Do you ever forget you’re a person? Work and chores and obligations and parenting tangles you up so fiercely you forget how to relax? It happened to me this spring. The company I work for diversified over the winter, and the brunt of the extra labor fell on me. I was struggling in the weeds, juggling flaming chainsaws, and I forgot to be myself. I can’t even entirely blame external pressures, because I’ve been keeping up with my writing and editing as much as possible in the stolen moments. I was so twisted up, so tense, I let my passion add to my stress, when it’s usually my outlet.
Thank goodness for a mile long stretch of pristine beach along a noisy, gaudy boardwalk on the New Hampshire coastline. I spent a week by the ocean with my husband’s family, and aside from some re-entry pangs, I felt like a person again.
It took me a day or two of literally lying in my beach chair with the sound of the tide in my ear and powdered sugar from Blink’s Fry Doe on my nose to remember that I had books waiting for me.
To read. For pleasure!
Firstly, the fourth installment in John Dolan’s Time, Blood & Karma series. I cannot accurately describe my crush on David Braddock. So it has been for four books. Running on Emptiness returns to the format of the first two books, and we are treated to Mr. Braddock’s signature wit and troubled, mischievous philosophy as he navigates a suspicious suicide, the spectre of a man who once wanted him dead, a Thai gang war, and the emotional maze of his family life. Running on Emptiness is dark, sharp, and tender, and the ending left me breathless, wondering how David Braddock will go forward.
From the exotic chaos of John Dolan’s Thailand, I headed east to Hawaii, and devoured the two most recent Lei Crime Series novellas from Eden Baylee. SEAL of a Monk and Charade at Sea each return to Hawaii and the adventures of Lainey Lee. Eden’s novellas keep a crisp pace, and with each one, we learn more about Lainey Lee, a recently single mother of adult sons, whose beginning her life again after a long, unhappy marriage. SEAL of a Monk introduces compelling former Navy SEAL and security consultant Max Scott, with whom Lainey shares an undeniable chemistry, even as they team up to rescue a lost young woman dear to Lainey’s heart. Charade at Sea reunites Lainey and Max on a luxury cruise around the islands, and once again they join forces to solve a mystery while exploring their newfound passion. Ripe with Eden’s command of the sensuous, these sexy mysteries were a perfect read with my toes in the hot sand.
The Coincidence of Coconut Cake ended up on my Kindle thanks to a promotion that I can’t recall, but I loved this delightful, light romance not only for the feisty, culinary heroine and the charming, awkward hero, but for the author’s unabashed devotion to all things Milwaukee. Having set a novel in a place I love, I understand that need to sing a love song to the sights, scents, and heart of a beloved locale. I devoured this one, all puns intended.
I finished a positively decadent week of pleasure reading with the first two novels in Laurie Breton’s Jackson Falls series. In Coming Home, Casey Bradley’s tumultuous love affair with rock and roll singer Danny Fiore whisks her away from home. Fifteen years and a lifetime of hard, fast living, joy and grief bend Casey’s road home to the life she was always meant to have in Jackson Falls. Sleeping with the Enemy picks up a family thread introduced in Coming Home and ties it neatly back into the tapestry of Jackson Falls. While I loved Casey’s journey in Coming Home, I thought Sleeping With the Enemy was a tighter, better paced story.
Guess what happened then? I drafted these paragraphs and forgot to post them, and fell right back into the nonsense and marvel of day-to-day. You cannot imagine the cobwebs in my WordPress dashboard this evening.
Have you read any of my belated summer reading picks? Id love to hear your thoughts.
It’s spring break here in Massachusetts, and the weather is finally starting to feel like green things and blue skies. Time for some fun chick lit!
Charlene Ross’s Frosted Cowboy is a Hollywood rom-com waiting to happen. Thirty-two year-old heroine Laney Delaney is engaging and relatable, her antics and adventures just enough over the top, the supporting cast and Los Angeles setting one notch dreamier than real life. The problems Laney stumbles over are mostly of her own making, reacting or not reacting to the people and events around her, and it’s finally when she stops reacting and starts owning herself that her story and her stars align.
Charlene’s first-person storytelling keeps the reader in the moment with Laney, and her breezy, conversational prose goes down smooth – much like I imagine the novel’s eponymous cocktail does.
Charlene Ross, a Los Angeles suburbanite, is the author of FROSTED COWBOY (Velvet Morning Press Feb 2016) and LOVE ON THE ROCKS (WITH SALT), a novella. She is also a contributor to THE MAKING OF A PICKY EATER. She has been featured in Skirt! Magazine and on NPR’s This I Believe series. Before life in the suburbs she backpacked through eighteen European countries, lived in London, worked in the music industry, and became engaged on stage at a U2 concert in Verona, Italy. (Bono even kissed her!) Now she drives carpool, embarrasses her children by dancing “in the pit” at free cover band concerts, and works hard at keeping the spark of her 20-year marriage alive.
It’s difficult for me to articulate my feelings about Julie C. Gardner’s debut novel, Letters for Scarlet. Not because I didn’t fly through my advance copy, thinking I’d solved the mystery twice, thinking I had the end figured out, only to be surprised with each turn of the chapters. Not because I wasn’t drawn to her complex, achingly human characters, not because I didn’t feel the California settings as if I were in them.
Because the story conjures up so many memories and feelings.
Letters for Scarletresonates deeply with me. Objectively, no moment in my past is as desperate and charged as the one which defined a decade for Julie’s protagonists, but there are relationships from those giddy heartbeats on the cusp of adulthood that certainly define parts of who I am, even now.
Though a continent divides us, I recently got to spend an hour picking Julie’s brain, and I promise the only thing that could have improved the experience would have been sitting down with her, some M&Ms, and her puppy.
CDG: So first I’m going to gush a little and say that I loved reading Letters For Scarlet. I know I’ve said it fourteen billion times, but seriously.
CDG: One of my favorite things about it was actually that your characters frustrated me. They were so real, complex and human and flawed, but trying. Did either Corie or Scarlet come first to you? Or was it more about the ideas/storyline?
JCG: I’m glad you saw the complexity because I worked hard at making sure the characters had both good and bad traits. As a reader, I appreciate characters who aren’t on one end of the spectrum. Real people are more complicated than that. The idea/storyline was the seed, from a five-year letter assignment I did with my own seniors for years. I extended the timeframe to ten years so the characters would be older and more would have happened to them. Originally, I had FOUR main characters (can you imagine? talk about biting off more than I could chew) then condensed them to two. So Corie and Scarlet had bits of two characters in them, honestly.
CDG: I kind of love that. We so rarely talk about what actually happens when the darlings are killed.
JCG: I wrote 100 pages before calling it quits on the four narrators. That was a tough one. And I still LOVE one of the characters I lost; she just didn’t have a real place in the story as it developed. I might save her for her own novel.
CDG: Oooh! Your teaching experience is obviously a huge part of LFS, so was it fun to write characters like Tuck and Scarlet with such specifically non-teaching jobs? Even Mrs. Harper being in real estate, do you have experience with those fields, was there research?
JCG: I had to research Scarlet’s situation at a law firm, but since her job really didn’t shape any of the storylines, I included as little as possible to avoid tripping up and writing something implausible. One of my lifelong best friends is an attorney, so I had her read for accuracy and kept those parts of the book simple. I know several real estate agents, but again, Laura’s day-to-day actions weren’t important to the story, so I cut them. Better to move forward than get bogged down in details just to show I know my stuff, right? As for Tuck, my husband has been in surgical sales for almost 15 years so I had a very clear vision of his job and its impact. Although I must say Bill is NOTHING like Tuck and he doesn’t travel. (Phew!) That aspect of the job was something I know about from others in his field.
CDG: We approach profession research very similarly #keepitsimple I am fascinated by the whole surgical sales thing. I’d never heard of that until I met Tuck Slater.
JCG: I never heard of it until I married Bill – ha!
CDG: Confession: my favorite character was Clara. I am a sucker for a solid BFF/wingman. I love her mix of practical and flip, and her unflinching loyalty to Scarlet, even when Clara has clearly taken on more than she planned.
JCG: I love Clara. I was a little nervous about the whole “she hasn’t lived in England since she was a toddler but still tosses around a ‘bloody hell’ in conversations” thing but in the end, I thought it worked for her. One of my struggles in the book was to get the reader to buy into the fact that Clara would put up with Scarlet. I’m still not sure I totally pulled that off. I’m aware that most friends would cut and run, which is why, I think, people fall for Clara.
CDG: I think you found the balance. Clara’s not a Pollyanna about their situation.
JCG: Oh, good about the Pollyanna thing. Like I said – I worked hard to make the relationship plausible. I wanted them to call each other out and also forgive, move on. Like life! But Clara probably comes the closest to being “all good” in this book. And Gavin. I’m a sucker for Gav.
CDG: I write romances, I love a little impossibly amazing in my men. And he’s not perfect, either. Just good.
JCG: My brother-in-law read Letters for Scarlet and he said he loved the book, but his first reaction/comment was to feel sorry for Tuck and Gavin. I have to admit, I was not really focused at all on the feelings of the men in the story. I loved the male characters, but my concern lay with the women and their pain, growth, hope. I mean, I didn’t IGNORE their feelings. But they were secondary, if that makes sense.
CDG: I think that is a case of “know your audience.” The story is about two women, written by a woman, and in a genre dominated by female readers.
CDG: I recently confessed to writing my way back into a place I wish I still lived, and I tend to set my books in New England — in no small way because it’s what I know best. Is that the case with LFS? Will we see future characters set elsewhere? Is your setting a place you’ll revisit?
JCG: Conejo Springs, where Corie and Tuck live, is absolutely based on my hometown. I’ve only ever lived in the suburbs of LA so it was a no-brainer for me to include that as one of the settings. I think the suburbs of LA is a great place to be stuck if you must be stuck somewhere, but I’m a little jealous of authors who have spent parts of their lives in many places and can draw from those experiences. Authenticity is important. But ultimately, I think imagination trumps reality. If you write about a place with conviction and include the right balance of details, readers will believe. At least I hope so. So yes, I’m open to other locations. And if I have to visit to get a real feel for it…all the better!
CDG: Time for a Julie C. Gardner story set in the suburbs of Boston, then. Pronto!
CDG: The Freedom Trail is waiting for you. I suspected as much about Conejo Springs, as I get to call you a friend. There was a kind of casual affection in the way your write about it. And I’ve seen pictures of where you call home. Swoon!
JCG: It’s lovely here but I always thought I’d move away after college. I went to UCLA which took me about 30 miles from home – not exactly AWAY. I was ready and willing to move somewhere else, then I met Bill who had lived in New York, New Jersey, Maryland and DC. He finally felt at home HERE. So. Wherever he is, is home for me. And his “home” happened to be my hometown.
CDG: And then I actually swooned from how wonderful that is. We authors are expected to have a distinct social media presence, to let readers into our lives, which is a mixed blessing sometimes… But I admire the grace with which you handle yours. I also admire your dogs, whom I have fallen in love with through your social media.
JCG: Thank you for saying that about my social media presence. It’s a fine line we walk between letting people in and overstepping lines of intimacy. And yes. DOGS FOREVER! Honestly, the dogs have been helpful because unlike many of my publishing sisters who share adorable pictures of their children, I have teenagers whose privacy I labor to protect. My pups don’t care if I tease them in public! And also, I ADORE THEM SHAMELESSLY so yes. I will continue to post pictures even though my mother shakes her head. I also adore my children shamelessly. But I think that’s obvious, too.
CDG: My little boy is getting old enough that he is starting to care about how I portray him… I will have to start sharing more photos of my pug. I promise I will let you resume your life shortly, but I have to mention the Write Today First/#290minutes post on your blog. I was personally inspired by that piece of advice, and I loved following you as you walked the talk. Do you keep a lot of the handwritten words? Do they end up in your manuscripts?
JCG: GREAT question! I meant it when I said that half of my most recent WIP was written by hand in ten-minute-a-day increments. Of course I wrote for longer periods on many occasions. But those low-pressure ten minutes were my way back in every day. That was the first time I tried it and about 50% of the present draft was transferred from handwritten pages. It worked!
CDG: You set such a fantastic example.
JCG: I am fortunate to be in a position to devote time to something I love. I’m well aware that not every aspiring writer is in that position. In fact, I’m certain most aren’t. I try never to take that for granted!
CDG: I struggle with balancing needing a day job to pay the bills with building a platform for my writing, never mind doing the actual writing, so your reminder that it can be done longhand in ten minute sessions helps me stay invested when I feel overwhelmed.
JCG: This has been so great, Cam. You are just…a delight. I hope you’ll let me interview you when Sweet Pease launches. What’s the estimate on that these days?
CDG: I’d love to say it might come out this year, but I also don’t want to rush it and then disappoint myself or my readers, but it’s coming.
JCG: I LOVE Thornton. I would move there. Except Bill.
CDG: Maybe Julie and Bill will turn up at the Damselfly one of these days… I will officially wrap up the interviewish stuff by saying congratulations one more time, and asking one last tiny question… Can we get a teaser of what’s next from you?
JCG: Well, I’m about to begin a follow-up to Letters for Scarlet that won’t focus on Corie and Scarlet but will, instead, delve into the lives of some of the side characters (so I hope readers like them!). I’m editing/revising a novel about a woman whose life is turned upside down (in multiple ways) on the eve of her 35th birthday. For better or worse, multiple options for moving forward present themselves and she has to decide – for the first time – what it is SHE truly wants. So look for a sequel to LFS and also new women’s fiction. How’s THAT for a vague answer – ha!
Julie C. Gardner is a former English teacher and lapsed marathon runner who traded in the classroom for a writing nook. Now she rarely changes out of her pajamas. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children, and three dogs.
Some five-ish years ago, almost six now, when I was new to writing online (as opposed to just journaling my thought-vomit), I wandered, much like Gretel, into a witch’s dooryard. This witch lured you with laughter and wit so dry it crackled, she fed you beautiful imagery, and then cooked you with brilliant, lovely snark in the comments.
Okay, maybe not. The cooking part of the analogy doesn’t quite work, but it was good up until then. Kris Wehrmeister of Pretty All True is that witch, and I have just been cooked again. Or something.
Fightball: Dying of Suck is Kris’s second 2015 release, the first in a series of what I will presume will be more snort-out-loud-while-your-husband-is-sleeping-next-to-you funny memoirs which I truly hope concludes with her elder daughter’s proposed masterwork, “ALL THE TIMES MOTHER HAS FAILED ME AND ALSO A FEW TIMES DADDY MESSED UP, by Maj Wehrmeister.”
You know that outward-blown snorting, hissed-breath laugh you do when you’re reading? Few pages didn’t cause that. I laughed out loud enough times that I ended up reading bits aloud to my eight-year-old son. Ill-advised, that, since now he regards then-eight-also Kallan as a spirit animal of sorts.
That ends well for me, I bet.
I won’t lie, this book isn’t for everyone. If, however, witty, hyper-literate hyperbole, finding the tenderness in absurdity, and the kind of truth that’s certainly stranger than fiction excites you as much as poo-slugs and the number 72, I highly recommend picking Fightball up.
Felix and I are, for the third go ’round, reading the Harry Potter books, but now that he is eight, he wants to finish the story. (Prior to this, we stopped at the end of Goblet of Fire, because I felt the story was above his Kindergarten and younger interest. Let’s be honest, all the anger and angst in Order of the Phoenix frustrates me, and I was a teenager once.) It’s been a great experience, reading these books aloud again, this time with an audience who picks up so much more nuance and connection.
Upon hearing that the Ministry and the Daily Prophet were quietly smearing Harry in the press following Voldemort’s return, Felix got all het up and shouted, “Cornelius Fudge should lose his job!”
Too right, love. Too right.
I could go on forever about the things he’s loving about the story, but in particular he is just tickled pink by Arthur Weasley’s obsession with Muggles and their coping mechanisms. He also appreciates that I would dearly love to master some of Molly’s domestic spell talent. Since Thursday nights are busy right now — swimming lessons right from aftercare, which means I pick up straight from work, and we don’t get home until after 7:00 — I’ve been trying to get dinner started in the slow cooker in the morning.
This dreary February morning, I left tikka masala in the slow cooker, cardamom rice in the rice cooker, and the dishwasher merrily cleaning several days’ worth of mess.
We muddle along without spells as best we can, but I refer to it as “the magic kitchen,” and Felix says it’s definitely Arthur Weasley approved.
If you’re interested, you can find the tikka masala recipe we’re using at The Kitchn.