Thursday, October 4, 2012

My foray into the cyber world is tragic. Somebody hacked my e-mail and sent stuff out to everyone. I love the postoffice. I like to write a note, put it in an envelope, paste a 44c stamp on it and let the friendly postman send it on its way. Backwards, anitquated, expensive--I don't care. Nobody ever hacked my snail mail!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

My imaginary world

It's a happy day when I can sit at the computer without interruption and fly into my imaginary world, populated by my imaginary people, even though readers try to pinpoint who served as a model for the character!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Reading

I believe if you want to be a writer you must first be a reader. Reading is my favorite pasttime. This week I've read:
 Dr. Mary's Monkey by Edward T. Haslam, a detailed saga of the CIA's attempt to create a lethal virus that would kill Castro; Lee Harvey Oswald's involvement; Dr. Alton Ocshner, distinguished surgeon, and his involvement. The setting is New Orleans, so that made it specially interesting for me.
On The Run--selected by the Ponchatoula Library Book Club, by Iris Johansen, a thriller about a mother and daughter hiding from a relentless killer.
Re-read Right as Rain by Bev Marshall, the story of two different Southern women both driven by a passionate determination to give their children a better life.
Secuestro-that's my own book coming out Nov. 1st--and I'm reading the proof copy. Can't just skim over the words, have to check each and every one -- tedious!
When do I find time? Oh, you know, midnight to 2 a.m. It's quiet then, and I don't need much sleep.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Writers Group

Serious about writing? Join a Writer's Group. I belong to the ST. Tammany Writers a group of 6 writers (English teachers highschool and college levels) 1 lawyer and me. Theire critiques are dynamite. After all, they're teaching the stuff. They are extremely helpful. Every four months or so my turn comes around, and I'm terrible about keeping that date straight. Submitted two chapters from a southern mystery called The Azaleas. Anxious to get the group's reaction. The usually nail what needs to be done right on.