I’m back! I’ve been gone a long time. I had a knee revision in August and contracted colitis. So a two-night hospital stay turned into a nine-night stay. It took another two weeks at home to clear up. Then I started eight weeks of physical therapy. I choose aquatic therapy which was really cool. The pool was 96 degrees and had an underwater treadmill. After the eight weeks , our contractor began the renovation of our kitchen. He took out a wall and extended the kitchen by closing in the screened porch. It was quite an adventure. Luckily we had a three-burner electric “stove” and a microwave. Those along with our gas grill, we able to make meals. Dishes were washed in the half bath. We bought professional GE Monogram appliances. The range has six gas burners which really come in handy when I’m cooking for our weekly Sunday night family dinner. The fewest number of people we ever have is nine, but there can be as many as thirteen to fifteen. It always makes for a wonderful evening. Now that the kitchen’s all done we’ll begin extending the other side of the screened porch. In the meantime, I’m working on the next book in the Sarah Tazewell series: These Hands. It’s about a female serial killer who cuts off the hands of the men she sleeps with.
On Saturday August 16th at 3:00 pm I’ll be at Prince Books in Norfolk, VA for a Meet and Greet and Book Signing. I’ve approached Barnes & Noble and Books a Million to schedule book signings and to hopefully get them to stock The Confessional. Haven’t heard back so I’ll have to try again. In the meantime, I’m continuing to work on These Hands – the next Sarah Tazewell Murder Mystery. I’ll have lots of time to write it as I recover from a total knee replacement revision on August 18th. The original replacement is 13 years old and beginning to fail. Continue letting people know about The Confessional and telling them they need to read it. Cheers.
Two new book signings are in the works. Tonight from 6:00-7:00 I’ll be at Murphy’s: A Grand Irish Pub at 2914 Pacific Avenue here at the Virginia Beach oceanfront. The second one is scheduled at the Red Mill Commons Buffalo Wild Wings in the southern part of Virginia Beach. It should be fun to meet and greet people, to sell them a book and then to sign it. They can also have some great food and drinks! I’ll let you know how it went in my next blog.
I gave a phone interview on Monday, the 16th with Relevant Radio which is a Catholic station broadcasting from Green Bay, WI. Before the call I was hesitant because I feared I’d be grilled about having a confessional converted to a phone booth and even worse having the serial killer giving a fake confession so he’d be free to kill again. BUT that didn’t happen. The host was very personable and we spent the time talking about the difference between psychopaths and sociopaths and the book I’m writing now – Night and Fog. It’s an historical novel based on the Holocaust and the Norwegian Resistance movement.
Well, after several weeks working with Monkey C Media, my web designer company, we’re “going live.” Now it’s been my understanding that I’ve been live for lots of years. Just not live in cyber space. So now we’re up and running with many thanks to Monkey C Media, et al.
Yesterday morning I had my first radio interview. The station was Relevant Radio broadcasting from Green Bay, WI. At first I was concerned because Relevant Radio is a Catholic station. My concern was that the radio host was going to take exception to my serial killer’s obsession with confessing in order to kill again. As it played out, we talked about the difference between psychopaths and sociopaths, the prevalence of evil in the world and why I decided to become an author after retiring from teaching. We spent some time talking about the historical novel I’m working on now, Night and Fog and These Hands the second thriller coursing around in the back of my mind. Tomorrow night I have another book signing. This time it will take place at Murphy’s: a Grand Irish Pub at 2914 Pacific Avenue at the oceanfront in Virginia Beach.
When I consider why it is that I love to write so much I’ve determined it’s because I am an extremely right-brained individual who can almost never turn my brain off. In fact, sometimes I have two-three streams of thought going through my mind at the same time. For example: one layer can be the conversation I’m having; under that layer maybe the tune to the last 50s song I heard on Sirius in my Ford Edge; finally, ideas from the last WWII documentary I saw for the book I’m currently writing – Night and Fog. I started writing it in my mind where must of my writing takes place (I hate to revise so I write it all in my mind and then input it into my computer). Anyway, I have spent about two years researching the war and reading dozen of books on the war and especially about the Norwegian Resistance Movement in which my family was deeply involved. I guess I can sum up my life by borrowing a quote from Sylvia Plath: “Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.”
“Welcome to my darker side. When my middle son Kristofer read a grisly part he said, ‘I can’t believe my mother wrote this.’”
The idea for The Confessional came to mind when my husband and I were going to renovator emporiums to find period architectural pieces for the Louisanna-style house we were building in Pungo Village in the rural southern part of Virginia Beach, VA. In Mechanicvile, VA we saw a confessional that they had for sale and I suggested we buy it and make it into a phone booth. Unfortunately it was too big for the house and on the two- hour trip back to the Beach the whole story was born in my mind as was the premise.
What if a murderer has, as part of his killing ritual, the obsession to confess in order to be free to kill again?
What if the church where he confesses is renovated and “his” confessional is sold?
What if a psychic woman buys the confessional and converts it into a phone book only to begin hearing jumbled voices each time she uses the confessional phone?
What if the confessors’ voices become only one: the deep, raspy voice of the murderer feigning contrition for his gruesome crimes?
Wouldn’t the woman’s curiosity compel her to find out as much as she could about the confessional?
Wouldn’t the murderer’s obsession to find “his” confession compel him to find it?
What might be the result of each of their searches?