Finally, the Malice in Memphis ghost stories with their attendant bios and illustrations have gone in to Dark Oak Press, who plans to publish them. There were times I thought it would never happen. Of course, there will be editing problems and every other kind of problem betwixt this particular cup and lip, but I hope that Bluff City Ghost Stories will be available in trade paperback, hard cover, and e-book before too long.
Malice in Memphis is already kicking around subjects for another anthology. For a project that was supposed initially to be a writing exercise for our members, this has taken on a life of its own. I hope it’s a life that Dark Oak Press will gain enough benefit from it that they will want to publish our next anthology.
In the meantime, I’m working on my next murder mystery, Death of a Dressage Diva. Unlike a lot of writers, I don’t handle writing on several fiction projects at once very well. Some writers can write one book while rewriting a second, editing a third and planning a fourth. More power to them. I am terribly jealous of them. I get one set of characters and their problems in my head, and they are the only ones I can think of for the duration. At which point, I generally forget their names.
It’s common with actors. The show closes Saturday night, and by Monday morning the actors can’t remember a single line. One of my opera singer buddies said that if she sang La Traviata on Monday, then Tosca on Wednesday, she had to relearn Traviata before she sang it again on Saturday. Not from scratch, of course. But she definitely had to have a complete coaching session before she went on stage or she ran the risk of swinging off into Vissi D’Arte instead Brindisi.
Their is a story that someone asked Einstein for the answer to a simple mathematical question. He answered, “I don’t know.” Then he reached behind him, pulled out a book from his shelf and looked up the answer. “I only have to remember where to find the information I need when I need it. The rest is just clutter.” Probably never happened, but it’s a good story.
Unfortunately, I have a lot more clutter in my brain than he did, and I don’t solve the problems of the universe either.
Today is May Day. Hard to believe. The locust trees, the azaleas, the wild roses, the wisteria, the dogwood are all in bloom. For the next two weeks we may be lucky enough to enjoy springtime. Maybe. By the middle of May we’ll be back in west Tennessee summertime. Drat! Happy May Day! Go find yourself a May Pole to dance around.