About Hart Johnson by Hart Johnson (and myself)


Hart at a book signing – note the covers…

I ‘met’ Hart Johnson in the halls of Amazon during one of the past ABNA (Amazon Breakout Novel Award) competitions.  It is a wonderful experience, and what made it worthwhile for me was the sheer amount of good advice and camaraderie that I encountered.  It was priceless. 

Writers are a generous lot.  We like to share – experiences, tips, advice, commiseration and cheering.  Hart definitely did her share then and now, with a very enjoyable, signature smile.

If you like good writing, she does it, whether you encounter it on her blog, her facebook page or in the pages of her books.  Since she has another installment in her Cozy Mystery series (Penguin) coming out, I asked her if I might feature her on my blog.  She gave a gracious ‘yes’ response, and here she is.

Hart is very visible (links and information are at the end of this interview) and others better than me have interviewed her.  I thought I’d just pose some random questions.  I’m glad I did:

You’re a writer. Why?

I think because reality never quite follows my plan. Then again my fiction doesn’t always follow my plan either, but at least when it doesn’t, I’m in charge of the punishment.

Hobby, distraction or job – what is Writing to you?

I would SO love this to be my job, but sadly, I’ve reached a position of power in my household and now all these needy people depend on ME for a regular income *cough* Hopefully AT LEAST by the time my son finishes college (he is a high school freshman now) and that particular bill is off the table and two dependents are off my insurance, I will be able to make the switch.

If you’re like many of the writers I know, you do something else to put bread on the table, at least for the moment. That takes a large chunk out of the day. How do you squeeze writing time in?
It started with filling the time that was formerly the ‘read with childings’ time—first my daughter, then my son, as they hit middle school, gave up reading with me and I’d been stealing just a little time to write before that, but I took first the one 45 minutes, then the other, and suddenly I had two hours a night… and I mean EVERY night. (and nobody even missed it)–And yes… initially it was almost ALL in the bathtub.

The bathtub?  When I think of the wasteland of dunked books I managed to generate during my attempts to read and soak, I am in awe! 
(*Ahem*)

A word utterly escapes you. You know what you want and it is not popping into your head. The perfect word – AWOL! What do you do?
See, this is one of the reasons I love writing… I write my long description of the word I’m looking for and can’t find and know it will come to me as I fall asleep or in the shower or on a power walk and I can fill it in later. This doesn’t work NEARLY as well in face to face conversations, though I DO try.

People like to read books that interest and entertain them. I have noticed, though, that an interesting and entertaining author also gets a following. What is there about you that people might like to follow? Don’t be shy.
Thus far, my only published stuff has a combo of humor and twisty plot. I think my characters are fun and likable, but each with an annoying quirk or two. I like smart female leads who stick up for themselves and more often rescue than having to be rescued. And while I appreciate beautiful PERFECT language choices, I think my language choice tends to be minimally intrusive… it is a story I’m telling, not a poem. Which I think makes me approachable for people who just want to take a break and escape a while.

Someone said once that a good book was a place to lose yourself happily for a space of time…

Speaking seriously about the craft of writing, what tools or procedures do you consider absolutely essential?

My advice is ALWAYS to let go a little. Just write and don’t worry if it’s good. No first draft is good already (well, there are probably some, but not nearly as many as there are writers confident in their first drafts)–write write write. Get the story out. Then SET IT ASIDE. Read something GOOD. Read something BAD. Give feedback to a friend. So when you come back to your work to edit you have cleansed your palette and hopefully learned a few things. You are more objective with some distance and can see what is both good and bad… Edit… THEN get feedback from somebody ELSE (and read good and bad and give feedback)… A few rounds of this is you are probably getting there. I really don’t think it is possible without TIME and FEEDBACK though.

What else is in the works for you? A sequel to Begonia Bribe, perhaps? Or anything else?
I’ve turned in a third Garden Society Mystery to my editor at Penguin, so there is at least that, and it’s DONE (well, other than copy editing). I hope they ask me to do a couple more—I have plots worked out for two others. But in the meantime, I have a couple YA novels in the editing stage, one mystery that is a little sassier than cozy (called What Ales Me—a Microbrewery based mystery in Portland: A reader called it a cross between Cozy and Noir). And then I have two Armageddon stories I am thinking about publishing serially (one adult, one YA)… the Microbrewery Mystery will probably be first out of the docket, as I think my agent and publisher will go for that as a series. The others, I have to start from scratch for selling.

OK, we have an open forum here: what would you like to say?
You know… writing is probably the greatest compulsion a person can get sucked into. It allows for escape and imagination, while encouraging us to open the wide filter on the world and see all the great possibilities. We get to push our brains into new places all the time, then rope them back in to create elegance. And unlike my former ‘dreams’ (first I wanted to be a trapeze artist, then a movie star) this one is largely in our control.
If we just keep working at it long enough, we will eventually be good enough to share… And not only that, it is one of the few undertakings that somebody ELSE creating something fabulous doesn’t threaten us. In fact it helps us. Because the more great stories there are out there, the more readers there will be looking for still more stories. So we can love and support each other in earnest.

(Thank you, Hart.  That last paragraph needs to be set aside and written in bold.  And, perhaps, memorized.  At least for this writer.)


The Begonia Bribe is Hart Johnson’s latest mystery in the Garden Club series.  For myself, aside from the interesting ‘blurb’, and the fact that I spent some years within smiling distance of Roanoke, I have to love a story with a radio-TV station named WONK!

Roanoke, Virginia, is home to some of the country’s most exquisite gardens, and it’s Camellia Harris’s job to promote them. But when a pint-sized beauty contest comes to town, someone decides to deliver a final judgment … 

A beauty pageant for little girls—the Little Miss Begonia Pageant—has decided to hold their event in a Roanoke park. Camellia is called in to help deal with the botanical details, the cute contestants, and their catty mothers. She soon realizes that the drama onstage is nothing compared to the judges row. There’s jealousy, betrayal, and a love triangle involving local newsman—and known lothario—Telly Stevens. And a mysterious saboteur is trying to stop the pageant from happening at all. 

But the drama turns deadly when Stevens is found dead, poisoned by some sort of plant. With a full flowerbed of potential suspects, Cam needs to dig through the evidence to uproot a killer with a deadly green thumb.
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 Hart Johnson (aka: Alyse Carlson) writes books from her bathtub and can be found at:

Confessions of a Watery Tart: http://waterytart23.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HartJohnson

Thanks, Hart!

Re-Release of Pharaoh’s Son


I am delighted to announce that the revised edition of Pharaoh’s Son is now up and running on Kindle.  It will be available in paperback later this week.

Years ago, I saw a photo of a huge (40 ft high) statue that had stood before a large building in what had once been the imperial city of Memphis, now ruined.  It had fallen over.  I looked it and thought ‘I wonder what it was like when that monolith went over…’  And that is how Pharaoh’s Son came about.

Anyone who writes know how story lines seem to go on.  In this case, other stories, taking place before and after Pharaoh’s Son, occurred to me, and I now have a series that I call The Memphis Cycle because of their connection to the city.  I was writing along a timeline, and facts of that timeline, that I had not yet developed when Pharaoh’s Son first was written, were missing from that book.

I am releasing the second book in the Memphis Cycle at the end of this month.  In addition to redesigning the covers for the series, I took time to review and rewrite portions of Pharaoh’s Son to bring it into line with the rest of cycle.

..and it is now out on Kindle.

Here’s the link:
http://www.amazon.com/Pharaohs-Son-Memphis-Cycle-ebook/dp/B0055OPNHQ/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1368448593&sr=1-3&keywords=diana+wilder

*Phew!  Now to release Mourningtide.

Small Celebration – PROOFREADING aids!


Small or large?  This is a good question.

Let me just say that I am celebrating several things.  They have to do with a book I reissued in Kindle, with a new cover, part of a series, free on KDP.

Celebrating?  What?

Well, let’s see:

1.  the cover design.  I’m happy with it.  I already posted about that, but

2.  I decided to do a trial run with Microsoft Office (free for 30 days; monthly fee after that)
It made inserting clickable chapters and such absolutely easy, and – but I’m getting ahead of myself.

So, the book is free.  I want to make certain it’s the best it can be.  I get it set up for Kindle which, with this new MS application, is easy.

I then update the paperback.

Typesetting error (insert loud ‘ARGH!’)  I pull up the thing, find the problem, fix it, I think…  Then I see the page numbering, which is all messed up.  At this point, uttering curses, I settle down to fix the pagination which, trust me, is a major pain. 

It was not.  This new MsWord is a dream.

All done.  I’m celebrating!  …And I hope you all have something really good to celebrate this weekend!

To Err is Human. To Really Foul Up…


Finish the sentence…

(Hint:  …Requires a Computer…)

It is very true.

I was up till 1AM last night updating A Killing Among the Dead (which, by the way, is free today through Saturday on Amazon – Grab a copy HERE   It’s part of my wind-up for the release of Mourningtide  at the end of the month.  Next week I’ll be interviewing the Main Character.  Should be interesting: he’s a King) and I started getting messages from my computer – amazing how smug they sound, too –

We Cannot Display The Website…

(…and you know darned well that they are adding the inaudible rider You Blithering Idiot…  )

WHAT???  (I am never at my best at 1AM)  I have everything done right!  Can’t you READ CODE???

It seems to be resolving without my having to resort to hurling my laptop out the window, but at the moment a cruise to the South Pacific might just be what I need to chill out.

What was I doing?  Adjusting the cover graphics for my book. 

Here it is.


(Sigh.  And to think I consider writing relaxing and graphics work energizing…)

Have a wonderful day, folks!

Color-Starved by Winter – ah, Spring!


I love most seasons, though I admit that the seasons that hold February and August sometimes wear my patience a little thin.  Nevertheless, each season has its own beauty, from the splendor of Autumn to the silvery pastels of winter.  Scents, sights, sounds-all combine to fill the passing seasons with their own special pleasures.

My favorite?  Autumn, I think, though it’s near thing.

Spring, though, where you watch breathlessly as the first crocus pushes its way up through the curls of dry oak leaves, comes close.

By springtime I am ready to turn my shoulder on the silvery pastels and clean-washed skies of winter (and the ‘snirt’ – snow with dirt that edges roadways) and seek color and fragrance.

That is when I head to the local greenhouses.   I went this morning.

One place was a riot of Impatiens and begonias, sitting in hanging baskets or pots ready to be put on front doorsteps.  I admit to a weakness for pansies.  A bowl of them is on my front step right now – velvety amethyst and midnight blue petals.

People walked along the rows of plants, looking for purple torenia (I love those) or gazing dreamily at flowering almond shrubs.  I like the flats of ground cover (and delighted I was to discover that periwinkle – Vinca – is now growing in my yard).

Reds always catch my attention – the many colors of red or reddish that you see in geraniums, begonias or red salvia (which I don’t care for).  I did select poppies in coral and tender red to put in an ornamental garden with a stone bench, a wind chime, two stepping stones, black mulch and white river rocks as a border.  (My sister gets credit for the design.)

One of the workers at the greenhouse smiled when she saw that I was purchasing Summersweet, which blooms in July and August and attracts hummingbirds.  “Very wise of you!  People are so tired of winter and they want color, and so they get what’s in bloom and in a month have a boring garden!”

Hm.  I hadn’t thought of it that way.

I bought bunny tail grass (guess what it looks like) and then spent the rest of the time sighing over heliotrope, sniffing roses, dithering over rich wine-colored pansies (did I mention that pansies, violets, violas and Johnny-jump-ups are my favorite?)

I spent some time in Hawaii as a child, among plumerias, birds of paradise and the other lovely flowers.  Back in the mainland US, we were all exclaiming over buttercups, daisies and irises.

The big challenge now is to plant the things.  I don’t know how many flats of geraniums have given up the ghost while I fiddled around doing other things.

Not this time, though!




Reflections on my A to Z Experience


Well, I survived the A to Z Challenge.  I’d seen blog posts with that notation months ago and thought, “What is this?”  So I looked into it.  “That would be fun!” I thought.  Then I signed up.

(Stay with me, here.  I’ll get to the point)

I came up with a theme (after someone mentioned a ‘reveal’ and I thought ‘Hmmmm…  A theme…  How cool!’  And I read what people said, both the ‘guides’ and the ‘participants’ about not doing it at the last moment, understanding that you will be swamped, and minimizing the impact of the commitment.

Now, right before the start of A to Z a couple things happened.  I committed to publish a book the end of May.  I committed to revise its sequel (on the timeline, previously published)  for release May 15.  I was in the middle of a huge project at work – I nearly dropped out. But, darn it!, I’d promised.  If not anyone else (face it, I don’t get a lot of traffic), I’d promised myself.  It meant a lot to me to be able to finish.

So what worked well: the camaraderie.  The knowledgeable participants.  The guidance we received from ‘the team’.

What didn’t work well (for me): replying to comments.  I was too darned busy.  I was overcommitted and I was Tired.   I could not keep up my end of the bargain.  I will be going back through my posts and responding to comments and visiting the various blogs.  I hope the list will still be up.  There was so much to see. 

A lot of thought went into making things fun and easy. I did pay attention to the leaders’ comments, and I ran into some blogs that I just loved.  Lots of them.  Of the top of my head, a woman who goes thrift shopping – fun!  The artist who crochets flowers, someone in the UK who is into genealogy.  The dragon lair (well…I knew of that one before, and enjoyed when I was able to stick my head in).  People I knew and followed were lots of fun to watch.

The bottom line is that A to Z was well run and a lot of effort went into making it enjoyable to participate in and to visit.  What I will do differently next year (yeah, I’m signing up) is:

1.  don’t overcommit.  This was a singular occurrence, and I’ll make jolly sure it doesn’t happen again.

2.  do as much in advance as I can, so that I can…

3.  actively participate in visits and comments.

4.  READ THE INSTRUCTIONS

5.  Chill out.

6.  Smile.  It was fun while it lasted and it is great in retrospect.

Celebrating – A Task Finished


SMALL CELEBRATIONS
It’s good to be able to open your eyes to the things around you that are worth celebrating, even if they are as small (relatively speaking) as a smile from a stranger that you know would easily become a friend.  Stepping into a brisk May breeze, watching the flowers push their way through the soil, even though you know jolly well you’re a terrible gardener.
Today, though, I’m celebrating completing a task I’d been thinking of for a long time.


I’m writing a series of historical fiction set in Egypt and centered around the city of Memphis.  It is known as ‘The Memphis Cycle’, and that city, and the families that lived and ruled there, provide the thread that ties the stories together.  Three are published, one is  coming out the end of May, another should be coming out in November, and four others are in varying stages of development.  
 
Here are covers 1 & 2.  #2 is scheduled to be published May 31:
 
 
The covers fell into a sort of theme – statuary or sculptures against a background that referred to something in the story.  As the series developed, I began to want them to be visible as a related group.  So I redesigned them, keeping the original ‘art’ work, but putting that into a framework specific to the stories..  These are covers #3 and 4.  #3 is projected to be published November.
 

The line under the image is a hieroglyphic text with the name and attributes of the king ruling at the time of the story.  It seems to be working out.  Here are covers 5 and 6.  #5 is in the works, but it is an involved story and will need another year (maybe two) to complete properly.  #7 is out. 

 

 

What really tickles me is that my entire family is artistic and I guess maybe I can pretend to be. (Pretend is the word, too.) For example, while I work with photographic images for my covers, the figure crouching in the corner of Lord of the Two Lands is my own work and is a silhouette drawing. But I’m celebrating, for certain. It’s something I’ve wanted to do in a long time, and it’s coming on the heels of a new release and a reissue.

So join me in a cup of cyber tea, a glass of cyber wine, a stoup of cyber ale, or maybe some cyber lemonade. I’m celebrating!

 

A Thought for Thursday


…Courtesy of the late, great Shel Silverstein.

I ran across this quote and loved it so much, I put together a graphic for it.

Tomorrow, I’ll be posting some more graphics (book covers) for the small celebrations blog spot.

Zulu – the Final Song


(A to Z is done today.  I enjoyed participating.  Next year I won’t have so much going on (I hope) and will be able to visit the other blogs more.  I’ll be doing that over the next week or so – there was so much to see and enjoy, and I want to do that.  Thank you to all who visited and to those who commented.  I will be returning the courtesy.)

I started this month with one of my very favorite songs, Africa by Toto.  Africa has always struck a chord with me – magnificent, huge, varied and beautiful.  From the Ashanti empire to Egypt, from the savannahs to the desert – there is something splendid wherever you look.

Years ago I watched a movie, Zulu, that told of the battle of Rorke’s Drift during the Anglo-Zulu wars.  A fort staffed by Welsh and English soldiers fought a large Zulu army over the course of several days.  At the end, as the English troops were waiting to be overrun and butchered, having sung Men of Harlech (another great song with a wonderful history), the Zulus rose above the circling hills, sang, as they had before the fighting … and turned and walked off.

It was a magnificent moment, a generous tribute from one group of fighting men to another.


Then, of course, the debate began.  “Never happened!”  “Hah!  they had somewhere else to go and didn’t have time to butcher the others!”  “What a daydream!” 

Well, I write historical fiction, which means that I have had to research a lot of historical facts.  Over and over again I have found instances of generosity, heroism, kindness and courage.  We are, after all, dealing with humans.  There are creeps – and there are heroes.  I choose to watch the heroes.

Here is the song.  Ah…  Africa…

Y = Dogs and Cats


Everyone needs a good laugh on a Monday morning.  I have been posting songs that meant a lot to me, that made me think, and one or two that made me chuckle.  Today’s offering was written and composed by a man who was responsible for most of the truly clever lyrics found in songs from the thirties through the sixties. 

Deft turns of phrase, sly humor were the hallmarks of Cole Porter’s work.  I wanted to use Begin the Beguine, or a couple others, but they were ruled out this past month.

But while ‘You’ sung by the Carpenters, or ‘You’ve Got a Friend’ by James Taylor, ‘Yellow Submarine’ by the Beatles or – what I was going to chose – Year of the Cat by Al Stewart were strong runners, I present instead…

 

The Yale Fight Song by (then) undergraduate Cole Porter: 

Bulldog!  Bulldog!
Bow, wow, wow
Eli Yale
Bulldog!  Bulldog!
Bow, wow, wow
Our team can never fail

When the sons of Eli
Break through the line
That is the sign we hail
Bulldog!  Bulldog!
Bow, wow, wow
Eli Yale!

 …and here is a splendid recreation of the moment when Mr. Porter presented the song (from ‘Night and Day’)

CLICK HERE

If you’ve had enough jolliness, I present my real top choice:

Graphics by Yours Truly.  The cat’s name is Frida…

The Year of the Cat:

THE VIDEO:

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat.

She doesn’t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow ’till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There’s a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

She looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what’s waiting inside
The year of the cat.

Well morning comes and you’re still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you’ve thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you’re bound to leave her
But for now you’re going to stay
In the year of the cat.