Saturday, November 28, 2015
No business is smaller than the independent author. Authors are always gathering at book fairs and farmers' markets, selling their wares and signing books for soon-to-be fans. Several West Michigan authors will gather Thursday night for the third annual Holiday Book Bash in Spring Lake.
Unfortunately I can't make the Book Bash this year because I'm reviewing "Dogfight" at Actors' Theatre. (Community theater, talk about a small business that needs your support!)
I am offering a book special for the holidays: A nifty set of all three Jordan Daily News Mysteries for $29.95. That's 40 percent off the usual retail price of purchasing the books separately. You can give the trio to one mystery fan, or divide them up among three names on your list. And if you live in the Grand Rapids area, I can probably arrange delivery, so postage and handling won't eat up all your savings. To order, email email@example.com.
Service with a smile. Just one of the benefits of dealing with a small business.
Posted by Sue Merrell at 9:13 AM
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Grand Rapids Civic Theatre's stage production, which continues through Dec. 20, is even funnier than the 1983 movie..
But the best part is the innocence.
My brothers had lots of toy guns. Westerns were the icons of 1950s television, so we always played shoot 'em up. If somebody didn't have shiny Lone Ranger pistols, they would pretend with a twig or a finger. But we were never scared of guns. Never imagined that someone would actually use one to hurt another person.
Dad and my brothers always went hunting on Thanksgiving morning while the turkey baked. It seemed right. I remember frozen rabbit packed in cardboard milk cartons in the freezer. My brothers would tote their shotguns with them when they walked to a friend's house and no one ever called the police. Why would they?
When I became a mom, my son was in the Star Wars generation. They fought with light sabers. Some of my friends banned their children from having toy guns. But kids still played shoot 'em up with a twig or a finger, and couldn't imagine guns really hurting anybody.
And then something changed. Somebody brought guns to school. Real guns. And people were killed. In schools, in movie theaters, at fast food restaurants. And our innocence was gone.
You can't take a water pistol to school anymore. And I'm sure a kid carrying a shotgun would be considered a community threat in most of today's neighborhoods.
You can blame political correctness or the NRA or "lousy libs." But we aren't in Indiana anymore...at least not Raphie Parker's Indiana.
Posted by Sue Merrell at 5:44 PM
Sunday, November 15, 2015
It felt so comforting as we taxied from the runway to the terminal because I knew exactly where I had left my car. It was already dark, but I knew what roads to take home. And most importantly, I knew the Sunday evening traffic would be negligible.
I don't know if you've visited our nation's capital lately but the traffic there is horrendous. There's a gridlock on the Interstates that rivals the impasse in the Congress. (hmm, wonder if that's related?) It's nothing new. I lived in Richmond, Va., more than 30 years ago and Interstate 95 from Richmond to D.C. was a 90-mile parking lot then. It hasn't improved.
I wasn't surprised that it took two and a half hours to drive the 50 miles from Dulles to Fredericksburg for my nephew's wedding, though it was a little frustrating that a simple three-mile drive from the hotel to the wedding could take 30 minutes on a Saturday afternoon. I started the return trip at 1 p.m. Sunday. It was as bad as any rush hour. Solid back up. I probably covered 10 miles by 2 p.m. My plane was leaving at 5:20 so I did something rash. I headed off-grid. My printed map of Virginia was sketchy and my GPS was drunk, or at least a little tipsy, imagining roads that simply weren't there.
Nevertheless, I headed away from the Interstate, going northwest in the general direction of Dulles. I asked the GPS to take me to Manassas, and I was afraid there for a while that I might never get there. The roads kept getting narrower and more winding. State routes turned into barely paved country roads. But once I came out in Manassas the roads finally looked normal. Busy but not frozen. I had no trouble following the signs for the airport and was ecstatic to have avoided the paralyzing traffic on I-95 and the Beltway.
I got to the airport in plenty of time. The plane was oversold and the agent kept trying to entice someone to give up their seat. First she offered $400 plus hotel, dinner and another flight to GR the next day. Then the offer went up to $500, $600, $700. I considered it because my Monday commitments were light and it might be fun to have an extra day to see the Newseum in DC. But just thinking about all that traffic. There simply isn't enough money on earth to make that worthwhile.
Posted by Sue Merrell at 11:23 PM
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Besides, after writing a wild and crazy book like Full Moon Friday, I have a healthy respect for Friggatriskaidekaphobia.
If you'd like to read a fast-paced mystery about all the things that can go wrong when the full moon coincides with Friday the 13th, here's your chance. The Kindle version of Full Moon Friday will be 99 cents on Friday in honor of the auspicious date. Reduced prices continue through the weekend and return to the regular price of $3.99 on Monday, Nov. 16.
Friday the 13th could be your lucky day!
Posted by Sue Merrell at 10:30 PM
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Maybe it's my dyslexia acting up, but every time I see the title of this event I imagine 50 Michigan authors on TRIAL. And I guess in a way that's what a book-signing is, a trial of authors where the readers are the judge and jury. The author has a chance to testify and present evidence. The reader decides whether an author is guilty of writing a book that sounds too interesting to pass up -- or a book that would be the perfect gift for someone on the Christmas list. .
And with 50 authors lining the aisles of the store, it should be the TRIAL of the century.
Order in the court. Order in the court. The trial...ah, trail....is about to begin!
Posted by Sue Merrell at 7:42 PM