Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

No writing shall be accomplished today, other than this blog post, which doesn't count! Does anyone else find writing difficult on a stuffed tummy? It's an excuse, I know, but today has been quite a full day with delights both gastronomical and personal. :) I've much to be thankful for this year, as always, and as a writer, some of the reasons I'm thankful include: my book contract and the promise of publication early next year, my husband who sometimes watches the kids and gives me time to be creative, the roof above my head and the computer on which I write, my mother who always has encouraged my writing, and most of all my Creator who gives me the thirst and passion and who fulfills His promises always.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

No fruitcake from me

Last week, I had the pleasure of attending a book signing for Margaret Maron's new book at Quail Ridge in Raleigh. What a fun event! The reading area was crammed full -- not a vacant seat in the house -- with fans of all demographics, men and women, young and old. The reading and signing were followed with coffee and fruitcake prepared by Maron herself... what a treat.

If you don't already know, Maron is a hugely successful local mystery writer whose books are fantastic reads and have won numerous awards. As a new writer, I look up to Maron. But as an awful cook, I know I won't even attempt to bring fruitcake along to my future book signings, Christmas-related or not. Please expect fun, fast-paced books from me, but don't get your hopes up that I'll be bringing tasty, complex, homemade concoctions to book signings (unless my mother-in-law, an accomplished southern cook, prepares it). If I can manage not to bake brownie batter from a box into concrete, or to actually cook the dough from a tube before eating it myself, or to figure out how to stop my biscuits from bouncing when accidentally dropped on the floor, I'll bring some to share, however!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

One of my favorite novels

One of my favorite novels is When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin. It's a novel about a lot of things (I desperately hate trying to summarize a book, especially this one, in a few sentences) but centers on a girl with a hole in her heart and a man who might be able to fix it. The storyline unfolds perfectly and Martin seamlessly combines so many wonderful literary and Biblical quotes and elements into the novel. Simply said, the novel is indescribably wonderful.

The book is completely different from John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany, another of my favorites, but something about the Martin's Crickets reminds me of Irving's novel. Perhaps it's how close I'm drawn to the characters, some of whom in both works are singularly unique, or how the characters' lives seem epic, or just the beauty of reading a modern masterpiece. 

I've not read a novel in the four months since I finished Crickets that's affected me so much. If you haven't yet, please read it.