Recent Reading

A couple of weeks ago, when the Romance Writers of America RITA® nominations were announced, I was about halfway through reading The Welcome Committee of Butternut Creek, by Jane Myers Perrine, and I was delighted to see it listed as a nominee in the category Novel with Strong Romantic Elements.  I looked for it first in the Inspirational category, because it was published by Faith Words, the Inspirational Divison of the Hachette Group.  But I think the book is right where it belongs.

I had picked Welcome Committee up one night when I wanted something warm and comfortable to read, and it just filled the Welcome Committee of Butternut Creekbill.  It tells the story of a very young, newly-minted minister who arrives in a small town in Texas to take over a church, not knowing what to expect from the congregation or his new life.  Oh, he’s taken classes in church management at the seminary, but that’s not the same as real experience.  And he’s in for some new experiences, particularly at the hands of the Widows, a couple of ladies of the congregation who believe, among other things, that a minister should be married.

The Widows don’t give up on their new minister, but they set meddling in his life aside to concentrate on a damaged war vet and his physical therapist, two characters who have the reader pulling for them from their first appearance.

Jane Perrine, who is an ordained minister herself, never preaches.  She writes about life in a small town church, and about people who try to do the right thing and care about one another.  The next book in the series, The Matchmakers of Butternut Creek, is at the top of my Books To Buy list, and The Wedding Planners of Butternut Creek will be out in the fall.

Earlier this year I read another of Jane Perrine’s books, Miss Prim, a Regency romance written several years ago and published by Avalon, recently resissued on paper and for the Kindle by Amazon.  Miss Prim is the story of Lady Louisa Walker, whose staid and well-regulated spinsterhood is turned completely upside down by an old flame who pulls her into wild adventures involving French spies, a race across the countryside, and a mysterious baby.

I haven’t managed a lot of reading time since the first of the year.  Busy at work and with RWA activities, and far less writing than I’d like to claim.  I’ve read three good mysteries, Janet Evanovich’s Notorious Nineteen (who really cares about the mystery when the characters are so much fun?), Marcia Muller’s Looking for Yesterday (I’ve been following Sharon McCone’s cases–and life–since she first appeared in Edwin of the Iron Shoes in 1977), and Margaret Maron’s The Buzzard Table (Judge Deborah Knott is another series character I have followed from the beginning).

Currently I’m enjoying Colleen Thompson’s Passion to Protect, an edge-of-the-seat romantic suspense novel.  The Steampunk book is on my coffee table, with a book mark very near the beginning.  The book on The Searchers is there, too, without one.  On my Kindle I’m following a serial, Falling for Frederick by Cheryl Bolen.

Yesterday I stopped at the local Barnes & Noble to look for a copy of my Starcatcher sister Amy Raby’s first release, Assassin’s Gambit.  I found it on the New In Paperback kiosk in the middle of the store and stopped to take a picture of the book “in the wild” to send to Amy.  There I was, on one knee with my camera, when I realized a man was watching me.  “My friend’s first book,” I explained.  “Wouldn’t it be more help to buy it and read it?” he asked.  “I will,” I promised, “but I also want to send her a picture.”  Apparently satisfied, he nodded and walked away.  Without reporting me to store security.

 

Welcome, 2013!

The weather has been grey today, the temperature dropping from a morning high of 57 degrees.  I went out to get my newspaper at 8:30 and haven’t been out the door since.  I spent a chunk of the morning (after reading the paper and watching an old Perry Mason episode) dithering over all the Productive Tasks I thought I should accomplish on my day off.  I have lists of them, on my computer monitor, on scraps of paper, in my head.  Pieces I need to write, tasks for my RWA chapter, sections of the house to clean and declutter, and so on.  I’m not very good at relaxing.

I finally convinced myself that this was a Day Off, for heaven’s sake, and I settled on the couch with Nutmeg the cat, a Mysteries in the Museum marathon running on the background TV, and Janet Evanovich’s Notorious Nineteen.  Stephanie Plum’s insane adventures kept me entertained all afternoon, as she and Lula tracked down a few bad guys, blew up a few cars, and made me laugh out loud more than once.

I haven’t had (or given myself) too many chances to sit down and read a book for a while.  I used to read a hundred or more books a year easily, but it’s harder to do that when you work full time at a paying job and take up writing as your other job.  Doesn’t leave a lot of time, and it’s way too easy to fall asleep over even a good book late at night.

This year I read 39 books.  Yes, I keep a list (you mean not everyone does?).  Ten romances (six on paper, four on Kindle), ranging from Regency (Cheryl Bolen) to steampunk (Zoe Archer), paranormal (Darynda Jones) to inspirational (Deeanne Gist), mostly contemporary settings.  I would read more romance–I have stacks of them To Be Read–if I wasn’t writing romance myself.  I suppose I’m afraid of seepage.  And, of course, if I had more time, because I love other genres, too.

I read nine mystery novels (only one on Kindle) this year, mostly on the humorous end, by Diane Kelly, Elaine Viets, Joan Hess, Susan M. Boyer, and Spencer Quinn, with Marcia Muller on the more serious side and Margaret Maron in the middle.   I only read five science fiction novels (one on Kindle), although it’s not easy to draw a line–Zoe Archer’s romance titles are also science fiction, and Sharon Lynn Fisher’s Ghost Planet is also a romance.

I also read four uncategorized mainstream novels, two on Kindle and two on paper, and eleven non-fiction books (six on Kindle, five on paper).  Of the non-fiction, four were on writing topics and three on social media.  The others included a gorgeously illustrated book on all things steampunk and a massive (but fascinating) biography of Queen Elizabeth II.

Here on my blog, WordPress tells me, I published 81 posts in 2012, with 91 pictures.  I had 21,000 page views (I stand amazed!) by visitors from 96 countries (most of them from the US, with significant numbers from Canada, the UK and Australia).  My most-read posts all concern the TV show Hell on Wheels;  that was hardly my goal when I began blogging, but I do find the show fascinating, and I’m looking forward to the next season.

On the writing front, I’m afraid I’ve been more involved in RWA activities than in actual writing.  I’ve served as president of the West Houston chapter (that’s a chunk of the To Do list on my computer monitor right there), been a finalist in the Golden Heart contest for the second year in a row, and traveled to the RWA national conference in Anaheim.  I’ve written columns and articles for my chapters’ newsletters.  I’ve done quite a bit of editing/revising/polishing, begun a new novel, and I’m learning to use Scrivener.

So, in short, I always have two or three bookmarks in play, even if I don’t get through the books as fast as I used to.  I’m building my “Internet platform,” but only as fast as I enjoy doing so.  And I’m pretty much always planning, plotting, or writing something.  I hope to continue all of this through 2013.  Maybe I’ll even manage to clean the rest of the house and hire someone to do something about my yard.  And remodel the bathrooms.  Maybe.

Happy New Year 2013

Dark Moments and Cliffhangers

Last week at lunch after the monthly West Houston RWA meeting, the conversation turned to a comparison of the Dark Moment in novels and the Cliffhanger Ending in series television.

Nobody wants to invest the time and effort of reading three or four hundred pages only to find an unresolved ending, with the possible exception of fans of long fantasy series.  ( I don’t include Janet Evanovich here–her cliffhangers only involve Stephanie Plum’s sex life, not the outcome of the novel’s plot.)  The television industry, however, often uses that Dark Moment, when every important character is in some sort of deep trouble, as a hook to bring the audience back for the next season.

That doesn’t always pay off.  The example my friend brought up, The Finder, won’t be back for a second season, so we’ll have to use our own imaginations to get the characters out of trouble.  A couple of years ago Stargate Universe ended with the crew going into stasis to attempt the crossing to another, safer galaxy.  But they were one pod short, and Eli Wallace stayed out in hopes of fixing one more pod before the oxygen ran out.  I prefer to think that he succeeded, and that the ancient ship found them a safe and habitable planet to settle, but we’ll never know what the show’s writers had planned.  I’ll bet if I looked, though, I could find plenty of fan fiction on the subject.

I probably watch too much television.  The box is usually on when I’m home, although right now it’s playing the smooth jazz Music Choice channel.  I like to tell myself that well written TV gives me insight into character and story structure.  Truth is, I enjoy it.  But I often find myself discussing some show or another with writer friends, so I’m not the only one.  This season several of the shows I follow have ended in cliffhangers of one sort or another.

Spoilers Ahead:  If you’ve missed any of these shows, be warned.  (I’m still catching up with House and Smash myself.)

Once Upon a Time, a show impossible to describe to anyone who has not watched it, ended with everyone getting what they wanted–for a moment.  But one character dropped that suspicious magic vial down the well, and here comes the purple cloud, bringing . . . well, we won’t know that until next fall .  Dark moment, happy resolution, new disaster.

Bones ended with nobody getting what they wanted, with the possible exception of the computer genius who framed Brennan for murder.  Now Brennan’s on the run with baby Christine, leaving Booth behind.  We know Brennan didn’t do what she’s accused of, despite a mountain of evidence.  We know who did, and how, and how hard it will be to prove.  But we also know the Jeffersonian team will solve it.  The question hanging here is How?

NCIS ended with everyone in dire physical danger as a car bomb blew in the front of the building, with most of the crew inside.  Even Ducky was in trouble, the victim of an apparent heart attack on the beach.  (I’d be more worried about him if I hadn’t read on several entertainment news sites that David McCallum has signed a contract for two more seasons.  I’d really hate to lose Ducky.)  NCIS has been known to kill off important characters more than once (Kate Todd, Mike Franks), but I hope the team will all be back in the fall.

There was an explosion on Hawaii Five-O, too, but that was only the dark moment.  The cliffhanger saw Kono sinking into the Pacific, her hands and feet bound with duct tape, while Chin raced home to find his wife barely alive.  As if that weren’t enough, there’s Steve opening a door in Japan and meeting . . . his long-dead mother?

I’m beginning to see odd patterns popping up.  On the finale of Grimm, another hard-to-explain series, Nick’s comatose fiancee (victim of a magic potion delivered via cat scratch) opens her eyes in a very scary manner, his police partner sits in his house clutching a shotgun and close to a nervous breakdown, and the woman who rescues Nick from an attacker claims to be . . . his long-dead mother.

Good heavens, what a fountain of disasters!  My own stories never involve explosions (wait, there was the potting shed incident in Paper Hearts), but sleeping beauty spells, magic potions, and missing grandmothers are all grist for my mill.  Someone on the run from a false accusation, that’s a good one.  Give them what they want, and then snatch it away–works every time.  See?  It’s all story structure.

How do you feel about cliffhangers?  Do you worry all summer?  File them away until the next season starts?  Or do they annoy you so much that you never watch the show again?

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