If you are interested in blogging or want to promote your book, please contact E. B. Davis at writerswhokill@gmail.com.

Here are the upcoming WWK interviews for the month of July!

July 4th Christopher Huang, A Gentleman's Murder

July 11th V. M. Burns, The Plot Is Murder

July 18th Edith Maxwell (Maddie Day), Death Over Easy

July 25th Shari Randall, Against The Claw

Our July Saturday Guest Blogger Schedule: 7/7--Mary Feliz, 7/14--Annie Hogsett, 7/21--Margaret S. Hamilton, 7/28--Kait Carson.

Our special bloggers for the fifth Monday and Tuesday of July--Kaye George and Paula Gail Benson.

Please welcome two new members to WWK--Annette Dashofy, who will blog on alternative Sundays with Jim Jackson, and Nancy Eady, who will blog on every fourth Monday. Thanks for blogging with us Annette and Nancy!

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Annette Dashofy's Uneasy Prey was released in March. It is the sixth Zoe Chambers Mystery. The seventh, Cry Wolf, will be released on September 18th. Look for E. B. Davis's interview with Annette on September 19th.

Carla Damron's quirky short story, "Subplot", was published in the Spring edition of The Offbeat Literary Journal. You can find it here: http://offbeat.msu.edu/volume-18-spring-2018/

Tina Whittle's sixth Tai Randolph mystery, Necessary Ends, debuts on April 3, 2018. Look for it here. Tina was nominated for a Derringer Award for her novelette, "Trouble Like A Freight Train Coming." We're all crossing our fingers for her.

James M. Jackson's Empty Promises, the next in the Seamus McCree mystery series (5th), was published on April 3, 2018. Purchase links are here. He's working on Seamus McCree #6 (False Bottom)

Dark Sister, a poetry collection, is Linda Rodriguez's tenth published book. It's available for sale here:

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.

Shari Randall's second Lobster Shack Mystery, Against the Claw, will be available in July 31, 2018.


Saturday, October 15, 2016

Afternoons in New Orleans

Margaret S. Hamilton

Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour—but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands—and who knows what to do with it?

Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire

I found this quote painted on the wall in the entrance to Gallier House, a restored nineteenth century home on Royal Street in the French Quarter. My circumstances and mindset were different from those of Blanche Dubois—I spent a month in New Orleans caring for my daughter after her knee surgery—but Blanche’s words resonated with me.

I spent long afternoons sitting next to a wheezing window air conditioner during my daughter’s recovery. Bells from the schoolyard across the street and nearby St. Anthony of Padua Church marked the slow hours. Streetcars rumbled by on Canal Street, bound for the end of the line at three cemeteries. I wrote a short story, and outlined another. Binge-reading Ann Cleeves’s Shetland mysteries, I vicariously experienced life on an isolated group of islands with a cold and foggy climate.

To avoid the heat and thunderstorms, I took a daily early morning hour-long walk in City Park. I photographed the intense southern sun filtered by Spanish moss hanging from venerable live oak trees and dodged tour groups in the Sculpture Garden. Stalking egrets, heron, and ibis on the shore of the lake, I stole some quick snapshots.

In New Orleans, it’s customary to say hello to everyone you encounter, even Percy the black Juliana pig, clopping on dainty hooves down the sidewalk, drooling in anticipation of a powdered sugar donut hole at the Blue Dot donut bakery. Most dogs are some mix of pit bull, all friendly. The homeless people gathered at the local gas station helped me heave dripping bags of ice from the outside freezer. Sales associates in the local stores called me “Sugar,” “Hon,” or “Baby.”

Time goes slowly. Afternoons are endless. We were in the middle of two of the four New Orleans seasons—hurricane and football, with the other seasons, Mardi Gras and crawfish, not till spring. I embraced the heat, the mounds of gulf shrimp at the grocery store, the last of the crepe myrtle blooms scattering petals on the sidewalks. And some rainy Ohio afternoon, I’ll write about it.

Readers, what do you do on a rainy afternoon?


Kait said...

What lovely pictures, Margaret, and what an atmospheric blog. There is something enormously appealing about a city that has a pig walking the streets.

Right now, I'm living in Florida. Rainy afternoons go with the territory. From May to October you can set your watch by them and plan nothing outdoors between 2 PM and 6 PM. What I love best, though, are rainy nights (thank you Eddie Rabbit). As a dedicated night owl stuck in a lark life, rainy nights are writing time, daydreaming time, explore the depths of the soul time. Rainy afternoons are nap time, reading time, and alas, work time.

Hope that your daughter is fully recovered.

Jim Jackson said...

I write during the day, so rainy days generally mean more time at the desk, or if I have done my work for the day, then curling on the couch with a good book.

But I adore rainy nights. Our Michigan house has a steel roof so the rain plinks and plunks in a shower, snare drums in a harder rain, and positively thrums on a downpour.

My favorite spot is on our screened porch where there is only a ceiling made of aspen between the metal roof and my hearing. Once the rain ends, I'll get the steady patter as droplets slide down the main roof and fall in a line onto the porch roof.

Today is supposed to rain, but be warm (by U.P. standards, which means it will be above 50 degrees) today, so I'll be polyurethaning that very same aspen porch roof.

KM Rockwood said...

Rainy afternoon=stew or tomato sauce simmering in the crock pot, bread dough rising so we can have fresh bread with dinner, a glass of wine and either a reading a book snuggled up with an afghan, or (more productively) a stint at the computer on the latest writing project.

Thanks for the evocative blog post, and the wonderful pictures.

Gloria Alden said...

Lovely pictures, Margaret, and a discussion of what you saw and heard on your walks. It makes me want to go there.

What I do on rainy days is write, read, or other housework that needs done. Like winter days, I enjoy having the time to write.

Warren Bull said...

What an interesting place. Rainy afternoons are great times to write.

Shari Randall said...

What an evocative post - I felt like I was walking along with you, greeting Percy. Rainy days here by the shore are just extra unpleasant - so much gray and dampness everywhere. Definitely the time for curling up under an afghan and catching up on reading, with a cup of hot tea at hand.

Margaret Turkevich said...

Kait, I savor rainy nights.
Jim, there's nothing like sitting on the screened porch watching a thunderstorm brew.
Kathleen, I concur with delicious cooking smells (pot roast) on a rainy day.
Gloria, I can't wait for winter, when I get more writing done than at any other time of the year.
Warren, I agree. Writing = rainy afternoons.
Shari, I love foggy days but the damp gets to me, too.

Ellen Byron said...

Oh Margaret, this is spectacular! I'm overwhelmed. Thank you for capturing NOLA is such a beautiful, eloquent way. xoxoxo