Friday, December 30, 2011
Speaking of the new year, for New Years Eve, Sally, Violet and me will be snuggled in front of the fire. Sophia will be here, too and you can guarantee there'll be pizza, party hats and all the Dora the Explorer a girl could want.
Y'all be safe. I wanna see you back here in 2012!
Til next time,
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
As a matter of fact, I'm getting dressed to go see 'Wicked' and rather than wait in that long taxi line I may have to hone my hog-calling whistle and hail a bike- cab to the show. If you don't hear from me later, you'll know why.....
Til Next Time (hopefully)
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Still no release date. We will let you know as soon as we hear the news.
Til next time,
Kathie, Violet and Sally
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
First of all, let me explain Brenda. We are close. Very close. As in like a sister, close. She is the only person (outside of Mr. T) that has the privilege of weighing in on 'all things Kathie'. For instance, if you told me that I was gaining weight, I would plot and plan how to make you suffer forever! BAWAHAHAHA (evil laugh) - as I was starting my 6th mile on the treadmill. But if Brenda told me I was gaining weight I'd simply shrug and say, "I know. Pass me another piece of cake, please." That's how close we are. So, if my usually-intrepid friend was afraid to tell me pride and joy was ugly, then it must really be...well, ugly!
So, today I am taking steps to fix that. Sometime in mid-February, right before the release of my new novel, we will unveil a brand new "Hillbilly Debutante".
Not only will she have a new physical appearance, but I hope to breathe new, fresh life into her content as well. I've been sporadic and stale. And I have just the cure for that. We'll be taking our yearly sailing trip over Thanksgiving. There is nothing better for 'bloggers block' than sea air! So while my husband and his friends do all the work, I will take up my usual perch on the front of the catamaran, dangle my legs over the side, feel the sea water splash on my face, ponder my next move, and thank God for all that He has blessed me with....
Til next time,
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Thank you for checking in with me whether it be via e-mail or facebook. You all are THE best!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Designer Leah Flores has outdone herself again! They are both just adorable and I can't decide, so I really want your feedback.
See you at 9:00 EST at Kathie Truitt Author Fan Page!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
If you live in the area please see below for ticket information. This event benefits their local women's shelter.
Y'all come! It's for a wonderful cause.
What: YWCA of Richmond, Indiana-Friends of Genesis annual dinner
• When: 5:30 p.m. social hour, 6:30 p.m. dinner, Friday
• Where: Forest Hills Country Club, 2169 S. 23rd St., Richmond
• Cost: $35 each. Reservations required.
• Reservations and info: (765) 966-0538 Friday night October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
You see, I was assigned a new editor with this book. I thought I recognized her name when she sent her introductory letter. Then it hit me. Right between the eyes. I know who this is! I opened up my computer and went to Goodreads and sure 'nuff, there it was: Her Name - with a 3 (out of 5) star rating.
Great. My new 'boss' thinks I am mediocre at best. Ugh. I stewed. I pouted. And I stewed some more.
Sure enough, when it came time for my first edits she was tough. There were things in the manuscript she insisted I take out. There were things that 'bored her to tears' and 'spaces missing' in parts of the storyline. Did I mention she was tough?
One thing I am not is a prima donna. You just can't be one in this business. For every two people that think you're talented there's three more that think you stink.
I know the importance of an editor.
So, I took a few days to just re-read my own story. Then I opened up my laptop, and because I'm not a prima donna I made every single change. I added parts and took away some - some that I really, really liked. One day before deadline I sent it back to her - and waited.
Fourteen days later I got it back. ''Looks good but I think you can do better. You have three weeks."
And I didn't take one day less than that. Three weeks of being homebound, dishes piling up, wearing my cleanest dirty shirt, and my poor family existing on pb&j and pizza. After making my last change, I pushed 'send'. Then I sat down and had a good cry.
Am I complaining? No. Okay, maybe a little, but I knew this editor would challenge me. I knew that she wouldn't quit until this book was as good as it could possibly be. Which is exactly what I owe you, dear reader.
Reading is a treat for me. When I get the opportunity to actually devour a book rather than write one I go to the book store and go hog wild! Lately I have been so disappointed in my favorite author. The last couple of novels have been awful. I feel like she does the least amount she has to do just so she can get a book out every year. All I could think is, 'where the heck is her editor?'
That is such a disservice! If you are willing to spend money on our books then you deserve the best we can give you!
I have an acquaintance - a gentleman - that is absolutely brilliant. I am talking genius, here! He has several doctorates, well-spoken and an expert on several different subjects. He told me that he'd written a book and had publishers interested but he was afraid to proceed to the next level because, and I quote, "I am just afraid of some editor picking it apart." What?? This is a man whom people pay for advice, they listen with pens poised to document his every word, but yet he's afraid some lowly little editor is going to step on his ego. Sorry, I can not relate.
Writing is my passion, it's my life; it's who I am. And it's not for sissies. You have to be 'man enough' to accept the fact that you are not 'as good' as you think you are. I know I'm not. I need my editor.
And if we have done our job - my editor and I - and I think we have - then I think you will enjoy this novel. It's good, clean, fun with characters you will fall in love with. I will leave you with the words of one of my endorsers. I believe he's summed it up best.
"The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe" is a combination of "Fried Green Tomatoes" meets "Steel Magnolias" and "Mayberry RFD" with a bit of "My Name is Earl" sprinkled on top."
Wow, I'm not worthy! But I can't help but hope you think I am.
Til next time,
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
And before I forget!! Only those who are members of the "Kathie Truitt Author Fan Page" will get to review and vote on the book cover for "The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe" so if you're on facebook simply 'like' my fan page and voila - you're a member!!
Til next time (which will be sooner rather than later)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
This is tough for me, watching my last one grow up, knowing that he will leave me soon. I know if I have done my job right it's supposed to be that way, but still....ouch.
I feel cheated when it comes to Will. I spent so much of his childhood protecting him from a crazy, psychopathic stalker that I didn't get to relax and just 'enjoy' him. Even though we moved and she didn't know where we were, it wasn't until he was about 14 when he had a growth spurt and his looks began to change that I began to relax a bit. And he's seems to understand that because unlike most boys at 17 he is never embarrassed to tell us he loves us or hug us in public.
When he was first learning to talk I would rock him to sleep each night - when his sister would let me (she was 10 years older and always thought he was hers) - I would look deep into his blue eyes and say, "William you are a gift." To which he'd reply, "Mama, I not a pwesent - I a boy!"
Oh sweet William, that's where you're wrong. You are a present. A precious, special, wonderful gift sent from heaven - as is your sister.
til next time,
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Besides that and the wretched, worse-than-rush-hour-traffic and discovering one of my 'horsey' pictures had been knocked off the fireplace and scattered big chunks of glass all over the living room floor, it really wasn't all that bad. So life goes on.....
To my Northern Virginia/Washington DC readers, here's a heads up: I will be signing copies of "False Victim" at Glory Be in Occoquan, Virginia this Friday morning from 2-4, and then again on Saturday from 9-11. Come by and see me - even if you've already purchased the book I'd love to chat and tell you all about my new novel coming out next spring. Also, it's Glory Be's Fall Open House. I know for a fact that Marla has just made it back from market and a buying trip in Pennsylvania. I'm excited to see her new collections and home decorations! Once again, join me this Friday from 2-4 and then again on Saturday from 9-11.
Log on to http://www.glorybeva.com/ to see why this is one of my favorite home decorating stores!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
First of all - and I admit this was the hardest for me - don't be a slave to fashion. I was like a kid in a candy shop when I saw all the wonderful clothes I was surrounded by and I still have to
Friday, July 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
He gets frustrated at my
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Friday, June 10, 2011
"Kathie, how did you finally adapt to city life? Between work, traffiic, running kids back and forth to this and that I am exhausted! Not to mention the stress of the faster pace? How did you do it? Please help!"
Oh, sweet Gina....how I remember those early days when I first moved to the Washington DC metro area. I had a perpetual headache for 3 months while I learned my way around the city and was scared to death I was going to injure someone or worse while I adjusted to rush hour traffic. Even singing along to my favorite Christian station often didn't prevent me from flipping off the cab driver laying on his horn and riding my bumper like a rented mule. I knew I had to do SOMETHING or I was going to commit hari-kari.
So, the first thing I did was start with my home.
I took down the fancy curtains and got rid of the uncomfortable, expensive furniture. Instead I decided to go back to the style I love - to surround myself with the things I had in my country home. So, go ahead - make yours as comfortable and tranquil as possible. DON'T listen to anyone else or style your place in the current fad - decorate with things YOU love! My favorite style is shabby-chic, or Victorian Country which is soooo not popular in my neck of the woods. You've heard the old game of 'keepin' up with the Jones'? Well, these people bring it to a whole new level. You have to resist that urge to impress others. Your home is about YOU and your family. I have nothing against fancy, schmancy houses - really, I don't. But that's just not what brings me comfort. For me, pile on layer after layer of lace, pink roses, and soft pillows. What brings you peace and serenity?
However, since I also live with 2 men in the house I have a room that's a little less 'girly', but still keeps to our country roots and our heritage of riding and the outdoors. (But if it was just me it would be nothing but pink and white all throughout....just sayin...)
There is a busy two-lane highway that runs in front of my house, but nestled amongst the trees in my back yard the only thing I hear is the soft coo of a mourning dove, and other various types of song-birds that make their home in the huge maple tree that shades the above table. I feel like I am a million miles away from the beltway.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Here's the skinny:
Hastings Book Store
1245 Germantown Parkway
Cordova (Memphis) Tennessee
1 - 3
When I get back to ol' Virginny on Sunday I am going to crack open the laptop and get back to work. I REALLY think you are going to like the next novel - I really do. If I had to describe it, it would be a "Fried Green Tomatoes" meets "Mayberry RFD" with a bit of "Steel Magnolias" thrown in - sssoooo very different from the creepy, wierd "False Victim".
Have I told you lately that I love you? Well, I do and I really, truly hope you know that. I like hearing from you whether it's facebook, through the comments section or e-mail. I appreciate all of you! AND, I am really excited to meeting one of my blog buddies later in the month - you know who you are!
And a big congratulations to Kat at The London Bob hair salon in Old Town Alexandria.....she 'auditioned' to be my stylist and guess what Kat-baby....YOU'RE HIRED!
(When the teen-age son tells you he likes it you KNOW Mama must be lookin' good).
Until next time,
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
This is how it started. Lifetime, at the last minute decided to drop 'False Victim' as one of their projects. (And as for the villains in the book - I KNOW you read my blog just as you drop in from time to time to leave 1-star reviews on Amazon and Barnes and Noble - don't think I'm sitting home pouting about it. I STILL get to keep the money, thank you very much and as the Brad Paisley song goes, 'the more you run my name down the more price goes up i.e. book sales are strong'.)
Anyway, as I was sayin' 'Lifetime' decided not to proceed with the project. They do, however, own the rights until October 5th in which I can pursue other venues, but I probably won't. The fact is "False Victim" is very much a Lifetime genre. It's not a big movie screen plot, and it's a little too raw and 'psycho-drama' for Hallmark.
I did tell Anne, the producer, that I had other ideas for movies that I didn't necessarily want to put in book form, so she encouraged me to take a screenwriters course.
I was so excited to get started - I had looked forward to this class for months. So I get to campus a whole hour prior, drive around and around and around until I FINALLY find a parking space. I peruse campus for a while trying to acclimate myself to my new surroundings. Ten minutes before class starts I find my building. My heart is thumping with excitement. Here I am! ME!! Going back to class after all these years. Then my heart sinks as I see the 'class cancelled' sign.
((sigh)). Oh well. Worse things have happened. I just count it as a 'bad day at the office.'
I do have fun plans for tomorrow though. I am a member of the Salvation Army Ladies Auxiliary and each Wednesday we have tea at a different embassy. Tomorrow is the British Embassy. We're all wearing our hats so it should be a lot of fun. These ladies all know how to dress and while I'm really leary about posting pictures of my friends on my blog I will try to get some pictures to show you.
Until next time,
Monday, May 16, 2011
My very first assignment was to find a grave. Not just any old grave, mind you, but Tiny Mercer's grave. Who is Tiny Mercer, you ask? George 'Tiny' Mercer was the first person on death row in Missouri to be executed in over 40 years. Rumor had it, that Tiny was buried in one of the local cemetaries in the next town over.
Please keep in mind this was waaayyyy before 'google', or even the internet. We're talking the early to mid 80's (yes, I'm that old). With that said, back then we reported news the old fashioned way. I researched and asked a lot of questions.
Finally, I'd narrowed my search down to at least 3 cemetaries. I pulled my trusty little pickup truck into the the gravel drive of a country cemetary. I was hoping I could nail this down on my first try. It was a blustery day, and the dark, looming clouds made the November evening seem later than it really was. The last thing I wanted was to be out scouting cemetaries after dark.
I cut the ignition and the old pickup gave a little bunny-hop before the engine stopped. I slipped off my loafers, reached for my green hunter boots and slipped them on, my pant legs bunched up at the top. (This was also long before rain boots, or wellies of any kind were either cute or in style). When I stood up from smoothing my pant legs half-way into the top of the boots, for comforts sake, I noticed two people, obviously grounds keepers working in the distance.
"Ah, great luck! I can ask them if he's buried here or not and I won't have to wander around looking for new grave markers. Then I can move along to the next place." (I knew I wouldn't hit the jackpot on the first try. That NEVER happens).
As I got closer I could see that it was a man and a woman.
"Good evening," I called. Each one of them had a gardening tool of some sort but I really wasn't paying attention. Besides, I'm not the 'gardening type' and I couldn't have told you a rake from a weed-eater.
"Hello, darlin' ", the woman said. Ahhh, I love to be called darlin'. Baby. Sweetheart. I'm a sucker for any kind of term of endearment. Never mind that she was a scary sight. Have you ever seen a woman with jet black hair with white blonde roots? It's kinda scary. Now picture a woman like this, at dusk - in a cemetary. Uh-huh. It magnifies the fear factor just a bit, doesn't it? But I ignore the chill that's just made it's way up my spine. After all....she DID just call me 'darlin'.
"I'm Kathie Truitt, with XXXX Radio and I understand that Tiny Mercer is being shipped back to town for burial. Do you know if he's here?"
"No sugar, I sure don't". She keeps working the ground, ever so calmly, doing whatever it is that cemetary caregivers do.
"Okay, well I guess I'll just keep looking. Thank you so much," I am ever so polite, just as Mama taught me. I backed up and tripped over something, and as I reached out to catch my fall I come face to face with a little silver, shiny, brand-spanking new temporary marker that reads "GEORGE MERCER".
Like a bolt of lightning I jump up, so excited about my dscovery, KNOWING how proud the boss is going to be, "Oh look! He's right here! I found it!"
I no sooner got those words out than the old man, who at this point hadn't made a peep, rammed what I now recognized as a shovel into the fresh dirt and started screaming at me.
"I'm his father and I'm ...." I have no recollection of what he said after that because when the shovel hit the ground I looked down - and I kid you NOT - Tiny Mercer's grave was 1/4 of the way dug up. Yes, you heard me. They were digging! him! up!
At this point all three of us were screaming. Tiny's father, the woman, who informed me rather loudly that she was Tiny's girlfriend, and ME. As their volume increased they kept getting closer to me and all I could think was, 'Gee, I sure never thought I'd die like this."
As I was peeling rubber out of the graveyard, the cops pulled in. Apparently someone at a nearby farm house had heard the screaming and hollering and called the authorities.
Later that night on news stations all across Missouri the lead story was how a young reporter had found two people digging up executed murderer Tiny Mercer's body. It wasn't until I listened to the story that I discovered Tiny's father and girlfriend were within their legal realm as they had exhumation papers. It seems that the State of Missouri gave Tiny a 'free ride home', but it was up to his family if they wanted to move him to his final resting place - which obviously they did. It would have been really nice if Dad and Girlfriend had shared that tidbit with me at the time.
Ah yes, the power of the prayer of a 19 year-old-girl: "Father, I don't know what I want to do with my life....but I do know I want it to be exciting." Tiny Mercer's grave was only the beginning....
More to come....
(Sorry, I have no pictures. I tried to google "George 'Tiny' Mercer" and nothing came up - too far back, I suppose).
Sunday, May 8, 2011
While they're both grown now I have still managed to hold on to this tradition. We start off each Mother's Day the same. Church, then lunch at their favorite restaurant.
This year we catered to granddaughter Sophia and went to McDonald's. After she ate half of her chicken nuggets and fed the other half to Uncle William, or 'Wowm" as she calls him, she and her mommy left to start their own traditions. First to see her Daddy at his restaurant "Floriana". Then she and Mommy were going to celebrate her and Daddy's heritage at DC's "Italian Festival." Ciao, Bella (said, of course, in my best hillbilly drawl Italian accent.)
Anyway - back to moi! After the girls left us to go do their own thing, William wanted to treat me to a movie.
Now, before you start canonizing me into 'sainthood' you need to know.....
Thursday, April 28, 2011
And then SHE came along.....the lovely Lady Diana. I think it can be convincly said that she changed our world - or at least she did mine. I immediately got the haircut. I pored over every photograph, collected every magazine in which she graced the cover, and of course joyfully jumped out of the bed at the crack of dawn on July 29th, 1981 to 'be there' for her special day. Sitting in my living room, eyes glued to the television set, I had no idea that soon I'd be making a move across the 'pond' and not only would I live less than 90 miles from her, but I'd even get to SEE her.
Adjusting to a new country and a new way of life can always be a bit difficult and some of that difficulty I have to say we brought on ourselves. Jay was in the Air Force and when he got his orders I knew right away that I did NOT want to live on base. No way. I wanted to be in the middle of all things British - and that's exactly what we did. I adapted to British customs, British food and made friends with the locals. We were newlyweds and all we could afford was a one-room flat over a hardware store in the small village of Ramsey. We lived there happily for a quite a while, and it wasn't until I was expecting Rachael that we decided to move into a house.
One weekend we took a break from 'setting up house' and took the train into London for Queen Elizabeth's annual birthday parade. My excitement over a possible Diana sighting was thwarted however when the news reported that due to the hot weather, Diana, who at the time was also pregnant (with Harry) would not be riding. Jay asked me if I still wanted to go. Sure. Why not? It's still not ever day that you get to see the Queen ride through the streets on a horse.
So we went.
We took a few snapshots of Buckingham Palace, then walked around London before claiming our spot to watch the parade. Please keep in mind two things. Number one - this was back in 1984 so these pictures aren't the best in the world, and number two - I was 7 and 1/2 months pregnant. It was unusally hot that summer - England isn't known for it's warm temperatures to begin with and this particular summer animals in the zoo were dying due to the unusually extreme temperatures. So, I was hot, tired and grumpy. And ready to go home. But still...I lingered. Smart decision. As the parade starts there is murmuring in the crowd...then excitement fills the air and trickles down the line like a small tidal wave as the news leaks out that Diana WILL be there after all.
But first....we have to wait as other members of the Royal Family are paraded through. The photo below is of the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester. The Duchess is the Queens first cousin and is the 26th in line for the throne.
And finally...here she is, Diana riding with the Queen Mother. The picture, I know is awful, but in real life she was very close. Since I was pregnant people were nice enough to let me stand in the front near the street, and when Princess Diana's carriage went by I got a PERFECT view of her. She faced our side of the street as she waved!!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
And this will be my view for the next 7 days. Sophia is due to arrive with her parents in a couple of hours, so I doubt that you hear from me for the remainder of the stay. As you can imagine it's nearly impossible to write with a 21 month old perched on your lap. Until next time.....