And our 99-center for February is—

Nicole of Prie Mer: Book One of the Latter Annals of Lystra. Which means that for all of February, you can buy Nicole for just 99¢ on either Kindle or Nook. And if the marital sex scenes make you think that you’ve accidentally picked up a juvenile book (which have gotten rather racy) both Amazon and Barnes & Noble accept returns cheerfully.

Read the first chapter of Nicole of Prie Mer here.

The Thief

The description notes, “Not the first time he’s done this.” So, seeing that we have an habitual offender, should he get lockup or community service?

Ngaio Marsh’s houses

In my previous post on Marsh, I mentioned the first thing that was driving me crazy about her superior Roderick Alleyn mysteries: How to pronounce his name. After having covered that thoroughly, we now turn to the second irritant, which is: how does one distinguish between the house styles that she mentions so casually?

Here in our neck of Texas, you have three basic house styles: shotgun, ranch, and a schizophrenic Georgian, which builders hope looks expensive. Well, in her various novels, Marsh tosses around styles such as Victorian, Edwardian, Queen Anne, and Georgian, and I stop midsentence to wonder, “What exactly do these look like?” After a little digging, I think I’ve found examples that she might recognize. And they are:

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pronouncing “Alleyn” (and “Ngaio”)

I’m still enjoying Ngaio Marsh’s Roderick Alleyn mysteries very much—am now on the 20th book, Singing in the Shrouds.  However, two minor points have been driving me crazy. First: What is the correct pronunciation of “Alleyn”? Up till this book, she hasn’t really said. Then, in Chapter 3 of Shrouds, the reader suddenly comes across

“Well,” he [the ship's captain] said, “Superintendent A’leen, is it? I take it you’ll tell me what all this is in aid of and I don’t mind saying I’ll be glad to know.”

Huzzahs! One point resolved and it only took her 20 books to let us know.

Eek. Not so fast. The captain may be exaggerating for effect, and Alleyn doesn’t respond. Four chapters later, there’s this exchange between Tim and Brigid:

“Mr. Chips is at it again,” Tim said. “Poor Alleyn!”. . .

“Is he called Allan? You’ve got down to Christian names pretty smartly. Very chummy of you.”

So it looks definitively like “Allen.”

But THEN we hit Chapter 11, wherein we find this amazing confluence of information:

[The captain says] “. . . This gentleman is in charge of the meeting. Superintendent A’leen.”

“The name,” Mr. Merryman said at once, “is Alleyn. Alleyn, my good sir. Al-lane is permissible. A’leen, never. It is, presumably, too much to expect that you should have so much as heard of the founder of Dulwich College, an Elizabethan actor who was unsurpassed in his day, Edward Alleyn. Or, less acceptably in my poor opinion, Al-lane. Good evening, sir,” Mr Merryman concluded, nodding angrily at Alleyn.

“Over to you,” the captain muttered woodenly, “Mr. Allan.”

No!” Mr. Merryman objected on a rising inflexion.

So there you have it, assuming that Marsh has finished having her fun with us over that.

The second point is really beyond Marsh’s responsibility to help us with. But that I have to cover in another post, since this one grew to such absurd lengths the more I read Shrouds.

Oh, and, Ngaio? Is pronounced NIGH oh. So there.

99¢ ebook all February

After consulting with my marketing team—once I could get them to put down their crayons and look at me—I’ve decided to run an ebook special: one book will be only 99 cents on both Kindle and Nook for the whole month of February.

We just haven’t decided which one. Stay tuned.

the faithful

It was from Dr. Martin Luther King’s famous speech that I first grasped the astounding concept “unearned suffering is redemptive.” Over the years, as I have regarded the suffering of good people—the righteous made perfect—I have seen this demonstrated over and over again. I saw this in my mother.

Shortly before my marriage in 1976, she was diagnosed with cancer. Through four surgeries and intense suffering, she grew deeper and stronger in her faith. Her family and friends, who prayed ceaselessly for her healing, could only watch helplessly as she succumbed and died on a Sunday morning in 1978.

In 1987, when I was a busy writer/housewife with two young children, I began to experience clear symptoms of the same disease that had killed my mother. In great fear, I made an appointment for a thorough screening.

The night before my appointment, I awoke in the middle of the night to see my mother standing beside my bed, holding my hand and praying. I was not dreaming; I saw her clearly, but only for a moment.

The next day I knew I was well, but I went through with the appointment. It was uncomfortable and time-consuming. The results came back negative. In the intervening years, I’ve had no recurrence of the symptoms.

Now, I know that I will die at some point of something, but I am no longer afraid. I only pray to be made worthy of my suffering so that I can be a blessing to others as my mother has been to me.

There are saints in the making all around us. I would like to be one of them.

waiting for spring

Well, the dog run-turned-garden is pretty bare right now—just some blackberry canes, strawberry plants, bronze fennel and rosemary way back there near the great compost heap —but we are planning big for the spring. Oh, yes, we have ordered seeds or starter plants for Aladdin gourds:

 

Marigolds:

 

Swiss chard:

 

 

Livingston daisies:

 

 

Parsley:

 

 

Tango leaf lettuce:

 

 

 

 

Isis candy tomatoes:

 

 

Lemon grass:

 

 

 

 

and Vanilla butterfly flowers:

 

 

Thank goodness the dogs aren’t allowed in the dog run!

Wish me luck!

all Sammys are not the same

To wit:

 

 

 

 

 

The books share similarities in titles and subject matter. The protagonist in both is very cute; each likes kisses and gets bored when he is not at work. Also, both books are interesting.

There, however, the similarities appear to be exhausted. One book is nonfiction, the other is fiction. One is chock full of photos, while the other leaves everything to the reader’s imagination. One has an index while the other, alas, does not. Also, the authors are different. The book on the right is one of mine.

So I felt it advisable to issue a clarification before the publication of my next Sammy.

The back cover copy should clear things up:

“Former Dallas Police detective Sammy Kidman is now a private investigator working for his wife Marni’s agency, MK & Associates. While he is out tracking down scofflaws who owe past-due child support, he rescues a dog from becoming road kill.

“Miraculously, Marni allows Sammy to keep the gangly mongrel, whom Sammy soon discovers to be an unexpected asset in his work. He has no idea how much of an asset, however, until he tangles with a high-powered woman executive who resents his collection efforts so much as to concoct a particularly harrowing revenge.”

Look for it this July.

Texas flag quilt

Okay, here’s my newest project (click on the thumbnail). I didn’t notice that it was laid out wrinkled until I uploaded the photo, but as I’m not getting up on that stool again, it must suffice for our purposes. When laid straight, it’s approximately 50″ x 74″. Ignore the chopped-off feet of the star.

DeAnna created the nine-patch pattern and fabric.com supplied the beautiful fabrics (free shipping on orders over $35). I’ll probably hand-quilt it with a simple outline stitch. Where I will put it is another question, unless I can convince my daughter that she needs a big Texas flag on her family room wall.

Guess which author of proven classics was snubbed for a Nobel?

I’ll give you three hints. First, here’s his photo. Second, he was nominated for the award by his friend C.S. Lewis. Third, a two-part movie of his first novel is being filmed right this very moment.

But the Nobel Prize jury considered his work “second-rate,” and that it “has not in any way measured up to storytelling of the highest quality.”

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