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October Interviews
10/2 Debra H. Goldstein, Two Bites To Many
10/10 Connie Berry, A Legacy of Murder
10/17 Lida Sideris, Double Murder or Nothing
10/23 Toni L. P. Kelner writing as Leigh Perry, The Skeleton Stuffs A Stocking
10/30 Jennifer David Hesse, Autumn Alibi

Saturday Guest Bloggers:
10/5 Ang Pompano
10/12 Eyes of Texas Anthology Writers
10/19 Neil Plakcy

WWK Bloggers: 10/26 Kait Carson


Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Lyrical Press will publish Kaye George's Vintage Sweets mystery series. The first book, Revenge Is Sweet, will be released in March. Look for the interview here on 3/11.

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 was released on June 18th.

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.


Monday, June 24, 2019

Summertime by Nancy Eady

Summer began Friday, June 21. Technically, summer is an astrological event, beginning on the longest day of the year (as in, the day with the most sunlight in the Northern Hemisphere). More specifically, summer began precisely this year at 11:54 a.m. June 21 when the North Pole reached its maximum tilt toward the sun.

Here in Alabama, however, summer (as in the hottest time of the year) began at the end of April. That’s when the humidity and the temperature both began creeping up their respective scales. By Friday, the day that summer started astrologically, we reached temperatures in the low to mid 90’s. The humidity hit 150% before Memorial Day and stayed there.

I normally don’t mind this too much, since air-conditioning is a fact of life down here. (My family once was told by a car salesman that in Alabama, he wouldn’t buy a bicycle without it.)  Our house is air-conditioned, our cars are air-conditioned, and my work is air-conditioned. Between Memorial Day and August 31, I plan my day so that, as often as possible, I am going from the air-conditioned house to the air-conditioned car to the air-conditioned office or store or restaurant.

But we went to the beach for Father's Day weekend. And when we got home, the air conditioner definitely had stopped working. Which wouldn’t have been so weird, except that the air conditioner in the condominium we rented for the weekend at the beach had also gone out during the night. Not to worry, we thought—we purchased a home warranty so people will come fix things when they break. Until I called the home warranty people early Sunday afternoon and failed to reach a living breathing human being. Instead, I discussed our service needs with a decidedly unsympathetic machine that informed me that the soonest a repairman could get out to our house was Tuesday between 8 and 6.

That Sunday and Monday turned out to be the hottest days in the year so far. Even with two room air conditioners going the best we could get the house at during the day was 95. We reached the chilly temperature of 80 at night. (Why do we have two room air conditioners when we have central AC?  That’s a post for another day.)

Suffering through those two longest days of summer (even though technically it was still spring) reminded me that time is relative. The parts of those two days spent at the house stretched on forever, while the hours spent elsewhere in air-conditioning moved at a normal pace. Time is a matter of perception.

Which is a very good thing for readers and writers. Without the human mind’s ability to compress and extend time, writers wouldn’t be able to sweep their readers into fictional worlds for a day, a week or a lifetime. So even on a hot summer’s day without air-conditioning, I still had a way to leave my present circumstances and travel far away—through a good book.

When does your summer start?  What is the hottest summer day you’ve had so far?  What are the books you reach for when you want to escape into another world?


Margaret S. Hamilton said...

Last summer during a stinking hot and humid spell, I borrowed "Fortitude" DVD's from the library. Fortitude is a Norwegian Arctic community where mayhem and murder abound. Killer insects, polar bears, and lots of snow and ice. Perfect.

The heat rots my brain. I have to adjust my dialing writing schedule to do all outside chores before 10am or after 7pm, coated with bug spray.

KM Rockwood said...

We had a cool & wet spring.

I had to have my mowers repaired (I wasn't in good enough shape last summer to do my own mowing, so the blasted things sat for over a year without being started.) I wasn't sorry that it took forever to get them fixed--with the mowers in the shop, now, I couldn't mow, could I?--but now that I have them back, I am trying to set aside some time every day to catch up. Since it's the first time I've mowed this year, I have to use the heavy-duty brush cutter on everything. Next time, I will be able to switch over to the lighter one for some areas.

Meanwhile, with the unpredictability of the weather, I'm just glad I'm not in the position of trying to cut & dry hay.

When it rained yesterday, instead of mowing, I started Agatha Christie's "The Mysterious Affair at Styles," which I realized I had never read.

Grace Topping said...

I feel for you, Nancy. Whenever I read about the tremendous heat and humidity, I think of the people like my grandparents in Georgia who used to farm in the heat and my grandmother who would work in her garden and then cook with a fire stove. As for fiction, I remember starting to read Helen Hooven Santmyer's book, "Herbs and Apples." She spent the first several chapters describing the intense heat in Ohio after the Civil War. I became so lethargic reading it that I never finished it. I got too overcome by the heat. But I loved her "...and Ladies of the Club," which I always recommend to people.