Wednesday, April 17, 2013

My Playlist for Eine Kleine Murder


Since my new series, the Cressa Carraway Musical Mysteries, features a composer and keyboardist, you might think that music plays a large part in the book. And you’d be right! In fact, Cressa, like me, lives her life with background music. Like Cressa, Bach’s Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring is always looping in my head unless something else has taken over. In fact, many of the happenings in the book recall different pieces to her.

A fellow author, also published by Barking Rain Press, is Ricky Bush (http://www.barkingrainpress.org/ricky-bush/), a blues musician and fan. He put his plaulist on his blog and inspired me to create one for my novel. I had once thought it would be cool to include a CD of the pieces with the purchase of a book. That turned out to be not feasible, however. It’s true that the copyright on most classical music has run out (or was composed before the process was invented). However, the recordings of the pieces belong to the groups who have performed them, or to the labels that produced the albums. I decided it would be much simpler to merely provide links to performances.

My publisher has put my playlist at http://www.barkingrainpress.org/products/eine-kleine-murder/. If you page down, you’ll see the tab called Playlist. She’s taken the links I provided and gone one better--she’s also provided links to information about the composers. Very cool! 


Below is a list I put together that links the pieces with a snippet of the text in my novel that refers to the composition. I tried to use versions that don’t include advertising at the beginning, but in a few cases I thought the performance worth the hassle of sitting through the ad, or couldn’t find another suitable one.

These are the links to online performances of all the pieces mentioned in EINE KLEINE MURDER (unless I missed one--in which case, let me know!). If you’d like to get an idea of the mood suggested by them, you can just listen to a few measures. But if you have the time, they’re all worth hearing in their entirety.

(If you’d like to sample the first 4 chapters, you can sign up to do that here:

1 Chapter 1
“Moussorgsky’s ominous Night on Bald Mountain
London Symphony conducted by Leopold Stokowski

2 Chapter 2
“the merry strings of the beginning movement of Mozart’s, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,”
New Trinity Baroque, playing on instruments from Mozart’s time, called “period instruments”

3 Chapter 2
Debussy’s La Mer
“As I stroked through the dark lake she had grown up with, hoping to see her soon,
the ripples of Debussy’s La Mer accompanied me in my mind.”
London Symphony Orchestra, Valery Gergiev conducting

4 Chapter 3
“Chopin’s ponderous Funeral March, the stark the stark piano version.
Officially, this is a movement from Piano Sonata Op.35 No.2, played by Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli.
Here’s a snatch of an orchestra version, performers not given.


5 Chapter 6
“Gounod’s comic Funeral March of the Marionettes, the song Alfred Hitchcock used as the theme song of his television show.”
The TV theme music starts at 45 seconds
I can’t determine who is performing this recording.

6 Chapter 8
“the sad, sweet ballad, ‘Scarborough Fair,’ set in the ancient Dorian mode, with its allusions to the medieval Black Death”
Old English ballad performed by Simon and Garfunkel

7 Chapter 10
“It was so homey at the Harmons’ home. Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring by Bach was
even returning to me.”
Again, the performers are not given.

8 Chapter 13
“I could hear the frantic rhythm of Leroy Anderson’s Plink, Plank,Plunk as the knife hit the wood.”
Arthur Fiedler conducting the Boson Pops
            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08rghxefwDA - amateur group, but only 1 repetition, by Musik Siesta, a young Japanese group
            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNs_vzs5HMk- nice mandolin and guitar version
Lugano's junior mandolin orchestra (Ticino, Switzerland) conducted by Nicola Bühler, arranged by Mauro Pacchin

9 Chapter 16
“Richard Strauss’ Thus Spake Zarathustra, the piece that was used for the opening of the move 2001: A Space Odyssey
The beginning gives me chills no matter how many times I hear it. You have to turn the volume up a bit at first, but not for long.
Symphonieorchester des Bayerischen Rundfunks, conducted by Mariss Jansons

10 Chapter 17
“a popular melody stuck in my head. Not that popular, actually, but very catchy. And very stuck. The Chicken Dance. Now, how did that get there?”
I can’t resist posting this hilarious version, from the Lawrence Welk Show, performed on accordion, which is so appropriate. Be careful, you might end up like Cressa with this ear worm implanted.

11 Chapter 19
“The theme from Jaws kept rhythm with my wildly thumping heart.”
I’ve tried to avoid links with ads, but this one is the composer himself, John Williams, conducting the Boston Pops, and you can skip the ad fairly quickly.

12 Chapter 23
“The Song of the Volga Boatmen,” the version I had played in grade school, the one we always sang “Yo Ho Heave Ho” to, thrummed with the waves of pain in my head.
The famous Russian Army Chorus, Leonid Kharitonov as soloist. This is in Russian, with shots of the Volga River. If you click the little “cc” at the bottom right of the screen, you can get the English subtitles.

13 Chapter 43
“The ethereal part of Rossini’s “William Tell Overture,” the part with flutes and trills”
This link also has an ad, but another short one. The very beginning might tell you why I think cello is the most beautiful sounding instrument. The part I refer to is at 5:20. The part you’re probably familiar with is at 7:48. Hi ho, Silver! Away!
Gioachino Rossini conducting the Neponset Valley Philharmonic Orchestra

 Music Notes Background by Vera Kratochvil

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

He Who Waits





I waited long enough for this! My Neanderthal mystery, DEATH IN THE TIME OF ICE, will be published by Untreed Reads this year! They will also publish my brand new short story, “A Fine Kettle of Fish”. To see a little more about this series, The People of the Wind series, see my webpage.




You know the phrase, “All Good Things Come to He Who Waits”, don’t you? Have you ever given it much thought? I don’t mean whether it’s true or not (although I like to think it is), but the wording.

Is it correct? Of course lots of neat sayings aren’t. But should this be him who gets the good things? Not he? This gal says it’s definitely him. She gives her reasons here. She’s talking about strict grammar, but she uses the word whomever, which--to me--makes her reasoning a tad suspect.



This site says it was French first, in a poem by Violet Fane, and translates the questionable word as those. Good grief!







Another source quotes the same French poet and translates the saying very loosely, using she, they, and he. You might notice that, in this case the things aren’t necessarily good. It’s just “All things come
to those who wait.”

Just to be thorough in my research, I’ll mention that a game, Assassin’s Creed, uses the phrase as “All things come to he who waits.” Another vote for he.

I do wonder why he sounds better to our ears. I think it’s because we’ve heard it that way so many times. It also may be that the saying, whose origin is lost in antiquity, was formed before grammar rules were formed.

Here are some parting shots from the world of music. Good grammar would ruin these songs.
I Can’t Get No Satisfaction, Rolling Stones
I Gotta Feeling, Black Eyes Peas (an editor would hyphenate the group’s name, I’m sure)
Lay Down Sally, Eric Clapton
Conversate, Case (OK, that’s bad!)


All photos from morguefiles.com

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Liebster Award



I was pleasantly shocked when LD Masterson decided to honor me with the Liebster Award! It’s nice when someone recognizes another person’s weekly (more or less) blog toil.

Here’s the link to her place, and a HUGE THANK YOU, LD!: http://ldmasterson-author.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-liebster.html. (That was Rule number 1.)

Rule number 2, answer 11 questions from her, list 11 random facts about myself, and make up 11 questions for the ones I nominate. Whoa! That’s 33 questions, if my math is right. My math is pretty bad, but I think this one is right. This didn’t turn out to be as hard as I thought it would!

Liebster Award Rules:

1. Thank the blogger who presented you with the Liebster Award, and link back to his or her blog.

2. Answer the 11 questions from the nominator; list 11 random facts about yourself, and create 11 questions for your nominees.

3. Present the Liebster Award to 11 bloggers, who have blogs with 200 followers or less, whom you feel deserve to be noticed. Leave a comment on the blogs letting the owners know they have been chosen. (No tag backs.)

4. Upload the Liebster Award image to your blog.

OK, down to business with #2, 3,and 4!

Eleven Questions from LD to me:
What is your favorite...

  1. ...room in your house? You might think it’s my office, since I spend so much time there, but it’s really  the sunroom on the back of our new house. I can watch the bluebirds building a next in the hollow tree, cringe as the squirrel tries to get inside (I don’t think he can!), rejoice at the trees blossoming and leafing out more every day, and try to catch a glimpse of the deer my husband saw at dusk the other day.
  2. ...flavor of ice cream? Chocolate. That’s the proper flavor for most things.
  3. ...holiday? Christmas! I love decorating, putting out the stockings I’ve made for everyone in the family, baking. I buy gifts all year long.
  4. ...vacation spot? The mountains. I think the Rockies are my favorite, and of those, the Canadian Rockies--most beautiful mountains on this planet, I’m pretty sure. But we now live very close to the Smokies, so that may change.
  5. ...genre for reading? Mystery, in general, but I love true crime. I also like biographies of interesting people, and some literary works.
  6. ...breed of dog? Golden retriever. We had two and adored them.
  7. ...time of the day? That’s hard. Early, when the sky is starting to get light is night, but so is evening when the world is settling down. I guess I like both ends of the day.
  8. ...sports team (any sport)? My favorite to watch is ice hockey.
  9. ...book from your childhood? Maybe THE BOXCAR CHILDREN. I only read the first one, although it went on to become a series. I sure loved that book. After that, my favorites are every horse book in the children’s section of the public library.
  10. ...sleepwear? That’s a little personal! What if I said nothing? Sometimes, if it’s very hot, that’s it. But otherwise, cotton or silk.
  11. ...year in your life so far (not counting this one)? I’ll have to say the decade when our kids were being born and growing up. I fell into bed exhausted every night and didn’t realize what a wonderful time I was having.


Eleven Random facts about myself:

  1. I was born shy. Very, very shy.
  2. When I went to college, I was miserable being shy and decided to change that. I forced myself to hello to random people and was startled when some would smile and return the greeting. I decided that people were more interested in themselves than in me anyway.
  3. I was born in Los Angeles. I stayed there for 3 months, they tell me.
  4. My hair is barely turning gray and, believe me, it should have started decades ago. My former hairdresser says it’s because I’m partly Scottish.
  5. I’m more than Scottish, though. My official list is: Scots, Irish, English, Welch, German, a little bit of American Indian, and Swedish.
  6. My mother’s father, who died when I was 4 (I don’t remember him at all) said the American Indian was on the wrong side of the blanket. I suspect we’ll never track that down.
  7. I’m almost always humming, or having tune run through my head. A lot of the time it’s just a piece of a song, a few measures that go over and over. This doesn’t bother me as much as you might imagine.
  8. One branch of my family, the Swedes, came over with my grandmother’s generation. Another branch, the grandfather who was married to that grandmother, has been here since the Revolutionary War. I was told the Virgil Hughes lied about his age to be a drummer boy and join the troops. So my illustrious ancestor was a liar, most notably. His descendants ended up in the Ozarks in Missouri.
  9. I love to garden, but haven’t had a chance to for several years. Now I have a big yard and wonder if I really DO want to do that again.
  10. I’ve been to a lot of European countries, but never to Asia, Africa, South America, or Antarctica. I’d love to remedy that--all except Antarctica.
  11. I’m having hot flashes for the 23rd year. One doctor told me I’d have them the rest of my life. I’m beginning to think he was right.

Eleven Questions for my recipients to answer:

1.   Do you like your name(s)?
2.   Are you living where you expect to stay, or will you move some day?
3.   If you have pets, what are they? If not, why not?
4.   Are you neat of sloppy? Do you have a mate who is the opposite?
5.   Are you a morning or night person? Again, are you living with the opposite?
6.   Would you rather be outside or inside?
7.   Do you ever get giddy with happiness? If so, what does it?
8.   Are you a glass half-full or half-empty, or is your cup full?
9.   What’s your favorite color? Do you wear that color or decorate with it?
10.  If you could be anyone else, now or in the past (or the future), who would that be?
11.  Who do consider the greatest writer ever?

Okay, this should be easy.  But no one-word answers. Details or explanations required.



Here are my eleven choices for the Liebster Award:

Kaye Wilkinson Barley at http://www.kayewilkinsonbarley.com/

I have one request of my eleven award recipients. Even if you chose not to accept this award - meaning if you'd rather not do the questions, random facts, etc. - please take the time to visit at least a few of the other blogs listed here. We're all looking for readers and you might find a blog or two you really love.

Of course, the same goes for anyone else who comes by.  Take a minute and check out a blog or two you haven't visited before. You never know who you'll find.



Wednesday, March 27, 2013

A Three Way


I have way too much news for one writer in one week. But I’ll try!


I got a new account open for my Kaye George writing business, with a minimum of fuss. Love the Y12 Federal Credit Union. It’s named for the Y-12 National Security Complex, also known as Oak Ridge, the place where the nuclear bomb was developed. There’s no nuclear activity at the site today, but there’s a great historical tour you can take if you ever visit in the area.






Now, to the writing stuff!

First, the galley proofs for EINE KLEINE MURDER are finished and turned in, ahead of deadline! Barking Rain Press is working on my cover and the preliminary one is gorgeous! The publisher is also creating an ad for the Malice Domestic program for the three BRP writers who will attend this year, me, Tace Baker, and James M. Jackson. We’re going to have so much fun there this year! (Have I mentioned that you can read the first four chapters, free, here?)



 Second, big news! Untreed Reads will publish my Neanderthal mystery! (My other UR works are here, some published by UR, some distributed there.) I’ve turned in cover ideas and now need to gather together the names I need to put in the acknowledgements. This project has taken many turns and had a lot of help for a lot of people. I need to thank all of them!

I have some cool Pinterest pages with themes from my research:
http://pinterest.com/kayegeorge/anthropology-mega-fauna/
http://pinterest.com/kayegeorge/neanderthals/
http://pinterest.com/kayegeorge/ice-ages/

Third, Untreed Reads will also publish a short story I submitted called “A Fine Kettle of Fish”! This is a story I worked on for the second Guppy anthology. After a rewrite to take out a part that the UR people weren’t fond of, it has found a home.





Non-writing news:  We were going along so well in the new house, until we decided to have a heating and air company do a 
sort of what our yard looked like
routine inspection/maintenance on our furnace last Friday. The technician found the heat exchanger full of large holes! They’re clearly visible, I’ll have to admit. He was obligated to turn off the unit until the heat exchanger is replaced. Sooo, we called the home warranty people. After an additional phone call, they agreed to send someone on Saturday, since our weather is dipping below freezing at night. The guy came and said a part would be ordered on Monday--AND would take 2-4 days to arrive. A week without heat, in freezing weather! In fact, it has snowed here every day since then. We had, luckily, unpacked our space heaters. We had 4 of them. One overheated and quit working, so we tossed it.

I called Tuesday to check on the status of my work order. Nothing had been done! The guy who came out Saturday didn’t turn a report in to anyone! Yikes! I got a responsive (I hope) person from the home warranty company on the phone. She’s supposed to try to expedite the shipment of the part. We’ll see.

I can get my office toasty warm if I crank the little heater up high enough. I’m kind of scared to, though. We’re eating out and shopping a lot.

Please send warm thoughts our way. We went and bought new space heaters today, ones that we hope won’t short out and quit.

(snow photo and dice from http://www.morguefile.com/)
(atom from http://www.dreamstime.com/)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Guest Post: The World According to Birders


I totally goofed up today and did not post my guest blog for James M. Jackson! He got it to me in plenty of time and neglected to post this! I can't not do it, though. You'll LOVE it. Here's a bit about Jim:

JAMES M JACKSON is the author of Bad Policy for Barking Rain Press. Known as James Montgomery Jackson on his tax return and to his mother whenever she was really mad at him, he splits his time between the woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and Georgia’s low country. Jim has published a book on contract bridge, One Trick at a Time: How to start winning at bridge, as well as numerous short stories and essays.

Please visit http://jamesmjackson.com/Novels/novels.html where he has a continuing updated list of places that carry the book and http://bit.ly/146LaXR where people can read the first 4 chapters and get a 35% off coupon from Barking Rain Press.



Now, here's his post~~~~~

I have been a birder (note, not bird watcher) for over 35 years. Most birders keep lists: a life list of all the different birds they have seen, state lists, county lists, backyard lists (where I spotted this red-shouldered hawk). Many keep total lists as well as lists for each year. I was the same way for the first half of my birding life, but since then other interests have captured more of my time and attention.

My partner, Jan, and I love road trips. For me, there is nothing like seeing a biome first-hand to start to understand its history, its people, and yes, its birds. Neither one of us had been to the Rio Grande valley. 
This January we rectified that gap in our experiences.

While we enjoy road trips on our own, I know I learn more about a region using professionally guided field trips. In addition to the guide there were eight of us on the tour. Jan is not a birder. She enjoys seeing the geography, loves walking outdoors and prefers looking at ducks because they are big and stay still. Those LBJs (little brown jobbers) that flit from perch to perch, hiding behind leaves are not very interesting to her.

One of our other members was a new birder. Several had been in the area several times and had joined the trip in hopes of seeing two or three specific birds they had previously missed. My rusty skills left me in the middle of the pack between these two extremes. And frankly, these days I would just as soon spend an hour watching a robin working over a pile of leaves for a morsel as see a brand new bird. But truth be told, I would not drive hours to see a robin, but I would for a new-for-me bird!



One of the things I do when I’m not out looking at birds is write. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy seeing different parts of the country. I won’t place a character in a locale if I don’t have some experience there.


If the birding is slow, I start to think about how a story might fit a particular local. For example, the Rio Grande is not very wide and the Border Patrol folks travel the river in high-speed boats you can hear ten minutes before they arrive. So smugglers…

Or I start thinking about how characteristics of the people I’m traveling with might flesh out a story. Some people are like the long-billed curlew above right or the common pauraque above left, whose camouflage makes it seem one with the environment. You need to look closely at the curlew picture to see how long its bill is. And if you don’t already know where the bird is, you may never spot it in the field, even though it’s almost two feet tall. If someone had not pointed out the common pauraque I would have passed it by.

Others stick out like this green kingfisher. They wear bright colors as if to say, “Look at me! Look at me!” When we do look closely, we notice the mud on its bill from capturing a tasty morsel from the mud.

Some just want to be left alone, like this yellow-crowned night heron trying to ignore me while I took its picture. Some, like this scaled quail, have no clue of the impression they make on others as they go about their business.


Now being a birder is not without its problems, one of which is being engrossed in a movie when from the middle of an Amazonian jungle comes the haunting ululation of a common loon. The call might be perfect for the mood of the scene, but someone would have to kidnap a common loon to get it to visit a South American jungle. It’s North American and prefers open water.

Sometimes the sound techs will get a bird in the right habitat, but wrong season, and I’ll hear a warbler signing its mating song in the middle of winter.

I use my love of the outdoors and of birds in my writing. None of my characters, so far, has been an avid birder. Seamus McCree, the protagonist of my mystery Bad Policy, does enjoy birding and often makes references to birds.

For example, Seamus’s girlfriend (a bodyguard) has been away on business for a long time and Seamus is wondering what their status is but hasn’t figured out how to resolve the situation. He takes a run in a nearby park and the comparison between his life and what is natural slaps him in the face.

On my run, I purposefully slowed my pace and added a loop to include Burnett Woods, where the trees sang with spring bird migration in full swing. Coupling was in the air and in the woods. I was having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. If you don’t like the way things are going, I chided myself, do something different.

Seamus also uses his grounding in bird nature to make comparisons. He and his son are eating. He has no appetite because someone has just been killed. Not so his son, Paddy.

Paddy, who still had the metabolism of a hummingbird, eyed my plate and at my nod swapped his empty one for mine.


We learn Seamus feeds birds in this sequence when he is being interrogated by the police and first finds out why they have taken him in for questioning.

“When were you last in your basement?” [the cop asked]
“My basement? I have no clue. Maybe to get food for my bird feeders? Tuesday? Wednesday?” I wracked my mind trying to piece together the last week, but my sleep-deprived brain didn’t work. “Look. I’m tired. I’m hungry. I want to help because whatever you’re investigating, I didn’t do it. Is Abigail okay? What happened?”
Lewis snapped his fingers at the sergeant who brought over a 4x6 print, which he laid face down on the table between Lewis and me.
“Go ahead,” Lewis said. “Take a look.”
I searched their faces for a clue, but they sported flat cop eyes—daring me to turn over the photo. Instinctively, I picked it up by its edges. Not that I didn’t trust them…actually, I didn’t trust them. For whatever reason, I mentally counted to three before flipping the print over. I gagged. A nude man, his face blown away by a shotgun blast, elbows, knees, and ankles shattered, burn marks on his chest, sat in my basement on one of my porch chairs. Orange adjustable straps, just like the ones I owned, held his body to the chair.

All those scenes from Bad Policy took place in the Cincinnati area where we lived for many years. Now that we’ve visited the Rio Grande Valley, I might be able to add a future scene from that area—as long as the point of view is from a character who hasn’t spent much time there. If the character actually lived in the area, I’d have to go back and study it more---hmm, that’s not such a bad idea…


 ~ Jim



Some of the Throes of Moving


The two things I hate leaving most (besides friends and family) are my doctor and my hairdresser. It’s such a pain to have to break new ones in! My husband and I are both getting shaggy, so we’d better get on that one soon.

One thing I thought I wouldn’t have to do is find a new place to bank for my Kaye George business account. However, my Texas credit union isn’t going to work here. I was told they do some sort of remote/share banking with Tennessee credit unions. However, after spending eons on hold with them (at the TN credit union!), I found out that business accounts are not eligible for that. Ugh. So today I’ll open an account with a local credit union, then start to switch all the associations: Amazon, B&N’s Pubit, PayPal, Createspace, Smashwords, Untreed Reads, and probably some that I’ve forgotten. Some of those pay directly to PayPal (I’m pretty sure Untreed Reads does), so maybe that job won’t be as bad as I’m thinking it will be.

We got some new furniture delivered yesterday. We left our dressers behind when we left Taylor for Hubbard in June of last year. I bought a new dresser in Waco, while we were in Hubbard, but Cliff didn’t. Now we both have new ones! It is SUCH a pain living out of a suitcase in your own home.

Our new house has a lovely sunroom in the back, overlooking our yard and the woods at the foot of our property. Our other new purchase was a small round table and four chairs for that sunroom. Can’t wait for my first cup of tea at my new table. In fact, I’m going to go make that right now.

Meanwhile, writing-wise, I’m in the midst of galley proofs for EINE KLEINE MURDER and they’re going very well! I hope to finish well before my 20-day deadline.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Guest blogger and contest! F.M. Meredith



  I'm pleased to be hosting prolific mystery writer, F.M. Meredith, sometimes known as Marilyn. Please be sure and notice the comment at the bottom about her contest!

Places I’ve Traveled as a Writer

Never would I have gone to Anchorage, Alaska if it hadn’t been for Left Coast Crime first and a few years later, Bouchercon. The first time, I also visited a school in a tiny village called Kwithlik. To get there, I traveled in a Suburban on a frozen river. (Scary!) The second time, I stayed in Wasilla with a Native friend who I met on the first visit.

church in New Orleans
My first and only trip to New York City was to attend Edgar week and the Edgar awards. I was in awe the whole time I was there—it looks just like it does in the movies and TV.  (I know that sounds dumb, but I couldn’t help just staring at everything that seemed so familiar.) From there, my friend and I took the train to Washington DC and then on to Arlington, VA for Malice Domestic. I attended Malice a second time and included a visit to my husband’s hometown in Cambridge MD.

Hawaii
When I was asked to be an instructor at the Maui Writers Retreat, I didn’t hesitate a moment to pack my bags and jump on a plane. Of course I took hubby too, and he had a great time while I was busy working with students all day. Besides being in a beautiful place, I had a great time.

Because of various mystery cons, I’ve visited places I’d never have thought of visiting, sometime with hubby sometimes by myself: Bellevue and Seattle WA, Austin, El Paso, Plano and San Antonio TX, Madison and Milwaukee WI, New Orleans LA, Oklahoma City OK, Orlando and Tampa FL, Nashville TN, Portland OR, and Virginia Beach, VA.

We fell in love with Omaha NE when Mayhem in the Midlands (now sadly no more) met there for ten years.

Though I may have visited Las Vegas and Reno NV with my hubby, I’ve also gone there for writers’ conferences.

Sedona AZ
I’ve been to one end of California (Crescent City and Redding in the North, to Temecula and Dana Point in the South) and from coast to coast, giving talks at writers’ conferences and attending Left Coast Crimes and Bouchercons.

Now I’m back on the road again to promote the latest in my Rocky Bluff P.D. series, Dangerous Impulses. I’m headed to Epicon in Vancouver WA this month. and have various places in California to go. In July it’ll be off to Vegas for the Public Safety Writers Association’s annual conference.

Thank you, Kaye for letting me tell you about places I’ve been. It’s been a wonderful experience with great memories.

Now a bit about Dangerous Impulses:

An attractive new-hire captivates Officer Gordon Butler, Officer Felix Zachary’s wife Wendy is befuddled by her new baby, Ryan and Barbara Strickland receive unsettling news about her pregnancy, while the bloody murder of a mother and her son and an unidentified drug that sickens teenaged partiers jolts the Rocky Bluff P.D.
Buy it here: http://tinyurl.com/byxomtk

Contest:

The person who comments on the most blog posts on this tour may have a character named after him or her in the next Rocky Bluff P.D. crime novel or choose a book from the previous titles in the Rocky Bluff P.D. series in either paper or for Kindle.

Rocky Bluff P.D. Series:

Though each book in the Rocky Bluff P.D. series is written as a stand-alone, I know there are people who like to read a series in order. From the beginning to the end:

Final Respects
Bad Tidings
Fringe Benefits
Smell of Death
No Sanctuary
An Axe to Grind
Angel Lost
No Bells
Dangerous Impulses

F. M. Meredith’s Bio:
F.M. is also known as Marilyn Meredith, the author of the Deputy Tempe Crabtree series. She first became interested in writing about law enforcement when she lived in a neighborhood filled with police officers and their families. The interest was fanned when her daughter married a police officer and the tradition has continued with a grandson and grandson-in-law who are deputies. She’s also serves on the board of the Public Safety Writers Association, and has many friends in different law enforcement fields. For twenty plus years, she and her husband lived in a small beach community located in Southern California much like the fictional Rocky Bluff. She is a member of three chapters of Sisters in Crime, Epic, and Mystery Writers of America.

And I’m on Facebook and Twitter as MarilynMeredith

Tomorrow I’m visiting here: http://deniseweeks.blogspot.com/