Opera, gyms, and shredded carrots – some of my unfavorite things by donalee Moulton

  Opera, gyms, and shredded carrots

I was recently interviewed about being a writer – and being a whole bunch of other things. Quick answers to fun questions. I’d like to share them with you. 

 

Things you never want to run out of: Chocolate, sweat pants, downward dogs 

Things you wish you’d never bought: White chocolate, stilettos, a gym membership 

 

Hardest thing about being a writer: Writing  
Easiest thing about being a writer: Talking about writing with other writers 
 

Favorite foods: Miso chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, baked gnocchi with Italian sausage  

Things that make you want to gag: Snails (even if you call it “escargot”), lima beans, coconut  

 

Favorite music or song: I like music I can move to or with lyrics that move me 

Music that drives you crazy: Opera (sadly) 

 

Last best thing you ate: Cider doughnuts  
Last thing you regret eating: Some waxy wrap thing with shredded carrots 

 

The last thing you ordered online: A catio for Wiley Bob so he can safely go out in the sunshine  

The last thing you regret buying: A wool winter coat that’s itchy to look at and itchy to wear 

 

Things you always put in your books: Humor  
Things you never put in your books: Blood, guts, gore (at least so far) 

 

Favorite places you’ve been: Sable Island, Thailand, Sweden  
Places you never want to go to again: Retreats with yurts 

 

Favorite books (or genre): Charlotte’s Web, Where the Crawdad’s Sing, The Marriages Between Zones Three, Four, and Five 

Books you wouldn’t buy: Horror 

 

Best thing you’ve ever done: Written books and stories and poems and articles  
Biggest mistake: Going to the opera ties with joining a gym 

 

The nicest thing a reader said to you: One reader posted a picture of themselves lounging in the sun reading Hung Out to Die. They captioned it “Perfect afternoon.” 

The craziest thing a reader said to you: Some readers see sexual tension between two characters in Hung Out to Die. I just don’t see it. 

 

Some real-life story that made it to one of your books: I can get up off the floor without using my hands. So can one of my characters. 

Something in your story that readers think is about you, but it’s not: Love of coffee. I don’t drink caffeine.  

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How to Compete, When You're Not Competitive by Julie Christen

 

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I was born without a competitive bone in my body. It might be some genetic defect, but I've learned to live with it. I first noticed it, probably, in grade school. You know, when we had to run relays and whatnot for gym? Mind you, I had some wheels on me in those youthful days. Must have been from racing my dog into the woods. Or perhaps my speed developed from playing kick-the-can with the neighborhood kids, and being terrified of getting caught. I wonder if all the swimming in the lake contributed, too. Regardless, I was in decent shape.

But whenever it came to any sort of track event, typically, I was found in the way back. I always started out strong, somewhere in the mix of leaders. Then, I would check my six for stragglers and feign exhaustion. I would slide back gradually, until I matched strides with the last person. I just couldn't stand how defeated they looked, trying as hard as they could, huffing and puffing, on the verge of giving up. Alone. I would not have it. Not on my watch. Sometimes they didn't want me there, but most often, having someone run next to them seemed to help them cross the finish line with a smile and a high five.  

That was my win. 

Back then, we didn't get "Participation" ribbons or "Showed Up" trophies, so my bedroom walls were not adorned with glossy blue and red ribbons or shiny plastic trophies with my name engraved on a plate. And I never once, in all my childhood memories, felt bad or bitter or regretful for it. Rick Springfield and The Greatest American Hero, among other posters from TEEN and Bop! magazines were decoration enough. Cheering others on comes naturally to me. 

My defunct competitive gene didn't really bother me.

It does, however, make peddling my wares and "selling myself" (ugh) as an author, rather, well, difficult. Not that I don't love my books and sharing my stories. Gosh, I could talk about my stories all my live-long days with anyone willing to listen. And for Frank and the Nokotas? I will speak on their behalf and be their cheerleader until they shut the lights off. 

So to be competitive without being competitive, I focus on these three things with great hope that they will carry me as far as I can go. 

1. Write a really good story. That's where my heart lies.

2. Work my tail off and be a little brave when promoting online and in person.

3. Finally, be a cheerleader for others. If I can help them feel good about their successes, that's still my win.

#forevercheerleader

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Hydrants, DNA and best day ever by donalee Moulton

 

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My first Lotus Detective Agency mystery is also my first book to include a dog with a recurring role. Madoff, aptly named by his auditor owner, is a Westie. Not surprisingly, there is a West Highland Terrier Day. In honor of Madoff and all Westies, I thought I’d celebrate by sharing a few excerpts from Bind where Madoff takes centerstage.  

***

 Madoff, enters stage left

 It’s 5:30. Madoff is not pleased with being disturbed before the sun is up but graciously agrees to go for a quick walk and a pee. Well, several pees and a lot of sniffing. Madoff is surprised how many of his kinfolk are up and about this time of day. Charlene is less surprised, and more indifferent. She still has her pajama bottoms on. If anybody says anything, she’ll pull a Woo Woo and tell them they are tulip pants. Whatever the hell they are.

Madoff takes a little extra time at the last hydrant, perhaps sensing something is up and it may be a while before he is anywhere near a tree. Charlene has both worked herself up and calmed herself down. She gives Madoff a hug. (A little too tight he thinks.)

***

Madoff is frustrated. It’s 9:45 pm. He should be in bed. Charlene should be in bed with him. She would be reading. He would be snoring. Instead, they are here in front of the computer reading emails. Again.

The emails are unsettling. Madoff knows that. He also knows it has something to do with DNA. He saw the letters on the screen. He’s heard Mama C. talking to Dora about this. He’s seen her face when those letters are spoken.

Madoff doesn’t like DNA.

***

Madoff is confused. Suddenly the women are pushing back their chairs and clearing the table. There is a flurry of activity. Madoff was enjoying an after-gelato nap. He follows everyone into the kitchen. Perhaps the guests are leaving. Perhaps he will get to bed on time tonight.

Nope. The kettle is back on, the plate of pastries refreshed, and another plate and cup taken out of the cupboard. In the melee to clear the clutter, Lexie scrapes some leftovers onto a plate. Absently she puts the plate on the floor. Madoff nonchalantly walks toward the plate. Best day ever.

 Madoff exits stage right

 

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Strong, handsome male lead Shay McGregor is a man on the move, riding the rails in beautiful Eastern Canada during the Great Depression. Widow Rietta Nicholson is finally free from her marriage to a bad man and now struggling to run the family farm on her own. Then she’s introduced to Shay, a tall, dark stranger new in town and looking for work. There is immediate chemistry between the widow and the hired man, but murder and mayhem await on Cherry Orchard Farm. Stalked by an unseen assailant, neither Rietta nor Shay is safe in this wild ride of romantic suspense. Can they even survive the night?

Editorial Review by S. Peters Davis

The story begins in 1932, when Rietta Nicholson finds out her husband’s car, with him

inside, was discovered submerged in the Kennebecasis River. The realism of the

characters and their daily lives throughout the story held my attention to every detail.

The fear, anger, love, labor, etc., throughout their relationships, presented a colorful,

suspenseful mystery, and a thrilling ending. An unputdownable read.

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In 1792, Ned Creel, a bondservant in a wealthy household, is forced to flee after an ill-advised dalliance with the daughter of the house. Arriving in London, he survives as a pickpocket and petty criminal, but is quickly caught up in the anti-monarchist republican movement inspired by the American and French Revolutions. Driven by his own desire for revenge against the landed gentry, Creel is used and manipulated by the revolutionaries, and drawn ever further into a web of blackmail, deception, espionage, and murder, reaching into the very heart of the Royal Navy as it wages war with France. He attempts to extricate himself, but instead is dragged more deeply into the mire by his own hatred and greed. Infiltrated by double-agents, the republican conspirators are relentlessly pursued by the British Government and the First Lord of the Admiralty, and Creel finally realizes he must leave England if he hopes to escape the hangman.

 Editorial Review, By JD Shipton

 Mossop delivers. The characters, the settings, the vernacular, the intrigue, all expertly worked together in this thoroughly enjoyable period piece. I’ve read the big names of Imperial British period fiction, and I’m here to tell you that Mossop should be counted among them. 

Out of money and out of luck, Emily arrives in Castor Alberta during a raging blizzard. With no place to go, she finds refuge in an abandoned restaurant on the corner of Main Street and 51 Avenue. Jessie’s Café has a long and storied past, but all Emily is interested in is getting out of the storm. However, the spirit of the building and its ghosts have other things in mind for their visitor. Cold and starving, Emily slips through time to find a much friendlier reality than the one currently surrounding her.

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Out of money and out of luck, Emily arrives in Castor Alberta during a raging blizzard. With no place to go, she finds refuge in an abandoned restaurant on the corner of Main Street and 51 Avenue. Jessie’s Café has a long and storied past, but all Emily is interested in is getting out of the storm. However, the spirit of the building and its ghosts have other things in mind for their visitor. Cold and starving, Emily slips through time to find a much friendlier reality than the one currently surrounding her.

EDITORIAL REVIEW by Victoria Chatham

Jessie’s Café is a real place in Castor, located in Central Alberta. The building today is in a sad state and looks as though it could collapse at any moment. The infamous shed in Bell’s novel is still there in all its shabby glory. Jessie’s Café changed hands numerous times over the years, giving Bell a great cast of characters to work with. She has also woven in historical events that present-day citizens of Castor are sure to remember.

The thread that binds it all together is the story of Emily, her dog Miley, and Ruairi, an Irishman from whom we learn the traditions of May Day and something of the Irish troubles. That these three are time travellers adds a paranormal aspect to the story. Anyone who enjoys stories involving time travel, mystical happenings, and historical events will enjoy this book. I recommend it as a highly entertaining read.

 

 

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Some prophecies are meant to save the world. Hers might destroy it. Adelina wakes in a land of dying magic, her name the last piece of herself the gods didn’t take. Hunted for a prophecy she doesn't understand, Adelina is thrust into a kingdom teetering on ruin—caught between the only friend who doesn’t fear her, and a king who would burn the world to control her. But she’s not the only one fate has marked. Scattered across the realm are others—strangers bound to her prophecy by forces unnamed. A haunted warrior fleeing a blood-soaked lineage. An assassin. An orphan. A witch torn between duty and her own destructive nature. As their paths converge, so too does a reckoning that will reshape the world—or end it. None of them wants a part in the prophecy binding them. Least of all Adelina. But the longer she walks this strange realm of twisted magic and mad kings, the clearer it becomes: there is no escaping destiny. And what begins as one girl’s search for freedom and identity soon threatens to unravel the veil between two realms.

 EDITORIAL REVIEW by Victoria Chatham

The landscape of Ava Vienne’s The Prophecy of Ash and Ikarus is populated by magical and mystical beings, from searchers to assassins and witches. The protagonist, Adelina, falls from one world into another, where her arrival prompts a price on her head for whoever finds her first.

We see Adelina’s growth along the way as she deals with betrayals and bloody battles. But is she strong enough to deal with Ikarus, her nemesis and will she ever return to her home? Fans of fantasy are sure to find this an engrossing read.

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Sergeant CJ Jensen is adjusting to life as a new homeowner in Pine County when the Sheriff’s Office receives a call about a bar patron who never woke up after a night of sleeping it off in a local establishment’s back room. In the process of death notifications, CJ and Pam learn of his connection to one of the most notorious criminal Pine County families, a drug smuggling operation and his own past life transgressions. How does a Beaver Dam fit into this mystery and will Riley be successful at another undercover assignment?

Praise for Skidded and Skunked – “I never expected the twists and turns in this book. It seems D.L Dixen has seen some things in her former life before becoming an author. I couldn’t put it down! Super easy read that will keep you reading and waiting for what will come next!” – J.R.

Editorial Review by S. Peters Davis
Book number 13 in the Pine County Mystery Series drew me along until the very end, including the Epilogue. CJ Jensen, Pam Ryan, Sandi Maki, Riley Sanders, Floyd Swenson, and the rest of the characters, established or new to the series, made quite a stirring story of murder, drugs, domestic abuse, money laundering, and more, with the sheriff’s department’s personal lives included as well. The main characters drive the adventure throughout, with more interesting facts about each introduced along the way. An addictive series to read, I’m so looking forward to book number 14.