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Our July author interviews: Ellen Byerrum (7/5), Day of the Dark anthology authors (7/12 and 7/19), and Nancy Cole Silverman (7/26).
Saturday Guest Bloggers in July: 7/1--Fran Stewart, and 7/8--Nancy Cole Silverman. WWK Saturday bloggers write on 7/15--Margaret S. Hamilton, 7/22--Kait Carson, and 7/29--E. B. Davis.
“May 16, 2017 – The Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA) today announced the finalists of the second annual Star Award, given to authors of published women’s fiction. Six finalists were chosen in two categories, General and Outstanding Debut. The winners of the Star Award will be announced at the WFWA Retreat in Albuquerque, New Mexico on September 23, 2017.”
In the general category, WWK’s Carla Damron was one of three finalist for her novel, The Stone Necklace. Go to Carladamron.com for more information. Congratulations, Carla!
Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:
Warren Bull's new Lincoln mystery, Abraham Lincoln In Court & Campaign has been released. Look for the Kindle version on February 3.
Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.
In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Sight Unseen" in Fish Out of Water, Guppie (SinC) anthology, just released, and "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017.
Margaret S. Hamilton's short story, "Once a Kappa" was published as a finalist in the Southern Writer's Magazine annual short story contest issue. Mysterical-E published her "Double Crust Corpse" in the Fall 2016 issue. "Baby Killer" will appear in the 2017 solar eclipse anthology Day of the Dark to be published this summer prior to the eclipse in August.
Linda Rodriquez has two pending book publications. Plotting the Character-Driven Novel will be released by Scapegoat Press on November 29th. Every Family Doubt, the fourth Skeet Bannion mystery, is scheduled for release on October, 18, 2017. Look for the interview by E. B. Davis here on that date!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Writing from Experience
One of the perks of getting older - and we who are in the upper echelon of age look for any perks we can find - is the life experiences we've had. That is if we can remember them.
In the second book in my series, Martha, the police chief's mother, takes off on a backpacking adventure with a hunk of an environmentalist, who had been staying at her bed and breakfast. What made this such a good ending was not only how much it upset her son, but her age. Sixty year old mothers are not supposed to do something so out of character in the eyes of their sons. But I did the same thing. Not taking off with some hunk, of course, but taking up backpacking at the age of sixty. My adventure was an example of how dangerous reading can be.
It all started with Bill Bryson's book, A Walk in the Woods. The previous winter most of my siblings and I read the humorous account of him hiking the Appalachian Trail. Then my sister, Elaine, showed us a video of some AT hikers attempting the whole trail. A couple of them were older than we were. So we figured if those two older hikers and Katz, an overweight and out of shape friend of Bryson's could do it, so could we. At least Elaine and I decided we could. The other siblings opted out.
For months Elaine and I made our plans to hike the Appalachian Trail - okay, not the over twenty-two hundred miles it covers, but a section of it. Maybe in time by doing sections, we could cover the whole thing. Did I ever mention I have an overdose of optimism in my psyche? We decided to start with five days along the trail in Shenandoah National Park in Virginia.
That first day we got a late start since it had rained in the night, and we had to dry at least one sleeping bag at a camp laundromat. When we hit the trail, it was foggy and overcast. As Elaine and her teenagers, Emily, Abby and Caleb got their packs on and adjusted, I sat on the tailgate of the van. My pack was so heavy I could barely pick it up let alone sling it over my shoulder. When they were all ready to go, Caleb put it on my back. I soon had the straps tightened and followed them down the trail slightly bent forward from the weight and muttering to myself about how stupid I was to let Elaine talk me into this. As I trudged along following the others at some distance behind with my pack creaking and swaying, I was reminded of the years I'd spent riding. My pack sounded just like a horse's saddle only now I was the beast of burden.
But gradually the fog and mist cleared, the sun burst forth, and the most incredibly breathtaking view of the Shenandoah Valley lay before us. We shed our packs and sat on a rocky ledge drinking water, eating trail mix and took it all in. I decided this one view made it all worth it. Eventually we discovered the whole trail in the Shenandoah had such views.
Over the next four days, I soon managed to hoist my own pack onto my back, and I found much to enjoy about the experience. Not only did I become stronger, but the shared camaraderie and laughter with my sister, nieces and nephew made the trip worthwhile. Although we'd all been campers for years, it was a new experience cooking on a tiny stove, filtering drinking water and making sure everything, even toothpaste and brushes, was put into a bear bag every night before hoisting it up over some high branch where bears couldn't get it. We also found out that first year that this national park has the highest concentration of black bears in the east. Then there was the excitement of coming to a lodge or wayside store where we could treat ourselves to ice cream, and I might add, feeliing a little bit smug as we shed our packs outside and walked in front of tourists, who we hoped looked at us with admiration. They didn't know what newbies we really were.
When we ended our adventure that first year, it was with a great sense of accomplishment. We'd walked twenty-six miles in less than five days averaging at least five or more miles a day. That may not sound like a lot, but we were carrying close to thirty pounds on our backs and much of the hike seemed to be climbing. Not bad for a sixty year old woman, who while reasonably active, rarely walked over several miles a day.
Over the following years, Elaine and I covered almost the whole AT trail in the Shenandoah as well as trails in Pennsylvania, all in four or five day excursions of between twenty-five to thirty miles. Other members of our family joined us occasionally. Our largest group was eight the following year and six the year after that, but there was always one constant, and that was my sister, Elaine and I. Sometimes there were just the two of us.
It's been three or four years now since we last went. I'd love to go again, but can't find anyone willing to go with me. One of my nephews, Matt, who went with us our second year, several years ago did the whole long AT trail. Although I'm not backpacking now, I have my memories, and they are good ones. As for Martha, my character who took off at the end of my second book, her story will be told in my next book as a sub plot. She'll be telling Catherine, my protagonist, about the murder she and Bruce encountered on the AT in Shenandoah National Park - a murder of a birder - and how they solved it.