Well, I’ll be honest: I’ve started and trashed three blogs so far, and I’m no closer to a successful attempt. Sometimes, the words just don’t flow. It happens to all writers. And while I could keep banging away at it (I’d eventually come up with something passable…I was a journalist after all, so the writing gets done on deadline no matter what), I do have a company to run.
So instead, I think I’ll just give you a link to a free story to read. Given all the headlines about the FBI and the President lately, it’s timely, too.
Moving. The thought of it makes me shudder. I’ve often joked that it would be simpler to just set everything on fire and start over.
But, you know, that’s expensive, and I’m kind of attached to some of my stuff. OK, a lot of my stuff. So, that’s just not an option.
That sentiment comes from moving a lot, I think. Not as much as some, of course. Military families, for example, move all the time. But I had my fair share of location upheaval in my youth. I lived in six different towns and residences by the time I graduated high school. Two different states. Four different school systems. Again, not as much change as some, but enough to be a bit unsettling.
After high school, and before moving to Lincoln City, I lived in ten different places (in five different states). Lincoln City is the place I’ve lived in the longest. I’ve lived in my house for 12 years (if you don’t count the 10-month period where I moved out of my house only to return to it three moves later, but that’s a long, complicated story…)
We had quite the adventurous cat week here at WMG. But first, some background.
On the publishing side of the business, we are decidedly cat people. Every single publishing employee has at least one cat. Most of us have two or more. And that leads to a lot of cat-person bonding.
So, when one of us has a cat in distress, we all feel their pain.
For example, Dean drove the cats from the Rusch-Smith household from Lincoln City to Las Vegas on Tuesday to join Kris in their new digs. If you’ve never driven that far with cats, let me tell you it’s one of the more stressful things one can do.
When it came time to load the cats in the car, Gwyneth and Josh headed over to help. Once everyone was settled, Dean started the drive of great distress.
But they all made it safely, thank goodness, and Dean is still in one piece, so mission accomplished. Now comes the cat-adjustment-to-new-home period. But by the end of this week they should be right as rain.
Those of you who follow this blog regularly know that I like to tell you when you can save money on our books. I like a good deal, and I figure you do, too. Seems like good business to help you stretch your hard-earned dollars farther.
The problem with doing that on a blog, though, is that it’s up for a week and gone. So, if you miss the blog that week, you might miss out on the deal.
Hence the new Promotion page on the WMG Publishing website. We’re still fiddling with the design a bit, but the information is there. This is the page where you can find information about free books, discounts, limited-time bundles, and anything else we can think of to save you money on our books.
At the moment, we’ve got two active promotions going on.
My mother’s side of the family is Irish. Very Irish. Irish Catholic. Last name of O’Shaughnessy. Ancestors immigrated to America via Ellis Island during the potato famine. You get the picture.
So, St. Patrick’s Day was a pretty big deal growing up.
Nowadays, it’s one of the few times of year I channel my Irish heritage. (I’ve always been more drawn to my Spanish heritage.) But I still wear green and eat corned beef and cabbage and wash it down with a Guinness.
My daughter, on the other hand, is obsessed with Leprechauns. As in catching one. Last St. Patrick’s Day, she devised a trap to do so. It failed, of course. This year, she’s planning to improve on her trap plans.
Throughout the year, she tries to find the end of rainbows, just in case.
We humans are obsessed with time. It’s a fickle creature. As children, it seems to pass with maddening slowness. As we age, time passes more and more rapidly until we wonder where it all went.
Perhaps that is why we are equally obsessed with time travel. If we could just control it…
And we do, kind of. We manipulate our days with Daylight Saving Time, for example, like we did just yesterday.
(Was it intentional or a remarkable coincidence that the movie version of A Wrinkle in Time released on Daylight Savings Time weekend? Hmmm…)
Time is my most precious resource. I would far rather spend money (which I thankfully have as an option) to save time. I hire a housecleaner for that purpose, for example.
Still, there never seems to be enough of it.
Hence, the aforementioned obsession.
And while I can’t offer you a real-world solution to our problem of time, I can certainly offer you some fictional escapes that involve time travel.
There’s something very compelling about cold case mysteries. As a journalist, I must seek answers to any question, but a question that has gone unanswered for years (or decades)? Those are the most intriguing.
In fact, the longer the answer has eluded society, the stronger the need for an answer. Who was Jack the Ripper, what happened to Amelia Earhart, who really killed JFK…you get the picture.
Those, of course, are real-life cold cases. But the fictional kind are no less compelling. And if, like me, you can’t resist a good cold-case mystery, you need to check out the Cold Poker Gang mystery series by Dean Wesley Smith.
I love bookstores. Always have.
But it’s funny the specific memories that stand out. I remember being in junior high school and discovering the Sweet Valley High series, scanning the shelves for the latest release. They published those on a rapid schedule, but certainly not as fast as I could read them. (Remember back when you only knew what books were available by going to the store?) And I remember being in high school (when I developed a deep love for Shakespeare and Wordsworth, among others), browsing the classics shelves of the B. Dalton in the Bridgewater Mall.
I’m not sure exactly when the trend of putting coffee shops and bookstores together started, but I discovered them when I was in college. I had developed a taste for coffee while spending time in Madrid and although the American version of café au lait didn’t hold a candle to Spanish café con leche, it was lovely to have a warm mug of sweet, creamy coffee while I sat reading. The aroma of roasted beans mixed with paper and leather to create what seemed a most literary perfume.
Bookstores feature prominently in my life, obviously.
As I look out my office window at the gray skies and torrential misting that marks an Oregon Coast February, I find myself wishing for a bit of magic to whisk me away to somewhere warm and sunny.
Alas, such a feat is outside my skill level. Instead, I shall lose myself to a great fantasy book (or ten), such as those included in the latest Storybundle Kristine Kathryn Rusch has curated, including WMG books Familiarity: A Winston & Ruby Collection and Fiction River: Alchemy & Steam.
Schools and libraries are always looking for great books to offer for Black History Month. We figured you might, too, so I thought it was time for some recommended reading.
We publish a number of books and stories here at WMG featuring African-American protagonists, but our most relevant series to Black History Month is Kris Nelscott’s award-winning and hard-hitting Smokey Dalton historical mystery series.
The books, which are set in Memphis and Chicago in the late ’60s, provide a no-hold-barred look at that turbulent era—from an African-American perspective.