Friday, July 30, 2010

Washington D.C. Book Launch

Here are a few pictures from my release party on July 21st.

The 'False Victim' poster on the easel was the first thing guests saw when entering the party.

Barry Scher, my very one P.R. guru...

signing away....

Russell Sudder, the investigator who worked night and day gathering evidence that would one day clear my name. (His character in the book is named Chuck Bishop).

My favorite guest, Sophia

My daughter Rachael, granddaughter Sophia and son-in-law Dino posing with me and my D.A.R. sisters.

There'll be another party on August 3rd the actual release date.
Now onto other news.

Today (July 30th) I am 48. I don't give two hoots concerning the rule that a lady never tells her age. Until we get over being ashamed of aging, society will continue to render women over 35 invisible and irrelevant. I love getting older and look forward to my 95th birthday party when I am glamorously turned out, dancing the night away and my great-grandchildren are begging me to sit one out so they can catch their breath.

Speaking of being 'glamorously turned out' take a peak at what Sophia bought Grandma for her birthday! If this isn't me I don't know what is.

This was purchased at Lou-Lou's on Connecticut Avenue in D.C. They just recently opened another boutique on "F" Street which I frequent quite often. (Their main store is in downtown Middleburg, Virginia).
I hope you all have a very good weekend! I'm off to celebrate in style. Hmm - I think I'll stop by Pizza Hut and order a black olive thin-n-cripsy pizza. I'm the only one I know that likes black olives but it's my birthday so I get to do what I want, right? Right.
Come back next week because I'll have a LOT of exciting news for ya! Whoa there, Nelly - try not to get too excited!
OH! I almost forgot. You can now order "False Victim" on and!
Until next time,

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Sorry, I just haven't felt like talking lately...

By the look of my blog list (your lack of new posts!)I think maybe some of you have been feeling the same way or else you're summer is just so dog-goned exciting that you're out somewhere partyin' and dancin' on tables, in which case I am extremely jealous.

If you're going to take a break for a while, or if like me, you just haven't found the time to blog, then why don't check our some new friends of mine?

Stop over and see Meg at Texas Grits and Glamor, and Sheena at Motherh00d - for the feint-hearted.

Meg, who by the way is the embodiment of grit(s) and all things glamor, dishes on everything from television shows to clothes, handbags, shoes, what she's pondering, her family - anything you can think of, Meg's got a handle on it. While I very seldom leave a comment (sorry!), Meg's musings on TGG are fun, entertaining and always leaves me wanting more!

Sheena Simpson is the author of a brand new blog I just can't wait to read every day. HILARIOUS!! Motherhood- for the feint-hearted (nope, 'feint' is not misspelled in this case). Sheena and her adventurous zoo - I mean brood, which includes several kids, every pet under the sun - (gulp!) including goats and snakes - will leave you amused, entertained, and rolling in the floor laughing! I can't even begin to do her justice so I won't try. Please go over and visit and leave her a comment. She's new so let's make her all feel welcome, and if you love her as much as I do please add her to your blog roll!

Old Centennial Farmhouse -

I'm not being entirely fair. This isn't a new blog, but Joni's posts never fail to take me away....just like Calgon (okay - if you're under 40 you won't 'get' that - but then if you're under 40, you're probably too cool to read my blog ;), so never mind.)

All worries, troubles, heartaches melt completely away. Even if she doesn't post anything new for a few days I'll click on her pictures and stare longingly at her house. Her photos are so professional, and the ballad that plays in the background, "Home" makes you feel like you really and truly are home.
I hope you'll go over and leave a comment on these ladies blogs!
And if you're a new reader of Hillbilly Debutante I'd like to first off give you a great big ol' cowgirl welcome and invite you to start at the top of my blog roll and visit every one of my blog friends. There's a little sumpin-sumpin for everyone.
Until next time,

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Kathie Goes A-Courtin'

Weeeell (said in my best seductive voice). Hello, Waterford. Yes, that's you. Down below. In the photo. I stole it from the Waterford,VA historical website. I hope they don't mind, but what can I say? Love makes you do funny things. And Waterford, I am in love with you. It was love at first sight actually. And mark my words. We will be together.

(aerial view of Waterford, VA in th fall)

I hate that awkward phase that you always have to go through in a new relationship. So, before I make that big break and tell this city to kiss my - er, kiss this city good-by, I want to take the next 3 years for us to slowly get to know each other.

I want us to know everything about the other so that in 2013 when son graduates from high school, I can drive my big red truck into town and you all can say, "She's here. She's here for good. Welcome home, Kathie."
So, let me begin by telling you a bit about myself. My full name is Kathie Bishop Truitt, and while I was raised in Southwest Missouri just above the Arkansas line (I was raised with both Midwest and Southern values), my family on both sides helped settle Virginia. As a matter of fact, my maternal-several-great-grandfather was one of the first members of the House of Burgesses. My roots run deep in this Commonwealth.

I started out as a radio broadcaster but hung up the old microphone and decided to put pen to paper to make my living. My first novel, a psychological thriller is being released two weeks from today (August 3rd.) I sold the movie rights for a made-for-tv- movie. I am hoping to release another novel "The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe" late summer 2012. It's a fun book based on the small town in which I grew up, with lots of quirky characters, and a few twists and turns in the plot. I plan to make it first in a series.

Waterford is the perfect place for an author. Breathing the fresh country air tinged with the smell of horses and cattle, mixed with the sweet sounds of the birds, locusts and frogs, will I am sure get my creative juices will be pumping.

Now, here's a few recent pictures of the family. When you see us walking or driving through town please stop and introduce yourselves.

I can understand how it might be confusing to recognize me from time to time
because I am always changing my hair and my weight constantly fluctuates - I could be anything from a size 4 to a size 12 down to a size 6 again in a matter of weeks.

But as you can see by the pictures Mr. T pretty much always stays the same.

Now,allow me introduce you to other members of the family.

Will, on the left is about 3 feet taller and 16 years old now. You'd never recognize him now and that's okay because I'm not sure how much he'll be around anyway. It all depends on where he decides to go to school. Rachael, the beautiful brunette, is now married with a baby of her own, Sophia, which if I have my way you'll see every single solitary weekend. And then the precious blonde in Mr. T's arms is Violet. That picture was taken before we got Sally our lab/husky mix (you'll meet her later).

We'll take a break for a day or two - I don't want to overwhelm you. Besides, there'll be plenty of time for us to get to know one another. In the meantime Waterford, my love....when I lay my head on my pillow at night, it's you I'll be dreaming of.

Until next time,


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Tour and Media Schedule

Wednesday, July 15th - "The District Dish" - if you live in DC check your cable schedule for different air times, or go to ''.

Thursday, August 3rd - Release day! Party at Floriana at 17th & Q in D.C.

Saturday, August 7th - Borders in Woodbridge, VA - 1:00 pm.

Tuesday, August 17th - Barnes & Noble at Country Club Plaza in Kansas City, MO

Friday, August 20th - Borders in Springfield, MO 6-9pm

Saturday, August 21st - ABC Books in Springfield, MO 9-noon
Borders in Lees Summit, MO 4-6pm

Friday, November 19th - Holiday Inn Conference Center - Charlottesville, VA 11-6

**My publicist is working on bookings every day, so I'll try to update often.

Thank you so much for your support of "False Victim". Pre-release sales are good and I've really, really enjoyed answering so many of your questions. I'm sorry I haven't been able to get to everyone BUT good news is....I'm getting a new website that will have a specific 'Book Club Page' for questions and discussion.
I appreciate each and every one of you. I couldn't do this without you!!
Much love,

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A night at Floriana with a new friend....

Amber and I have been 'blogging buddies' for over a year now, so when she announced that she was coming aaallll the way to Wasington D.C. from Seattle and wanted to know if we could meet I couldn't say yes fast enough!

(Ugh! Forgive the ballcap - when Sophia spends the night there is no time for primping.

When I go into the city to meet friends we always end up at Floriana in DuPont Circle.


It is the place to go for authentic Italian food. When I say authentic I mean the real deal.

Floriana was orginially owned by Floriana Nestore, and while her son, Dino and his wife (who just happens to be my daughter) recently purchased it, Floriana herself still pops in every morning to hand-make her bread and pasta. Yep. You heard me. I said 'hand-made.'
Floriana is a very interesting person and I have always toyed with the idea of writing a play about her - it would definitely have to be a musical. Can't you see the playbill now - Floriana! said with a perfect Italian accent, of course! But, I digress...

When the weather is beautiful the patio is the most popular place to sit and enjoy a glass of wine from their exclusive wine list or specialty cocktails (each one named after family members in Italy! Love it!). While you're waiting for the main course it's always fun to participate in America's favorite pastime -people watching! While you're ogling all the local characters, maybe a celebrity or tow (don't be surprised if you see a movie star or your favorite rock star roaming around) and order one or more of their sumptous appetizers.
I'm not trying to influence you or anything but I have to tell you my absolute favorite is the sweet and sour calamari. (Okay, maybe I am trying to influence you a tiny bit).

(Dino, the owner...isn't he gorgeous?)

Sunday and Wednesday evenings are 1/2 price bottles of wine, which by the way are exclusive (oops, I'm repeating myself) to Floriana. Half price pasta night is Monday and Tuesday. Beginners will probably reach for the familiar - traditional spaghetti and meatballs or the lasagna, which is to die for but I'd really like to encourage you to step out of your comfort zone a bit and try something else. Everything is good and I always have a hard time deciding what to try next. This time I had the QE II, which was pasta with crab meat, peas and an incredible white sauce. Amber had ravioli and if it hadn't been the first time we'd met I would've reached my fork over and taken a bite (hee! hee!)

Speaking of Amber, here she is above. My goodness the way we carried on all night you'd have thought we'd known each other our whole life - we practically finished each others sentences!

We even shared dessert just like we were childhood BFF's. Oh man, I wish I could remember the name of the dessert. It was ice cream with a cherry in the middle covered by a hard, dark chocolate shell. Hmm...what was that called? Oh well, just ask for Beth and ask her the name of the dessert that Kathie had on Sunday night, and then order two!

It was such a lovely night with good food, lots of chatter, and meeting a new friend, not to mention that the weather was perfect.

For my readers that live close to DC why don't you plan on joining me on August 3rd, the day "False Victim" is officially released, for a party at Floriana?

The restaurant is located in a quaint, cozy Brownstone on the corner of 17 and Q. Just leave me a message that you'd like to come, either on the comments, e-mail, face book or fan page!

Monday, July 12, 2010

Ready or not Waterford, I come!

Do you remember me telling you about my five year plan? Sure you do. The one where at the top of the list is me watching this crazy city getting smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror? Every night that first year I marked an 'X' on the calendar to signify that I was one day closer to freedom. Then as it often happens with life a 'wrench' was thrown into my plans.
But, isn't she the cutest little 'wrench' you've ever seen?
Now what? I still want to move to the country but I'm not getting too far away from this little beauty. I need to be able to get to her within at least an hour - two at the most. So, this weekend Mr. T. and I decided to take a short little road trip to scout out our next adventure and hopefully our final moving expedition. Harper's Ferry, West Virginia, we decided was as far North (or is West? Hmm) as we wanted to go.
The very first thing we did was drive through town to the banks of the Shenandoah River.

Yes, those footprints on the big flatrock are mine. I'm coming back from wading to the middle of the river and back. When we first got married and we'd travel from Mississippi to Missouri, Mr. T always stopped at at least one river so I could wade in it. It's one of my favorite things to do, which probably doesn't surprise y'all one bit, does it?

After I dried off we did a little sight-seein'. This is the Catholic Church in town. Isn't it gorgeous? The folks that attend here really, really love Jesus. How do I know this, you ask?

Because they not only have to climb alllll the way up these stairs.

But these stairs, too.

See what I mean?

Harpers Ferry, West Virginia
This part of the country is so beautiful and West Virginians are oh, so nice. But my family (on mama and daddy's side) have been Virginians since the 1700's and at the end of the day I feel such a connection to that land.
So, we turned around and came back. We passed through the darling little town of Hillsboro, Virgina. I remembered that Waterford was nearby so as the backseat driver I told Mr. T. 'where to go'. Soon we were in Waterford and the strangest thing happened. Mr. T and I fell in love...with Waterford.

So Waterford, Virginia! We'll see you in exactly three years!!

Thursday, July 1, 2010


In many ways I now find myself a stranger in the town in which I grew up. I've been away for well over 20 years and each time I return I see fewer and fewer familiar faces. More times than not that unfamiliarity is due to the aging process - on their part, of course, certainly not mine. (BOOM! CRASH! SHHHHPPTTTT - Yikes! Where did that lightning come from?)

the charming "Tea Room" on Main Street

Some things change for the good. Prime example - the "Tea Room" on Main Street. What used to be an ugly little dry cleaners, then a real estate office and several other venues before Karen and Linda took it over, is now one half "White Knight" rentals (wedding, parties, reunions) and the other half the most adorable tea room ever. They serve elegant sandwiches, soups, and salads and the best sweet tea in the world. (I loved the grilled cheese and could have had five more.)

Some changes aren't necessarily good or bad - they just happen because that's what life does - changes - whether we want it to or not.

This was my grandparents house built in the 1800's.

By observation it still seems sturdy, sits in a perfect location on the outskirts of town and retains a quaint charm typical of most farm houses. Chuck, the current owner (who purchased it shortly after my grandmothers death in 1997), after a complete interior renovation, allowed moi the grand tour. The changes were a breath of fresh air to say the least. Due to aging owners and their parsimonious nature the house hadn't been renovated since it's initial construction. (They didn't even see the need to have indoor plumbing until I came along and was so afraid there were spiders in the outhouse that I'd try to 'hold it' all weekend). I can't sing Chucks praises enough for breathing life into that old house and reviving the girl to her former glory.

So what's the prob, Kath? Glad you asked.

You see, when I left that day I never had to see those 'inside changes' again. When I would do my once-a-year-drive-by I could still visualize Granddads Borateam cast iron mules pulling the wagon, perched atop the shelf above Grandma's antique buffet. And I swear I could almost smell the fresh-from-the-oven apple pie cooling on the kitchen cabinet.

Once outside changes start happening it's hard to go back and remember what things used to look like. Quick -do you remember Kirstie Alley skinny? Or Star Jones fat? I didn't think so, which is exactly my point!

So how long before I am no longer able to 'see' the tree whose leaves provided shade for the porch in the summer and whose spindly branches with only a whisper of a breeze would scratch the roof, sending my 7-year-old self running to the safety of my grandmothers arms? And what about the tree that sat tall and proud to the right, just off the kitchen giving Grandma a perfect view of her tow-headed granddaughter swinging to and fro on the swing Grandad had made and securely fastened around its thickest branch?

Some might say that I'm 'overthinking' this, but I'd have to disagree. You see, it's already started to happen. As we drove away I kept thinking, "What is it about the barn? Nothing has been done, but nothing is the same." I studied the picture the whole plane ride home when it suddenly dawned on me. The white wooden fence!

Granddad always maintained a beautiful white fence around the barnyard to keep the horses and cattle in. If I had a dollar for every time I teetered my (younger and smaller) backside on that fence while I watched the hay crew or blacksmith or milk truck I'd be rich. How could I ever forget the white fence?

Change. Evolution. Alteration. Modification, variation or conversion. Call it whatever you want but it's always going to happen whether we want it or not. As the old saying goes, 'the only thing that never changes is change itself.'

So, in retrospect, I think I'll not drive by my grandparents house anymore because right now if I close my eyes, I can still picture a beautiful summer day, grandmas flowers in bloom all throughout the yard, her sweet smile through the kitchen window getting closer and farther way, closer and farther away, my tiny legs straight out then tucked under as I go higher and faster. And if I really, really try I can smell just a hint of that hot, homemade apple pie aroma winding it's way out the window, slowly tantalizing the senses of an innocent, tow-headed young girl who won't realize for a very long time that her world will never be this perfect again.