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Our April author interviews: Perennial author Susan Wittig Albert--4/5, Sasscer Hill, horse racing insider--4/12, English historical, cozy author, TE Kinsey--4/19, Debut author, Susan Bickford--4/26.

Saturday Guest Bloggers in April: Heather Baker Weidner (4/1), Christina Hoag (4/8), Susan Boles (4/29). WWK Saturday bloggers write on 4/15--Margaret S. Hamilton and on 4/22--Kait Carson.

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 June, 13, 2017. Look for E. B. Davis's interview with Linda here in June!

Cross Genre Publications anthology, Hidden Youth, will contain Warren Bull's "The Girl, The Devil, and The Coal Mine." The anthology will be released in late November 2016. The We've Been Trumped anthology released by Dark House Press on September 28th contains Warren Bull's "The Wall" short story and KM Rockwood's "A Phone Call to the White House." KM writes under the name Pat Anne Sirs for this volume.

James M. Jackson's 4th book in the Seamus McCree series, Doubtful Relations, is now available. His novella "Low Tide at Tybee" appears February 7 as part of Lowcountry Crimes: Four Novellas, which is available for order.


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

How Did This Happen to ME???? by Carla Damron

Me at twelve. I think I understood the world better then!
Yesterday it happened. I still can’t quite believe it. Not that it was a surprise, it’s been sneaking up on me for a long time. Yet still, I was unprepared.

I turned sixty.

Or, as I like to say, forty-twenty.

Denial was how approached I my fifties. So I was forty-ten, forty-eleven, and so on. It doesn’t seem to be working at sixty though. Only a few years before I can get social security. Then Medicare (if it still exists). These are good things, things that will cushion my senior years.


I remember when my first peer turned sixty and I thought, how strange. He doesn’t look like an old man. Never really imagining that I’d round that same corner in just a few years.

And don’t believe people who tell you that sixty is the new forty. I REMEMBER being forty and my back was much more flexible then. I still workout, but I can’t do a plank without spewing four letter words that would wilt an acre garden.  I’m certainly no Ruth Bader Ginsberg. (http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2017/02/rbg-ruth-bader-ginsburg-workout-personal-trainer-elena-kagan-stephen-breyer-214821

Another thing about aging: I’m missing notes.  I love to sing, in the car, in the shower, and in the choir stall. While I used to be a soprano, the high notes are slowly drifting away. Don’t have great low notes either, though I sing alto most of the time.  I’ve invented a new section in my choir: Sopralto.

When I analyze this age anxiety I’m feeling, when I search deep inside for the source of my discomfort, it comes down to this: how can I be sixty, and still not feel like I’ve reached adulthood? Seriously, I’m always looking around for adult supervision, just ask my husband.

If I’ve turned sixty and STILL don’t feel like a grown-up, then chances are, I never will. This is stunning to me. It feels like there’s a door I never quite entered, while others passed me by. Sure, I have a home and family and career and checking account and other adult things, but I never felt I acquired that adult wisdom I was supposed to get.  I finally figured out what I wanted to be when I grow up (and that came late), but I don’t have any keen sense of how the world works and why, exactly, I’m in it.

I’m happy to be in it, though. I like how my life has turned out, despite my lack of adultiness. By sheer luck I have two careers that fulfill me, though neither pay very well. (If I’d become an adult, maybe I’d have found something more lucrative? A stock broker? Doctor? Romance novelist? We’ll never know!) With my adult husband, I’ve successfully parented multiple pets and have four ridiculously pampered animals now. I’ve become a caregiver for my stubborn, fiercely independent mother, who provides aglimpse of my sunset years (spoiler alert: I’ll be cantankerous, opinionated, and tolerant of no nonsense. But I will still love wine and chocolate.)

Sixty. Yep, SIXTY

Here I am. Sixty. Not a grown up, but doing work I love and surrounded by the people who mean the most to me. Yes, I have a bad back, and an imperfect voice—but I’m ready to charge ahead.

Look out, seventy. You and I will meet in another ten years.


Jim Jackson said...

Okay Carla, I offer you a few alternative ways of describing sixty.

Why not three-score. Better, represent it as a number. One of the alternative counting systems to our base 10 is base 20. Some ancients used it (fingers and toes). Sixty in base twenty is represented by 30 (three 20s and no units). Neglect to mention that the thirty you are referring to is actually three-zero base twenty! We call them alternate facts these days, but they are in vogue.

When it comes to singing call yourself a high mezzo – sounds pretty good and who is going to admit they don’t know what a mezzo is (a voice between soprano and contralto).

~ Jim

Margaret Turkevich said...

Sixty or not, only the DMV and Feds know for sure. In Ohio, we get a state-issued "Buckeye" discount card at 60.

E. B. Davis said...

You look great, Carla. I thought I did until I had to get a new driver's license in NC. I looked so old! I feel good--maybe a bit less energy--but overall I have no complaints. My take on age is to ignore it. It doesn't go away, but dwelling on something you can do nothing about makes you go insane.

Gloria Alden said...

Carla, up until I turned 70, I considered sixty as upper middle-aged. Actually, I didn't think of myself as old until a few years ago. You don't look sixty at all, but it's not looks so much as how you see yourself, and how you feel. People are living a lot longer now so you have a good many years to go. Enjoy them.

Carla Damron said...

Three score--- I like that! And age isn't what matters, you are right. I don't see myself as old. Mostly.

KM Rockwood said...

I remember my mother-in-law saying at her retirement party that she still wondered what she would be when she grew up.

With a few unfortunate exceptions, I find every year to be better than the last. What does give me pause, though, is that of the four oldest children in my family, I am the only one left. The younger five are still going strong, though.

Age is just a number--I know I'm not in the best of health, but I was in my late 60's before I found out I had (and always have had) a serious congenital heart defect, and it turns out that now that it's been treated, I actually feel better than I have in years.

Deborah Romano said...

A newer employee at work told us a couple of weeks ago that he hopes 2017 will be a better year than 2016. Why was 2016 so bad? "Because I turned 30 and life is so serious when you're older." I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. I told him I'm more than twice his age(and had another birthday today) and I'm much happier than I was when I was his age. I take life a lot less seriously, which I think only happens with age.

Grace Topping said...

Happy birthday, Carla. Now that I have 70 breathing down my neck, 60 sounds pretty good. Enjoy it. The alternative is hard to think about.