Wendy Gager is a fifty-something writer who found the practice of yoga a way to relieve migraines and jump start her imagination and find the joy of writing.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
My mystery sleuth is taking over my blogs on Mondays to interview authors and get the skinny on Mitch Malone Mondays. Check it out!
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Announcing Mitch Malone Mondays
Mitch Malone here. I’m a crime-beat reporter for the Grand River Journal but W.S. has been whining a lot about not having enough time to write the next of my adventures called A Case of Hometown Blues due out this summer. So, being the gracious guy I am, I’ll be taking over the blogging duties on Mondays interviewing authors about their books. The first one will be next week and feature Joselyn Vaughn and her book Courting Sparks.
W.S. gave me a hard assignment on this one. Ms. Vaughn writes romance. Yuck! However, I’m a consummate professional so it will be a great interview and you will learn all about the book which W.S. assures me is terrific. How she had time to read it when she should be working on my next adventure, I’ll never know. I think she needs some time management or just maybe a single vision focus to her job like mine. I won’t stop at anything to get the story. Speaking of stories, my latest adventure—A Case of Accidental Intersection—just came out in Kindle. Now there is no reason not to read it. Get it in e-book form. For those with the Nook and other readers, it is available in those formats too. Personally, I would prefer you go to your favorite bookstore and pick up a copy. Those bookstores are a dying breed, kind of like crime-beat reporters. So, next Monday. Be here to read about romance from Mitch Malone. (This is going to be one tough assignment. Don’t miss it.)
Oh, yeah. If you have a book and would like to be interviewed by yours truly, just drop W.S. a note at wsgager@yahoo.com. A good mystery author is something I could sink my teeth into. I’m letting W.S. do the scheduling. I’m the star reporter, not the secretary, but if it all the books are romance, W.S. and I will have words.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Finally, the kinks are out. My second book, A Case of Accidental Intersection is available on Kindle. WooHoo.
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Friday, January 7, 2011
See how Billy Joel's song, Piano Man, running through my head leads me to write when all I want to do is drink...
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Music sparking the imagination?
"It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin.
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I’m not really sure how it goes.
But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes"
from Piano Man by Billy Joel
I’m sitting here trying to write and the only inspiration I feel are the strains of "Piano Man", a Billy Joel song, running through my head over and over and over.
“It’s nine o’clock…” It’s nine here too and I think is it time for me to quit even though I’ve only just started writing at my computer. It has been a full day and I’ve only just now put all my other responsibilities to bed, both literally and figuratively.
“The regular crowd shuffles in…” Seems it gets later and later when I can sit down and write and I don’t feel like I’m really at my best.
“Makin’ love to his tonic and gin.” What I really want is to drink myself silly and forget for a while that I have a book to finish, a class to prepare for and the constant drone of marketing needs.
“But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man’s clothes…” This song mimics my mood exactly and while I want to get lost in its beauty, my practical side won’t allow it. I try to shift my thoughts to my own prose but the song keeps drifting through like it’s caught in a skip. If I can’t get rid of the words, I try to figure out why. I discover that these words are great little bits of description that convey great emotion. I’m a minimalist when it comes to description and setting in my books. I’ve always hated reading long passages of description and typically skipped them when I read. But as I look at these words I think what great writing. What a picture they paint. My mind finally shifts to my own work and I jump in. Ready to try my hand at the prose. The music and words swirling in my head have sparked my creativity. Maybe someday someone will pick little pieces out of my work and say the same thing. Now I have to get to work or there will be nothing to comment on.
Thanks for the memory, Piano Man.
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin.
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I’m not really sure how it goes.
But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes"
from Piano Man by Billy Joel
I’m sitting here trying to write and the only inspiration I feel are the strains of "Piano Man", a Billy Joel song, running through my head over and over and over.
“It’s nine o’clock…” It’s nine here too and I think is it time for me to quit even though I’ve only just started writing at my computer. It has been a full day and I’ve only just now put all my other responsibilities to bed, both literally and figuratively.
“The regular crowd shuffles in…” Seems it gets later and later when I can sit down and write and I don’t feel like I’m really at my best.
“Makin’ love to his tonic and gin.” What I really want is to drink myself silly and forget for a while that I have a book to finish, a class to prepare for and the constant drone of marketing needs.
“But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man’s clothes…” This song mimics my mood exactly and while I want to get lost in its beauty, my practical side won’t allow it. I try to shift my thoughts to my own prose but the song keeps drifting through like it’s caught in a skip. If I can’t get rid of the words, I try to figure out why. I discover that these words are great little bits of description that convey great emotion. I’m a minimalist when it comes to description and setting in my books. I’ve always hated reading long passages of description and typically skipped them when I read. But as I look at these words I think what great writing. What a picture they paint. My mind finally shifts to my own work and I jump in. Ready to try my hand at the prose. The music and words swirling in my head have sparked my creativity. Maybe someday someone will pick little pieces out of my work and say the same thing. Now I have to get to work or there will be nothing to comment on.
Thanks for the memory, Piano Man.
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