March
It’s
March already! How come the older I get, the faster time flies? No need to
answer that question. Anyone who’s old knows the feeling, and if you aren’t yet
old, you will know it—with luck and survival skills.
Winners
of February’s contest, which is whatever book you want as long as I have a copy,
are: Alicia Carol, Linda Rorex, Rita Wray and ALICE DUNCAN! Yes! There’s
another one! And she lives in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. She also claims to wear
a kilt, but I haven’t seen proof of same yet. I’ll send you an e-book of your
choice, Alice, since I can’t afford to send a real book. Alicia, Linda and
Rita, please let me know which book you’d like, and I’ll send it to you. It may
take me a while to do so (unless you want an e-book) I regret to say, because I’ve
been a bit dilatory of late.
So.
Here’s the fabulous cover of next
month’s release, SPIRITS UNEARTHED, Daisy Gumm Majesty’s 12th (actually,
it’s her 13th, but let’s not go into that again) adventure. Right below the cover is a link to purchase
it for your Amazon Kindle or your B&N Nook:
February
was kind of a dopey month. I got edits for SPIRITS UNEARTHED while I was sick,
and I fear for the book’s reception and overall worth. I think it stinks,
although I do hope I’m wrong. The cover is spectacular. Yes, Spike is a
black-and-tan dachshund; red dachshunds show up better on book covers.
Therefore, he’s red on the cover (by the way, red is dachshund-speak for brown).
But his attitude on the cover is pure Spike, and he’s doing precisely what he
does in the book to get the action started. Hope the rest of the book lives up
to its cover. If you ever want to understand insecurity, go in for a writing
career. Insecurity guaranteed, curse it.
Oh,
and everyone else I know was sick in February, too. Basically, February was a
sickly, sucky month. Fortunately, the hounds seem to be all right, even
Giblett, my problem child, which doesn’t seem quite fair to me but what do I
know?
Also,
I got an invitation to attend my – this just makes me gasp with appalled-ness –
55th high-school reunion. I swear, I don’t know how I got so old so
fast. I wouldn’t mind the aging thing if it didn’t hurt so much, but oh, well.
However, I’m going to attend. This is mainly because I’ll get to see Phyllis
McKown and Janet Levine Goldberg, with whom I used to play flute in the Eliot
Junior High School band in Altadena, California. I don’t think the three of us
have been together since Eliot days! Egad. I only recently found out that neither
Phyllis nor Janet considered herself a musician, but both merely sort of faked
it. And here I thought we were all ardent flautists who practiced all the time
(even though by doing so we made our dogs howl). Show’s how much anyone knows
about anyone else when s/he’s a kid, huh? Also, it cleared up any doubt I might
have had about why I was selected to be first-chair flute. Evidently, I was the
only one who could play the instrument!
Anyway,
now I’m in the process of writing Daisy’s 13th (or 14th)
adventure, SHAKEN SPIRITS, in which Daisy has already been hit by a car and had
her left shoulder dislocated. She’s recovering nicely, although she’s in a good
deal of pain. The car that hit her was a 1923 Cole Sportster Sedan, quite a
classy car. In fact, here it is! It’s not the real culprit. It’s the agent the
real culprit used to whack poor Daisy. After
he stole it from a grand estate in the San Rafael hills. Then he abandoned it
on the Angeles Crest, the bounder:
Well, whatever.
Let’s see now. What should I give away at the end of March? SPIRITS UNEARTHED
comes out in April, so what I think I’ll do is give away one copy each of
SPIRITS ONSTAGE (in which Daisy has a marvelous
time playing Katisha, the mean old nastypants in Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Mikado), UNSETTLED SPIRITS (in which
people keep dropping dead during communion service at Daisy’s church), BRUISED
SPIRITS (in which Daisy and her friends save the life of a battered woman –
this is based on a true story, by the way. The woman lives in Australia), and
SPIRITS UNITED, in which a dastardly plot at the California Institute of
Technology (or Caltech as it’s affectionately known) is foiled by Daisy and her
gang. I think Sam’s Voodoo juju goes a bit wacky in this one, too.
A
word about my monthly contests. I love giving my work to people; however, I
found out quite by accident a few months ago that sending books to Great
Britain, Australia, and other countries outside the United States is beyond my
monetary capability. If a resident of a nation other than the United States has
an e-reader, I’ll happily supply that person with an e-book. If a person
doesn’t have an e-reader and still likes to read book-books, he or she is on
his or her own. I’m sorry, but what I laughingly call my writing career hasn’t made
me wealthy yet. And it probably won’t, but let’s not get in to that because it
always depresses me. So. That’s that.
If
you’d like to enter the contest, just send me an email (alice@aliceduncan.net) and give me
your name and home address. If you’d like to be added to my mailing list, you
may do so on my web site (http://aliceduncan.net/) or email me
(you won’t be smothered in e-mails, because I only write one blog a month, and
that’s an effort). If you’d like to be friends on Facebook, visit my page at https://www.facebook.com/alice.duncan.925.
Thank you!
4 comments:
Alice,
Congrats on your latest novel! I'm certain you don't give yourself enough credit. All your novels are well worth reading. Best wishes.
Thanks, Jacquie. I hope you're right.
Great post!
Intriguing book.
Good luck and God's blessings
Pamt
Thanks for dropping by, Pam!
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