Friday, November 28, 2014

Are You Shopping?


HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN:  So? Are you shopping? (I MIGHT go. MIGHT. But I am trying to avoid it. )  

We have just hit some kind of  Rubicon with the grandchildren. My 11-year old GC announced yesterday that he had “one additional thing to talk about” and that “If you don’t mind, Grammy” he was asking for “cash” for his holiday gifts so he could save p for a “big, speedy computer.” So much for the days of Thomas the Tank Engine, I guess.

But of course I am grateful for the baby children, and as the sun rises on this day after Thanksgiving, I am thinking about the year to come. And what I’m grateful for.

Ideas. That’s one major league area of gratitude. When you have a good one, there’s just nothing better, right? And the thing we call have to remember, and rely on!, is that you never know when the next good one is coming.  The dedication of TRUTH BE TOLD says “always remembering You Never Know Day” (You know what that is, right? Jonathan and I created it—the anniversary of the day BEFORE we met. Because you never know.)
 
And as the debut novelist (and the first woman to win the St. Martins/PWA Best First PI novel competition in ten years for  WINK OF AN EYE) Lynn Chandler Willis reminds us, the next good idea could be right around the corner. Even in adversity! Like when you're forced to shop for--tires.






The Thrilling Life of a Writer
by Lynn Chandler Willis


While I waited for the limo to take me to my book launch, I pondered the glamor of it all. No, really. Ok, I made up the part about the limo, but as the day approached, I did ponder. And I did wonder about that glamor part, too.
 
See, I had a book signing and reading scheduled on release day. Yeah! But as the day drew closer, I noticed my car was driving really wonky. Like really wonky. Kinda possessed like. I mean, seriously, when the road was wet—my car could fly. Airborne. Hydroplane. What ever you want to call it. The wrecker service likes to call it bald tires.

And, I'm kinda OCD about some things. Like driving in bad weather. I know—I know...all you northerners and mid-westerners can stop laughing now. I'm from North Carolina. Me, a car, and anything wet on the road doesn't mesh well together. I once had my son, who was only 16 at the time, drive me to work on a snowy day because I was too scared to. He was 16. Like because he was a guy, I felt safer with him driving. Go figure, right?

Well my book launch was coming up and I was keeping an eye on the weather. Truth be told (Wow! That would make a killer title for a novel.) I started watching long range forecasts six months ago, fretting about some freak snow storm blizzard thingy that could possibly (but probably not) drop a tenth of an inch of snow on our North Carolina roads.

The long range turned into the thirty-day, which turned into the ten-day and then the seven-day forecast and no snow or ice was predicted but we were supposed to have a cold, rainy day two days before my book launch. I needed new tires. If I was going to arrive at my book launch/signing/reading/reason to party I was going to need something with at least a little bit of tread on it to get me there safely.

Know that insurance commercial with the college kid on a “ramen noodle budget?” I'm not quite that bad, but am on a tight budget. I've also got nine young grandkids who still get all excited about Christmas, and, five of them have November birthdays, soooo...from the end of October through mid-December, any extra money goes toward birthday presents and Christmas gifts. New tires certainly didn't fit into my fourth quarter budget.

So I seek out one of those little corner shops that sells, um, gently used tires. As opposed to run ragged used tires. I pulled into the first shop I saw with rows of tires proudly on display near the road. Horseshoe hanging on the wall. It was an old, gently used former full service gas station.  

 No, actually, there wasn't anything gently used about it. Half of the painted on letters in the name of the place were scratched off or through so I was either at Frankle's or ankle's, or maybe it was Frankie's? It was hard to tell.

A guy that was bundled up like an Eskimo, and smelling like a case of burnt motor oil, came out of the cinder-block garage bay and said, “what size?”


Either he looked at my bald tires and assumed that was my reason for being there, or he read my mind and knew I was anxious to get this show on the road. He was not a man of many words. He told me he had a pair of the size I needed and I could wait in the “office” where it was warm while he put them on.
 
But before I headed to the warmth of his office, a buddy in a Pickup truck pulled up and hollered (we are in the south) “Hey, Muffy, you got a blah blah blah?” I couldn't tell you what he was asking for as all I heard was blah blah blah...Muffy was what had grabbed my attention. A guy wrapped up in an oil-stained coat that could withstand a -80 degree blizzard was named Muffy. I loved it.

As I sat in Muffy's office freezing to death—the portable heater barely worked—I fell in love with the whole thing. The can of hot dog chili sauce in the paint-chipped, broken cabinet. The horseshoe beside the door. The old bench seat salvaged from some old truck. And Muffy.

And that is where inspiration comes from.

HANK: See? You never know!  So—given that your tires are okay—are you shopping today? For gifts—or for ideas?



WINK OF AN EYE

When twelve-year old Tatum McCallen finds his father, a deputy sheriff, hanging from a tree in their west Texas backyard, he sets out to restore his dad's honor and prove he didn't kill himself. He and his disabled grandfather hire reluctant Private Investigator Gypsy Moran, who has his own set of problems. Like a double-cross that sent him fleeing Vegas in the middle of the night.

Gypsy agrees to help the kid and his grandfather, Burke, because he feels sorry for them. Burke, a former deputy sheriff now confined to a wheelchair is all Tatum has left. When Tatum shows Gypsy a private file his dad had been keeping, Gypsy knows the kid's father was on to something when he died. Eight missing girls, a cowardly sheriff, and undocumented workers are all connected to the K-Bar Ranch.

Gypsy is quite familiar with the K-Bar Ranch. Before running off to Vegas, he spent his summers as a teenager working for ranch owner Carroll Kinley while romancing Kinley's beautiful daughter Claire. But Claire, now married to a state senator, is managing the ranch now and is more involved with the case Tatum's father was secretly investigating than Gypsy wants to admit.

Aided by adolescent Tatum and reporter Sophia Ortez, Gypsy begins pulling the pieces of the puzzle together, but it could end up costing him his life. Or worse—Tatum's life.




36 comments:

Joan Emerson said...
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Joan Emerson said...

Shopping today is my idea of pure torture. Would I willingly choose to stand in a line that goes three-quarters of the way around the store in hopes that I might be able to get a videotape for my grandbaby at a reduced price? Please, save my sanity; it's worth paying a higher price if I can skip the insanity of shopping today.

Considering that I despise driving, bad weather or not, I loved your story, Lynn. Now I've got to add "Wink of an Eye" to my still teetering to-be-read pile . . . .

Gram said...

I don't like to go shopping anyway so the idea of a mall on Black Friday is a horror show to me. We are getting ready for 30 or so guests on Sunday :-)

Alice Loweecey said...

No shopping, no way! I'm at home, making breakfast and reading classic horror.

Deb Romano said...

Lynn, your story sounds fascinating. Ah, one more author to start reading, one more reason to be thankful! I'll never run out of reading material!

I HATE shopping and do it only when absolutely necessary. This fall I was stuck having to buy clothes for work since the ones I'd been wearing were not fit for the rag pile. After each shopping trip (no way I'd spend an entire afternoon shopping)I'd go home and ice my back!

Yesterday I visited my disabled sister at a nursing home and shared a meal with her in the dining room. I think it's great that residents are encouraged to invite family over for a holiday meal. After having a lovely time with her and watching other residents eating with relatives, I drove back to the city where I live. In a shopping center I drove past, there was a long line of people waiting to get into Best Buy, which had not yet opened. I'm not sure when they started lining up, but the line went from one end of the parking lot to the other. I KNOW I had a better Thanksgiving than they did!

Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleib said...

Love the Muffy story--thanks for that!

As for shopping, I have ordered some things online from my favorite stores in CT (RJ Julia Booksellers) and Alaska (alpenglowskincare.com), and we'll probably go poke around Key West this weekend too!

No camping out at Best Buy for this cowgirl:)

Kaye Barley said...

Shopping? Nooooooooo. Even if I had too (and I'm a person who loves loves loves to shop!). But. My Christmas shopping is all done and the packages are all wrapped.

Lynn - Welcome! What a great story! I'm so tickled you took pictures. MUFFY! That made me laugh out loud.

I have to say, even without reading about your book, I would have been interested because of how wonderfully you told your Muffy story.

"Wink of an Eye" sounds very much like my kind of book and I look forward to reading it.

And glad to "meet" you here at Jungle Red.

FChurch said...

I have commuted 5-10-sometimes 12-hour drives to work projects, but at heart, I hear ya, Lynn!! My worst bugaboo is night-time driving through a strange city. But the people I meet when I stop to panic (uh, catch my breath)!

Based on the story you shared, I can guess your book is going to be a pleasure to read.

And no Black Friday for me, unless you count a few mouse clicks.

Susan Elia MacNeal said...

Welcome, Lynn!

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I'm staying home and editing today — LOATHE shopping. Would much rather be in our snug apartment with cats, tea, and manuscript.

Not really surprised most of us hate shopping and will be home reading.... : )

Ellen Kozak said...

Book sounds very interesting.

I live in the Frozen Tundra of Wisconsin, but I have a healthy respect for icy roads. If you don't have to go out, don't. If you do, make sure you have good boots and gloves and a hat in case you get stuck somewhere and have to wait or walk somewhere.

As for shopping the day after Thanksgiving, in our youth, a friend and I used to take the train to Chicago for Black Friday, run directly to Marshall Field's (now Macy's), stash our stuff in a locker on the floor (4th, I think)where the restaurant was, and shop from the top of the store to the bottom (we usually arrived at the restaurant floor around mid-day, stashed our purchases in our locker, grabbed lunch, and then shopped our way down to street level, then went up and retrieved our stuff, had dinner in downtown Chicago, and caught the train home).

Now there is nothing I need badly enough to coax me out into those crowds.

Deb Romano said...

I should have shared my "Bunny" story:
A long time ago I worked a series of long-term temporary jobs. At the last temporary job I had, the first couple of weeks I was there I kept overhearing people telling each other: "ask Bunny to help you"; "Bunny knows how to do that"; "Bunny knows who to call", etc. I always pictured a blue-eyed blonde cheerleader whenever I heard Bunny's name mentioned. By the time I left there for a permanent job, Bunny received a well-earned promotion to department manager. And Bunny was a portly middle-aged man from Jamaica!

Lynn C. Willis said...

Joan - I'm with you. We should start a campaign to save the sanity. Of course that could apply to more than just shopping!

Lynn C. Willis said...

Gram - 30 guests! Sounds like my "little" family ;) Enjoy!

Lynn said...

Alice - classic horror? Interesting choice for Thanksgiving...I've heard a lot of Thanksgiving horror stories and they all some kind of kitchen mishap.

Lynn said...

Deb Romano - what a wonderful story. No doubt you were where you wanted to be yesterday and your heart is happy for it.

Lynn said...

Lucy - I'm with you - if I can click and buy, I'm all over it!

Lynn said...

Kaye - nice to meet you too! How did we ever document our lives before camera phones?

Lynn said...

FChurch - I used to tell my kids when they started driving that if they ever got lost, not to panic because every road leads somewhere and my daughter said that yes, and sometimes where that road leads is downright scary ;)

Lynn said...

Susan - yep - I'm home today as well finishing up my WIP. And I'm happy :)

PK the Bookeemonster said...

Shopping? No freakin' way. I've worked/managed retail at the mall too many times to ever go near it again. Yay Internet shopping! But not today. Maybe.

Thanks for sharing new authors with us. The Muffy story is great!

Lynn said...

Ellen - in NC we get much more ice than snow and it amazes me how AFTER a big winter storm people rush out and buy 4-wheel drive vehicles. I'm not an expert but I believe no vehicle drives well on ice. ;)

Lynn said...

Deb - "Bunny" is too funny! And that's how characters are born ;)

Lynn said...

Deb - "Bunny" is too funny! And that's how characters are born ;)

Lynn said...

Hank - I am not shopping today. I'm hunkered down with fuzzy socks on and the coffee flowing and staring down the barrel end of a deadline ;)

Hank Phillippi Ryan said...

I KNOW--the mall! Talk about a horror story.. At least, so far, I'm not doing the TV coverage of the shopping, I'm up in the investigative unit. Um, hiding. And I may not even put on my heels.

I'm also deleting DOZENS of "black friday" offers from my email. Note to vendors: nope, nope, nope, I don't even open them.

Kait said...

OK, you couldn't melt me and pour me into a store today. That's my idea of torture. In about another week, I won't even venture to the Costco until after the New Year! Lynn, your book sounds very intriguing, and congratulations on the awards. You're living in NC now, but were you a Texas? You've certainly hit the setting, culture, and language on the nose.

Hank Phillippi Ryan said...

Hey, Lynn! (I hate to drive at night too. In fact, I hate to drive. But that might be another blog.)

Is there really a Wink?

Lynn said...

* Kait - nope, born, bred, and will more than likely die right here in the Tarheel state. I've been to Texas once on business. Flew into Dallas/FW, stayed two nights, and flew back home. In my corporate job, I worked with sales reps and customers in Texas so have quite a few friends in the Lone Star State.

* Hank - yes, there really is a Wink, Texas. Pop. 991. They have a Facebook page :)

Deborah Crombie said...

Hi Lynn--Love your story! And, as a Texan, I can say it sounds like you hit the mark with Wink. Congrats!!!!

Shopping, Hank? Argghh. No way. Although I might have to go to the feed store for some dog food... And I might just make my Christmas list and venture online... Procrastinate, me?

Grandma Cootie said...

First, congrats on the book. Put it at the top of my to-buy list, what a story. And are you sure you weren't in Indiana? I think I've been in that garage.

Shopping today - nope. An old friend and I do an annual Christmas shopping day. When the kids were small it was really about shopping. Now it's more have coffee, look in the windows, eat lunch, look in the windows, have a snack . . . you get the idea. I knew the grandkids were growing up and shopping had changed when one of them said "To make it easy on yourself, Grandma, why don't you just give me money?"

Now we have the great-grandkids to buy for so it's fun again, but they are long distance so I do that online. (And Miss Delaney Kay, g-grandbaby #5, made her surprise appearance last night!).

Hank Phillippi Ryan said...

Hurray for Delaney Kay, our newest Red, who has the most fabulous name ever(What a good character name, huh?) and is a very very lucky girl!

Congratulations, Grandma Cootie! oxo

Hallie Ephron said...

That is the sweetest story, Lynn. Muffy! Sounds like a wealthy Connecticut (sorry Lucy) socialite.

Congratulations on the book. Hoping your launch is a HUGE success. Sounds as if you have a fanTAStic sense of humor.

Shopping? My goal is to go ONCE before Christmas, in by 10 out by noon... with a shopping list. Not this weekend.

Lynn said...

* Deborah - thanks, that's quite a compliment coming from a native Texan!

* Grandma - I'm with Hank on the name. Delaney Kay - you can just hear the personality spilling out of that one.

* Hallie - I like your goal. I've already got four of my grandkids' presents...individual tire swings ;)

Hank Phillippi Ryan said...

Ha ha ha, Lynn! Very resourceful!

Pat D said...

Yup, there's a Wink. Also Notrees, although there might be one in town. And don't forget Muleshoe. I'm going through the do-I-have-to-buy-new-tires dance now. When I had my jeep in the shop last month, the liaison with the mechanics told me my tires were old. Yes, the tread is excellent, but after so many years glue on the inside of the tire starts to fail. With no warning. Not what I wanted to hear! So I think about that everytime I'm on I-10. Bleah.
Hank, I finished Truth Be Told. Great ending with lots of surprises. So, when's the next one out? Shopping on Black Friday? No way! I haven't even left the house today.

Hank Phillippi Ryan said...

Thank you, PAt D! HURRAY! SO pleased you enjoyed it. Yay.

The next one is at the editor now..she LOVES it, I am happy to say. :-)

(GOod luck with the tires. Sigh.)

xo