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August Interview Schedule
8/7 Rhys Bowen Love and Death Among the Cheetahs
8/14 Heather Gilbert Belinda Blake and the Snake in the Grass
8/21 Lynn Chandler Willis Tell Me No Secrets
8/28 Cynthia Kuhn The Subject of Malice
8/31 Bernard Schaffer An Unsettled Grave

Saturday Guest Bloggers: 8/3 M. S. Spencer, 8/10 Zaida Alfaro

WWK Satuday Bloggers: 8/24 Kait Carson

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Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:


Shari Randall will be writing again for St. Martin's, perhaps under a pseudonym. We look forward to reading Shari's Ice Cream Shop Mystery series debuting next year. Congratulations, Shari!

Susan Van Kirk's A Death At Tippett Pond was released on June 15th. Read E. B. Davis's interview with Susan.


KM Rockwood's "Frozen Daiquiris" appears in The Best Laid Plans: 21 Stories of Mystery & Suspense, edited by Judy Penz Sheluk. The anthology will be released on June 18th.

Congratulations to Margaret S. Hamilton for being a finalist in the Daphne Du Maurier contest. Margaret competes in the Unpublished/Mainstream mystery/suspense category.

Congratulations to Shari Randall for WINNING the Agatha Award for Best First Novel. Her book, Curses, Boiled Again was published by St. Martin's last year. Read the interview about the book here. Yay, Shari!

Fishy Business anthology authors include KM Rockwood, Debra Goldstein, and James M. Jackson. This volume was edited by Linda Rodriguez.

Please read Margaret S. Hamilton and Debra Goldstein's short stories (don't ask about their modus operandi) in a new anthology, Cooked To Death Vol. IV: Cold Cut Files

Warren Bull's Abraham Lincoln: Seldom Told Stories was released. It is available at: GoRead: https://www.goread.com/book/abraham-lincoln-seldom-told-stories or at Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/ydaklx8p

Grace Topping's mystery, Staging is Murder was released April 30.

James M. Jackson extends the Seamus McCree series with the May 25th publication of #6, False Bottom.

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Monday, April 15, 2019

To Each His Own by Debra H. Goldstein


To Each His Own by Debra H. Goldstein

Last night, I nodded off while reading in the bathtub. The fact that I enjoy reading in the bathtub will be left for comment in another blog, but the important thing is that when I woke a few minutes later and looked to my right, the first thing that went through my mind was “My, this hotel has a picture hanging over the toilet like the one in my house.”

It took me a few minutes to register I was in my own home. The first clue should have been that I don’t take baths in hotels. The second was that no one else probably has this picture of lavender and turquoise impressionist flowers. I bought the water color at a charity auction and was assured, at the time, it was a one of a kind.

When I brought the picture home, my husband and children took one look and agreed it was one of a kind. I explained how it was painted by a member of the chapter hosting the event and all of them simply nodded. If I had been a puppy, they probably would have individually patted me on the head.

I love the picture. The colors resonate with me. It makes me feel peaceful. It doesn’t matter to me that no one else sees my wall hanging the way I do.

Writing is like my picture. I may love words I string together or ones I read written by other authors. The next person may hate them. That’s the beauty of the written word. I think about how people reacted to Catch-22, Catcher in the Rye, and even Huckleberry Finn. There were diverse opinions, but today we consider each to be classic. I don’t like all three equally. Do you?
And, by the way, have you ever traveled so much that for a moment you forgot where you are?

7 comments:

Margaret S. Hamilton said...

yes, I wake in the middle of the night wondering where the bathroom is.

Kait said...

LOL - I'm impressed that you can read in the tub. Alas, I've not figured out a way to keep my reading glasses from fogging!

Years ago I worked for an accounting firm doing hotel market studies and I ran the business side of a friend's gold import company based in the Sint Maarten. I spent more nights in hotel rooms than I did in my home. I've had the same effect. Gee, this hotel has the same dresser I have...

Debra H. Goldstein said...

Finding the bathroom and the side of the bed to get off of .. do = confusion. :)

Grace Topping said...

Funny blog, Debra. And yes, I have forgotten where I am. I've been going back and forth to my mother's house and wake up not sure which house I'm in. And sometimes a piece of art speaks to you and nobody else.

Paula Gail Benson said...

I'm not sure I've experienced this in real life, but I've been there in my dreams. Hope you are getting some restful down time before returning to the road!

KM Rockwood said...

Just reading online about the heartbreaking fire at Notre Dame. It reminds me of the tiny 5th floor room in a tiny Paris hotel where we stayed once. Of course, the building itself predated interior plumbing. The bedroom was small but adequate, and on one side of the room was the bathroom. But it had only a shower and a sink. No bathtub was fine, but no toilet? We surveyed the room, considered going down to the desk and asking for another room, but it was late and getting dark. The room was not well-lit. My daughter was right across the hall, and she had a comparatively spacious bathroom, complete with a toilet which we could use.

Early the next morning, as the sun shone in, I noticed a small door recessed behind the fireplace. When the door to the room was open, that small door was entirely invisible. It was the door to a literal water closet.

Jim Jackson said...

When I was a consultant, I did a lot of traveling and often stayed in the same motel chain. Sometimes I had to check my calendar to remember what day it was and where I was. No longer, even when I am on six-week-long trips, I’m always aware of where I am.