I feel like I have written a million words this week but none of it is on my work in progress.
First was my own blog for last week. Posted here under this one.
Each time someone requests a 50 word biography I write it new. I have a whole file of nearly identical 25, 50 and 70 word bios. I wrote three of those this week. All slightly different.
I also sent of two copies of my newly done (well, early fall) professional photographs. My daughter and I spent a wonderful afternoon with a friend, fellow historical interpreter and professional photographer. He was quick, funny, easy to work with. Just in case Bodge (she writes as Elizabeth Inglee-Richards) and I every do a joint program, we had a series of photos of us together.
Another friend and fellow writer decided to open his blog to anyone who was willing to fill out his questionnaire. I can't resist a questionnaire so I sat right down and filled it out. Once I even answered a bunch of questions that someone sent me as an example of how unreasonable blog owners are in their expectations of other writers. I thought it was fun. Find it here: http://blog.jamesmjackson.com/2015/01/author-guest-post-kb-inglee.html
Last weekend I attended the re-opening of Between Books, the local independent bookstore run by a friend. The store went out of business when the owner lost the lease so the strip mall could combine several smaller stores and rent to a big well known firm.
Tonight I have to dress in period clothing and go to a wine tasting. I won't be tasting anything since I never drink (or even taste) and drive. I will be giving tours of the gristmill and woolen mill for the drinkers. Maybe I will take copies of my book to sell.
It is time to figure out who gets this year's Cadaver. Last year I decided that if all the big organizations could give out awards, some of which are juried, and some of which are popular choice, I could give out my own. I had knit this funny little being, about 7 inches long, of pink cheap yarn. I had intended to turn it into a doll dressed like me at the wine tasting, but as it lay naked on my table waiting for clothing, I decided it looked more like a cadaver so I stitched a Y incision on it and covered it with a napkin. It kicked around the house for a while before I decided to award it. First winner: Kaye George for Death in the Time of Ice.
If nothing else is gained from the week, look at how many friends I have in the mystery writing community.
Now back to the story. I have a deadline.