Flowers on the Fence Country is big. It expands to include anyplace wherein resides one of my special flowers. It encompasses Malta, New Jersey, California, New Zealand, Canada, Scotland, England.
This talented writer is telling us how her world has expanded by meeting so many writers through her journey of writing and publishing.
This is exactly how I feel. My world is so much bigger after I turned to writing full time. I have met people from all over the world on writer's blogs, forums and chats. What marvelous technology brings these folks together. Amazing close relationships, sharing and caring occur between strangers who have never physically met, and yet their hearts join across the miles. Without even hearing them speak...only through their words online, they become important to us.
The clever, caring, intelligent authors and staff at Muse It Up Publishing are members of a very special sorority/fraternity who are helpful and generous. I am amazed at each of their talents, not only with the gift of painting word pictures and meaningful thoughts, but with their sense of humor and unselfish support of each other. I am proud to be associated with them and thrilled to call them my friends.
Every Wednesday and Sunday evening I have the opportunity to connect with writers at the Writers Chatroom. Audrey Shaffer is dedicated to offering this platform for writers to learn about the publishing, marketing, ins and outs of this complicated industry. (Watch out though, she gets out the whip to keep this rowdy bunch in line.) We laugh and commiserate through fast-paced remarks and thoughtful comments. The page rolls fast when we are on a Wednesday night topic 8 pm- 10 pm Eastern. Audrey showcases a published author every Sunday evening 7 pm-9 pm Eastern. Joining in here is like being part of a family...yeah, including those bratty big brothers and wild and crazy sisters. You're invited to join in on the fun and learn a LOT about the writing business.
My life has been enriched by the folks I have met through these opportunities. What a delight to be a writer!
Last weekend, we camped in the Traverse City, Michigan area. What a perfect chamber of commerce day for the State of Michigan. The trees are not colored up yet, even though this area is two hours north of us. I guess I just get so anxious to see the fall colors. Michigan's colors are fabulous usually. I heard on the news, the foliage would be late turning this year to the dry weather in August. I really will have to practice patience.
Hope you enjoy this picture tour of the Leelanau Peninsula and the Leland Fishtown Festival. So many cars at the car show. I had never experienced a boat show similar to this one with the boats moored for inspection. Beautiful!
Please welcome my very special guest, mystery author, Heather Haven. Heather writes a series of books about the delightfully entertaining Alvarez family. Heather pens a variety of personalities in her intriguing mysteries keeping the reader glued to the pages wondering what's next. You'll enjoy reading about her series in her post today with a focus on her "middle child," A Wedding to Die For.
Her first book in the series is Murder is a Family Business, the second or middle child of the series isA Wedding to Die For, and soon to be released third book, Death Runs in the Family from Muse It Up Publishing. Today, Heather is feeling a bit guilty about neglecting her second book. Read on to discover why, then leave a comment to WIN a copy of A Wedding to Die For.........
When the first book of the Alvarez Family Murder Mystery
Series came out last January, I almost threw a ticker-tape parade. The main
protagonist of this humorous series is Lee Alvarez, a combination of Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone
and Janet Evanovitch’ Stephanie Plum.
This 34-year old divorcee works as a private investigator in the family
business, Discretionary
Inquiries, a successful Silicon Valley agency
that normally deals with the theft of computer software. Since the death of
Lee’s father, her beautiful ice-princess mother, Lila, has taken over as CEO
and head of the business. Lee’s younger brother, Richard, is the head of
Research and Information Technology. Her Uncle Tío is a retired head chef of a
well-known Mexican restaurant. Even the new foundling kitten, Tugger, becomes
head of the household in Lee’s small, two-bedroom apartment over the family
garage. Lee isn’t head of squat, thank you. But she’s got the heart of a lion,
eyes the color of twilight, and the instincts of a first-rate PI, which is
good, because she’s always getting herself into trouble.
Ever since the first book came out, I’ve been blogging,
promoting, bragging about, interviewing for, and in general being pretty
obnoxious about Murder is a Family
Business, the fore-runner of the series. At the same time, I was in the
process of writing the 3rd book of the series, Death Runs in the Family. Every writer knows there is nothing as
all-consuming as the current project.
But somewhere along the line, the 2nd book of the
series, A Wedding to Die For, has
fallen by the wayside. It quietly got published April 22nd and came
in, not as a lion, but as a mewing lamb. You could say, this is my middle child.
I’ve read lots of articles proclaiming the middle child is often the one apt to
be overlooked, even by the most caring of mothers. Well, just smack me silly.
How could I do that to my little darling?
I mean, this is such a fun story! It starts out with
troubled upcoming nuptials, due to the groom being arrested for murder. Even
the most Bridezilla of us can’t pull off a wedding without a groom; nobody’s
that good. Enter an ancient, missing statue of a blue dog, a crushed diamond
stud earring, and our gal, Lee Alvarez, is off to the high mountains of Mexico,
amid spectacular views and 16th century cities, in search of
pilfered Mesoamerican artifacts. Throw in a mysterious, gorgeous guy who keeps
popping up in the oddest places, add a couple of dead bodies, toss in a
kidnapping or two, sprinkle it with laughs, and top the whole thing off with
the best tasting tamales ever. That’s the recipe for A Wedding to die For, sitting on the countertop of life waiting for
someone to gobble it up.
I have to face it. I’ve been a neglectful, lacking mother. I’ve
failed my middle child, who never asked to be born in the first place. All it
wants is a little love and attention. Here goes: Who loves ya, baby? Who loves
her widdle A Wedding to Die For, sweetie-pie,
like nobody’s business? Who just wants to hug the words right off your pages? Me,
your mumsie, that’s who.
Whoops! Still not enough?
Okay, I have to try to make it up to the little tyke. Below is an excerpt from the 2nd book, A Wedding to Die For.
Via a random drawing, one person who leaves a comment on this site will get a
FREE pdf copy.
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I did the same for Murder is a Family Business, and as we all know, what you do for one kid, you gotta do for the other!do for one kid, you gotta do for the other!
Excerpt
Chapter One
I Love to Cry At Weddings
Dragging out a dog-eared, worn
sheet of legal- size yellow paper, I read it carefully. “Wow! I don’t think
there’s much more.” I giggled with relief. “I signed the contract with the two
bands yesterday. One is an eleven-piece mariachi band that our very own Richard
plays guitar with now and then. He’s agreed to play a set with them. I thought
that was a nice touch. The alternating band is a three-piece jazz combo.
Something for everyone.”
“Indeed,” Mom responded.
“Allied Arts is renting us the
restaurant for the reception, including the outside patios, from five-thirty to
eleven-thirty p.m. Do you think ten cases of champagne, plus five cases each of
Chardonnay and a Napa
cab are enough?”
“That sounds more than sufficient.
What else?”
I started counting off items on my
fingers. “Bridal shower, next week. Richard is in charge of the bachelor party.
The tuxes are ordered. The gowns arrive this afternoon, and I have two
seamstresses set up for the fittings. I haven’t seen a picture or rendering of
the designs yet, but I’ll bet they’re incredible. Mr. McFadden designed them
himself, something he hasn’t done for years. He said he chose a ‘theme,’ which
reminds me, I’ll have to get samples of the fabric to the florist. Don’t you
own one or two of Warren McFadden’s dresses?”
“No. I find him a little
avant-garde, Liana,” Mom said.
“I think they call it cutting-edge
now, Mom,” I corrected.
“If you say so.” She smiled and
changed the subject. “Did you find a photographer?”
“Yes, finally. I thought I was
going to have to buy a camera and take pictures, myself.”
“Who is it?”
“Did you know the reason the
wedding got canceled that was supposed to take place at Mem Chu was because the
bride came out of the closet and is now living in San Francisco with her lover,
Charlene?”
“Get to the point, dear.”
“I thought you might be interested
in hearing the lead-in.”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, anyway, this guy was
supposed to be their photographer, so he was available. I’ve seen his
portfolio. He’s good.”
“That sounds fine,” Lila said, somewhat mollified. “What about the rehearsal
dinner? Didn’t John offer to take care of that part of the festivities?”
“Originally, but he had to bow out
due to a heavy work schedule.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Yes,” I said and nothing more. My
latest love had been pulling back big-time on a lot of things, but I didn’t
want to admit it or deal with it yet. “However, Carlos took over and got us a
private room at the new Japanese steakhouse for after we go through our paces.”
I looked at the tattered list again with all the checkmarks indicating
completion and would have done cartwheels around the room if I hadn’t been so
tired.
“Mom, I think I’ve done it. After I
order the flowers and take care of the fittings, I’m done,” I said with pride.
“This wedding is completely done and Good-to-Go.”
Five hours
later, I stood in front of a mirror, enveloped in what felt like eighty yards
of a chartreuse moiré taffeta laughingly called “Whipped Lime.” Between the
starched crinoline underskirt, ruffled hem of the overskirt, and tufted bodice,
all in a hideous yellow-green, I looked like a New Year’s Eve float depicting
baby poo.
I ripped open the other boxes to
find matching gowns in different odious colors sporting the names of “Pineapple
Fizz,” “Mango Madness,” “Orange Frappe,” and “Passion Fruit Frazzle.” Mr.
McFadden had created a theme, all right. Jamba Juice Rejects. And in moiré
taffeta. When Mom called his work avant-garde, she was being kind.
The phone rang, but I was afraid to
move. On top of how I looked, any movement sounded like leaves trapped in a
wind tunnel. No wonder no one wore taffeta anymore, I thought. Noise pollution.
One of the seamstresses answered the phone and slapped it into my frozen hand.
“Hello?” I said.
“Lee, it’s me. We need your help,”
Mira said. Her voice sounded frantic and as if she’d been crying.
“Mira? Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not,” she sobbed. “Carlos
is being arrested for murder.”
“What?” I said, sinking straight to
the floor, buried in a mound of taffeta. “Carlos is being arrested for murder?”
“Yes, they say he murdered the
thief who broke into our apartment last night. They’re taking him away,” she
wailed.
“Wait a minute. What thief? What
murder? Mira, what’s going on?” She tried to tell me, but between the hysteria,
coughing, and wheezing, I couldn’t understand her.
“Never mind,” I interrupted. “Hold
tight. I’ll be right there.” I struggled to my feet and thought, with the groom arrested for murder maybe
this Good-to-Go wedding just Got Up and Went.
Trailer:
You can find the first chapter of book two, A Wedding to Die For, in its
entirety
and book one, Murder
is a Family Business, on Heather's website: http://www.heatherhavenstories.com/
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Patriot Day is to remember and honor those who lost their lives on this day, 9/11. Then from the tragedy, we can re-build and re-new our efforts to heal deep wounds and to find peace for our world.
This song helps to say it the best.
I Have a Dream by Donnelly/Strid
Chorus:
I have a dream for all the people in the world
That peace, hope, and freedom will ring.
Yes I have a dream.
For the entire song lyrics, click the link to I Have a Dream
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In a perfect world, readers pick up my books and jump for joy that there is another fantastic opportunity to be entertained with beautiful word phrases, clear word pictures, unique characters, and clever twists.
While bringing joy and escape to my reader's life, I also embed some of my rants on social and environmental issues. In Sunshine Boulevard, I have subtle comments on humankind encroaching on nature, upsetting the ecological environment, over-medication of senior citizens, and the disrespect for older citizens. Let me assure you, I do not beat the reader over the head with my beliefs, but if you re-read the story, you will discover these issues.
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I haven't posted for awhile because we camped along the shore of Lake Michigan at our church family camp. There is no Internet access. At first I missed not hopping on to check email, Facebook, and favorite blogs. But then I discovered it was rather freeing not to have to do it. By the end of the week, however, I was getting antsy to get back online to "gab" with everyone again.
We had a lot of fun. I'll share a few pictures with you. I wish I had more, but I was enjoying the skies and waters and all the events instead of thinking of toting the camera with me.
Our four grandsons spent four days with us. Love the campfire.
Corbin busted the pinata on Friday morning.
Not all play...Our group split and stacked about 3 cords of wood.
Try climbing these steps up the dune then down to the campground. The green kayaks were a lot of fun for the kids.
Beautiful woods. It looks very peaceful, serene, eh? Not with four boys...LOL.