Our first guest author of the new year is talented and creative Lorrie Unites-Struiff. Perhaps you all will identify with what Lorrie believes is her biggest weakness. You're lucky to be here today because this entertaining author shares an excerpt from a story in her funny, paranormal Call on the Dead series. I think you'll get a kick out of Lorrie's unique characters and her humorous storytelling.
Welcome, Lorrie. So glad you are visiting with us.
Thanks so much for inviting me here today, J.Q.
Wow, what a nice blog. I feel honored to be here.
I would like to tell you and the folks about my weakness. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I will.
You might not believe it, but I’m basically uncomfortable promoting my work.
I can’t write that my books are great, they’re entertaining, have great plot twists, full of humor, etc. Of course, I think they do, I wrote them. *laughs* But, I have to promo to get my name and stories out there. Why does it have to be so hard for me?
The reviews I’ve received have all been good. But, taste is so subjective, especially humor. And, I write across the genre board.
For instance, Gypsy Blood and Wild Blackberries are paranormal. They are both creepy and thrillers.
HEAP OF TROUBLE is a western romance, humor, action. The readers that read it fell in love with the characters.
The COD (Call on the Dead Club) is a humor paranormal series. Winnie develops a crazy gift that she doesn’t want and gets into all sorts of trouble.
The Last Dance is a story about the 50’s, a high school first love.
I’ve written historical fiction, noir detective, even a popular, somewhat romantic, dance story. So, you see my problem.
I also find it difficult to compete with all the other good authors who you see splashed across Facebook every day.
“Come read my blog, no, read mine.”
How do I make mine stand out? I can’t write that mine is better, it might not be. There are a lot of good authors and stories out there.
I wish I could tout myself, and my stories, without feeling…uneasy…awkward. I also wonder if any other authors feel as I do. They all sound so gung-ho.
So, here I am, on your lovely blog, admitting my biggest weakness.
How do I overcome this problem? I’d sure like some suggestions.\
So, what story do I try to brag about today?
How about my Winnie series? The COD Club (Call on the Dead)
Now, the uncomfortable brag begins.....
Wow! I think The COD Club is hysterical and so do others who have read it. This is the first story in the series. Actually, the first two stories are combined in one download. The Unwanted Gift, and Goin’ in Style. My lead character, Winnie, is a hoot. Her cohort Fat Phil is another funny character. If you readers enjoy the stories, more will follow soon.
I promise, it’s a hilarious read, a real humdinger of a comedy.
How did I do?
The COD (Call on the Dead Club) is a humor paranormal series.
Chapter one of the first story, The Unwanted Gift.
I slouched as low as possible on the folding chair as ‘Fat Phil’ Phillips ambled to the makeshift podium at the front of his green-carpeted rec room.
He cleared his throat. “This month’s meeting of the Call on the Dead Club will now come to order. We have a new member, folks. You may remember the newspaper article about the fifty-five-year old widow who experienced a near death episode last month.” He pointed a stubby finger at me. “Mrs. Winnie Krapski survived hugging her cherry tree when a lightning bolt split the trunk in half.”
The wooden ridge of the chair pressed into the back of my thighs while I fidgeted and wished I could become invisible. The darn chair squeaked. All six members turned and stared at me. Heat rushed up my neck into my face. I used my newcomer pamphlet as a fan, pretending a hot flash.
I glared back and fluffed my salt-and-pepper poodle curls with my fingers. “Well, I wasn’t about to let a downpour ruin my expensive new perm.” I fanned faster as a cheery chorus of “Welcome, Winnie,” resounded from the group.
Three days ago, before this dratted meeting, I had seen a friend at the funeral parlor. My elderly Bingo buddy, Cora, had been sitting in a chair. . . next to the casket in which her body lay.
Fat Phil had been there and revived me, then escorted me home since he lived only a few blocks from my small cottage. He assured me I hadn’t been hallucinating. Apparently, my lightning accident had bestowed me with an unusual ability. One I definitely did not want. He possessed the same ability and insisted I attend this meeting with the other members who had also experienced the same phenomena.
At the podium, he ran his thick palm across his comb-over, then pointed to the map tacked to the wall. Various colors portrayed sections of our fair town of
Citiesville. In the purple, my name stood out in heavy
black lettering. “This will be Winnie’s target area. Everyone okay with that?”
A collective, “Yes,” too eagerly shouted, sent a foreboding shiver up my spine.
We stood and repeated the pledge:
”I will faithfully read the daily obituary column.
I will visit the dead in my designated area, avoiding visiting hours, and ask if they have one last request.
I will perform said request to the best of my ability and vow to return with an honest report before the casket’s final closing, at which time their spirit must forever leave this earthly plane.”
What had Fat Phil talked me into?
Buy Link for the Unwanted Gift
Now here's the "skinny" on Lorrie--
Lorrie lives in West Mifflin, PA, thirty minutes from downtown Pittsburgh. She lives at home with her favorite toy—a computer.
Once a gold medalist teacher/manager for a big-name ballroom dance studio she has retired and now enjoys the quiet life of writing and watching TV. But she loves to have lunches with local writers to keep abreast of the challenging world of publishing.
Lorrie writes in many genres so you never know what she will come out with next. She never wants to bore her readers and enjoys the thrill of entertaining them by writing a good story.
She would love to hear from her fans at firstname.lastname@example.org. Please put “reader” in the subject line. Thank you.
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Today I am delighted to be Debbie Amadei's first guest author on her site for non-fiction children's literature, The Swimmer Writer. Come on over and take a peek after reading and commenting on Lorrie's post. See ya' there!
Debbie's review of Girls Succeed appeared on her site on December 16.