Tuesday, March 29, 2011

MUSEITUP PUBLISHING

I have good news. MuseItUp has offered for my romantic suspense, THE MAN IN THE BOAT. It'll be coming out next March if everything goes all right.

The story's about a woman who's retreated to a lakeside cottage to decide what to do about her crumbling marriage. A boat slams into the bank next to where she's sunning, its driver wounded. When she runs for help, he and the boat disappear.

Afterward, people break in on her at the lake, and later at her house.

Then she finds her husband knows more about what's going on that he lets on.

Kind of a woman in jeopardy, with the heroine chased by the bad guys as she wonders whether she can trust her husband or not. Started out as a mystery but quickly turned into romance. Some sex (letting you know ahead of time, Shannon!) for those who prefer it sweet.

MuseItUp is a fairly new epublisher, but from what I can see, they do a good job on edits. That, to me, is most important. I try to turn in clean manuscripts, but everyone needs a good editor. Writers owe it to readers to put out the best products they can. The most wonderful story in the world suffers if the writing's bad.

So I'm off to drink a glass of whatever. Or maybe just to eat chocolate. Yum.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

GRANNY REMEMBERED

Granny died last week at 92. She was buried last Sunday.


She was a woman who did pretty much as she pleased, and did it without running over other people. She was too laid back to let things bother her but was quick to sympathize with others. She never said anything really bad about anyone. In fact, she could usually find something good in everybody.

She was straightforward. She once said she told everything she knew. But one time she didn't. Her and Granddad's elopement wasn't a spur of the moment thing. They'd planned it. Carefully. They rented a house and bought furniture, told her mother Granddad was taking her to visit a relative, got married, and spent their wedding night at the house of some friends before coming came back to face the music. Granny wore a navy dress with a sailor collar and a red tie. She took the tie off because red's bad luck for brides. But that didn't keep her and Granddad from getting dunked in Talking Rock Creek (a custom of those times for newlyweds).

She liked to cook and was good at it. One of the few times she showed her temper was a few years after they married when Granddad criticized her banana pudding. He said it looked kind of runny. She threw a Coke bottle at him. He dodged, but the dent in the wall stayed there for years. Must have made an impression 'cause I sure never heard him say anything about her cooking.

And she flexed her muscles when Granddad and his youngest son went off with cash in hand to buy a new car. Granny never helped choose their cars because she never wanted to. But she was tight with money. And when Granddad came home with the car and the cash because the salesman had convinced him to use the dealership's low interest offer... Well. Granny hit the roof. She sent Granddad right back to pay off the debt, saying any fool knows it's cheaper not to pay interest. And as shrewd as she was, she probably figured the cash would get spent on something else.

She was independent. After Granddad died, she kept living alone. No matter how her kids urged her, she never considered moving close to any of them. She didn't want to be a burden on anybody.

She wasn't afraid of anything. At a Boy Scout gathering, one of the boys came up and tried to scare her by handing her a snake. She took it, looked at it, looked at the boy, and asked, "What do you want me to do with it?" Then handed it back. The whole group was in awe.

Until Granddad retired, she'd lived all her life in the foothills of Georgia. Then they bought a small house in Florida where they went every winter. He's been gone over twenty years but, even though she couldn't drive, Granny kept going back and forth. One of her kids would carry her to Florida in October and bring her back to north Georgia in May. That's what she and Granddad had done and by golly, she'd keep doing it!

In 2008, her Florida house got broken into while she was sleeping. She was deaf and didn't hear the racket as they chopped at a door in the garage, trying to get into the house. She found it the next morning, the frame chipped away and one deadbolt all that saved the house from being burglarized. Her kids and friends were afraid for her and wanted her to stay in Georgia. But Granny went back down the next November anyway. For the last time, it turned out.

In January of 2009, she had a heart attack. She survived, but her last two years were spent in a nursing home in north Georgia. Everyone knew she wouldn't get better, but her death still hurt.

She loved to quilt. Her mother helped her make her first quilt - a string quilt she called it - when she was nine years old. On her coffin, instead of the usual spray of flowers, her daughter laid a cathedral window quilt, one of the last ones Granny made. Granny would have loved it.

We miss her.

Monday, March 14, 2011

THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER

A few days ago I finished this book by Oliver Potzsch. It's not a quick read, not a pageturner like some. But it was interesting.

It's about a medieval executioner who is thoughtful, learned, and kind. When several village children are murdered, the midwife who tended his wife in childbirth is accused of witchcraft. The executioner's job is to torture her to get her to confess.

But he and the village doctor's son (who loves the hangman's daughter and who's a better doctor than his father) are convinced the midwife is innocent.

Executioner families intermarried back then because no one wanted anything to do with them. They were always a reminder that death lay waiting. So the hangman is not pleased with his daughter's suitor but works with the doctor's son anyway to find the real murderer.

The description of the German village and its politics is engrossing. What I found more interesting is that, while this is a novel, the author is a descendent of the main character who actually existed.

Good read.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Wii

Got on a Wii balance board and used the Wii Fit Plus program. It calculated my sense of balance, then took my weight. I had to put in height. Finally, it came up with a BMI age (or something like that) Don't ask me how. But yeah, you guessed it. It has me ten years older than I really am.

Worse, it said my guy's BMI age was ten years younger than he is.

I thought we were going to have fun with bowling and pingpong and things like that.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

HAIRY LEGS

This morning I put on my knee pants - the weather is gorgeous today! - and headed off to Wally World with my guy. When I bent over to pick up paper off the car floor, my eyes were within a few inches of my calves.

Ewww! I hadn't noticed my legs were in such dire need of shaving. Some spots were okay but one spot had several long hairs that waved at me. I zipped in and out of the story with my purchases, all the while hoping I wouldn't run into anyone I knew.

Guess I'll be spending some time with my legs tonight.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

MOVING IS THE PITS

We are in the process (slow process) of moving back to north Georgia. Took stuff up the past week and kept appointments.

The stove fixer came. I now can cook (if I want to which is a big IF) on the range rather than using the microwave or the George Forman grill. Except the hot surface light stays on all the time so I never know if the top's hot or not but, hey, the oven and all the eyes work. I'll take it.

The duct cleaning people came. You should have seen all the dog hair and other mess they got out. Revolting. Unfortunately, they discovered our air conditioning doesn't work. And neither does the fan, unless the heat's on. It was cool enough for heat, thank goodness. Now we have to make an appointment to meet the HV/AC people next time we're up.

The termite inspector came. We're good. Nothing eating up the house.

The washer and dryer came. My guy thinks the floor needs reinforcing though. After reading the manual, we suspect the whomping noise on the spin cycle means the flooring's too flexible. But we can wash and dry.

And Granny has shingles, poor soul. That's the worst thing.

So it wasn't the best visit, but a lot of stuff got done.

Glad to be back where it's warm though!