You get a book! And you get a book!

Yay! Charlotte’s Website, the third book in the Red Ink Mysteries cozy series, is finally available for preorder here. If you order now, it’ll mysteriously drop onto your Kindle on May 22. I don’t know how that works. I think it’s some sort of magic. It scares me a little. And excites me too. Kinda like my husband.

For you old-school types, the print edition of Charlotte’s Website should also be available on May 22. Although this whole pandemic thing has meant no in-person book signings or book festivals, I can still send you an autographed bookplate sticker thingy to put inside a print copy of any of my books. Ask for one (or more!) here. I won’t even make you beg… much. Just remember: these are for print books. Don’t put a sticker on your Kindle. It will end badly.

Next week, you can easily (and economically) catch up on the entire Red Ink Mysteries series by taking advantage of sales on both of the previous books in the series. Can’t you feel the excitement?

https://amzn.to/35S1lAF <—-Find The Scarlet Letter Opener HERE!
https://amzn.to/35SDLDK <—-Find The Tell-Tale Heart Attack HERE!

Mark your calendar. Set an alarm on your phone. Tell all your friends. Throw a socially distanced party. Drive around your neighborhood with banners attached to your car.

Whatever you do, don’t miss these sales!

And while you’re buying and reading and buying some more, I’ll be feverishly working on more books. It’s not like I have anything better to do these days. It’s either more writing… or quarantine baking… or <shudder> housecleaning.

I’ll choose the writing every time.

And you, my friend, should choose to read. I can think of a few books you might be interested in…

34 Things You Didn’t Need to Know about Me

The more you know, the more you realize you didn’t want to know QUITE that much…

This survey has been circulating around Facebook, so I figured I’d post it here for the three or four of you left in the world who aren’t yet my Facebook friends.

1. Who are you named after?
Middle name: Mae, after my grandmother, whose awesome full name was Fannie Mae Hockenberry. I swear, with a name like hers, she should have been selling strawberry preserves.
First name: Linda, just because my parents liked it, especially once they realized their first choice, “Amy Au,” sounded silly. (This, coming from my mom, Ann Au, who doesn’t even have a middle name!)

2. Last time you cried?
Earlier today. I came home from a weird grocery shopping trip with a store full of just adults (not a child anywhere), none of whom were talking AT ALL, not even couples talking to each other. NOBODY TALKING. It didn’t bother me till I got home and was writing to someone else about it and busted out crying… I’m a very, VERY serious person most of the time, as you all know. (cough) The last time I cried before today was when we ran out of ice cream and the stores were all closed. (See? Very serious. I weight all personal tragedies equally.)

3. Do you like your handwriting?
What are we, in third grade? Here in my office alone I can see eight keyboards and ten typewriters. I type everything these days, so I don’t think I’ve even SEEN my own handwriting since the Reagan Administration.

4. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Don’t judge. Oscar Mayer B-O-L-O-G-N-A. (You know you just sang that. And you know you’re going to curse me at 2 a.m. when it’s still stuck in your head.)

5. Longest relationship?
Romantic? Then, depending on how you define it, either my husband Wayne… We’ve beaten my first marriage by 7 years so far, although calling it “romantic” after 20 years now means “date nights” at a casino buffet, where Wayne saying “Here’s fifty bucks. Let’s have some fun!” has a very different meaning than it would have when I was twenty… or, if imaginary relationships count, then Gene Wilder. (I SAID, DON’T JUDGE!)

6. Do you still have your tonsils?
Wait, let me check… gnnhgrrr grrrllllnnngggg… Yup. Still there. Whew, for a moment I thought somebody might have stolen them.

7. Would you bungee jump?
Is this a trick question? Because I don’t even like getting on a step-stool with more than two steps.Next question.

8. What is your favorite cereal?
Deep philosophical questions like this really confound me. I’d have to say either Cap’n Crunch original or Honey Bunches of Oats With Almonds (in spite of their ridiculous, clearly-too-literal name).

9. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
When I even wear shoes, NO. I’ve replaced every shoelace in every shoe I own with these rubbery things that look like shoelaces but that simply turn your tied shoes into slip-ons. Every pair of Chuck Taylors are now SLIP-ONS. This was a game-changer for me. I mean, like, Yes, There Is A God game-changer.

10. Do you think you’re strong-willed?
Only if you want me to be.

11. Favorite ice cream?
Black raspberry or Mint chocolate chip. On a good waffle cone, please. Aaaaaand, now I’m hungry. Aaaaand there is no ice cream in the house. Now I must cry for the second time today. (See question 2.)

12. What is the first thing you notice about a person?
These days, whether or not they’re six feet away. Before March 2020, whether they look like they have a sense of humor. If they do, I whip out the sarcasm and snarky jokes. If they don’t, I whip out even more sarcasm and snarky jokes. Win-win.

13. Football or baseball?
On TV? football. Live? baseball. Getting hit in the head? Wiffle ball.

14. What color pants are you wearing?
I beg your pardon? Any day of the year it’s _____ [fill in the blank with a color from black to gray] sweatpants. Well, except for summer when it’s hot. Then it’s _____ [fill in the blank with a color from gray to black] sweat shorts.

15. Last thing you ate?
Low-carb pizza on a cauliflower crust. Pray for me. I’m going to cry for the third time today. I hate this survey.

16. What are you listening to?
The latest episode of Outlander via Roku on the TV in my office. And the tinnitus ringing in my ears 24/7. Anybody’s guess which one has more of my attention at any given time.

17. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Having worked for Crayola in the distant past, I can definitely say it’s NOT PERIWINKLE. But it might be Burnt Sienna. Just… NOT PERIWINKLE. I’m having PTSD flashbacks from 1981 now.

18. What is your favorite smell?
Crayons, but that’s probably because of the previous question. Really, it’s freshly ground coffee. Or freshly minted money. Or freshly washed babies. Just not low-carb pizza on a cauliflower crust. (Four times.)

19. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
My brother on St. Patrick’s Day. (Hint: That was a week ago. DO NOT CALL ME ON THE PHONE.) He was checking in on our parents, who hadn’t answered their phone because, oddly, it never rang. Even more oddly, I was at their house when he called, and I told him they were fine. Even more oddly still, neither party wanted to actually talk to the other one so I hung up. Dysfunctional much?

20. Married?
Yes, so you’ll have to find some other poor shmoe to harass through your swipe-left-swipe-right app. I already have my own shmoe and we harass each other daily.

21. Hair color?
Until recently, Clairol Nice ‘N Easy #121. When I stopped coloring it, what was underneath was a lot whiter than I would have guessed. But it’s too late to go back now. Everybody’s seen it this way, and there are too many pictures!

22. Eye color?
Wait, let me check… Darn, that only works for tonsils… and genitals. (It’s more fun with the genitals than the tonsils, by the way, but the answer takes a lot longer.) I just dug out my driver’s license and it says brown eyes, so let’s go with that because “bloodshot” is apparently not an appropriate answer.

23. Favorite food to eat?
Wait… what am I doing with the OTHER foods if I’m not eating them??

24. Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary movies with happy endings. (Because happy movies with scary endings are just weird.)

25. Last movie you watched In a theater?
Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, with my friend Crystal and her family here in Pittsburgh. Before that, wow… was it Gone With the Wind with my mother? (NO! NOT THE ORIGINAL SHOWING! I’m not THAT old, and neither is my mother!)

26. What color shirt are you wearing?
It’s always a _____ [fill in the blank with a color from gray to black] sweatshirt (today is gray) with a changeable T-shirt or raglan T-shirt underneath. (The layered look is still in, right?) Our freakin’ huge house has 12-foot ceilings and two furnaces so it’s always ch-ch-chilly in here. Even in August.

27. Favorite holiday?
Halloween, or, as I refer to it, NaNoWriMo Eve.

28. Beer or wine?
Neither. Sorry. Rum and Diet Coke, a.k.a. a Skinny Captain. Or a fruity bad-for-this-diabetic punch-like drink, preferably served to me with a tiny paper umbrella while I’m lounging on a lounge chair while I’m cruising on a cruise ship (just not the Diamond Princess).

29. Night owl or morning person?
If you’re asking if I like to stay up late and work, then night owl. If you’re asking when I like to actually go to bed, then morning person.

30. Favorite day of the week?
I might be the only person who answers this question with MONDAY. I love Mondays. Promise of a new week, and all that crap… yada yada puke. (Seriously, it’s Monday. Now put down those pitchforks!)

31. Favorite animal?
As pets, CATS. As critters in my back yard, fox squirrels. As just animals I wish I could have as pets, then maybe a panda or a sloth or a koala or a semi-sedated fox squirrel on Quaaludes.

32. Do you have any pets?
I have none of the animals listed in #31, sad to say. Instead, I have two 4-year-old asshole guinea pigs named Carl and Steve, who are biological brothers. Both are drama queens who act either like they’re starving or like you’re killing them. There is no in-between with the little tailless prima donnas.

33. Where would you like to travel?
In late March 2020, to a grocery store with toilet paper.

34. What are you working on at present?
THIS SURVEY. Haven’t you been paying attention to how this works??

SALE! Everything Must Go!

Well, not EVERYTHING. It’s print-on-demand, so they won’t be selling out any time soon. But hey, let’s pretend. Either way, it’s a big sale on some mighty great Kindle editions.

First is Secret Agent Manny, which is on sale until Saturday, September 7. Grab a measly 99¢ out of your bank account (plus tax) and the Kindle edition can be YOURSimmediately! If you’re into instant gratification, then click on over and start reading in seconds! I’m so excited for you!

Just 99¢ until Saturday, September 7!

And … hold onto your hats! To celebrate the arrival of the second book in the Red Ink Mysteries series (The Tell-Tale Heart Attack), I’ve knocked the price of the first in that series, The Scarlet Letter Opener, down to … [drum roll] …

FREE … until Thursday, September 5!

Big Sale Next Week!

Procrastination PAYS OFF!

If you’ve been lollygagging around and haven’t ordered Secret Agent Manny or The Scarlet Letter Opener (book 1 in the Red Ink Mysteries series) yet, next week is your lucky day! (Wait, whut?)

From Sept. 1–7, Secret Agent Manny will be just 99¢ for the Kindle edition!

From Sept. 1–5, The Scarlet Letter Opener will be FREE! If you’re itching to read The Tell-Tale Heart Attack (book 2), now you can grab the first book in this series next week for FREE!

No need to set a reminder on your phone (although, hey, I’m not gonna stop you). I’m sure I’ll inundate you with reminders all next week. That’s how much I care.

Yoo hoo! Is this thing on?

I have been chained to my desk so long now that I’m starting to feel like a character in a depressing Charles Dickens novel. If a bunch of orphans in ratty clothes start gathering around me and singing in Cockney accents, I’ll know it’s time to find a way out of this home office.

Until then, though, let me do a brief run-down on my summer:

1. editing The Tell-Tale Heart Attack to death. It’s the second novel in The Red Ink Mysteries series. It nearly gave me a heart attack just trying to finalize this project and get it out the door. But, as of last week, OUT the door it went! If you haven’t read the first book, The Scarlet Letter Opener, that’s a fun place to start. I cut my teeth on mystery writing with that first one—and it’s kind of “mystery lite,” for lack of a less derogatory term. This second book was a lot more fun to write. Half the time even I didn’t know whodunnit. (Oh, that first book smells like it’s time to go on sale. Be on the lookout for that sale in a week or two.)

2. going on yet another cruise with the hubster. He wanted to enter Carnival’s big Grand Blackjack Tournament to see what that’s like, and since he won a free entry back in December, well, there we were, on another cruise ship in May. Great fun … but not a good time of year for me to be away from the desk for a week. (You know, the one I’m currently chained to.)

3. attending the St. Davids Christian Writers’ Conference in June. The yearly trek to Grove City, Pa., was (as usual) like a big writer-family reunion. Crazy-good fun with crazy-good people. As a board member, I had a lot of tasks to complete before conference started, including doing the booklet layout in time to have printed copies ready to take with me. There’s nothing quite like late nights, jazzed up on caffeine, gathering faculty data and troubleshooting layout issues with Amazon! I’m kidding: there are a LOT of things just like it, but most of them involve torture or stints in hell. And speaking of typesetting …

4. typesetting books for everybody but me. It’s a good thing I enjoy typesetting book interiors, because I’ve been doing those in my sleep lately. Some were for friends (we’re all debuting new books at Beaver County BookFest next month). Others were for a great cause and hobby of mine: TYPEWRITERS. You can pick up these amazing TYPEWRITTEN anthologies of what a non-digital world might look like here: Paradigm Shifts (which happens to also contain a story of mine) and Escapements. Both books are bargain-basement-priced, in order to get them into as many hands as possible. These projects were a labor of love. And although I thoroughly enjoyed working on them, squeezing these projects in after that crazy cruise was the result of copious amounts of caffeine and lots of loud grunge music at all hours. 

5. outlining and planning six new, shorter books in an upcoming new cozy mystery series, under a pen name! It’s been great fun finding a voice through my alter ego, Muriel Preston, who apparently writes cozies (shorter ones than I’ve been writing, so they’ll be churned out a lot faster). Her first series will be the Totally Tech series. Six covers ready to go!

      
6. heading back east soon for a few days of visiting family and outlining the six Muriel Preston cozies. Apparently I’m going to unchain myself from this desk, then drive six hours to the other end of Pennsylvania, only to chain myself to a completely different desk. Hey, whatever works! I love road trips. 


Once the autumn kicks in (not a moment too soon for me), things don’t slow down. I’m staring at Beaver County BookFest in early September, the AAUW Kitchen Tour in late September, a trip to West Virginia for a big book festival in early October (as an attendee this time), the yearly gathering of typewriter nerds (also in West Virginia) in late October, a few board meetings, and …

wait …
wait …

WHAT YEAR IS IT??

Who is Muriel Preston?

She’s younger than I am.
She’s prettier than I am.
And thinner. Much thinner.
She has gorgeous long hair, flawless skin, beautiful blue eyes, and keeps her nails long but still manages to type a lot faster than I do.

She drinks espresso shots throughout the day, listens to smooth jazz, used to be a chain-smoker until she quit cold-turkey about ten years ago, and joins the gym every January, though she stops showing up at all by March.

She’s been married—twice—but both times realized the guy was just too big a distraction from her work. Each of the men wasn’t surprised when she left. They’re all still good friends, and on rare occasions she’ll take them both out to dinner or a movie. At the same time. Then they all get creeped out about it and don’t have any contact for at least six months.

She is an enigma wrapped in a conundrum.
I, on the other hand, am a conundrum wrapped in bacon.

So, who is this mysterious Muriel Preston?

Well, okay… she’s me.

Starting this winter, the not-so-mysterious, nothing-like-me, completely fictitious Muriel Preston will start churning out light, short cozy mysteries. Just because she can.

My own cozy mystery series, The Red Ink Mysteries, is now officially two books long. (The Tell-Tale Heart Attack is finally available, folks.) The third book, Charlotte’s Website, is due out by Christmas.

But our new friend Muriel? She’ll be churning ’em out a lot faster. She has nothing better to do, after all. She lives for her work. Lucky for me.

Her first series, the Totally Tech Series, will contain five separate quick reads. I’ll update here as these become available. For now, take a gander at her tentative titles:

Fifteen Seconds of Fame…

I realize the saying is usually “fifteen minutes of fame,” but in my case, it was closer to fifteen seconds. Give or take two seconds. I wasn’t exactly timing it. I was too busy floating in a surreal world of Cloud Nine Dreams Come True.

My friend Amy and I were minding our own business in the front row of “Weird Al” Yankovic’s Strings Attached concert here in Pittsburgh last night. I had already warned Amy that I would sing along with every single song, unapologetically. It’s just how I roll. And, I did. Every. Single. Word. Of Every. Single. Song. 

I’d given Amy homework before the concert: memorize both “The Saga Begins” and “Yoda,” because Al does those two songs as an encore at every concert and everyone sings along. And he did not disappoint us. The audience sang along on all the choruses (and most of the verses) of both songs. First “The Saga Begins” …

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(Photo courtesy of @AmyJMable)

Then “Yoda.” Near the end of “Yoda,” Al turned the microphone to the audience and told us to sing. And we all belted out a chorus of “Yoda” together with gusto.

Then, without warning—with his accordion still strapped to his chest and the microphone in his hand—he knelt down and crept over the wires at the front of the stage. I could see him headed my way with that microphone sticking out as the audience wrapped up its group-chorus… and… and

Oh my gosh… was he headed toward ME with that thing??

Then, he yelled into the microphone, “NOW JUST HER!” and pointed it right at my nose. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I used that split-second to decide whether to curl up and die in an introverted heap, or to boldly go where I had never gone before (that is, singing solo in front of 3,000 strangers, right in front of my favorite musician ever).

Should I belt out an entire chorus of “Yoda” all by myself? Or should I live in regret and despair forever? Guess which one I chose. No, really, guess. I’ll wait.

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Have you guessed yet?

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I even did my own conducting at the end…

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It was perhaps the most glorious fifteen seconds of my life. And I might even include the births of several of my children and at least one of my weddings in that assessment. But I won’t say which ones.

Poor Amy froze. Although she’d been surreptitiously taking a picture here and there (just like everyone around us), there just wasn’t time for her to unfreeze, get her phone ready, and snap a picture.

So where did these candid pictures come from? Well, you see, there was this VIP after-party…

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…where we all chatted and made new friends while we waited to get our photo taken with Al. There was classical music playing and there were battery-operated candelabras on the tables. Stormtroopers and Darth Vader entertained us.

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Al even bought us all pizza!

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Meanwhile, I was teasing poor Amy about having not captured my moment of glory for posterity. (She endured it with grace. I would’ve smacked me into next Tuesday, but Amy is lovely and forgiving, unlike me.) She began asking around while we were in line for our photo op, and since “Weird Al” fans are some of the nicest people I’ll ever meet, we found someone further down the front row who had taken three photos of my fifteen seconds of fame, one Jeff McClelland by name. (That’s one picture every five seconds for all you fellow English majors out there.)

Keep reading. It gets weirder.

I exchanged cell phone numbers with a beautiful friend of Jeff’s, and she said she’d text me the photos today. And… she did. And… I squealed with delight.

And… it turns out Mr. McClelland designed the AWESOME Pittsburgh concert poster for this tour (all VIPs received a 16×24 copy of this poster, individually numbered), and mine will be framed and hanging in my office by the end of this week. It’s a great mix of “Weird Al” Yankovic meets Andy Warhol.

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I need to keep thanking Jeff McClelland (and his friend Brianne [@DellaandLila], who was the catalyst for these photos to get to me and who, as it turns out, is a children’s book author—see? I told you it got weirder), but I don’t think there is enough gratitude in the world for going the extra mile to get these to me.

And, of course, thank you to Mr. Yankovic, for not only entertaining us last night, but for providing me with decades of entertainment that got me through some very dark times. You, sir, are a gem.

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Vote for Secret Agent Manny!

Hey, gang! Do something for me, wouldja? Vote for Secret Agent Manny to win in the Mystery/Thriller category for the 50 Best Indie Books of 2018. Thanks to Readfree.ly for holding this contest!

VOTE HERE!

Thanks so much for taking a few minutes out of your crazy schedules to do a big favor for this pathetic little humorist, novelist, and scapegoat.

You guys are awesome. I love what I do, and I love taking you all along for the ride.

Secret Agent Manny

All hail, King Arthur!

Okay, so, right up front, I have to repent of my “Granny to a Weasel” bit in the previous post. Turns out that, a week ago, I became granny to a li’l string bean, NOT a weasel.

And he’s perfection in the flesh. He’s the most awesome human being in the entire history of human beings. This isn’t bias or opinion. It’s scientific fact.

Yes, watch out, world. I’m now a grandmother. Let the ridiculously obnoxious string of photos commence (and continue for the next several decades).

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Meet Arthur. Or, as I will henceforth be calling him, King Arthur. (He’s already ruling over the entire extended family on all sides. Might as well claim the title, too.)

I’m supposed to be writing right now. I’m also supposed to be proofreading. And let’s not forget that I’m behind on laundry and housework and there’s not enough food in the house. Forgive me. I keep scrolling through photos and sighing like a fool in love.

Because, well, I am.

I’m going to have to keep this post short. I gotta go grab a hanky and cry some more. Because apparently that’s part of my job description now, too.

And I’m okay with that.

The Secret Is OUT!

It’s ready!
It’s available!
It’s for sale!
It’s… well, you get the idea!

What, exactly, is “it”? Well, see, it’s this little story. It kinda goes like this:

Bored empty nester Amanda Charles has too much time on her hands. After an “incident” at the house while Amanda is away, she begins to suspect that her husband, Manny, is not really an engineer, but is instead a spy… and she inadvertently turns their lives upside down in her quest to discover the truth. Does Manny really work at the nuclear power plant… or is he a spy? Does Manny really take endless trips to the hardware store for power tools and plumbing parts… or is he a spy?

Amanda enlists the help of two of her friends to find out what’s behind Manny’s increasingly suspicious behavior. And, she’s going to find out what’s going on if it kills her.

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And now, just in time for National Sea Monkey Day gift giving (What? Doesn’t everyone give gifts for National Sea Monkey Day? You totally should!), you can get your very own copy of Secret Agent Manny! Both the paperback and Kindle editions are available now!

You want the Kindle edition? Click here: Secret Agent Manny Kindle edition.

You want a paperback copy? Click here: Secret Agent Manny paperback edition.

You want 200 copies for your closest friends and family? Click here: No, seriously, click here!

I’m so excited about this book release I could wet my pants! Seriously, I—oh, dear, excuse me!