Official Pub Date

For those who don’t know, my short story, “Poltergeist on Aisle Fourteen” is being published this summer in an anthology entitled MYSTERY TIMES TEN 2011.

I just got word that the official publication date is July 22, 2011.

It’s already showing up on Goodreads here.

It will show up on Amazon in the next week or so for pre-order, and will also be available through the Barnes and Noble website.

More news as I get it!

Oooooh….SHINY!

I’ve been like a magpie lately, with ideas all over the place.

I’ve got a project in mind, and have been working on it in bits and pieces all over the place.

A friend of mine has been pushing me to work on it, and she’s right; it’s a story that a LOT of fun to write, and I’m enjoying it.

But then I had another idea for a related story line. So I also started working on that.

And then another idea to continue to work on the current novel project, which is WAY fun to mess with, but I have some big plot questions to answer in my own head before I get too far on it.

And then I got an email from a friend, asking if I had any holiday-themed stories. (I don’t.) But I’m now more than 500 words into a new story, tentatively called “A Demon For Christmas.”

I’ve said it before. Ideas are not the problem. For me, right now, I have the attention span of a squirrel on Mountain Dew.

I just need to find a way to channel that magpie instinct in a positive, constructive, way, just like Hammy.

Curiouser and Curiouser…

 

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/43507275/ns/today-books/

Yesterday I saw a report that J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books will be available for sale as ebooks through the new Pottermore website, which is scheduled to launch on July 31, 2011.

That’s news, because Rowling never sold the ebook rights to her books, and they’ve never been officially available as ebooks (though there were some illegal copies floating around, I’m sure).

What’s the big deal? Well, on its face, it appears that one of the biggest selling authors, well, ever, has decided to self electronically publish (epub as some call it in shorthand) her books.

Booksellers don’t seem too happy about the development. They were, after all, the ones who sold millions of copies of the print versions of the book. This means that they won’t get any of the profits in selling the ebooks, right or wrong.

It occurred to me, however, that books like the Harry Potter series could encourage more sales of ereader platforms, such as Kindle, Nook, iPad, or Sony Reader. After all, the sales of the Harry Potter books brought more people into bookstores and interested more new readers than many other books over the last decades. It stands to reason that their sudden availability could finally topple those sitting on the fence of whether or not to buy an ereader device squarely into the buying category. Booksellers like Amazon or Barnes and Noble, might actually make out okay; booksellers without their own device might not, because of the lost profits with regard to what they might have made online with traditionally published ebooks. That’s not an argument for a million and one new and different ereader devices to come out, by the way. It’s just something that I had thought of when I read the article I linked to above.

On the other hand, I’m intrigued. There’s been a lot out there about epub. I’ve been watching it all very closely, and I have friends, both published and not, also watching it closely.

Between the recent moves of Barry Eisler and J.A. Konrath into self epub, as well as the moves of Amanda Hocking moving from self epub into traditional publishing, the future of the industry is definitely changing.

I’m definitely watching, although I’ve made no decisions and no permanent choices with regard to when, if, or what, I might consider following down this rabbit hole. And if I did follow it…is it a wise choice to make, a major gamble, or is it blind trust…like Alice and the Drink Me bottle as she went to Wonderland? I don’t know. I’m pretty cautious by nature. I’m watching and waiting to see how some of this shakes out.

 

My Long Hiatus

Well, I kinda fell off the face of the earth lately.

Many of you probably already know…and I posted here a while ago…the news that I was being laid off from my job as an assistant prosecutor.

Most probably don’t know that I’ve landed a job as Champaign County, Ohio’s child support enforcement attorney.

I’m just past my first week at the new job, and I’m very much enjoying it. I’ve got a lot of friends at the new office, and am also enjoying the challenge of learning something new.

I didn’t post a lot about the layoff. Yes, I’ve got a lot of thoughts about how all of that happened. No, I’m not going to share much of that.

You see, there’s quite of few people out there who have stated, quite bluntly, that if anyone deserved to have an opinion on all of the state and local budget issues and what’s behind it all, that I deserved to have such an opinion. I don’t disagree with them. I deserve to have an opinion. And I have the right to share it, if I wish. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to do so.

Many of my close friends and family members have heard my thoughts about what happened, and I’ve been very careful about what I’ve said. Why?

Well, no matter what I thought, or felt, I was still looking for a new job. Showing my snarky side on the internet just isn’t a good idea when one is looking for a new position.

Second of all, my boss at the old job didn’t want to lay me off. He did everything he could to prevent it from hurting me, going so far as to tell me privately, explaining all of the budget numbers to me, as well as to the whole office, making it clear to the entire community that it had nothing to do with my job performance, and giving me a glowing recommendation during my job search. I can’t thank him enough for all of his support. My point? He doesn’t deserve to have me go off like a cracked out jackass on the internet about the issues. Those issues weren’t anything that he could change (and I think he actually tried everything he could). Obviously, no one was happy with the decision, but it’s hard to argue with the numbers…there was an Addie-shaped hole in his office budget…when you added up my salary and benefits (which don’t add up to much, but in a small office taking a big budget hit, it is a lot) and compared them to the budget cuts the office was facing. I also know the rationale behind me being the one cut. I can’t disagree, when looking at it dispassionately. That’s hard to do, but it is the truth.

I’ve had my ups, and my downs, and my stressed out moments in the last month or so in dealing with this. I’ve done very little writing as I tried to wind down the old job, gear up for the new job, pack up the office at the old place, and get the house ready for the already-planned office cookout at my place.

Oh…and my brother moved out of my house, I put in the garden I’d been planning for two years, and finally unpacked many of the boxes that I still hadn’t unpacked from moving two years ago.

In other words…my plate was a bit full. I made a comment to a friend a couple of weeks ago that I don’t ever remember being that stressed out. In fact, I said that hadn’t been that stressed when I took the bar exam…and that’s saying something because I was a walking stress-ball when I went through that.

I know that some people began worrying about me, because I became a little bit of a hermit. I also joked that I had gone from frugal to flat-out cheap. I wasn’t going anywhere on my free days because I was refusing to spend money on gas for my car. I downgraded the cat to cheaper food (not easy to do with her food allergies, but I think I found something that’s working). I negotiated changes on my cell phone bill, my cable bill, and slashed everything I felt that I could. I stopped going out to lunch, or eating out, well, ever. I also cut other things out of my budget wherever I could. I probably could have gotten out more, but I had to deal with what was going on, and I needed to be in control of the thing I was worried the most about…the ability to pay the bills and not lose my mind.

The good news is that I have landed a job with a similar salary and benefits. I’m going to be fine.

I had even dropped out of going to writer’s group meetings for a while, in the interest of saving money. Both groups I belong to involve driving out of the town I live in, and one of them meets over dinner at different restaurants every week. Yesterday I went back to a writer’s meeting, and got a lot of encouragement and support from the other writers in the group. It felt good, being back.

So, here I am. I’m getting back into the swing of things. I’m keeping my trap shut here about my feelings with regard to current policies setting budgets on a federal, state, or local level.

So why do I bring it up at all? As an example of both having the right to remain silent, and being blessed with the capacity to do so. There are quite a few people out there who lack that capacity, even in the face of discretion being the right way to go.

I’m under no delusions that this blog has a huge reach. It’s getting bigger all the time, but I have no pretensions to that effect. That being said, I do believe that a lot of people forget sometimes to be careful of themselves online. While I’m a big believer in the idea of freedom of speech, I’m also a believer in wisdom of silence. There are times that keeping one’s trap shut is a bad idea. There are times when discretion really is the right way to go. This is a time that falls in the latter category.

On another note, I have been spending some time doing research on some new writing projects. I’ve got some cool new ideas under my hat. Now that I’m firmly into the new job and a lot of the stress is draining away, I’ll be back on the internet and back into the writing routine more often than I have been lately.

On Recent News

Today, the local papers are reporting the news that my office is going to suffer a layoff. And that I’m the one getting laid off.

http://www.springfieldnewssun.com/news/springfield-news/budget-shortfall-leads-to-layoff-1151666.html

I’ve known for the last week or so that it was going to happen. I’ve suspected it for a while longer, because I’ve been watching budget news in the state and local governments like a hawk.

I switched jobs a little over two years ago to be closer to home. We’re a small, rural county, and our office is not a big one. The reality is that I’m the last hired criminal assistant prosecutor.

That said, I’m still at my job. The layoff will happen, probably sometime this summer. I’m not suddenly out on the street. My boss is giving me plenty of time to try to land somewhere. I have already applied for some jobs, and have been talking to people about other opportunities. (That doesn’t mean I’m not still looking…I’m still on the lookout for options, leads, ideas, and openings!)

Until I either a) move jobs or b) the layoff ends my employment, I am still working at my current job, and it’s business as usual.

The layoff is 100% budget driven. I’ve seen the numbers of how our office budget will be affected by coming cuts. Obviously, I’d prefer that it wasn’t me, but I understand the financial reality of the situation.

Am I unhappy, upset, etc? Well, of course. I like my job. I like the people I work with. Who wouldn’t be affected by such news? But I’m not completely taken by surprise. I’m already looking.

This is the big reason my blog has gone quiet over the last week or so; I have been looking at all of my options and talking to family. Writing kinda took a backseat to everything for the last week while I was dealing with this, but it probably won’t stay that way for long.

I’ll post more when I know more, but for right now, rest assured that I’m okay.

Tonsils and Bad Guys

So, the other night, I visited with my Nephew, who just had his tonsils out.

As can be expected, a three year old who doesn’t feel well is a bit cranky.

He informed us that he was going to walk home. (Long, LONG walk that would be!)

He got fussy. He started to cry. He wanted to GO HOME.

So he needed some distraction.

I had been in the area from attending a continuing legal education seminar that day with the Ohio Prosecuting Attorneys Association. I’d forgotten to take my name tag off before I went into the hospital. So I asked him if he remembered what Aunt Addie does at work.

“Catch bad guys,” he said.

“Well,” I told him, “my name tag says ‘Aunt Addie, Bad Guy Locker-Upper.” (Although, I guess, technically, it should be Assistant Bad Guy Locker-Upper, since I’m not the boss.)

His eyes got real big. “OOOOHHHH.”

“I spent today with a bunch of other Bad Guy Locker-Uppers.”

“Why?” (a three-year-old’s favorite word).

“So we can learn new ways to catch bad guys.”

“Why?” (Again).

“Because if someone figures out a new way to catch bad guys, it helps if we tell others how we did it, so that they can go catch bad guy themselves.”

“Ooohhhh.”  He seemed impressed.  And then it was on to something else.

And he was distracted from his fussiness. We talked about his Mater socks. I had brought him a tractor to play with. He ate a popsicle. We talked about his Lego videogame. The nurse told him about a play area at the hospital. He asked for some iced tea. (Yeah, really. I can’t believe how much that kid likes tea.)

He’s a good kid. And he’s doing really well.

Someday, I’ll explain to him that being a prosecutor (or an assistant prosecutor) isn’t just about locking up bad guys. It’s about searching for truth, for what really happened. It’s about protecting the public. It’s about protecting victims. It’s about enforcing criminal laws. It’s about talking to victims. It’s about being ethical in following all the rules and procedures that are required in the justice system. It’s about talking to attorneys and judges and witnesses and going to court and talking to police officers and reviewing reports and writing motions and writing briefs and all kinds of other things.

I’d like him to understand that being a prosecutor isn’t about conviction rates, or trial wins, or notches on a proverbial trial “belt”, or the number of people behind bars; because it’s really not. There’s no way he’s going to get that yet.

And getting him to understand that I’m not the one “catching” them? Well, I’ve tried telling him that the police catch them and I take them to court. That doesn’t seem to be getting through. The idea of me actually trying to physically catch them? Funny, since I’m a clutz. Big time.

That’s a bit much for a three year old. We’ll stick to “catch bad guys” for now. More will come later.

Oh, and the nephew? He’s home now. He’s doing good.

How have we explained other jobs?

Well, he and I once talked about his mommy helping sick people feel better (nurse). We talked about his uncle (Brother) helping people stretch (physical therapist). We talked about Paw-Paw (my father) making food for animals (runs a feed mill and farm supply company).  I’m sure they’d explain more and more about their jobs as he gets older and better able to understand.

How do you explain people’s jobs to a young kid? Got a good one? Leave it in the comments!

Oh The Memories You’ll Make

When I was a kid, my dad’s birthday and one of my parents’ friend’s birthdays were very close in time. We’d get together at some point in between the birthdays for a cookout and cake and ice cream.

My dad’s favorite cake is red velvet cake. Not with the cream cheese frosting, but with the actual Waldorf Astoria frosting. Mom always made homemade ice cream to go with it.

We’d go to the friends’ house, Mom would make the cake and ice cream; they’d supply the grill bits and other stuff.

The other family had four kids; the oldest was my brother’s age. My sister and I were both older than they were, but we both babysat for the kids through the years, and even now have many shared memories.

One of those was this yearly barbecue.

One of the first times we did this cookout, EVERYONE ended up with the stomach flu within 24-48 hours of the cookout. No one seems to know what it was. It could have been anything, from potato salad sitting out too long that gave us food poisoning to an actual flu bug that hit us all.

At that point, us kids christened the annual cookout the Barf Barbecue. Red velvet cake became known as Barf Cake.

Yeah, not real appetizing is it? But hey, we were kids…we thought it was hilarious.

Over the next few years, we continued to have these cookouts. No one got sick. But the name stuck.

So, fast forward a number of years…

A few weeks ago, I came home from work to find that my garage door opener had spontaneously disassembled itself.

I am absolutely NOT the person who should try to fix this kind of thing alone…I’d probably make it worse. Add to the fact that I was still in a skirt, jacket, and heels from the day job, and not willing to just leave the garage door open for fear that my grill and lawn mower and other things would walk off (which has been a reported problem in our area in the last couple of years); I called Dad for help.

Dad showed up, and together we were able to fix the garage door opener. And I promised baked goods for his help.

He smiled and said no worries, until I brought up the idea of making a red cake. And then he happily accepted.

When I called ’round to invite family to a cookout, they seemed happy. And then I mentioned red cake.

Someone asked if I meant Barf Cake.

And Mom immediately volunteered to make homemade ice cream.

I really hope history doesn’t repeat itself!