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The Two Newest Things in My Life
And the book doesn’t nip OR bite your ankles!
It’s been a long time coming but it’s finally here!
If you like family drama, mystery, or knowing more about the “roaring” Prohibition era, I’d love to share this story with you. You can find it:
On Amazon here.
Barnes and Noble here.
Also, Goodreads is hosting a giveaway for the novel!
Thanks, all!!
Carolyn
The High Price of Telling Lies
Seventeen-year-old Emma June believed her mother’s new friend, the citified Betty Bedford, breathed life into their small town of Holly Gap, Texas, with her flapper dresses, fancy flasks, and progressive ideas. But when her mother goes missing after fighting with Betty on carnival night, Emma June fears that all of Betty’s words were filled with lies.
Trying to piece together the events of that dreadful night, Emma June sets out to find her mother and warily accepts the help of the town’s mysterious newcomer named Frank, whose sudden appearance in Holly Gap raises her suspicions. Yet behind his easygoing attitude and passion for jazz, Frank conceals many secrets of his own.
Teaming up in their investigation, Emma June and Frank uncover the presence of a wanted mobster who threatens the stability of their community and may be the key to finding Emma June’s mother. Even as their search leads to danger and Betty’s life-shattering lies come to light, Emma June will stop at nothing to bring her mother home.
A thrilling mystery set in the social tumult of the Prohibition era, Distilling Lies reveals what real crimes occur beyond the moonshine thicket.
You may find it here:
“What are you doing, Frankie?”
“Digging for plot holes in my new novel,” she tells me.
“Any luck?”
“Found some.”
“But there are always more,” I tell her. “It’s best to find a good editor.”
I’m so grateful for the time and attention River Grove/Greenleaf Books Publishing gave to my upcoming novel. After going through it a gazillion times, they still found plot holes, word issues, etc. Unlike Frankie, my new and mischievous puppy, Distilling Lies is clean and about to hit the shelves on May 9th. Of course, I’ll send you a reminder! 😜
And, ain’t she cute?!
Cursing the Cursor
The blank canvas doesn’t bother me. Maybe because I’ve left the paints outside and they are too dried up to use.
But the blank sheet of paper – aka – the white blank screen is excruciating. The cursor’s vertical line blinks and screams, “Do something! Poke a key!”
I curse the cursor and tell it to wait a damn minute. “You can’t rush a good thought,” I tell it.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Two of my novels came to me serendipitously. A dream of an old farmer trying to pull open his screen door, repeatedly unable to enter. The last novel, an image of of man disappearing into an eery thicket as his daughter watches with curiosity.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Where is that new image, that thought that develops into a story? The one that is supposed to be novel #4? The one with characters who show up at whim for my entertainment and force me to write their words upon a page.
Maybe I shouldn’t be waiting for a character. Maybe I should be waiting for a thing, some object of curiosity. Like a musical instrument (The Red Violin).
Or an element of nature that throws a young girl into a new land. But not a tornado.
In the meantime, I’ll blog and give my cursor a little something to do.
Shameless!
Disclaimer: No child or pet were harmed during the making of this photo. All are available on Amazon, well, not the kids or the dog. 🙂
One of “my” kids, who just turned three, had NO desire to be part of my shenanigans (smart fella). So “Cole,” my 13 year-old mini Aussie stepped in on the fly. He might be licking his chops but no, he didn’t eat Ten.
Through You
Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of postings of encouragement to other writers on Instagram. I think one of the reasons is because part of me is really nervous about receiving my editor’s notes on my latest manuscript. I go from “Why isn’t she finished? Where is her email?!” to “Oh, good, I don’t have her comments yet and I don’t have to begin the tedious process of editing.”
I know that once I begin the process, I will be in another place in time. I will forget where I put things (more often), forget the wet towels in the dryer, not return phone calls, postpone going full-mask to the grocery store, etc.
But I will press on, do what needs to be done, then beg forgiveness to those I have ignored.
Facetiming a very old friend
#RoaringTwenties #Writing
What was it like in the 20s one-hundred years ago?
Was life more simple then
when it was finally acceptable to apply makeup in public,
to strap a flask of moonshine beneath your dress
and take a sip before voting for the first time?
Did you leave your kitchen (and your new electric icebox) behind,
climb into your new Model T
and rumble off to work outside your home for the first time?
Tell me. How was that new-found freedom?
Did it Roar with jazzy attitude
as you shimmied and twirled
and Charleston-ed your feet toward new opportunities?
I hope so.
You paved the way for me.
Get by with a little help from your (imaginary) friends
Letting our novel’s characters row the boat forward.
#writing #authors
AIMING FOR THE RIGHT WORDS
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I don’t know about you, but I spend a lot of time picking and choosing
and picking and choosing.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 