, ethereal.)

If you were on American Idol, what song would you sing to WOW! the judges? 

I’m a sucker for old musicals so I’d pick something from one of them - maybe “Younger Than Springtime” from “South Pacific”. Now, if you’d asked me that the day after we returned from our Maine adventure, it would be “I Enjoy Being a Girl” from “Flower Drum Song”.


Last question…movie rights…who will play your two main characters when Hollywood comes knocking on your door? 

Am I allowed to flashback and cast a young Audrey Hepburn? She’s my all-time favorite - the perfect combination of beauty and vulnerability, plus she was so good at those comedic double-takes that the Riverview’s residents inspire in Jennie. It’s hard to pick one other character because Jennie has a host of sidekicks among the residents of Riverview Manor. I’ll take Nate, though, because I love him and because I see him so clearly; he’s Peter O’Toole. At the risk of sounding greedy, please may I have one more? Good. Thank you. Maggie Smith would be the perfect Tess; I can see her scheming away beneath a calm and cool demeanor.

Hey, this was fun! Thanks.

Catch more of Sandra the third Friday of every month here on the Classic and Cozy Blog.   

For a complete list of Sandra’s books click on over to her website http://www.sandracareycody.com/
And be sure and check out her blog https://birthofanovel.wordpress.com/


Thursday, December 11, 2014

What to Bring to a Holiday Party

Zelda  Benjamin


Every year, the winter holidays have a way of sneaking up on us. I'm that person who RSVPs the last minute to all those party invitations. My head spins with what to wear or what to bring.

It's Always About Dessert

This year I've discovered the perfect dessert. It's easy to make and fun to eat. The possibilities are endless.


Use champagne glasses for the holder. I buy mine at the Dollar Store. There are so many candy choices for the base - M&Ms, red and white peppermints, or gum balls. I'm using blue and silver M&Ms for Chanukah. Chocolate cupcakes in silver paper will sit on top. I'll change the colors for the Christmas Eve party I've been invited to. Red, white, and green chocolate covered sunflower seeds will fill the bottom. For New Year's I'm going to go with silver and white.



Easy Peasy

How simple is this dessert? The most difficult part is shopping for the candy filling. I find that candy stores like It'Sugar have a plethora of colors and shapes. However, if you plan early enough you can get better candy prices online.


Too Many M&Ms

Need something to do with those extra M&Ms. Whip up another batch of cupcakes and make these adorable reindeer. Use icing to make the eyes and nose stick.


Wishing everyone a classic and cozy holiday season.
Remember to eat chocolate everyday.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Nothing Says Christmas Like Shortbread



Jean C. Gordon here getting and staying in the holiday spirit working on a new book that combines two of my favorite romance elements love rekindled and Christmas. It's the first of my new series, The Donnelly Brothers, "Hometown boys make good…and find love." My working title is The Pastor's Christmas Star, and it won't be out until next Christmas.

So for this Christmas, I’m sharing a recipe for a Gordon family holiday treat, shortbread. It’s from my husband’s grandmother (and great-grandmother?), dating back to before 1900. His Aunt Jean added some helpful instructions.

GRANDMA GORDON’S SHORTBREAD

1 lb softened butter (the salted regular butter)
1 cup white sugar
Approx. 4 cups all-purpose (plain) white flour (Be sure to spoon the flour into the measuring cup because you might have to add a few more spoonfuls while you are mixing the batter to be the right consistency,)

Mix the softened butter and sugar together with a spoon and then add the flour one cup at a time and mix the batter with your hands until it feels ready to spread on a cookie sheet. Press the batter on the cookie with your hands until it spreads out evenly and smoothly. (It is not necessary to use a rolling pin unless you so desire.

Then mark the size pieces (leave the pieces on the cookie sheet!) you want with a table knofe and prick each piece a couple of times with a table fork (this lets air circulate through each piece while the shortbread is baking). Depending on how you mark the pieces, you can have 48 or more pieces on a cookie sheet.

BAKE FOR TWO HOURS (2 HOURS) IN A SLOW OVEN (225 TO 235 DEGREES DEPENDING ON YOUR OVEN). Once the shortbread looks a nice golden brown and smells heavenly, remove from the oven and let the shortbread cool on the cookie sheet for about 15 minutes. Then use a table knife to cut each piece on the already marked lines but let the shortbread finish cooling on the cookie sheet.

Once the shortbread is cooled, then you can put the cookie pieces in a zip-lock bag (obviously Aunt Jean added this J), a tight container, or even in the freezer. These shortbread cookies keep for a long time if sealed well and even longer if frozen. They are delicious with a hot cup of coffee or tea. Enjoy this Scottish treat for the holidays or any time. Cheers!

So, what are your favorite holiday — any holiday — foods?

And to close, here's a plug for my newsletter launch: I'll be launching my author newsletter soon with a cover reveal of my next Love Inspired Romance see it before Facebook. Sign up for the newsletter on my website, www.JeanCGordon.com by December 28 and receive a free excerpt from SMALL-TOWN MIDWIFE and a free e-copy of my sweet romance BACHELOR FATHER in the format of your choice.


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Electric Fences of Life

By
Sandra Wilkins

          Since my last entry on Classic and Cozy, I have typed the final word on the second book in my new series.  Excuse me while I clap my hands with glee and squeal like a little girl on Christmas morning!  I’m sure my fellow authors know the exhilaration of such a feat.  I was able to pull it off again.  I’m not a charlatan after all.  Yippee!
          But, the high is short-lived when I sit down to work on the next story in the series.  I’m a few chapters in and still getting a feel for the new characters—especially the male protagonist.  In my mind, I know what he looks like, yet, I need to know more.  What’s he like?  Does he have a temper or is he mild-mannered?  Funny or serious?
          As I’ve been pondering these details, I came across this quote from humorist and fellow Okie, Will Rogers:  “There are three kinds of men.  The ones that learn by reading.  The few who learn by observation.  The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.”  I’ll even be so bold to add there is another type of man.  One who doesn’t even care to acquire more knowledge than he already thinks he possesses. 
          Now, I imagine Mr. Darcy from “Pride and Prejudice” gleaned all his wisdom from thick tomes.  Josh Flynn, the quick-witted carpenter in my last published book, “Gwen’s Honor”, would certainly have studied others around him.  I realize some people learn by doing, but, you know, I sure would hope a person would be smart enough not to get hurt in the process.  And, for those who don’t care to learn…Well, that’s more like villain material to me. 
          So, I’m curious as I stare at the blank pages before me.  What kind of male characters do you like to read about?

             Sandra Wilkins is busy writing another series while home educating her two daughters.  Ada’s Heart, Rose’s Hope and Gwen’s Honor are her first three published wholesome historical romances.  Go to www.sandrawilkins.com to find out more about her and her books. 
 




Monday, December 8, 2014

The Twelve Days of a Beach Christmas


by Jayne Ormerod   

‘Tis the season, as they say for Christmas Carols, and parodies thereof.  Perhaps the most parodied song ever (seasonal or otherwise) is "The Twelve Days of Christmas".  Who amongst us hasn’t smiled when we heard the barking dogs version or the Redneck tune?  Today I offer up a slightly different version of my own making that represents beach life.  Feel free to sing along!  



On the first day of Christmas I saw along the shore:
A lighthouse with a shell wreath on its door.

On the second day of Christmas I saw long the shore:
Two fiddler crabs;
  And a lighthouse with a shell wreath on its door.

On the third day of Christmas I saw along the shore,
Three sand castles;
  Two fiddler crabs;
    And a lighthouse with a shell wreath on its door.

On the fourth day of Christmas I saw along the shore:
Four pails of seashells;
  Three sand castles;
    Two fiddler crabs;
       And a lighthouse with a shell wreath on its door.

On the fifth day of Christmas I saw along the shore:
Five sea glass orbs;
  Four pails of seashells;
    Three sand castles;
      Two fiddler crabs;
        And a lighthouse with a shell wreath on its door.

<<fast forward to the final verse and cue the crescendoing organ music…>>

On the twelfth day of Christmas I saw along the shore:
Twelve surfers surfing;
 Eleven sailboats heeling;
  Ten dolphins leaping;
   Nine buoys bobbing;
    Eight seahorses swimming;
     Seven starfish floating;
      Six seagulls squawking;
       Five sea glass orbs;
        Four pails of seashells;
         Three sand castles;
          Two fiddler crabs;
And a lighthouse with a shell wreath on its door.