Monday, February 22, 2010

My first *live* interview

Page Readers interviewed me about my paranormal novels, Dark Knowledge and Struck. It's a blog talk radio event that aired live on February 23rd and is now recorded.

Listen to Page Readers on Blog Talk RadioClick that blogtalkradio link above to listen.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Speaking Engagements (updated)

SouthWest Writers One-Day Conference
The Business of Being a Writer & Showcase of NM Novelists
Saturday, February 20th from 9:00 AM to 4:30 PM
National Hispanic Cultural Center
1701 4th Street SW, Albuquerque

$100 SWW members/$129 non-members

One day conference in Albuquerque on the business of being a writer with a showcase of New Mexico novelists (including me).

$100 for SouthWest Writers members
$129 for non-members (includes 6 month membership)

The morning concentrates on the business of writing and includes a panel of three literary agents. After a buffet lunch, several New Mexico Novelists will speak on various topics and answer questions.

My topic, from 4:30 to 5:00, is "Keeping the Normal in Paranormal."

Check out SouthWest Writers website for information and sign-up forms.

Page Readers Interview
My Blog Talk Radio Interview
Tuesday, February 23rd from 10:30 AM to 11:00 AM
Blog Talk Radio Network

Nancy Arvizu interviews me about my paranormal horror novel, Dark Knowledge, and my paranormal suspense novel, Struck.

Albuquerque Old Town Book Signing
Treasure House Books and Gifts
Saturday, April 10th from 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM
Old Town Albuquerque
2012 South Plaza Street, Albuquerque

I love having book signings at Treasure House. Come enjoy the atmosphere of Old Town and see why. Treasure House Books and Gifts is right across from the plaza, opposite the church.

Local Author Fair
Saturday, May 7th, starting at 3:00 PM
4022 Rio Grande Blvd NW, Albuquerque

Come join a few local authors (including me!) for an author fair at Bookworks near the Rio Grande.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

A Horror Author's Valentine

A traditional Valentine:

Be Mine!

My love.


A horror author's Valentine:

Be Mine!
scary heart
Or else...

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Why I love the omelet lady

We just returned from a long weekend mini-vacation in another city, and our hotel there offered a buffet breakfast for a reasonable price. We decided to check it out. The pre-cooked food looked great and smelled better, but before we grabbed plates, we spotted a short line in a far corner. Since we've been conditioned to believe a line means there's something worth waiting for, we headed on over. It was a custom order omelet/eggs/huevos rancheros/waffle line, operated by one woman. Five people stood in line between us and the cook we came to know as the "omelet lady." Four others stood to the side waiting for their orders. We decided we'd stand there long enough to see how fast the line moved, and soon we were captivated.

The omelet lady was a one-person assembly line. She took orders, usually for custom omelets, then filled them. She always had four omelets going in various stages on four burners. She prepared the pans, sautéed and pre-heated ingredients, added the egg mixture, flipped, arranged, added other ingredients as ordered, folded, and slid the delicious product onto a plate. In her spare time, she operated two waffle makers or cooked other custom orders. The entire time she worked, she smiled and chatted without ever missing a beat or messing up an order. That high level of efficiency and cheerfulness is certainly enough to make me admire the omelet lady, but I didn't love her, not just yet.

We placed our orders and moved over to wait with other customers, still marveling over the omelet lady's skills. That's when I noticed that when it came time to hand over the perfectly made custom orders, she had no clue who had ordered what. She looked a bit embarrassed, needlessly apologized, and explained how she looked each customer in the face as they ordered, but she was always visualizing the ingredients they specified and whether there would be a waffle or pancake sitting beside the omelet or egg order. She never could remember the faces. For whatever reason, that small quirk turned high admiration into love.

We ate omelets every morning during our trip. Now we're home, and it's time for my oatmeal.

I have a feeling I'll be missing the omelet lady for quite some time.