Don’t know how many of you remember, but next Tues, Aug 26, Legacy hits the shelves. For the last three weeks or so, in between conferences, I’ve been answering interview questions for various blog spots and trying to come up with different ideas for columns for others. It isn’t easy to be clever on demand. It isn’t for me to be clever, period. So I’m throwing it out there—what subjects interest you? What do you want to know about an author? What should I write about? Help me. Please. I’ll even offer a bribe—a signed ARC of Legacy to the best idea.
Here's the line-up so far:
Patricia Altner interviews me on Aug 26 on her vamp blog spot
- featured the first week of September. This is Angela Wison's gig.
Sept. 8 I guest blog on ParanormalityUniverse
-- Lynda Hilburn's blog.
I’ll post the dates of the rest of the interviews and blogs as they come up.
Here’s the cover for an anthology I’m in: At the Scene of the Crime. Pub date is November 3—Here’s how editor Dana Stabenow describes the contents:The scenes of crime are all over the American map, from Brendan Dubois’ story set in a coastal fishing village in New Hampshire, to Julie Hyzy’s in a retirement home in Florida, to Kristin Katherine Rusch’s in a suburb in Oregon, to mine in a wilderness in Alaska. Anything is grist for the investigator’s mill, from forensic dentistry to the rate of nuclear decay. John Lutz uses satellite imagery as part of his crime scene equipment to solve the murder of a retired major league baseball player.
Loren Estelman writes about twins separated at birth reunited by murder, Jeremiah Healy sets his story in a McMansion in an Everygatedcommunity, and Edward Hoch writes about an arsonist who may or may not be retired. Maynard F. Thompson tells of a retired medical examiner’s memories of his first murder. Max Allan Collins and Matthew V. Clemens write about high life in the heartland, and Michael Black’s hero takes a bite out of crime in the Arizona desert. N.J. Ayres writes a haunted memoir set in rural Pennsylvania, and Jeanne C. Stein sets a tough urban narrative in the rare book room of a Denver university.
And then I, just to be contrary, wrote a Liam and Wy story that proves that sometimes it isn’t all about the evidence. Sometimes it isn’t, sometimes it’s all about the hunch, whatever that is, wherever it comes from, and whatever you call it, at the scene of the crime.
Pull on your rubber gloves and your paper booties and come on in.
Spent last weekend at a writers’ retreat in Fairplay, CO. The weather was perfect—cold and rainy—so none of us were tempted to venture outside much except in search of food. Here are a couple of pictures. There were eleven of us, ten women and one man who hid out most of the time. Most were members of Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. The location was the Hand Hotel
—no telephones or TV’s in the room. It was serene and beautiful and except for the times when we burst into spontaneous conversation, quiet. Got a lot of work done.
My room and the sunroom where we hung out most of the time.
Vicki Law--one of the organizers of the weekend--Thanks, Vicki-- Susan Smith (on chair) and Carol Berg discussing something important...probably where we would go for lunch.
Susan showing off her "typing" gloves.
Michael, who with his staff, fed us wonderful breakfasts and dinners. And Carol, Susan
and Robin Owens in line for some of the same.
Okay, this friend of mine sent me a bunch of newspaper "headlines." I decided to do a dumb headline of the week with each blog. Here's #1:
Oh. That reminds me. I may not have mentioned it yet—I accepted an offer for two more Anna books—six and seven. I’m glad. Anna and I have a few more stories to tell and evidently Ace is willing to let us...