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April 23, 2007

A Couple of Things

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Most all authors in the mystery field have, by this time, learned that one of our own fairly young authors, Elaine Viets, suffered a stroke almost on the eve of publication of her new book, Murder with Reservations: A Dead-End Job Mystery. You’ve probably heard of her. Her website is here: http://www.elaineviets.com and I urge you to visit it.

Elaine is at home in south Florida, recuperating, and one of her main concerns right now is that she won’t be able to tour, as she usually does, to meet and greet fans new and old. Elaine has had at least a dozen books in her two mystery series and is wildly popular with her fans. Because she’s ours, in a sense, we’d like to help her.

Since authors tend to respond when one of us develops major troubles, a lot of us are either going to add her books when we tour, or at signings, or what I’m doing here today, asking you to support her by buying Murder With Reservations either at your local bookstore or it can always be ordered through online bookstores.

I’d like to add my request to this, and invite all my fans who like fun, fascinating mysteries with characters you’d love to have in your own lives (except for the killers, of course) to consider buying her book. I’d appreciate that and it would really help her as she recuperates.

To aid and abet you, here’s a short blurb on Murder With Reservations:

The young couple looked like inept burglars sneaking through the lobby of Sybil’s Full Moon Hotel in Fort Lauderdale. They were both dressed in black, which made them stand out against the white marble. At their wedding two days ago, they’d been slim, golden and graceful, trailing ribbons and rose petals through the hotel.
Now they moved with the awkward stiffness of amateur actors trying to look natural. The bride’s black crop top exposed a midsection sliding from sexy to sloppy fat. The groom’s black T-shirt and Bermudas failed the test for cool. They were boxy rather than baggy. He looked like a Grand Rapids priest on vacation.
The honeymooners avoided the brown plastic grocery bag swinging between them, carefully ignoring it as it bumped and scraped their legs. That screamed, “Look at me.” They stashed the bag behind a potted palm while they waited for the elevator.
“Red alert,” Sondra at the front desk said into her walkie-talkie. She was calling Denise, the head housekeeper. “The honeymoon couple just passed with a suspicious grocery bag. They’re getting out on the third floor.”

Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it! It will be, I promise you. I do hope you’ll help Elaine out with her sorta kinda virtual tour and buy a copy.

Thank you, all of you!

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Just to catch you up, Hotclue is still vacationing. Last I heard she was in St. Moritz, either skiing or not. I know on those skiing trips she seems particularly fond of the sushi bars, or just plain bars, actually, so I don’t know if you’ll find her truly skiing or not but I’m sure she’ll tell us about it when she returns sometime next week.

Meantime, my daughter did get married on April 7th. To show you just how thick blood is, her wedding invitations said, in part, 4/7 at 4:07 in the afternoon. Only a kid of mine would do that, but at exactly 4:07 that afternoon, with all of us standing out on their balcony in thirty degree weather (yes, she actually did the deed outside), overlooking a beautiful lake, the bride walked down the aisle, which was actually one of their stone walkways, and there she legally and publicy and, I might add, ecstatically, gave her heart and soul to the most adorable man I’ve met in a long time, and he gave his to her.

It was a beautiful, emotion-packed wedding, not a dry eye in the house – er – balcony, after which we had a gorgeous reception (inside, thank God) full of gourmet food – are you ready for this – Made By The Groom! that even Emeril couldn’t outdo, champagne punch, and much, much wine. Then we ran them out of the house so the family could take over every bedroom in the place. 😉

At that point I’m sure they were glad to get away from us. I sure would have been. In all honesty I did tried to talk them into taking me along, but for some reason they declined.

That’s it for the moment, folks. This coming weekend I’m going to post an interview with a young author I’ve known a long time, Scarlett Dean, who does her best to live up to the name.

Scarlett started out writing horror, but just broke out of those ranks and into mystery with her new book, which you DON’T EVEN want to miss.

See you again in a few days. Love y’all, you know I do, and so does my alter ego, Hotclue, who had better get back home soon. I miss her and I know y’all do too.

Beth

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September 3, 2006

Wake Up, Little Susie!

Wake up, little Susie, wake up!

Guess what, Sus. We want out of Iraq. Like soon. Our guys and women are doing a terrific job, they always have, always will, but looks like you and your cabinet have been letting them down bigtime all over the place. Don’t get me started. Oops, too late. I already am. You’re lucky I’m not raggin’ about New Orleans right about now.

Wake up, little Susie, wake up!

No, actually, not like soon, like now. Look around you. Do we care about You staying straight on Your personal Heavenly-inspired course when Our kids are dying because you don’t have sense enough back down when You’ve made a mistake?

We’ve both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep

We’re all waking up and weeping.

The movie’s over, it’s four o’clock, and we’re in trouble deep

Yeah, it is too late, isn’t it, Sus, to get out of this. And for this, we’re all grounded.

Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie…

Well…whatta we gonna tell your mama

She won’t hear you, she’s as out of touch as you are.

Whatta we gonna tell your pa

How about, Pa, you were right and I was wrong so how the hell do I get out of this mess I let my idiot cabinet talk me into? Hunh, Pa, hunh hunh?

Whatta we gonna tell our friends when they say “Ooh-La-La”?

Oh, hey, I got it, let’s just rename our French Fries to Freedom Fries. Make a Big Statement. Yay us. Oh, wait. We just renamed ’em back to French Fries again, right? Well, couldn’t have been a very important statement, could it. Shucks.

Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie!

Well, I told your mama that you’d be home by ten…

No, you told our country we had to Shock & Awe…

Well, Susie baby looks like we goofed again.

Yeah, they didn’t exactly shower us with flowers did they, after they got over their shock & awe. Hell no, they were too busy looting their own museums and destroying their own stuff, weren’t they, and NOW look what they’re doing, they’re killing EACH OTHER! Doesn’t ANY of this tell you something? Hello? Sus?

Wake up little Susie, wake up little Susie,

And to top all of this off, Iraqi’s own new leaders are upset with US now. We’re in debt, we’ve lost how many of our troops, everybody in the world’s mad at us, and THEY’RE upset?

We gotta go home.

Need I say more.
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Yanno (t/m Miss Snark) , some people ask me why, every once in a while, I blog on national or international events instead of sticking to nice, safe writing topics. Well, there are thousands upon thousands of author blogs on writing. Just, every once in a while I get fed up and want to speak up. So since this is still–although no guarantees–the USA, I thought I would. Speak up, that is.

I’ll try to do something safer next week. 😉 Unless I’m still ticked off, of course.

Love y’all, honest I do. Come back soon, ya hear me?
The Hotclue, wearing her camouflage battle helmet today.

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August 7, 2006

Hotclue Ponders Important Current Questions

I was thinking. I do that sometimes. Today I’m trying to figure out the answers to a lot of today’s mysteries and I’m wondering if anyone HAS any answers. If you do, please say so. I’m feeling awfully lonely here, with all these questions running around in my head and no answers in sight.

For instance:

Can anybody tell me how come these idiots who start all these wars don’t realize that every time you drop a bomb or shoot a missle and it explodes, it thins out our ozone layer even more than it was before? Yo, guys! Ever hear of Global Warming? Hello? Do you really want to watch your kids and grandkids grow up to be mutants because our ozone layer is at war with us now, thanks to all the pollution?

Maybe I’m wrong but the answer, to me, seems so simple: Idiots, Quit Starting Wars!

Wouldn’t you think our Congressional and Executive and Judicial branches would have much more important things to do than wandering around worrying about who wants to marry whom? Since when is it their business to worry about all that? Why don’t they let the National Enquirer, which IS paid to do all that, DO ALL THAT!

Am I the only one who worries that when George Bush said he answers to a Higher Father, he meant either Carl Rove or Dick Chaney?

Just wondering.

Why is it that it’s okay for oil companies to make billions in profit when so many of our dying-out-middle-class senior citizens are going broke trying to pay their wildly ballooning utility bills?

Come on, guys! Try thinking like commoners once in a while. You might learn something.

Did anybody (other than government bean counter sharks) ever stop to figure out that although seniors who subscribe to Medicare Part D get a break on generic drugs (as long as they’re very, very careful not to buy any expensive ones), companies who mismanage these plans receive an average of $360 per year, per person, FROM those same senior citizens, FOR mismanaging these plans. Now if you factor in how many millions of seniors subscribe to those plans, tell me, WHO is getting the real benefit of Medicare Part D, which stops at $2,500 and doesn’t start up again until those same seniors have spent thousands of dollars of their own money, which most don’t have? I could be wrong, correct me if I am, but it looks like the main beneficiaries of Medicare Part D are the pharmaceutical companies, the mail order drug companies, and the insurance companies.

What a surprise.

Is anybody but me astonished that while our men and women are fighting and dying to promote democracy in countries that do not appear to WANT democracy, thankyouverymuch–and this is supposed to be protecting us here at home, per the Prez–well, at the Very Same Time our own borders, shipyards, utility and other sensitive locations are barely protected at all? The Prez doesn’t seem so concerned about that because if he was, they would be protected, wouldn’t they? And while all this is going on, what are our current legislators all worrying about? See above, item 2. That, and getting re-elected, of course

God love ’em. No wonder they’re all turning gray.

Am I the only one worried that our next election will be decided by electronic voting machines which are terrifyingly insecure and can be hacked by any junior high student?

Oh, wait…so maybe THAT’s where those 62,000,000 votes came from….?

Why do we still have an Electoral College, unless it’s because the same legislators who travel around in packs gathering votes from the general unwashed public ALSO believe that the same general unwashed public is too stupid to know who they’re voting for?

Does that make those traveling legislators somehow culpable in this mass manipulation we call ‘elections’?

Is anybody besides me ready to shoot their television if they see even One More Sound Bite about Mel Gibson’s outburst, Anna Nocole Smith’s pregnancy, or Tom Cruse’s baby?

Note to television producers: Guys, We Don’t CARE. We really don’t. We’re busy worrying about our world, not their world.

I guess that’s it for this time, folks. I apologize for my extreme ignorance, but I really do wonder about these things.

I wonder because dang it all, I care.

Love to y’all, Speak Up if you have questions or answers of your own, and please come back again soon, ya hear me?

Hotclue Herself

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