There's no predicting What Will Happen or (given the international time zone locations of the group) exactly When. Any time from midnight August 15th to midnight August 16th #Awethor Awareness may strike.
Friday, August 7, 2015
On August 15th #Awethors Are Poised to Attack...Their Keyboards
Monday, June 8, 2015
Have you ever known a murderer?
I mentioned that I’d known two murderers during a mystery writers’ critique group meeting some years ago. There was a shocked silence among the other aspiring writers. None of them had known a murderer! I was as shocked as they were. I thought everyone had.
Was my predilection for knowing murderers just because I was a good listener and people told me their sins? Or was it because I’d worked in a mental hospital? She goes into riveting detail in her Lineup article
I joined the group a little later, but I probably would have made Jaki feel less alone if I'd been in it when the question was asked because I've known a few murderers as well. On the other hand, Jaki really IS the sort of person strangers share their secrets with.
When my late husband Charlie, worked in the law library while going to night law school, he amused himself by reading criminal case law. He was shocked to see the name of a mutual friend who was involved with and helped the police catch a murderer. Charlie mentioned it to me and I had to say, "Oh, yeah that guy, he used to hang around with [mutual friend's name omitted]."
Charlie adjusted quickly--after all, there had even been a murder in the apartment above us, though we moved in after most of the parties involved had moved on. Charlie soon learned to tease visitors by mentioning the crime when the weather got hot enough that flies circled around the apartment. No connection with the murder upstairs. We just didn't have window screens back then and the flies did that in all the apartments when it got too hot. But the homicide was real.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
The Report from Awesome Authorland
Writing is a lonely business and most of us handle that well. You have to be comfortable talking to imaginary people in your head in order to do it at all. But we’re human, we want other people to read and enjoy our work. Engaging with actual humans can be hard because we aren't sure they'll be nice to us. We're supposed to be "competing" for readers. Actually readers are addicted to fiction, so they can probably consume more than all of us combined could create. It takes way longer to write a book than to read it! But that doesn't stop the anxiety and self-doubt.
So you ask yourself: How to prepare? What if they are so much better than I am? FYI, some of them probably are, but if they’re snooty about it, screw them. Actually nobody proved to be snooty at this event. Au contraire, everyone was warm and welcoming with no necessity to retort or retreat.
A couple of people who participated on April 12th were surprised and touched at the supportive nature of authors to each other. Michael J. Elliott’s posted about his experience.
The kindness of strange authors was less surprising to me because I have seen so much support, knowledge-sharing and mutual aid among authors in the past, particularly in mystery circles such as Sisters in Crime and the DorothyL list. I've also been to marvelously supportive events through Pearlsong Press. But last Sunday the interaction was both real time and extended, through fast-moving discussions on Facebook and Twitter that stayed up for responses to contribute hours later.
The giveaways and contests were managed by the amazing DM Cain and Rocky Rochford.
I put together a semblance of a competition to give away a copy of Gravitas: Valkyrie in the Forbidden Zone. There were no takers. If nothing else, this amused me (ya know, "can't give it away and all that").
Those who want free stuff from me will have another chance if they sign up for my new mailing list--another thing I was inspired to try. Sign up here for new book and free story info.
The verdict: A good time was had by all, friendships forged and future projects launched. Also, I was totally trashed for a couple of days but that goes with the territory!
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Fast Approaching the speed of Awesome - Proof Positive Interview
Monday, April 6, 2015
Christie Stratos explains the 24-hour April 12 event
Saturday, March 28, 2015
An Awesome Online Author Event coming April 12th
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I'll drink a cup to Fat Friendly Fiction in 2013!
Email me at murraymade@yahoo.com for a one-page printable Word version of the author list.
Here it is for your reading pleasure! FAT FRIENDLY FICTION
CHICK LIT & HUMOR
Backauskas, Staci
MacAfee, Stephanie
Murray, Lynne
Palmer, Liza
CHILDREN'S BOOKS
Carlson, Nancy
Corum, Ann Kondo
Ka, Olivier
CURVY EROTICA
Armstrong, Mechele
Brown, Leila
Blank, Hanne
Davis, Justine
Hunter, Adriana
James, Karolyn
Lane, Gretchen
Lee, Marilyn
Lovell, Christin
Moore, Alexis
Scott, J. S.
Verdenis, Angelina
Wick, Christa
FANTASY/PARANORMAL/VISIONARY
Bertauski , Tony
Fox, Andrew
Murray, Lynne
Owen, Lauri J.
Pratchett, Terry
Price, Susan
Truant, Johnny B
MYSTERY & SUSPENSE
Ballard, Pat
Biggers, Earl Derr
Carr, John Dickson
Chesterton, G.K.
Collins, Wilkie
Dickens, Charles
Dickson, Carter
Langton, Jane
Le Carré, John
Lorens, M.K.
Lovesey, Peter
Lovett, Charlie
McKevett, G.A.
Mortimer, John
Murray, Lynne
Smith, Alexander McCall
SHORT STORIES
Bagshaw, Judy
Ballard, Pat
Blank, Hanne (Ed.)
Chesterton, G.K.
Irving, Washington
Jaffarian, Sue Ann
Jarrell, Donna (Ed.)
Koppelman, Susan (Ed.)
Ira Sukrungruang (Ed.)
UNCATEGORIZED
(LITERARY/PLAYS/WOMEN'S etc.)
Adams, Essa
Dickens, Charles
Shakespeare, William
Stinson, Susan
YOUNG ADULT BOOKS
Bellairs, John
Bennett, Cherie
Berk, Josh
Bethancourt, Ernesto T.
Healy, Karen
Hoffman, Nina Kiriki
Lovett, Charlie
Newman, Leslea
Purtill, C. Leigh
Rex, Adam
Strickland, Brad
Saturday, December 10, 2011
41st Six Sentence Sunday...who's delusional here?
Falstaff did seem appropriate to his age and girth, but he had picked an unusual figure to impersonate, or fixate on--not Napoleon or Elvis--but Shakespeare's Falstaff, a character from literature! Unusual.
No harm in talking to him--he seemed harmless. Had there ever been a journal article on delusions of being a fictional character? A flicker of self-interest ran through me at the thought of a journal article on this subject, and I must have showed it in some way because he leaned toward me.
I tensed up, remembering the months when I worked in a full-fledged mental hospital.
For more fun in six-sentence snippets, check out some (or all!) of the 160 authors at Six Sunday.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
31st Six Sentence Sunday...when therapy goes terribly wrong...
"I'm not sure if he wants power, or if he just wants to be immortal--he's an older man--he's thirty-five."
I sat back just a little, partly to keep from smiling, remembering my own twenties when thirty-five had seemed impossibly old to me, while now, in my late forties, it seems impossibly young. Scratch that, I happened to be dating--well, sleeping with--a thirty-five-year-old man, so I couldn’t call it impossibly young.
"His name is Henry Roy," Mina said, happy to say his name.
It became very hard to breathe in my office at that moment because Henry Roy was the name of my own thirty-five-year-old lover, though everyone called him Hal.
"Everyone calls him Hal," Mina said.
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Saturday, September 17, 2011
30th week of six sentence Sunday - Vampires & Therapy
For several months my client, Wilhelmina--Mina--has come in twice a week to talk about her fears of being stalked by vampires who wanted to make her undead. I don't believe in vampires, but something was scaring the hell out of Mina and her terror came along with her into my consulting room with a presence strong enough to make my own throat tense up. So I wasn’t prepared when Mina started off the session with a shy smile and announced, “I’m engaged!”
I smiled back and almost said, "Congratulations," but stopped myself and retreated into my therapist role and said, "Tell me about it."
She lowered her voice, "He wants to become one of them."
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
29th Six Sentence Sunday, how badly does she want her stolen property back?
"The corridor on the left leads to the back door," Hal had told me on my first visit. "I keep my coffin in a shed out there--did I tell you I was a vampire?"
Strange how I forgot those words until I stood on the red stone floor again and started up the chilly staircase, also red stone.
A scrabbling sound nearby made me freeze in my tracks. I stopped to listen. The house seemed to shudder like a ship in the wind.
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
28th Six Sentence Sunday, a dangerous seach
I knew I could be arrested and lose my license if the old lady called Hal or the cops. But I needed to get my property back and I was still enraged that Hal had taken it. I walked into the darkened foyer. It was paved in dark red stone. It was late afternoon but very little daylight filtered in and the lights mounted on the wall glowed already in their twisted copper fittings. The veins in the alabaster seemed to pulse like reptilian eggs.
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Sunday, July 31, 2011
23rd six sentence Sunday, Meeting the Multibillionaire
My guide was gone without a word and I stepped toward the woman who sat in a wheelchair next to a heavy mahogany desk that probably had belonged to some Spanish grandee.
Alicia Madrone was in her sixties and narrow as a whippet, with pewter hair pulled into a chignon. Despite the flood of sunshine from the windows that looked out over the Bay, she wore a heavy sweater and wool skirt. The lilac point Siamese on her lap raised his head and stared at me for a moment before settling back down into the blue blanket that matched the color of his eyes.
I reached into my pocket to peel a tissue off the pack I'd brought. I was starting to sweat.
This week at least 170 writers signed up to share six sentence snippets from works in a broad range of genres. Check them out over at Six Sunday!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Finally foreplay! The 6th Week of Six Sunday Sentences - from Bride of the Living Dead
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