Gardening in July

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Summer is in full swing now. In North Carolina that means daytime temperatures averaging in the high 80s with frequent ventures in the 90s. And the humidity is often so dense it feels like cutting through a blanket just to move.

Gardening is confined to the early morning hours these days, and it’s mostly maintenance –feeding, deadheading, weeding, and occasionally moving plants that aren’t happy in their locations. It’s not a good time to put in any new plants.

But it’s payoff time for a lot of the work of spring. The daffodils, tulips, lily-of-the-valley, and irises are done for this year. The roses still produce flowers sporadically after the massive bloom of May. Daisies, petunias, coreopsis, vinca, daylilies, and gladioli are in full bloom. Zinnias, marigolds, cosmos (all raised from seeds planted in early April), along with the dahlias are just now budding and should be spectacular in a a couple of weeks.

On these hot days, I love sitting in the shade on the back patio to read, rest, write, and just enjoy the flowers.

Goals Update – 2nd QTR 2022

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It’s the end of a quarter, so it’s time to assess how I’m doing on the goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year.

The first goal was to finish Falling for the Deputy, which is now done and released. You can get a copy here. Next up was completing the third book in the Market Center Mysteries series, Playing at Murder. I’m happy to report the first draft of Playing at Murder is done, and I’m deep into the revision process. That should be finished by the end of July. It then goes to my editor and a couple of beta readers. I’m aiming for a fall release. I’ve also started the preparatory brain work for the first novel in a potential new series. With any luck, I’ll start actual writing on it some time in August.

I’ve made less progress with the five short story goal. So far I’ve started two, but haven’t finished either. I’m not giving up yet.

I’ve also looked into doing audiobooks, but have not yet found the right narrator for the stories I want to start with. The search continues.

On the personal stuff, after a break for vacations and family visits, I’ve resumed the photo scan project. Having that done by Christmas looks reasonable. Likewise, I’m resuming the attempts to get rid of stuff after the recent break. Still lots to do.

May Beach Retreat at Edisto

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May was a busy month for me and my family, featuring a beach trip, visit from my daughter, along with her husband, and four sons, and a large family party. Plus we became great-grandparents!

The second week in May, we headed to Edisto Island for our annual beach trip vacation. Along with my sister-in-law, our two daughters, their husbands, and my younger daughter’s four sons, ages 5 to 10, we spent a pleasant and fun week in a large house right behind the dune.

We were blessed with near-perfect weather. Daytime temperatures were in the low eighties every day. Nights dipped into the sixties. Most days were sunny and clear. It was early enough in the season that the beach wasn’t crowded despite the glorious weather.

Three years ago all of the boys were intimidated by the surf and refused to go near it, but they’ve gradually been getting more comfortable with it.  You can see that the three oldest boys had a grand time in the water and the sand. The youngest, who is four, nearly five, preferred playing in the sandbox under the house rather than on the beach.

Nature Dilemma

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A couple of days ago I looked out my office window, which gives a nice view of the back and side yards of our house. Something small wiggled in the grass just off the patio. A mouse, I thought at first. On closer look, I realized it was a baby chipmunk.

He (or she?) was tiny, no more than a couple of inches long and looked ridiculously vulnerable, particularly since we’ve seen both hawks and owls in the neighborhood. No parental figure was anywhere in view.

My first instinct was to go out there and collect it, to protect it, but I hesitated and then did what most of us do when we need to know something these days. I Googled.

I read several articles on what to do if you found a baby chipmunk in your yard. The upshot seemed to be that unless it was visibly injured or ill, the best thing to do was nothing. Leave it alone. Mom or Dad is probably watching even if not obviously around. Chase away any predators you might see hanging around. Check back if it’s still around in a couple of hours and call a wildlife rehabilitator at that point.

So I left it and got back to work. An hour or so later, I looked out again, and it was gone.

I have no idea if a predator got it while I wasn’t looking or a parental type came around and shooed it back to safety.

I like to imagine chippie junior tucked back away in the burrow under our patio, where he can get bigger and stronger and ready to tackle the world.

A case of what I don’t know actually makes me happy.

April in the Garden

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The side yard

It’s finally here! The month when nature in central North Carolina covers itself in glory. Dogwoods, fruit trees, azaleas, tulips, and iris bloom in a riot of colors. Daytime temperatures are generally comfortable enough to make working in the garden not just feasible, but a joy.

Our last frost date around here is April 15th, so there are still a few days before it’s time to plant the annuals and summer bulbs, but there’s plenty to do to get ready. Beds have to be cleaned out, turned over, and amendments added. Old vegetation needs to be cleaned away and there are always things that need to be trimmed back or transplanted.

As I do that, I admire the plants already in bloom and dream of what it’s going to look like in a month or two. The roses are leafing out nicely in preparation for their May explosion. Hydrangeas, daisies, gazanias, and other perennials show new stalks.

I need to do as much as I can now. By the beginning of June it will be getting hot, sometimes too hot to work outside other than in the early morning.

For now, though, it’s glorious and I’m ready to go.

My Romance Novels are Mysteries Too

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I write both romance and mystery novels (as well as suspense, fantasy, and paranormal). Nearly all my mysteries have romantic elements and most of my romance novels have included elements of mystery. My most recent release, Falling for the Deputy, a short romance novel, is no exception. In fact, it includes two separate mysteries. The answer to one is obvious and is really a sub-subplot that connects to the main subplot.

The basic genre plot of a romance is fairly simple, as are most basic plots. In a romance novel, two people meet, are attracted to each other, but something—or more than one something—stands in their way. They each have to work on something about themselves or their circumstances, until finally they have each sacrificed and grown enough to overcome any obstacles. Or they decide that the other person is more important to them than anything or anyone else.

What makes a story worth reading, of course, are the specifics pinned onto that skeletal outline. Who are the two people? What stands in their way? How will they overcome those obstacles? It’s all about the details.

A mystery makes a nice subplot because it can create all sorts of obstacles to a relationship. When one person is law enforcement and the other is the chief suspect, a crime puts both protagonists in tough spots and forces them to make some hard choices.

I generally don’t do a murder mystery for a subplot; murder is too impactful and would take over the story. But vandalism, embezzlement, bribery, fraud, extortion, blackmail, robbery, and others can all make for effective whodunits as well. They’re still serious crimes with serious consequences.

In Falling for the Deputy, I use both fraud and embezzlement, with the heroine a suspect in both. How the simpler one is resolved impacts directly on the second and more serious crime, which had huge implications for the relationship between the two main protagonists.

On the larger level, most novels have some kind of mystery at their heart. Based on the genre, a reader may know that the story will turn out okay in the end, but how that’s going to happen is the central question and the reason to keep reading. If we all knew how the resolution would work out before we started reading a novel, there wouldn’t be any point in going on.

That’s why people hate spoilers for stories.

Why Baseball in Falling for the Deputy?

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In my just released book, Falling for the Deputy, Barbara, my heroine, is into baseball. She played it in high school and college When she moved to Willow Ridge, she volunteered to help coach a little league team. The coach for a local, not-very-good men’s team watches her, realizes she knows quite a bit about playing the game, and asks her to join them. She agrees to do it–with lots of reservations.

A few games and some conflict ensues. It’s a subplot in the book, but it helps build the main plot in several ways. The baseball games show some of Barbara’s growth in confidence and establish a connection between her and Chris Harper, the deputy she falls for. Her interest shows Chris that there’s more to her than just the elegant, sophisticated, somewhat intimidating surface. Her help connects her more deeply with the town, and a practice becomes the backdrop for her meeting with Mookie, the stray dog who adopts her.

Still, why choose baseball?

I’m a baseball fan. Actually I’m a sports fan, but baseball is particularly close to my heart. I grew up with baseball since my entire family was into it. I also grew up in a New York suburb, where even in the 1960s you could frequently watch games on television. My mother and grandmother rooted for the Yankees. I can still remember a particular September afternoon, sitting in my grandmother’s living room with both my mother and grandmother glued to the television, watching the Yankees play in the World Series.

And I also remember how they would call each other during the season when Yankees players Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle were vying for the single-season home-run record. A telephone call always resulted when one player or the other hit the ball over the fence.

My dad was a lifelong Dodgers fan until the team betrayed him by moving out west. When the Mets were born, he hopped on board the fan train, suffering through many sorry seasons with them until that one magical year in 1969.

Though he couldn’t afford to do it often, Dad did occasionally take me and my oldest two brothers to games at Shea Stadium, which wasn’t all that far from our home.

Later I got caught up in high school and college and kind of left baseball behind for a while. Skip a few more years, though, when I was a young mother with small kids, I often turned on the radio (at first, TV later) as background for other tasks. That brought memories of how much I enjoyed listening to the game. At one point we were renovating an older house and a baseball game served as a good background accompaniment to the work.

Since we lived in North Carolina, the game of choice (and often the only choice) involved the Atlanta Braves. My husband who grew up in western SC, a couple of hours from Atlanta by automobile, was also a huge Braves fan. We suffered through many losing seasons with them, through the seventies and eighties, until that magical worst-to-first season in 1991. By then, thanks to Ted Turner’s TBS station, we could watch nearly every game on television.

Last fall, of course, we watched in surprised wonder and joy as the Braves won the World Series.

Writing a Small-Town Romance

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I’m a city girl, born and raised in a New York suburb. My family moved to a Boston suburb when I was a teenager. After college my husband and I moved to Greensboro, NC, a medium-sized city in central North Carolina.

Until now, all my contemporary novels have been written with urban settings, usually New York, Boston, or Washington, D.C., places I’m familiar with and have lived in or spent time there. How does a girl who’s always lived in medium to large-sized cities write a book set in a small town in Georgia?

First of all, the decision to set the series in Willow Ridge, Georgia, wasn’t mine. It was a group decision by the set of terrific authors I’ve joined with to create this series of books. I didn’t have to agree to write a book in the series, but I liked the premise of the heroines all being part of the Hopeless Romantics Book Club in this town. I was also up for the challenge of working with a setting that is a little out of my comfort zone.

My heroine in Falling for the Deputy, Barbara Wilton, is also a city girl relocating to Willow Ridge for complicated personal and professional reasons. To quote a wonderful song by Clyde Edgerton, “She’s a quiche woman in a barbecue town.”  You can listen to it performed by the Bluefields here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0kjqYFtJlk

Abbeville, S.C. P. Hughes, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Fortunately, I do have connections to some small Southern towns.

My husband was born and raised on a farm in western South Carolina that is way south of the nearest city and even a few miles outside the nearest small town, Honea Path. Until he was a teenager, he attended Honea Path schools. Amazingly, I discovered the town has a website here! (https://www.honeapath.com/) A quintessential very small, Southern town, it barely qualifies as a wide spot in the road.

We visited my husband’s family regularly when our children were young and his family was still actively farming. We traveled to Honea Path once or twice and a few other towns in the area occasionally. A wonderful antique shop in nearby Abbeville drew us there several times.

While we didn’t actually go to Honea Path often, I got a strong feel for it just from listening to his family’s conversations among themselves and with others who occasionally stopped by.

I learned by eavesdropping how everyone knew what was happening to everyone else. When someone’s wife hitched a ride with a truck driver and disappeared for a couple of weeks, word got around so fast it seemed almost like magic. There was no place to hide when Mr. Bigshot was accused of embezzling money from his company or a town councilman was arrested for being drunk and disorderly.

I also got a first-hand view of how they’d rally around someone in need, showing up to help rebuild a house damaged by weather or bringing food to a family when members were sick.

Family ties meant a lot, and one of the first things someone meeting you wanted to know was who “your people” were, meaning your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, etc. Because, inevitably, somewhere along the line, your people and their people were tied together if you came from the area. And who “your people” were said a lot about who you were, at least in the minds of many who met you.

Except of course, in the case of someone like me or my heroine Barbara, a big city girl from up North, with generational lines that go back only a few steps to some place in Europe. Once in the US, families scattered, which means the sad scandal of Uncle Ronnie could be so carefully hidden no one even remembers it now, and, although this never comes up in the book, like Barbara, I have cousins, even first cousins, I’ve never met.

I’ve tried to look at both up and down-sides of life in a small town. I see a lot of strength and good things there. Many things have changed over the last few years, with the spread of cars, television, and the internet bringing different attitudes in younger generations. Too many of them leave for better opportunities in other places.

Many small Southern towns are either dying or turning into bedroom communities if they happen to be close to a city. Something is being lost in that process, a part of what has made the country strong. I tried to show some of that in the book. I hope that many years from now there will still be small towns where everyone knows everyone else and they care about each other.

The pin below is a tour of Belton and Honea Path!

Out Today – Falling For The Deputy!

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It’s out today! Finally. The ebook version of Falling for the Deputy is now available. You can order it here. It’s also available as a FREE READ in Kindle Unlimited.  The paperback version should be released in the next day or two.

Over the next few days I’ll have a few posts talking about various aspects of the book, including how a city girl manages to write a book set in a small town, how my love for baseball figures into the story, and how I manage to work a mystery into even my short romance novels.