Kate’s Story – now available on Amazon!
If I found more time to write, I could add titles to Amazon more often and it would be easier to get the details right the first time. Pete pointed out a few days ago that my Amazon author page included Farley Bend (Volume I), but not Kate’s Story. How did that happen? I expect I missed a checkbox or some other detail.
I think I’ve now dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s (or crossed my eyes, or something like that!) My Amazon author page now includes both titles. Hooray! This is more links and graphics than I’ve included on any other page – one more skill I hope to build with additional practice.
Volume III in 2016? Maybe…
It has taken longer than I expected to finish Volume II of the Farley Bend series. In a perfect world the book would’ve been available last summer. I struggled with the ending of Volume II, eventually figuring out how to wrap things up (at least for now). I enjoyed writing from the villain’s perspective, and may try that again in future.
Cathy Squires did a marvelous job on the cover art for Kate’s Story, rising to the challenge of illustrating a red-headed heroine against the backdrop of a brick wall. I think Kate’s sweater looks soft and cozy, too.
The young woman about to cut my hair today didn’t mean to imply that I’m old, I’m sure. My first reaction was to look around the salon and make sure the question was actually aimed at me. Grandchildren? Really? Yikes!
I don’t generally feel very old, until I need to do the math to figure out how long ago something happened. I met my friends Sherry and Walter a couple of jobs ago, while working at a job I started in 2004. That doesn’t sound too long ago. Then I realize it’s been seven years since I left that job for a different challenge. Apparently it was quite a while ago after all.
I read about a study that set out to answer whether time moves more quickly as we age. One of the researchers speculated that time merely seems to fly by because we have fewer milestones – not as many first days of school (unless you’re a teacher!), first date, first kiss, weddings and children. We’ve been living in our current home for four years now. My memories of moving into our first house are still vivid, though that was nearly two decades ago. I don’t recall much about the months of routine work days between then and now, so perhaps the researcher was right on track.
All right. Yes, I am old enough to be a grandmother. In fact, I have a number of adorable grand-nieces and grand-nephews… so the grandmother question wasn’t that far off. It did make me stop and think about the passage of time. It gave my husband Pete a good chuckle, too. And now I can cross another off of my ‘firsts’ list – the first time I’ve been asked about my grandchildren. Though I’ll need to add that entry to the list before I can cross it off!
My Dad said, “I keep hearing you’re an author, but I haven’t seen your book yet.”
To be fair, I haven’t spent a lot of time and energy promoting ‘Farley Bend’. I am still timid about sharing to wide audiences, though of course I’d be delighted if the book caught on and sold millions of copies. Maybe. Typing that sentence made me realize I’m still a bit ambivalent about that.
Anyway, I promised Dad I would mail him a copy by the end of February. He called a few nights ago to let me know that he’d finished the book. We discussed some of the characters and settings, and he asked whether I plan to put the page numbers on the top of the pages instead of the bottom in the next volume. Of course page numbers belong on the bottom, don’t they?
An informal survey of the contents of my library revealed the following:
Top of Page: Lee Child, Sue Grafton, Jonathan Kellerman, Sara Paretsky
Bottom of Page: Dick Francis, Janet Evanovich
Top or bottom, depending on book: Jeffrey Archer, Steven King, Earle Stanley Gardner
I’d never really thought that much about page number location, though you can be sure I will now!
Since elementary school. Really?
A couple of months ago I ran into my one of my elementary school teachers. I won’t supply exact math, but will share that fourth grade was several decades ago. I walked away from the encounter with a smile on my face, for several reasons. First of all, it is nice to hear comments like “you were always one of my favorites.” Yep. That’s one we all like to hear.
The more amusing part was the beginning of the conversation. She opened with “You haven’t changed a bit!” and a hug. Then, “Marilyn, right?” I wonder who she was comparing me to before she confirmed my identity. Do I have an evil twin out there somewhere? Or, more accurately, does my fourth grade self have an evil twin?
I think voices change less than appearance does. Since moving back to the town where I grew up, I’ve run into several people I used to know. Though their faces may change, hairlines recede, and wrinkles arrive… voices remain the same.
Maybe that means I should record audio files to add to this site.
Nah. I don’t think so.
Volume II (Kate’s story) has been in the works for a few months now. I had originally hoped to finish Kate’s story in time to begin work on Volume III (Parker House) during National Novel Writing Month.
A few real life things have interfered with my time in Farley Bend. Here were are on November 1 – day 1 of National Novel Writing Month – and Volume II refuses to be ignored. I realized several weeks ago that Kate’s story wouldn’t be finished, so thought I’d set Kate aside for a few weeks to learn more about the Parker House and what made Lou tick. I didn’t realize how challenging that would be.
How can I leave Kate in limbo like that? Turns out I can’t. So I expect I’ll forfeit National Novel Writing Month this year because I am not willing to set aside the current project (NaNoWriMo rules specify the 50,000 words during November are to be a new project rather than continued work on something already in progress). I’ll take a turn this year at being part of the participants NOT eligible for a winner Tshirt.
I think Kate is relieved, though, that she won’t have to spend as much time in limbo now. I can continue work on Volume II and see how it turns out. One story at a time.
Here’s a teaser, for those of you following along: in Volume II, the villain is a present day character rather than someone in the distant past. I am enjoying writing from his perspective more than I expected to!
Over the weekend we enjoyed a harbor cruise in Boston. The narrator was full of trivia bits and anecdotes regarding the big city, and did a fine job mixing facts and entertainment as he spoke for nearly an hour and a half about the city’s landmarks and history.
When we approached the North End, he talked for a few minutes about the Great Molasses Flood of 1919. I had a vague idea that a major molasses spill took place nearly a hundred years ago, but didn’t have details at my fingertips. The idea of a 25-foot wave of molasses rushing down the street at 35 miles per hour is nightmare fodder, for sure. Imagine, too, how sticky the whole area must have been in the aftermath of the wave. I have enough fun scrubbing out measuring cups after I mix up cookie dough. Multiply that residual stickiness by over two million gallons of molasses…
The thing that sticks in my mind, though, is the term the tour guide came up with to describe the day – ‘molassacre’. Twenty-one people died, which is enough to qualify the event as a massacre. I must admit I hadn’t considered how dangerous a baking ingredient could be. I will treat the bottle of Crosby’s in my cupboard with more caution and respect in future.
For as long as I can remember I have been more comfortable in small groups than large groups, and far more comfortable listening with the audience than speaking from the spotlight. A few jobs ago I had the opportunity to attend a two-day training on Myers & Briggs personality types (http://www.myersbriggs.org/). I filled out and mailed in my pre-training survey forms, and looked forward to picking up some tips on interacting with my family and my coworkers.
During one exercise the students were divided into two groups and told to plan our summer vacation. In my group we came up with a list of individual activities; I was headed for the ocean, another fellow was going mountain climbing, one woman was flying off to Florida and another was planning to stay home and work on crafts.
We reconvened at the end of the exercise to compare notes with the other group. They were headed off on a cruise together, with shore excursions, group dinners, dance contests and karaoke on the agenda. Though these people had met for the first time that day, they were planning a group vacation with each minute planned, choreographed, and SHARED.
I don’t know who was more horrified – my group, faced with the idea of an entire week sharing every waking moment with strangers, or their group facing days of solitude. I was impressed that such a simple exercise illustrated the difference between introverts and extroverts so very clearly. Wow!
Pete and I are just finishing vacation, getting ready to return to work next week. No, we didn’t take a Caribbean cruise with three thousand of our newest pals. Instead we enjoyed some quiet time at camp – deep in the Maine woods, where over the course of our stay we saw one other person. Perfect! My sister Jan calls our camp an introvert’s paradise for a reason.
In Farley Bend, Emily is definitely an introvert – write what you know, and all that. I am going to need to use my keen observation skills more as I focus on other characters in Volume II. Farley Bend would be an awfully dull place to write about if everyone living there was an introvert.
My brother Ken was one of the first to volunteer to proofread ‘Farley Bend’. When I forwarded the file to him, I wondered how much of himself he would see in Emily’s brother Ed. Many of Ed’s character traits are based on Ken, so I often imagined Ken as I wrote about Ed.
Ken and I discussed ‘Farley Bend’ quite a lot, particularly after he started reading the draft Imagine my dismay when Ken said, “I’m mired in chapter 16.” Dread. Shame. Panic. Ok, maybe not panic. But still… my masterpiece wasn’t even good enough to give Ken something charitable to say while he was reading the proof?
He immediately clarified his statement. Mired in Chapter 16 because of things he had going on, not because Chapter 16 was a pit of paralyzing prose. The story wasn’t dead in that chapter, it was simply that he had many other things demanding his time and attention.
In the months that followed Ken’s mired comment, we have referred to it often. It is part of our history now, and will likely be discussed for years to come. Will Ken volunteer to proof Volume II? Probably. As long as I promise that Chapter 16 will be very well written.
I know I’ve used the wrong word and conveyed the wrong message many times. One of the reasons I prefer email to telephone conversation is the built-in safeguard of seeing my words take shape on the screen before I share my views. Thus I have an opportunity to edit unfortunate or inaccurate wording. This does not prevent me from misaddressing the occasional email message … but that’s a story for another post.
I’m having fun working on Volume II. This week I’m contemplating a trip to the theatre for Kate, so working out details of where she will go and what will happen while she is there. In the first volume I deliberately avoided describing personal appearance and wardrobe much, because I’m more interested in what my people are thinking and doing than in what they look like.
When I decided that the theatre outing would be a formal affair, I talked it over with my friend Susan because she is far more fashionable than I am. Susan asked me what Kate looks like. Eventually we decided that Kate should be a redhead. We have a friend in common who has beautiful red hair, so that is the mental image we started with.
Yesterday Susan provided a list of internet search results for outfits she thought would be suitable for Kate’s outing. One of the models looked like she could be Kate, except for her hair. Now I have a very clear picture of Kate in my head. This weekend I’ll spend some time with her at the theatre and see what happens.