Resolutions or Changes?

Do you make New Years resolutions? Do you keep them? I used to make them, mostly of the losing weight variety, but typically I’d break my diet by noon the next day, if I made it that far, so I gave them up. But I admit the New Year is a perfect time for beginnings and changes. In the past, I’ve been successful in changing unhealthy habits to healthy ones, but they weren’t on January 1.  I quit smoking when I got married in June all those years ago. I started exercising with some regularity. I don’t remember the months, Several years ago one summer, I made a conscious decision to floss daily. It’s such a part of my routine now, I can’t imagine why I’d been lazy about it. This past December,  I’m started drinking more water and less coffee. Not only do I need to keep hydrated, I’ve read it’s supposed to suppress appetite. There’s some theory circulating that you should quit dieting but eat healthier and only in a 12 hour span of the day, working toward 8 hours.  That doesn’t sound so hard. I love chocolate and wine, and instead of completely cutting these high-cal delights out, I’m going to limit my consumption. All very doable.

And writing wise? I’m going to try a new mystery series in the voice of a woman. I had even thought of turning myself into a “pantser,” one who writes by the seat of their pants. But I can’t. I’m a planner of sorts. Not a serious outliner, but I need to think and make notes before I write, so I have down in my mind everything about my new main character: personality, likes, dislikes, flaws, and positive attributes. Her family, past history and her goals and what’s keeping her from obtaining them. I came up with her  full name early: It is Millicent Luella McCandliss, but she goes by Billie, or Billie Mac. (Her Dad used to call her Millie Billie.) I need to think through the plot line, the crime and problems she’s confronted with and how she’s going to solve them. Oh! This is the fun part, letting my imagination have at it.

Change is good, people, so excuse me, I need to get back to Billie Mac. First, I’ll grab a cup of coffee  er. . . glass of water.


SHORT STORIES

I am proud to have a selection in the Twin Cities Sisters in Crime anthology called The Dark Side of the Loon, release date scheduled for May 2018. My story is entitled “You Picked a Fine Time to Kill Me Lucille.” All the stories had to center around an event in Minnesota history; I picked the Halloween Blizzard of 1991. The blizzard puts a clinker in Lucille’s plans to have her husband killed.

I’m having fun working on another anthology story using the main character of my mysteries, Cal Sheehan. This one has to be set during the holidays and has to have something to do with food. Each story will come with a recipe.


Twin Cities Sisters in Crime Panels

The Twin Cities Chapter of the Sisters in Crime is a group of crime writers, readers, who meet monthly. We have guest speakers, many of who are experts and have something to do with law enforcement or aspects of crime writing. Check out our Twin Cities Sisters in Crime Fan Page on Facebook. We do panels which usually last about an hour and a half including Q &A time. We discuss of range of topics, so if your organization, library, friends of the library, etc. wishes to host a fun-filled presentation, please contact me at midgebubany@gmail.com.

 

IMG_8558Here are websites of some of the authors I do panels with:

Olivia panel pdf


THE DARK SIDE OF THE LOON

I received word this week my short story, You Picked a Fine Time to Kill Me, Lucille, was accepted into the Twin Cities Sisters in Crime Anthology, THE DARK SIDE OF THE LOON,  which will be published in 2018. The stories are all centered around a historic event in Minnesota history. Mine was the “Halloween Blizzard” of 1991. I can’t wait for you to read it, and all the wonderful stories my colleagues have written. I’m truly honored to have had my story selected.


The Gym

Observing human behavior is not only essential for a writer, it’s also absolutely fascinating. Humans are many things including territorial. The first thing I noticed about my aerobics class for seniors was that people have their “spots.” If you, as a newbie, try to stand in their spot, you will be notified in one way or another you have committed an egregious act. For example, the offended person may come and stand right next to you. There’s no way you can exercise that closely, or you’d be smacking each other, so you’d best move. I go into the gym early to get a “spot” in the fourth row where I have a clear view of the instructor because I like to move in the right direction and use the correct arms and legs. Not all folks can copy the instructor’s movements, (or care if they are moving opposite the  rest of the folks in the room), and if they are standing up front, it can be sorta distracting especially if they  block my view of the instructor.  One day, quite at the last minute,  two women  I didn’t recognize tried to fit into one space to my left.  One  turned to me and demanded I move over. No please. No smile. Now I understand their desire to stand next to each other, but really?

Humans are diverse in their views of appropriateness. The locker room is a place where some women meet and chat before or after classes. Friendly women, pleasant women. There is one old plump woman who has a different view of modesty than I do being raised in a Catholic family where modesty was a virtue. She bends and stretches in the nude. I can’t watch even a millisecond of it. One day she was standing completely nude chatting with two or three others who were either dressed or in the processing of getting dressed. I couldn’t help but wonder if any of them wanted to tell her to get dressed for godsake. Maybe the nude old lady will have to end up in one of my novels.


Love ‘Em or Leave ‘Em Dead

I will be signing books at the wonderful Cherry Street Books on this Sat., July 8, from 12:30 to 2:00. Would love to see you there!

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Generations Interview


Addicted to Being Connected

I admit it. I’m totally addicted to my electronic devices. This week I experienced one of those panicked days like when you can’t find your phone or purse. It all started with a new and improved modem my cable company kept pushing me to order. But when it was replaced, I was no longer connected to the internet. GAH! I had a feeling that was going to happen. The trouble is all their technical instructions didn’t help because they’re all in computer speak. I don’t speak computer. After talking with Romeo, the cable tech support guy, I ordered a new plan with more data for supposedly less money, but I still had no internet because although their modem was working, my eight-year-old router was not. So, off we go to buy a new router. Once installed, it worked. HURRAY! But then, my printer wasn’t feeling the connection. ARUGH! After getting the printer file out and playing around with it for a while, ta-dah! My printer and computer found each other once again! BUT then the Google Home we got for  Christmas present felt left out, so after searching several help sites, my dear husband saved the day using his iPad. Now, all is good. The machines and devices are once again on speaking terms and I am reconnected. Sigh.


Teetering Between Being Vigilant and Burying One’s Head in the Sand

I was raised with the  belief that one doesn’t discuss politics, religion, or your finances with your friends unless you know beyond a doubt you have agreement on said views. And beyond the heated college debates in which one is trying to make sense of the universe,  I, for the most part, have followed the unwritten rule. (There were a few wine enhanced exceptions which managed not to destroy relationships.)

Other friends seemed to follow the same philosophy until the advent of email forwards. The nastiest ones were usually political in nature, and finally finding  the bombardment of negativity annoying, I informed the most frequent offenders I  did not want to receive them anymore. I received an apology, and this person respected my wishes. That’s what one should expect. Isn’t it?

Then came internet social media  sites like Facebook and Twitter which have changed the landscape of communication. It’s a wonderful way for people to reconnect or stay connected in their busy lives. But in the last several years and especially this last election cycle, people have used Facebook as a venue to push their political agenda. Most posts intended to discredit candidates, even though many were of the “fake news” variety, many from sources unknown.  This rapid and bombarding method of dispersal works because we Americans, being so polarized, are likely to believe anything negative about an  opposing candidate. Let’s face it: People hear what they want to hear, believe what they want to believe, and disregard the rest. I  do too. Many people are sick to death of politics, they don’t want to hear anymore and post pictures of puppies. I get that.

But the real problem if we become complacent and stick our head in the sand, some really bad stuff can go down right under our noses. Sure, I have that same desire to cut the ugly business of politics out of my life, as well, but people, if we  don’t pay attention to what is happening, then we deserve everything we get down the pike. I don’t trust that our politicians have our best interests at heart. Do you? If we, their constituents, are not their watchdogs, they will have none. That is very dangerous.

And when has being unaccepting, disrespectful, and insulting to others  of a different race, religion, culture, or political opinion become acceptable?  When has calling people names or demeaning others because  they are of a different nationalities, religion, or political party become okay with so many Americans? I have read some incredibly vile posts on Facebook and Twitter and they get all sorts of people who agree with them. You don’t like being politically correct? Do you want your children to grow up with hate in their hearts? Do you want them to be mistreated because of your  family’s beliefs?  I am  so worried about our polarized nation. Instead of having intelligent discussions and finding where we have common ground and beliefs and choosing compromise and solutions together, many are choosing to close their minds and hate. Can’t we do better than this? Our children are watching us.


How Much Power Do You Think You Have?

Face it. We have little or no power over many things in our lives: the weather, taxes, death, our neighbors political yard signs. There are, however,  plenty of things of which we do have  power and control of: how much we exercise, what to eat, our career path, our behavior toward a partner or co-workers or family members. We can choose which movies or television shows we watch, books we read, where we live, how we treat others, etc. But there are areas of which some people believe they have power, and if one thinks through logically, are quite bizarre. For example, do you think if you wear a particular shirt, cap, underwear, etc. that your team will win? Do you believe if you watch, or don’t watch, a game on television the team will have a better chance? Sports seems to draw out the wackiness in us. I believe the spectators at a game can influence the game by the degree and kind of enthusiasm they display, but sitting in your living room watching, or not watching, in your lucky socks or underwear? Really?

You want to exert your power over something important? Go vote.