tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25844038539893086882024-03-05T07:40:36.943-05:00Mystery Gal Blog by Deborah SharpMystery author Deborah Sharp's personal blog on life, writing and otherwiseDeborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-27926530270219673532011-10-18T07:34:00.003-05:002011-10-18T08:04:12.976-05:00Ain't Nothing Like a Dame<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq55AEjOAKrEV1RFz77OqCR82BhcmoE4nh9cBRf8qE9O1isrOuasrPvQCVSDsyEt-p4o0bQ1ZBZxeLUaGZkobLoCA1clUJ16aK0E3OmIT_eWiocbNSPYGp9qSwAOerDRgaF7bGW38SjMHc/s1600/damesontourNC2011.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq55AEjOAKrEV1RFz77OqCR82BhcmoE4nh9cBRf8qE9O1isrOuasrPvQCVSDsyEt-p4o0bQ1ZBZxeLUaGZkobLoCA1clUJ16aK0E3OmIT_eWiocbNSPYGp9qSwAOerDRgaF7bGW38SjMHc/s320/damesontourNC2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664816035728667858" /></a><br /><br />Is there anything better than a pajama party with fun girlfriends? <br /><br />That's exactly what my Dangerous Dames tour of North Carolina has felt like this past week. My pals and fellow mystery authors, <a href="http://julie-compton.com/">Julie Compton</a> and <a href="http://www.joannaslan.com/">Joanna Campbell Slan</a> have been fabulous traveling partners. North Carolina resident <a href="http://mysteryheel.blogspot.com/">Molly Weston</a>, our escort, den mother, and psychological counselor, has gone above and beyond the call of duty. Not only has she put us up (and put up with us), she's told funny stories, stuffed us full of wonderful, fattening food, and brought in wonderful readers from all over North Carolina's Triangle to share in the fun. What else could you ask of a pajama party planner?<br /> <br />The PJ party comes to mind as Julie and I sit here on the last morning at Molly's house.(Joanna left yesterday, and we miss her!) We're both in our pajamas, clicking away on our little netbooks, sipping our hot beverages of choice (tea for me; coffee for Julie). Writers spend half their life in their PJs. The other half, they spend gussied up, going out to book signings and events to talk about the book they just spent a year writing. <br /><br />The picture above features the gussied up Dames, Molly at the left, Joanna, me and Julie. I'll spare you the photo of us in our PJs, robes and fuzzy socks, sans make-up, hair products or glamor. That's the image, though, that I'll remember: gathered around Molly's kitchen table, the Dangerous Dames in their natural state. Just a quartet of gal pals throwing a PJ party.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-62904304937574075872011-09-08T17:45:00.020-05:002011-09-08T21:33:47.967-05:00The Big Ol' Blog Tour, 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMFA2MCSDFvPqOZ19OS8o2FFV7hvzKPiQ1jcqvC25ZocvGOcx7dcflLQzsteXbIMjCOji-d5xqUh5U2UiFCkk-Vfh68p2VYAB9I9ziKsIjISwo9bpwXqIB9vhdZd5t936B9jrsfwoyZP5X/s1600/starscameraboasmaller.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMFA2MCSDFvPqOZ19OS8o2FFV7hvzKPiQ1jcqvC25ZocvGOcx7dcflLQzsteXbIMjCOji-d5xqUh5U2UiFCkk-Vfh68p2VYAB9I9ziKsIjISwo9bpwXqIB9vhdZd5t936B9jrsfwoyZP5X/s320/starscameraboasmaller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650144261255424690" /></a><br />Somebody's got to help me remember where I'm supposed to be guest-blogging (it's clear I haven't remembered to blog here, at home room, for a good little while!)<br /><br />Today is the official release date of MAMA SEES STARS, the fourth book in my funny, Southern-fried Mace Bauer Mystery series. All the kids are doing blog tours, so I thought I'd try one, too. But I'm old, and kind of lazy ... so not only am I not making that many stops, I've also screwed up the scheduling through failure to plan and memory lapses. <br /><br />Hence, I have lots of days with no stops, and a few days with too many stops. Sigh.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm putting a list here of where I'm supposed to be, and what I'm supposed to write about (either as the fictional Mama character or the relatively real me). I think I can remember my way back to Mystery Gal to check from time to time to see if A, I'm who I thought I was, and B, at the tour stop where I'm supposed to be.<br /><br />Do check out some of the wonderful bloggers so graciously hosting me: <br /><br />MAMA SEES STARS Big Ol' Blog Tour, Sept-Oct 2011 <br /><br />Sept. 8, Launch Date: <br />Mama on Aromatherapy: <a href="http://anastasiapollack.blogspot.com/">Killer Crafts and Crafty Killers</a><br /><br />Interview with Gail Shepherd on her blog about writing, <a href=" http://gailshepherd.blogspot.com/2011/09/interview-with-author-deborah-sharp.html">PARADOXY</a><br /><br />Profile by Jackie Minniti, <a href="http://fabulousfloridawriters.blogspot.com/2011/09/deborah-sharp-meet-mama.html">Fabulous Florida Writers<br /></a><br /><br />Sept 9: <br /><br />A Day in the Life of Mama, at the blog of super reader <a href="http://notesfromme.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/a-day-in-the-life-of-mama-by-deborah-sharp/">Dru Ann Love</a>.<br /><br />Bling My Boa, at the Midnight Ink Writers' Blog, <a href="http://midnightwriters.blogspot.com/">Inkspot</a><br /><br />Sept. 12: <br /><br />Five Great Public Speaking Tips for Writers, at Elizabeth Craig's terrific blog, <a href="http://mysterywritingismurder.blogspot.com/">Mystery Writing is Murder</a><br /><br />Sept. 15: <br /><br />Guest at Barnes and Noble's online <a href="http://bookclubs.barnesandnoble.com/t5/Mystery/bd-p/MysteryGen">Mystery Book Club</a>. Moderator: Becke Davis <br /><br />Sept. 23: <br /><br />''Watch for Falling Logophiles,'' at <a href="http://www.cozychicksblog.com/">Cozy Chicks</a>. <br /><br />Oct. 13: <br /><br />Guest Blogger at <a href="http://www.meanderingsandmuses.com/">Meanderings and Muses</a>, with the fabulous Kay Barley.<br /><br />Oct. 23: <br /><br />Sweeeeet!, Deborah on Movie Candy at <a href="http://www.mysteryloverskitchen.com/">Mystery Lovers Kitchen</a><br /><br />Oct. 31: <br /><br />Mama's Horrifying Halloween at <a href="http://www.killercharacters.com/">Killer Characters</a>Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-42709765334379574592011-04-27T15:12:00.010-05:002011-04-27T16:47:56.005-05:00Sparkle Power<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOciuIpnjk2sovcRRSpuN4OyJfgq1S5a3oVtPxdCj3q6IzoCFI-XiLVTw1AYj_M2eFWbSX3_axHKDXvCYVKJ8nuF0AIQy5lJ_7ioqMVTvR8Vy5AVF1pK0rYrP0DFiuot22uI25GycI-_ER/s1600/malicejacket+%2528Small%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOciuIpnjk2sovcRRSpuN4OyJfgq1S5a3oVtPxdCj3q6IzoCFI-XiLVTw1AYj_M2eFWbSX3_axHKDXvCYVKJ8nuF0AIQy5lJ_7ioqMVTvR8Vy5AVF1pK0rYrP0DFiuot22uI25GycI-_ER/s320/malicejacket+%2528Small%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375701371260738" /></a><br /><br />Do you think Sue Grafton is running around her house today, trying to find something dressy to wear on Saturday night, along with a pair of black pants that don't make her look fat? <br /><br />On the eve of <a href="http://www.malicedomestic.org/">Malice Domestic</a>, an annual conference for fans of mystery novels, I'm still wading through piles of clothes in my bedroom trying to choose the least hideous things to pack. Don't get me started on shoes. Comfy = ugly. Cute = tortuous. I usually opt for comfort. I'm packing a pair of bright pink Nike sneakers. 'Nuff said. <br /><br />Grafton is the author of the zillion-seller Kinsey Millhone series (From <span style="font-style:italic;">A is for Alibi</span>, all the way to <span style="font-style:italic;">U is for Undertow</span>, so far). On Saturday night at the conference, which annually draws some 500 mystery aficionados, Grafton will receive a lifetime achievement award from Malice Domestic's board of directors. <br /><br />I can't wait to see what she's going to wear. <br /><br />I myself may have gone a bit overboard on the Saturday sparkle. Witness the jacket pictured above, a little number I unearthed for $15 at a thrift store. I always like to imagine who might have worn these ''gently used'' frocks before I found them. My husband is convinced this jacket belonged to a magician's assistant. When the stage lights bounced off those green, purple and silver sequins, all the better to distract -- or maybe blind -- the audience from his magical sleight of hand. Either that, or it was a cast off from a performer who rode horses in the circus. <br /><br />"Maybe the former owner wore it on an exotic cruise,'' I said. <br />"Yeah, that would have to be <span style="font-style:italic;">Carnival</span> Cruise Line,'' he said. <br /><br />What a kidder.<br /><br />I know the jacket is a bit (okay, a lot) over the top. I know it fairly shouts ''Come to the Carnival! Look at me!'' But, hey, I have to do something to stand out from the crowd of a couple hundred mystery authors who will be at Malice Domestic. If I had a whole alphabet worth of titles like Sue Grafton, that jacket would have stayed on the rack at the thrift store and I could show up in jeans.<br /><br />But I need a little sparkle power, a little sleight of hand since I've only managed this far to write four books. If you're asking, here they are: <span style="font-style:italic;">Mama Does Time</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Mama Rides Shotgun</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">Mama Gets Hitched</span>, are already out. Next up, in September: <span style="font-style:italic;">Mama Sees Stars</span>.<br /><br />Abbacadabra!Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-77653307934315920522011-03-06T07:20:00.003-05:002011-03-06T07:49:52.746-05:00Lovin' this Cover<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXOrgwLinh5YBwuw834K9K_kkKNyB4lMbcSeRZMAjcOJVMmKRsAcWLTiHMdMPHC0Aq30SC2Wd1B5vEseZluV1JptBjaySlZU0Kqr44V9vUd2FYPRMqLFiTwRDOBakh2vhnPNxsz4UMv0a/s1600/Mama+Sees+Stars+smaller.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXOrgwLinh5YBwuw834K9K_kkKNyB4lMbcSeRZMAjcOJVMmKRsAcWLTiHMdMPHC0Aq30SC2Wd1B5vEseZluV1JptBjaySlZU0Kqr44V9vUd2FYPRMqLFiTwRDOBakh2vhnPNxsz4UMv0a/s320/Mama+Sees+Stars+smaller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580941109754879426" /></a><br /><br />How fabulous is that??<br /><br />Midnight Ink's design for Book #4 is another home run for my Mace Bauer Mystery series, featuring Mace's wacky Mama. Over at her <a href="http://ask-mama.blogspot.com/">advice column</a> on the Wide World of the Web, Mama quibbles a bit about the number of bullets lodged in the movie marquee. (''There weren't THAT many people who got shot!'') But all in all, even the notoriously hard-to-please Mama gives the new cover two thumbs up.<br /><br />Oh, yeah ... and Mama's creator does too.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Mama Sees Stars</span> comes out Oct. 1, 2011. I swear, I'll try to get back to visit my sadly neglected blog before then.<br /><br />In the meantime, here's a quick peek at the plot: When a Hollywood movie company comes to little Himmarshee, Mama becomes the star she's always known she was destined to be. The Hollywood folks are out of their element in the Florida wilds: sweltering heat, mosquitoes the size of Gulfstream jets, and no decent place to order a half-skim, heavy foam vanilla latte. When moviemaking turns to murder, just about any member of the cast or crew could be the culprit. The aging action hero. The troubled teen diva. The director who tries to lure Mama to his casting couch, and winds up duking it out with Sal, Husband No. 5. If daughter Mace can't stop the killer, this movie might be Mama's final act. <br /><br />Now, wouldn't you want to read about that?Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-25736157943903640552010-08-25T11:20:00.003-05:002010-08-25T11:26:09.009-05:00OMG! I'm on TODAY!Mama takes Manhattan, y'all. I got the chance to go on the Today show and talk about my latest funny mystery, MAMA GETS HITCHED. Anchor Tamron Hall couldn't have been nicer, and I got to sit next to country star Martina McBride in the make-up room. <br /><br />I kept feeling someone was going to tap me on the shoulder and say, "Hey, you! You're not supposed to be here!'' <br /><br />Here's the <a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/38820880/ns/today-books/">link</a>, if you'd like to watch.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-11921761378309828282010-07-31T09:40:00.004-05:002010-07-31T10:28:44.964-05:00Sushi, Hush Puppies on the Side?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RBW-ge5neMuJy6RiYBDRmytoWblpeFXeDD1u2sBwpX8iZaRaRUhpX1eq3zVnnMlRoKp9Cp-iMqmScoXuj0k0XwC0-g-w71uTnFlzELkQl5aGbms_DyRWSi4eStwrdDsYPqzA_naHFfag/s1600/japanesetitle.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RBW-ge5neMuJy6RiYBDRmytoWblpeFXeDD1u2sBwpX8iZaRaRUhpX1eq3zVnnMlRoKp9Cp-iMqmScoXuj0k0XwC0-g-w71uTnFlzELkQl5aGbms_DyRWSi4eStwrdDsYPqzA_naHFfag/s320/japanesetitle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500090034680196898" /></a><br /><br />Big news! The first novel in my funny, Southern-fried mystery series just hit the shelves .... in JAPAN! My U.S. publisher, Midnight Ink, nicely mailed me a couple of copies so I could add them to my collection of international volumes. (Right now, it's a pretty meager ''collection,'' consisting of ... the Japanese edition.)<br /><br />I love the anime-style, cartoony cover. A Japanese friend says they've translated the title as ''Don't Look in Mama's Trunk.'' Pretty good advice, since a corpse lurks inside. <br /><br />I'd wondered how in the world they'd handle the colloquial ''Mama Does Time'' title, not to mention all the Southernisms sprinkled throughout the book. I hope someone who reads Japanese will tell me how they translated what the owner of Hair Today, Dyed Tomorrow Beauty Parlor says in Chapter 7: "Honey, why don't you sit right down and relax? You look like a pair of pantyhose been put through the spin cycle.'' <br /><br />I was pleased to see they show an alligator on the Japanese cover (or, his head at least), as there are PLENTY of 'gators in Himmarshee, Fla. They also have Mace's eyes as blue, and Mama's convertible as turquoise, both correct. <br /><br />Pretty cool, huh?<br /><br />Now, since I was raised up right, I'm going to give a little *bow* here and say: <span style="font-style:italic;">Domo Arrigato, Hayakawa</span>. That's ''Thank you, (Japanese publisher) Hayakawa.'' <br /><br />Y'all come back now, hear? Remember, there are three more titles in the <span style="font-style:italic;">Mace Bauer Mystery</span> series, just itching to be translated!Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-51633359574215067722010-07-20T07:40:00.003-05:002010-07-20T07:48:47.278-05:00Blog Tour stops at .... ROMANCE?Considering the fatal flaw of my main character, Mace Bauer, is that she can't fall in love .... have to wonder what I'd have to say to the Southern Magic Romance Writers.<br />But they nicely invited The Great MAMA GETS HITCHED blog tour today anyway: <br /><a href="http://romancemagicians.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-deborah-sharp.html"><br />http://romancemagicians.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-deborah-sharp.html</a> <br /><br />Thank goodness Mama knows a lot -- too much -- about romance.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-37215142104382208922010-07-11T15:54:00.002-05:002010-07-11T15:58:17.834-05:00New Blog on the Whistlestop TourThe smart, creative WONDERFUL <a href="http://www.cozychicksblog.com/2010/07/guest-blogger-deborah-sharp.html">Cozy Chicks </a>host me today on Stop No. 4 on the Great Mama Gets Hitched Hard Luck Blog Tour. <br /><br />We talk about fashion faux pas. What's yours????Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-83819163713440815022010-07-09T10:12:00.001-05:002010-07-09T10:14:54.219-05:00Mama Hijacks Blog TourThis character is out of control! She hijacks Stop. No. 3 on the Great MAMA GETS HITCHED Guest Blog Tour . . . and manages to tick off all of New Jersey in the process. Check it out:<br /><br /><a href="http://anastasiapollack.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-club-friday-guest-author-deborah.html">Killer Crafts and Crafty Killers</a>Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-74515051209844865752010-07-06T21:10:00.004-05:002010-07-06T21:17:25.554-05:00I Love You, Ruth B. Ingram<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ultimatepartyshop.com/shopimages/products/normal/confetti%20gold%20stars.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ultimatepartyshop.com/shopimages/products/normal/confetti%20gold%20stars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Oh, how I love to see all five of those little gold stars filled in on Amazon's ''Average Customer Review.''<br /><br />Average rating for MAMA GETS HITCHED? Five stars, y'all! What's that I hear? Must be the sound of a champagne cork popping.<br /><br />Of course, only one reader has thus far reviewed Hitched. The book just came out officially July 1.<br /><br />Thank you, Ruth B. Ingram, of East Texas, USA, for making my night.<br /><br />Others will invariably weigh in. My golden stars may end up with a slice of their shine shaved off. But tonight, MAMA and I will revel in our All-Star status. Who needs Oprah's couch when you have a 5-star ranking on Amazon?Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-46526413882022184512010-06-30T00:30:00.002-05:002010-06-30T00:30:00.417-05:00Double Mother Trouble<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuloEgzq4m7SIondNn9-VXlQ6JjHCS5xUdNfmyLoWK3pS-NWDnfu5yJQyAQ_nI35BjE8NGCJYUmLel7Y259Qw9j-P_DRS_yWMn3K6n28O11ysz7muzcWRVEDDs1O7vZv67TNnRfv7Qw3ZB/s1600/Mama+Hitchedwebsmall.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuloEgzq4m7SIondNn9-VXlQ6JjHCS5xUdNfmyLoWK3pS-NWDnfu5yJQyAQ_nI35BjE8NGCJYUmLel7Y259Qw9j-P_DRS_yWMn3K6n28O11ysz7muzcWRVEDDs1O7vZv67TNnRfv7Qw3ZB/s320/Mama+Hitchedwebsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487968792207670002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04K5kqTiHs7pz_cd_dhnN7UKBIuDYdT__DdwYQf30BS5MVj0ybehjljam8ntJNCiDJB3Au5IAEguVpvZto7z_tgPxCGopAY59BVq5lPtDPEvdE1riu-d52PwGbjz1s1TWuYX5ppyXvvJf/s1600/Something_Bleusmaller.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04K5kqTiHs7pz_cd_dhnN7UKBIuDYdT__DdwYQf30BS5MVj0ybehjljam8ntJNCiDJB3Au5IAEguVpvZto7z_tgPxCGopAY59BVq5lPtDPEvdE1riu-d52PwGbjz1s1TWuYX5ppyXvvJf/s320/Something_Bleusmaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487969162926891746" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDEBORA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 65.95pt 1.0in 65.95pt; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maybe you've heard writers say the people they put in their books ''speak'' to them. In some cases, the characters demand to be heard. Authors <a href="http://www.cricketmcrae.com/">Cricket McRae</a> and <a href="http://www.deborahsharp.com/">Deborah Sharp</a> decided that giving in is better than going crazy. They allowed two particularly insistent characters from their series to sit down for an interview. To have their say. Meet Anna Belle Watson and the newly married Rosalee Provenza.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rosalee (Mama)</span>: Well, all I can say is it's about time. Miss Fancy Pants Author grabbed all the glory for putting out my first two stories. At last, someone has finally noticed that my name is in all the titles: <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Does Time</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Rides Shotgun</span>, and now, the latest one, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Gets Hitched</span>. I'm thrilled to be here with Anna Belle, too. My understanding is her daughter, Sophie Mae, can be just as headstrong as my middle gal, Mace.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anna Belle</span>: I'm delighted to be here, especially with Rosalee. Even though her father was a journalist for years, these days it's usually Sophie Mae who gets all the press in our family. True, in the last two years she did find two dead bodies and prove a case of fatal botulism was really murder. But let's face it: Behind every great woman is another great woman. Sophie Mae is the strong, smart person she is mostly because of me. And Rosalee, headstrong is too mild a term for Sophie Mae. She's managed to almost get killed four times now. Mace seems to show a bit more common sense.
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mama</span>: I believe that snippy author would say I'm the comic relief. As far as I'm concerned, though, I'm the star. Honey, there wouldn't be any books without Mama! For example, the latest one is all about me getting married to Sal. He's from the Bronx, in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York City</st1:place></st1:city> -- a Yankee! -- but I love him anyway. Everyone in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Himmarshee</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Fla.</st1:state></st1:place>, said it was the Wedding of the Century. My girls wore sherbet-colored Scarlett O'Hara gowns, complete with ringlet curls and ruffled parasols. My sweet little Pomeranian, Teensy, was the ring bearer. We found him the cutest little satin vest and doggy top hat off that Wide World of the Web on the Intra Net. Of course, it did put a crimp in things when the caterer's corpse turned up in the kitchen at the VFW, even before the first pig-in-a-blanket was passed.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoPlainText">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anna Belle</span>: I'm originally from <st1:city st="on">Franklin</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Tennessee</st1:state>, a little town outside <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Nashville</st1:city></st1:place>. It's infused with Civil War history, and my family has lived there since way back then. I earned my undergraduate business degree at Vanderbilt, and then went on to Tulane for my advanced degrees in marketing. Soon after, I moved to Spring Creek and began my teaching career at <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Northern</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Colorado</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">University</st1:placetype></st1:place>. I'm currently the dean of the marketing department, and my husband, Calvin, is a tenured journalism professor there. I've become quite westernized over the years, but can still turn on the southern charm as needed. I love where I live now, but oh my stars, I miss good barbecue something awful! And every time I go back to <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Tennessee</st1:place></st1:state> for a visit I have to go to Puckett's in Leiper's Fork for a dose of their sweet potato fries.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mama: </span>I was born on the Fourth of July (we don't mention exactly what year) in <st1:city st="on">Himmarshee</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Fla.</st1:state>, which is barely a bump on the road north of <st1:place st="on">Lake Okeechobee</st1:place>. When folks think of <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Florida</st1:place></st1:state>, most of them think of the beaches or Disney World. Well, we're sixty miles from the nearest ocean breeze, and far enough south of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Orlando</st1:place></st1:city> to be out of Mickey Mouse's big ol' ear-shaped shadow. We're the rodeo-and-ranching part of <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Florida</st1:place></st1:state> -- all sweet tea and Southern drawls; citrus groves and church barbecues. I do aromatherapy at Hair Today, Dyed Tomorrow beauty parlor; I teach Sunday School at Abundant Forgiveness church; and I indulge very occasionally in a box of sweet pink wine from the Booze 'n' Breeze drive-thru liquor store. And ya'll, I am happier than a pup with two tails to call Himmarshee home.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Interviewer: </span>Both Mace and Sophie Mae have unusual professions. In fact Sophie Mae would probably like to sit down with you, Rosalee, and talk about aromatherapy. What do you think about what your daughters do for a living?</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mama</span>: Mace works in a nature park, and traps nuisance critters on the side. She gets calls from newcomers who think they want country living, until the country comes to call. Now, I haven't always thought that was much of a job for a female. But the fact that Mace once hauled an alligator out of the pool of a northern transplant who didn't picture an 8-foot reptile with razor sharp teeth as a guest at his pool parties . . . well, let's just say Mace's particular skill set came in handy when I came up against a 'gator in <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Does Time</span>, and I'll always be grateful.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anna Belle</span>: I'm proud of Sophie Mae for having her own successful business. I know she works her tail off and has made a lot of sacrifices, but she was never happy with her job at the school administration building, or even in that bookstore. After her first husband died she was at such a loss. Thank goodness her best friend, Meghan, swooped in and asked her to come live with her, and then offered to let her use the basement as her workroom. Now, I don't know that I would have chosen for her to make soap for a living, but she seems quite happy about it. After all, she always was strangely curious about the ins and outs of colonial home crafts.
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anna Belle</span>: My husband is a wonderful cook. I'm no slouch in the kitchen. My vegetable garden is one of my greatest joys, and we eat from it all summer. Sophie Mae and her housemate, Meghan, are both skilled in the kitchen and, yes, a bit obsessed about food. So what does Miss Cricket expect? She's the one who decided to write about home crafts. <span style="font-style: italic;">Something Borrowed, Something Bleu</span> is a cheese making mystery, for heaven's sake. It's no wonder we're all interested in food, and Miss Cricket has no choice but to go along with it. I kind of wonder whether she's a good cook, though. For all I know she puts the good stuff down on the page and then eats a bowl of cereal for supper.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mama</span>: Food is one of the joys of life, isn't it, Anna Belle? Of course, I don't approve of the way Miss Fancy Pants Author always has us rolling around and fighting in the food in the ''Mace Bauer Mysteries.'' In real life, that doesn't happen all that much ... well, there was the time that the girls' Uncle Teddy got drunk and wound up in a vat of Ida's potato salad at one of our family reunions. Of course, if you'd ever tasted Ida's potato salad, you're realize that was no great loss.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Interviewer</span>: What's coming up for the two of you next?
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<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-11826901879042528622010-06-21T15:04:00.002-05:002010-06-21T15:09:19.451-05:00Mama Finally Finishes Her NewsletterNot sure if this is going to work, but Mama insists I TRY to spread the word about her getting married (It's Husband No. 5; you'd think she'd be used to it by now). Here's the link for the newsletter, I hope:<br /><br /><a href="http://hosted.verticalresponse.com/500613/58de7cc57e/1786501872/740619e8d8/">Summer 2010: Mama Gets Hitched! </a><br /><br />Best,<br />Deborah SharpDeborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-14679658578865519692010-06-18T18:16:00.005-05:002010-06-18T18:29:56.953-05:00Mama Demands Doo-Dads<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7US8VaxD-Y-btkbOggE-hgPDyni86uRmfhxjVclT9uCpxxyU4emyWRGY7E_-CUjD7tHyls3mnc67xV-A2B855FIdTjp2QYnf6EYndbNTCFAXXWzS8kXLzAt-JCRMDBGg-GA_DygU_ZF2m/s1600/favorsHITCHED.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7US8VaxD-Y-btkbOggE-hgPDyni86uRmfhxjVclT9uCpxxyU4emyWRGY7E_-CUjD7tHyls3mnc67xV-A2B855FIdTjp2QYnf6EYndbNTCFAXXWzS8kXLzAt-JCRMDBGg-GA_DygU_ZF2m/s320/favorsHITCHED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484257947014421298" border="0" /></a>I shopped for wedding doo-dads today. Not favors for my OWN wedding, understand. Favors for a woman who doesn't really exist, and a ceremony that won't ever happen. The things authors do for their fictional characters!<br /><br />With the launch of MAMA GETS HITCHED right around the bend, I've got weddings on the brain. And why wouldn't I? I just spent a year writing a mystery novel set around the Wedding of the Century in tiny (fictional) Himmarshee, Fla.<br /><br />My Mama character loves weddings. So much so that she's tying the sacred knot for the 5th time. But what's a Bridezilla to do when her caterer winds up dead in the VFW kitchen even before they pass out the first pig-in-a-blanket? Daughter Mace must find the killer, or Mama's Special Day could turn especially deadly.<br /><br />At some signings, we'll do fun, book-and-wedding-themed events -- women in fashion-mishap bridesmaid frocks, men in pastel tuxes <em></em>and boutonnieres. I haven't actually found a Pomeranian ring-bearer, complete with satin tux and top hat, like the book's Teensy. Give me time, though. Mama would insist on nothing less.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.surfersam.com/friends/marriage/couple4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.surfersam.com/friends/marriage/couple4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-68234457951068804982010-05-27T10:31:00.004-05:002010-05-27T10:35:49.673-05:00Facebook, Ye Hardly Know Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thevinylvillage.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/0569525900.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://thevinylvillage.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/0569525900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I keep reading all this angst over how Facebook is mining details of users' personal lives. The social networking site is supposedly studying its zillions of 'bookers with cyber-microscopes, all the better to target us with smart-bomb niche marketing.<br /><br />Well, I have proof that Facebook doesn't really know me after all.<br /><br />An ad just popped up on my profile page from a company offering discounts in Fort Lauderdale. They got it half right: I do live in Fort Lauderdale, and I do love a bargain. But I'm way too lazy to click on a link, download an ad, and run upstairs to my printer to print out some lame discount. So, that's a big strike out, advertiser who is paying Facebook to market to me.<br /><br />But here's even more evidence that Facebook doesn't get me,. Guess what the ad was touting. Pole-dancing lessons. As in, Let's pretend to be a stripper. Hello? Don't you have my date of birth, Facebook? Do you really think a 56-year-old woman wants to swing around a stripper's pole wearing scantly nothing? Plus, have you not seen my marital status? My husband of 21 years would probably bust a gut laughing if I ever put a pole in our bedroom. Either that, or he'd pull a muscle indulging his own fantasy of being a fireman.<br /><br />So, I'm going to put off worrying about Facebook being an all-knowing Wizard of Marketing until I get some proof they REALLY know how to target me. When I see ads popping up promoting ibuprofen and hair coloring, AARP and retirement communities ... well, then I'll know that Facebook REALLY gets me.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-29767029772282950182010-04-28T20:10:00.003-05:002010-04-28T20:53:13.233-05:00Working Without a Net<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nukazoo.com/images/Tightrope.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.nukazoo.com/images/Tightrope.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Have you ever had a moment where you just knew you were going to screw up?<br /><br />It happened to me the other day, at a presentation at the St. Lucie (Fla.) Family Reading Festival. The event was at the Digital Domain Stadium (A.K.A. Mets Field, where the New York Mets hold spring training). I was scheduled to speak at 1:30. The day was warm, and a brisk wind whipped through the upper breezeway of the ballpark, where the authors were.<br /><br />Just as I took the microphone, the wind gusted. It lifted my little note cards off the seat where I'd stashed them. I watched as the cheat sheets for my presentation danced away and over the balcony, tumbling end over end toward third base on the field below.<br /><br />I just knew I was going to screw up. I felt a gnawing in the pit of my stomach. I heard a buzzing in my ears. And then, amazingly, I felt free.<br /><br />"Just wing it,'' my husband had advised, when I began doing these book appearances a year and a half ago.<br /><br />"No way in hell,'' I'd answered. "I am not a just-wing-it person.''<br /><br />The funny thing is, it's been a long time since I really needed the notes. I'm talking about my books, and my own life. I know this stuff, cold. But I always wanted those little note cards nearby, for safety. Suppose I forgot where I was going, heading off on some wild tangent? Suppose I never found the point I was trying to make?<br /><br />I could always count on the notes to lasso me back. Until I couldn't. Until I saw them fluttering away like fallen leaves against that green ball field. It was scary. It was exhilarating. After a year and a half of never knowing whether I could get up and speak without those notes, I discovered I could.<br /><br />Suddenly, I was winging it. I was working without a net.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-36502280136482073052010-03-27T10:40:00.004-05:002010-04-28T21:03:41.478-05:00Watch Your Step<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://morethananelectrician.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/two-cows.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 301px;" src="http://morethananelectrician.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/two-cows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Always one to elevate the tone of literary discourse, I did a radio essay today about cow patties. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Yep, you can count on me to really step right up --- SQUISH --- and reveal the truth about the glamorous life of book-touring. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Check it out if you have a minute (Two minutes and 11 seconds, to be exact.) Here's the link, from my favorite NPR station in Tampa. for<br /><a href="http://www.wusf.usf.edu/news/2010/03/26/the_state_were_in_deborah_sharp_on_finding_old_florida">Finding Old Florida</a>.<br /><br /></span><br /></div></span><br /></div>Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-85697389835358550702010-02-01T19:07:00.003-05:002010-02-01T19:40:36.034-05:00Long Time, No Cyber-See<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.midnightinkbooks.com/_theme/product_images/200/9780738719221.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.midnightinkbooks.com/_theme/product_images/200/9780738719221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />What kind of a shameless, self-promoting author am I?<br /><br />Not a very good one, apparently. It's been months since I've gotten around to updating my blog. In my defense, I HAVE been writing. I'm about halfway through my fourth <span style="font-style: italic;">Mace Bauer Mystery</span>, MAMA SEES STARS. Woo-hoo!<br /><br />But the big news tonight ... the reason I felt compelled to post ... is that the galleys are ready on No. 3, MAMA GETS HITCHED. It's up and available for pre-ordering with a simple click at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mama-Gets-Hitched-Bauer-Mystery/dp/0738719226/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1265068917&sr=1-4">Amazon</a> or my publisher, <a href="http://www.midnightinkbooks.com/product.php?ean=9780738719221">Midnight Ink</a> (Ah, yes ... there's that blatant self-promotion coming out: BSP, for short.)<br /><br />The cover's another winner. I've been so lucky: Incredible designs for each of my three titles. They just keep getting better. Take a look at the cover, pictured above, and tell me what you think. (Nice touch: My name on the whiskey bottle!)<br /><br />So forgive me a bit of BSP this evening. I'm a bit like ''Mama,'' who is convinced it's not at all tacky for her fifth trip down the aisle to have a Gone With the Wind-themed wedding -- complete with parasols and Southern belle gowns for her bridesmaid-daughters, and satin top hat for the Pomeranian bearing the rings. Like Mama and her nuptials, I've deluded myself into thinking it's not at all tacky to be out here in cyberspace, blowing my BSP horn.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-35621584181967318272009-10-13T10:36:00.002-05:002009-10-13T10:47:50.723-05:00Watch out Bouchercon! Here I Come ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pix.epodunk.com/locatorMaps/in/IN_5433.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://pix.epodunk.com/locatorMaps/in/IN_5433.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a name="BookTourEvents"><span id="ep_author_blog"><span class="plogBodyText"></span></span></a>I'm as nervous as a high school girl before the big prom. I'm going to Indianapolis this week for <a href="http://www.bouchercon2009.com/">Bouchercon</a>, a huge conference for all things mystery.<br /><br />How's my dress? Will I get a corsage? Please, please tell me this little bump on my nose is not turning into a pimple!<br /><br />I'll be among 400 or so other authors and more than 1,000 fans in attendance. I'm sure I'll feel lost in the masses, a nameless face in a bustling crowd. If I believed in the power of positive thinking or those self-affirming exercises, I'd be standing in front of the mirror right now repeating these words: ''You're a wonderful author. You'll be discovered. People will form long lines for the chance to buy your books.''<br /><br />(OK, I actually DID say those words this morning ... just hedging my bets)<br /><br />I got a slot on a panel, so that's the good news. 1:30 pm on Thursday, <b>Southern Voices</b>, with my friend and fellow author Vicki Lane, and the wonderful, funny Cathy Pickens moderating. The bad news: We're on against a program by the head guy for author relations with Amazon.com. So I know where all my writer friends are going to be, especially if Mr. Amazon is giving anything away. (And it's not sitting and listening to us drawl, y'all).<br /><br />I'm looking on the bright side, though: Bouchercon gives me the chance to connect with people I might not have met otherwise. Indianapolis will be a nice break from the never-ending summer swelter of south Florida (It's October, for crying out loud. Can we get some relief from temps in the 90s and 2,000-percent humidity?) And, since there won't be a prom date with a powder blue tuxedo and a low tolerance for alcohol, I won't wind up with throw-up on my dress.<br /><br />Unless I get REALLY nervous, that is.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-83687477639565689652009-10-12T09:06:00.003-05:002009-10-12T09:13:35.928-05:00My Happy Place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3cIGm2yAjrGlyZ-qJ2nXFwlrmnR5fHI5d4IGmT8WmczI1OCN5-esArbA0MBjrZwUugdaSt6mEo0veG7Z5l3Kyk4KUJGqiE7kRX_4cuAFf-ssmmodsxnCJb-3yqXGQ_I3FEsF_Wmgz1Uj/s1600-h/Smiley-face.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY3cIGm2yAjrGlyZ-qJ2nXFwlrmnR5fHI5d4IGmT8WmczI1OCN5-esArbA0MBjrZwUugdaSt6mEo0veG7Z5l3Kyk4KUJGqiE7kRX_4cuAFf-ssmmodsxnCJb-3yqXGQ_I3FEsF_Wmgz1Uj/s320/Smiley-face.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391715800551401570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Who needs the New York Times? Publishers Weekly can go pound sand. And Oprah? Who'd want to sit on that stinkin' couch of yours anyway?<br /><br />I have something even better than anointment from that Holy Trinity of book arbiters: A Happy Folder.<br /><br />Recently, I had one of those days when I couldn't write a thing that didn't suck. When I pouted that PW hasn't reviewed <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> books, even though they've sprinkled their stars upon some of my fellow Midnight Ink authors. When I pondered hanging up fiction and returning to journalism.<br /><br />Then I remembered that newspapers are sounding a death rattle, that nobody's hiring, and that friends and former colleagues in the media are losing jobs right and left.<br /><br />In other words, not a happy day.<br /><br />Until I got an email from a reader, telling me she loved my book. I thought back to why I left the news biz. I wanted to make people laugh, to bring some levity to a post-9/11 world that felt sad and deadly serious. And here was somebody writing to tell me I'd managed to do just that.<br /><br />That's when I got the idea of sifting through my emails to create a feel-good folder. I'd fill it only with nice notes from readers. Here's one, from a woman in Birmingham, Ala:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My doctor had been concerned about my rising blood pressure, from stress of constant terrible news on TV. Your book was the perfect antidote: I laughed, felt like I actually knew your very real characters, and was so thoroughly relaxed that my blood pressure went down! </span><br /><br />Here's another, from a reader who discovered the Large Print editions of my <span style="font-style: italic;">Mace Bauer Mystery</span> series:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I get migraines from eye strain. It has been a long time since reading was fun for me until your books. </span><br /><br /><br />And another one, from a woman who said she's eagerly awaiting Book 3:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I couldn't wait to write and tell you how much I loved your book... funny, clever, LOL, great read ..</span>.<br /><br />After paging through my Happy Folder, the day didn't seem so depressing after all.<br /><br />PS to Oprah, if you're reading this. I didn't mean it about your couch.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-74000797418268281862009-09-30T16:14:00.003-05:002009-09-30T16:20:58.007-05:00A Fresh-Picked Bouquet for Mama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKL2FpAvQSZkxLZA54kSLqqUulQ1fxt44-EBNaE1zKTptQ7NlHa_-4pyn3UbdmzVRyeKkC3m2Wq0jD02LHaNVtgCn1iQRJs9tcdZ_fCUXJkU_i_nq5DtCa81ljFlthelCoPyiVD2Xf70-/s1600-h/bouquet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKL2FpAvQSZkxLZA54kSLqqUulQ1fxt44-EBNaE1zKTptQ7NlHa_-4pyn3UbdmzVRyeKkC3m2Wq0jD02LHaNVtgCn1iQRJs9tcdZ_fCUXJkU_i_nq5DtCa81ljFlthelCoPyiVD2Xf70-/s320/bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387373193914834738" border="0" /></a>My mama used to say, ''Never toot your own horn, honey. It's tacky!''<br /><div id="post-PMCA1DOVRYA3QJ5T1at1254345123" class="postBody"><br />But I can't resist just a tiny bit of horn-tooting today. Fresh Fiction, a fun website devoted to bookish pursuits, named my second mystery, MAMA RIDES SHOTGUN, as a Fresh Pick.<br /><br />Here's the link, if you'd like to check it out:<br /><br /><a target="_blank" class="popup" href="http://freshfiction.com/book.php?id=33260">http://freshfiction.com/book.php?id=33260</a><br /><br />I'm particularly pleased because SHOTGUN was a pick of the day during the same week the almighty Charlaine Harris was honored for <i>Poppy Done to Death</i>, and my good friend Peggy Webb was noted for her latest funny mystery, <i>Elvis and the Grateful Dead.</i> (Elvis is a basset hound who believes he's the King reincarnated ... and I thought the Mama character from my mystery series was wacky!)<br /><br />Hear that musical sound in the background? That's me, tooting my horn like Louis Armstrong. <i>What a Wonderful World</i>!</div>Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-50231656324881547862009-09-28T18:52:00.005-05:002009-09-28T20:57:11.840-05:00Punchdrunk at SIBA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bSurk1i7ao1y5LgSSdCl5kTmqLZHRiJWsydNRSjrv-B6W1HmSCjl5-9ODnzU_lH2OQ1yZT1XvWBVqRIOGJEQJypDruA_Fx2yIvE9jUA8vR64GCCeV1uKpnJlv1BUTzgUlOPF5X__Te2F/s1600-h/punchdrunkdeborahSIBA09.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bSurk1i7ao1y5LgSSdCl5kTmqLZHRiJWsydNRSjrv-B6W1HmSCjl5-9ODnzU_lH2OQ1yZT1XvWBVqRIOGJEQJypDruA_Fx2yIvE9jUA8vR64GCCeV1uKpnJlv1BUTzgUlOPF5X__Te2F/s320/punchdrunkdeborahSIBA09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386674403769125058" border="0" /></a>I'm certain high-minded literature was being discussed somewhere during the annual trade show of the Southern Independent Booksellers Association (<a href="http://www.sibaweb.com/">SIBA</a>).<br /><br />But it wasn't at Booth W-42, where I was stretched out on the floor inside a mock chalk outline, drumming up business for myself and my fellow <a href="http://www.sistersincrime.org/">Sisters in Crime</a>, authors of murder mysteries.<br /><br />That would be me, left (photo by Ellis Vidler), displaying an appalling lack of shame when it comes to book promotion. Really, would Flannery O'Connor ever have stooped ... er, reclined ... to such a stunt?<br /><br />Of course, it was the last day of the trade show, which took place this year in Greenville, S.C., Sept. 24-27. I might have been a bit punchdrunk by then. Acting all erudite takes a toll.<br /><br />Did I mention the clear liquid in the jar in my hand was moonshine? At least that's what Jerry Alexander, looking on in the picture, said it was. And he should know, since he wrote <span style="font-style: italic;">Where Have All Our Moonshiners Gone?</span> A former newspaper publisher and deceptively sophisticated-looking gent, Jerry manned the booth next door to Sisters in Crime. Along with his books, his display's central feature was a moonshine still. That, and a chicken feeder that dispensed Hershey's Kisses.<br /><br />I loved the trade show. My Southern-fried books fit right in. I'm pleased to say I introduced the latest, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Rides Shotgun</span>, to lots of booksellers who might not have otherwise known about the Mace Bauer Mystery Series.<br /><br />My titles earned a few laughs (<span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Does Time </span>was the first in 2008; <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama Gets Hitched</span> comes out next year). That's saying something in this crowd, considering some of the other books being touted to the Southern bookstore owners over the weekend:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Will Jesus Buy me a Double-Wide? 'Cause I Need More Room for My Plasma TV</span>, by <a href="http://karenzach.com/">Karen Zacharias.</a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Suck Your Stomach In and Put Some Color On</span>, by <a href="http://www.allthingssouthern.com/">Shellie Tomlinson</a>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Looking for Salvation at the Dairy Queen</span>, by <a href="http://www.susangregggilmore.com/">Susan Gregg Gilmore</a>.<br /><br />People say you can't judge a book by its cover, and maybe not by its title, either. But just try to pass by any of those titles in a bookstore without at least pulling it from the shelf.<br /><br />Of course, there were plenty of serious literary offerings as well. But I was too busy lying on the floor and trying to wrest chocolate kisses from Jerry's chicken feeder to report on any of those.<br /><br />Maybe next time. The SIBA trade show in 2010 will be in Daytona Beach. Just don't count on a high-minded analysis from me if they hold it the same week as the Daytona Speedway hosts NASCAR.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-24524918055653383602009-09-14T15:27:00.002-05:002009-09-14T15:31:11.782-05:00Hobby Horse<a target="_blank" class="popup" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GOJLQi-Bwzs20SPjAJTanYYQgBJBPovLS7csr0D3SFpl9aeGGJbaTeYLnr_j60GHYxCA-q-1Za2U0WiLHtJUYlnUgtjxr9TuqvIgIidGOeP3s6aZvEbIfZ1Fudj5eXQIAz_zokFPUEI/s1600-h/deborahsharpdomino-(smaller.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GOJLQi-Bwzs20SPjAJTanYYQgBJBPovLS7csr0D3SFpl9aeGGJbaTeYLnr_j60GHYxCA-q-1Za2U0WiLHtJUYlnUgtjxr9TuqvIgIidGOeP3s6aZvEbIfZ1Fudj5eXQIAz_zokFPUEI/s400/deborahsharpdomino-(smaller.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 366px; text-align: center;" border="0" /></a>By Deborah Sharp<br /><br />Guest blogging is a popular way for authors to reach new readers. My friends at <a target="_blank" class="popup" href="http://www.killerhobbies.blogspot.com/">Killer Hobbies </a>invited me to post today, even though I confessed to being hobby-less. Fellow author <a target="_blank" class="popup" href="http://www.joannacampbellslan.com/">Joanna Campbell Slan </a>disagreed:<br /><br />''You rode a horse all the way across the state of Florida,'' she said. "THAT'S your hobby.''<br /><br />"What? Doing age-inappropriate things for which I am insanely unprepared?''<br /><br />"No,'' Joanna said patiently. "Horseback riding.''<br /><br />That marathon, six-day ride I did to research MAMA RIDES SHOTGUN was a bit more of my ''hobby,'' however, than I bargained for: 120 miles. Sleeping on the ground. At age 50-plus. What the heck was I thinking??? Two years later, the feeling is finally returning to my rear end.<br /><br />(The terrific picture above, of me atop Domino for the 2007 Florida Cracker Trail ride, was taken by Judge Nelson E. Bailey. Check out his great pictures <a target="_blank" class="popup" href="http://community.webshots.com/user/judgestoryteller">here</a>. )<br /><br />But, Joanna's right --- if we can loosely define ''hobby'' as something I manage to do very occasionally, usually while my husband Kerry and I are on our annual vacation. That's not a bad thing, since we've had the chance to ride in some incredible locations, thanks to Kerry's globe-trotting inclinations. If it were up to me, I'd return yearly to the same hammock under a palm tree in nearby Key West. But over our 20-year marriage, Kerry ALWAYS opts for the exotic: Native criollo ponies on a wind-swept estancia in Argentina, Tennessee walkers on <a target="_blank" class="popup" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXnAIBtJ2ABfWOXsHJAQJsaq-ar9j5vNPBDvz2VAh3IkijKtu8MvIKuksnHpUuUYOuZwIIVhRMQq6KmSqdyHWYZr3ghr2m6UHYOS8v2obkyAmRBigxaIKJIxJPhtYsvf39INM5UtoI7Q/s1600-h/Shotgun-cover-1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXnAIBtJ2ABfWOXsHJAQJsaq-ar9j5vNPBDvz2VAh3IkijKtu8MvIKuksnHpUuUYOuZwIIVhRMQq6KmSqdyHWYZr3ghr2m6UHYOS8v2obkyAmRBigxaIKJIxJPhtYsvf39INM5UtoI7Q/s400/Shotgun-cover-1.jpg" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 259px; height: 396px;" border="0" /></a><br />Washington State's Orcas Island, ancient creatures outfitted with even-older wooden saddles (!) in Guatemala.<br /><br />Still, I long for the time in my life when riding was less an infrequently indulged hobby and more an obsession.<br /><br />Was anyone as consumed with horses as I was at 13? Equine tales ruled my bookshelf: BLACK BEAUTY, MY FRIEND FLICKA, and MISTY OF CHINCOTEAGUE.<br /><br />I drew horses on my paper-bag book covers during school, and dreamed of them all night. When<br />I got Val, a beautiful quarter horse, we galloped over open pastures and through orange groves, on land planted now with south Florida strip malls.<br /><br />I loved that horse so much that I slept overnight in her stall on a bed of hay more than once.<br /><br />Does anybody feel like that about a hobby?<br /><br />I still get a guilty twinge, all these years later, remembering how I cast Val aside once I discovered the world of boys and dating. Of course, we found her a good home, with a young girl still safely in pre-adolescence. I sobbed when they loaded Val in the trailer to go.<br /><br />How about you? Have you ever been emotionally attached to a hobby -- or a horse? And how did you feel when you let that hobby go?Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-19210667939416771472009-08-31T10:00:00.003-05:002009-08-31T11:24:14.106-05:00Never Thought I'd Say It: Teenagers Rule!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEnbkpgG-O_LauSHO8Z71F7GmgjUG5ZU3saSIe2vhyphenhyphenoTlrGFFeSqNZYyUCWfra5NP2fVnOgcKbCHm6RTnDgDOrjasohM5K7swcmzGc8oP_hBd5FYyqy3SGqzJbjHNvLWBFHn-wkyYcIOn/s320/yellow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEnbkpgG-O_LauSHO8Z71F7GmgjUG5ZU3saSIe2vhyphenhyphenoTlrGFFeSqNZYyUCWfra5NP2fVnOgcKbCHm6RTnDgDOrjasohM5K7swcmzGc8oP_hBd5FYyqy3SGqzJbjHNvLWBFHn-wkyYcIOn/s320/yellow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe it's something in the water the kids drink along the Treasure Coast of Florida.<br /><br />I had the pleasure over the weekend of teaching the <a href="http://www.pamproctor.net/TeenWritersWorkshop.html">Teen Writers Workshop</a> , a half-day seminar in Vero Beach. I feared the worst: eye-rolling, unmotivated, smart-alecky students who made it abundantly clear they'd rather be hanging at the Indian River Mall. Hey, I remember myself as a teen. I'm surprised my mama still speaks to me, almost forty years later.<br /><br />Instead, I got the opposite end of the spectrum. Talented, motivated, SMART high school writers who renewed my faith in Teen Nation. Most were from the surrounding area, but some came from as far as Miami and Orlando. And two sweet English girls visiting their grandma spent their afternoon writing instead of cruising the beach. Amazing.<br /><br />Honestly, these kids were so good, they should have been teaching ME. I laughed. I cried. Really. One girl's poem, written from a prompt I provided for a quick, five-minute exercise, was so heartfelt, I burst into tears in front of all 60-plus students and some parents. Very professional, I know. I'd blame it on hormones, but it was really just good writing.<br /><br />And it wasn't just their creativity that impressed during the three-hour workshop. It was also the support they offered as fellow teen writers ventured, bravely, to the front of the room to read what they wrote. The other students listened, applauded, validated. I only had to do the shushing gesture once to some overly talkative teens. In three hours. I've seen far worse behavior from some adult audiences. (I'm looking at <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>, Mr. Arrogant Cell Phone Man).<br /><br />As an author, I'm watching over my shoulder. I guarantee you, several of the students I heard read on Saturday will have book contracts someday. They'll probably sit on Oprah's couch and sell a zillion copies. Their work will be optioned for the movies and TV. They won't remember the little people, like me.<br /><br />I wonder if the utilities department in Vero Beach would be interested in bottling up some of that Treasure Coast water?Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-17064438546144928312009-08-14T05:57:00.006-05:002009-08-14T12:26:36.103-05:00Tattoo You?I should have known what kind of night it would be when I saw the booth set up next to the authors' table on Fort Lauderdale Beach: <em>Save Your Tattoos</em>.<br /><br />I'm sure there are some areas of the country where tattoo aficionados are also big readers of light, funny mystery novels. Fort Lauderdale is not one of them. Along the famous ''Strip'' in my hometown, tattoos tend to go hand-in-hand with pit-bull walking and F-bomb dropping, not with trading sparkling <em>bon mots</em> about books.<br /><br />Coming up this fall on my one-year anniversary as a published novelist, I've compiled a pretty good list of what works and what doesn't when it comes to selling books. Conferences and conventions where mystery writers and readers gather, like Killer Nashville, where I'm speaking this weekend? Good.<br /><br />A book-signing on the Strip? Not so much. Despite the best efforts of city leaders to recast Fort Lauderdale Beach's image, it's still known for its raucous heyday as the beer-guzzling, wet T-shirt-contesting, college spring break capital of the world. We authors warred with bands, beer and bikinis for the attention of passers-by last weekend. Guess who lost?<br /><br />Nonetheless, I'll be back on the beach next Saturday night, Aug. 22, just south of the famed Elbo Room, across from the ocean. I'll go because the beach is an amazing resource, right in my backyard. I applaud the city leaders trying to make a go of this August festival, <em>Saturday Night Alive. </em>They hope family entertainment lures back those of us who've forgotten how beautiful Ft. Lauderdale Beach can be at night. Colored lights glow from the graceful, curving Wave Wall. The moon shines on a dark ocean. Palm fronds rustle in a sighing breeze.<br /><br />I also appreciate being asked by Well Read Books to be among writers representing south Florida. On Aug. 22, I'll stand alongside the well-known Elaine Viets and Jilliane Hoffman, which ain't too shabby for recently minted me.<br /><br />Come by and visit, if you're in the neighborhood of the intersection of Las Olas and A1A. I'll reveal tales of my own misspent youth on the Strip. Bring me a beer, and I might even tell you about my stint as a teeny-bikini contestant at Fort Lauderdale's once-notorious Candy Store lounge. Just look for the tattoo booth. We're right next door. And if business is slow again next Saturday, maybe I can finally get that <em>Born to be Wild</em> tat I've dreamed about.Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584403853989308688.post-47758730957008080912009-08-03T19:06:00.004-05:002009-08-03T19:21:57.316-05:00If You Can Make it Here . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/gonyc/1/0/l/S/IMG_0198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/gonyc/1/0/l/S/IMG_0198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Killing an afternoon in New York before my big interview tomorrow on the Today show. I should buckle down and write, but I'm far too wound up: How will I do? How will I look? Will I make any sense? So, instead, I do my favorite thing: take to the city's streets and people-watch.<br /><br />Here's why I love this place ... at least to visit. In the span of a couple of hours, you see it all here. And more:<br /><br />A man in a business suit and tie stands shouting in the street, exploding multiple F-bombs and using the universally understood New York City hand gestures for a traffic dispute. The delivery guy whose big truck is blocking the road shrugs and ignores the screamer.<br /><br />Two young guys dressed like kitchen workers play chess outside with a plastic board, speaking occasionally in Mexican-accented Spanish.<br /><br />A well-preserved blonde saunters past on Madison Avenue, chattering into a cell phone in French. A shopping bag dangles from one arm. The leash of a pampered white Maltese is on the other. Her tight <span style="font-style: italic;">Bebe</span> t-shirt is bright green, the same shade as the bow on the little dog's<br />head.<br /><br />A group of men play a rolling-ball game called petanque in Bryant Park. The best player has on a t-shirt advertising Vieuve Cliquot champagne. Another guy is in droopy blue jean shorts and a sideways ball cap with lots of bling. I'm amazed to see a third in a camouflage hunting cap and a shirt with a logo from the world bull-riding finals. Then I realize this is New York, so he's probably wearing that redneck outfit ironically.<br /><br />Mama, we're not in little Himmarshee anymore.<br /><br />Still in the park, I look longingly at a merry-go-round with French music, Le Carrousel. I'd love a ride, but I pass by, too uptight to ante up my $2 and join all the kids. I continue my walk, and see a dozen more New Yorkers carrying on in their unusual manner without regard to what people might think. I circle back to the park. I'm in New York to go on TV and promote my book to a national audience. If that's not taking a shot at the carousel's brass ring, I don't know what is.<br /><br />I pay my money and choose my horse. A palomino, with flowers on its pink saddle and hooves painted gold. The bell rings, the ride starts. And as I go up-and-down and round-and-round, I realize not a single New Yorker bats an eye at a middle-aged woman on a magical horse.<br /><br />It's the best 2 and 1/2 minutes I spend all day.<br /><span style="color:#888888;"><br /></span>Deborah Sharphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575491644343480392noreply@blogger.com2