I am remembering that old saw, “Be careful what you wish for.” I haven’t had a contract for a new book since my husband died three years ago. Then in very short order I got a great new agent, a three book contract for a new series, a deadline for my new short story in the Malice in Memphis anthology series, plus editing duties for all the stories, and on Friday the editor of the Mossy Creek series from Belle Books called to say that the last two books of the series are actually going to be written. Would I please I have my two new stories to them ASAP. Unfortunately, it’s been so long since the last Mossy Creek book that I cannot remember much about them. I had to stop and think what were the names of the two characters that I am responsible for writing.
Of course, I always have a problem with names of my characters. I forget them as soon as the book is published. I generally keep a list on my desk of at least the main characters in my current book and refer to it often. Several years ago I asked a good friend what she was reading. She told me she was reading a book about a heroine (and gave me her name) and a hero (she gave me his name.).
I asked her who wrote it. She told me, “You did, fool.” Once she reminded me, I did remember, but I didn’t remember much about them except the conflict they had that threatened to keep them apart.
Fortunately, I have most of my short story for the Malice in Memphis anthology finished and the synopsis submitted. I also have over a hundred pages of the first book in my contract with Harlequin done. Mossy Creek? Haven’t a clue what I’ll write, although I have at least a couple of ideas. I always say I write better under pressure. Well, here’s my chance to prove it.
Saturday evening I attended an evening at the Germantown Performing Arts Center of a modern dance group called Momix with two of my buddies. If you have ever seen or heard of Pilobolus, this is in the same vein, but much more dance and less pure construction. Although we were a little uncertain whether we’d like it or not during the first five minutes, once the group got rolling, it was a knockout. Around here we tend to give a standing ovation to on stage garbage collection. This group, however, deserved the standing ovation and multiple curtain calls they received. I don’t believe that human beings can actually do that sort of thing with their bodies. I wasn’t that flexible or muscular when I was fifteen. If you get a chance to see them, for heaven’s sake do it. And take your children. I’ll bet you have a great evening. We certainly did.