09.18.2017

Caramels And Hitting The Delete Button

One should not edit a book while battling a cold in an old pink robe, that is a helpful fact for you.

It is tempting to cackle like a sniffling madwoman, highlight the entire book while coughing, and hit DELETE.

I will eat these caramels instead. Surely they have magical cold-healing powers.

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09.11.2017

Sisters And Cakes, History And Mysteries

My new book, No Place I’d Rather Be, is now out.

If you like sisters and cakes, history and mystery, this one is for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/No-Place-Id-Rather-Be-ebook/dp/B01N2Q59G8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1505114566&sr=8-2&keywords=no+place+I%27d+rather+be

 

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09.04.2017

Camping For Six Full, Crazy Long Weeks

(A story about a hilarious-odd-a little bit bloody six week family camping trip is below, but first, THANK YOU Andrea Peskind Katz for hosting me on Great Thoughts Great Readers!)

When I was eight, my parents took my two sisters, my brother, me, and two poorly behaved dogs on a six week camping vacation in a tent.

Honestly now. Who does that?

Six weeks of camping? With four young kids and two dogs? One of our dogs bit people. The other dog bit dogs. They were very bad and not the sort of personalities you want to go on vacation with.

My father had a sabbatical from a stressful job with a mind numbing commute to Los Angeles from Huntington Beach and my parents wanted out of city living.

They wanted clean air, trees, nature. In addition, I had allergies and would often wheeze like a stuck whistle from the smog. They wanted me to breathe right.

We were all dumped in our clunky, long black Ford one morning and headed out, the bad dogs barking. A few neighbors waved and laughed as we left.

We drove all the way up the coast from Huntington Beach to Oregon, camping along the way in this big blue tent that sagged in the middle.

It was fun, for the most part. I remember campfires and s’mores, hiking on beaches and forest trails, seeing the Redwoods in Jedidiah Smith State Park and in Prairie Creek.

I remember seeing deer and elk, raccoons and squirrels, none of which wandered into our backyard in the city. I breathed right, too, always a plus.

There were some problems.

A plastic lantern dropped on my younger sister’s head and we had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night for stitches. She promptly fell in a pond the next day and got her stitches wet. Because of my allergies, we regularly had to drop by hospitals and clinics for my twice a week allergy shots.

My siblings who drank lake water were sick all night once. Yes, in our big blue tent. This wasn’t fun, nor was it fun when the dogs started losing their cookies, too, as if in human-canine sympathy.

Bad Dog Number One, predictably, tried to bite people and Bad Dog Number Two, predictably, strained on his leash to bite all other dogs within ten miles, which did not endear us to others.

My mother endured hypothermia one night and told my father, when she wasn’t blue anymore, that she would, “Never sleep in a tent again.”

My father, a man who flew jets for the Navy and at one point seriously thought about becoming a priest, nodded his head.

When we got home, he threw out the offensive big blue tent, and bought my mother a tent trailer.

It was a six week trip to remember. We were all quite glad to get home.

But my favorite memory, by far, was listening to my mother read us this one miraculous story, only one chapter a night, about four courageous kids, a goblin, magic, adventures, a huge white pearl, and rescuing each other.

I wish I could remember the title, but what I do remember is how that book lit my imagination on fire. I absolutely loved it and couldn’t wait until we were all in our sleeping bags at night to listen to it, the stars sparkling.

I can look at different books in my childhood that turned me into a lifelong reader: The Narnia Chronicles. Beezus and Ramona. (I related to Beezus. Poor Beezus. Ramona got all the attention.) Judy Blume’s books. (Even the naughty ones.)

But that one book, that my mother read, holding a flashlight, in a sagging blue tent, out in the middle of the woods, was special. It was as if a hundred lanterns were glowing around me. I never forgot it.

I think that books, no more how old we are, no matter how much we’ve experienced in life, no matter what we’re going through, from the happy events to the terrible times that have us face down on the ground, are a gift.

I cannot imagine not having books, not having a library growing up, not having stories in my life.

I am wishing, for all of you, books that take you away this summer.

Books that light your imagination on fire.

Books that are so good you want to get a flashlight out and read them in the dark.

Books that you will always remember.

 

Cathy Lamb’s No Place I’d Rather Be

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08.29.2017

Chatting With The Huffington Post

I’m chatting with Brandi about my new book, No Place I’d Rather Be…come and check out the interview.

By Brandi Megan Granett. I am an author, archer, and writing mentor

08/28/2017 06:23 pm ET

In “No Place I’d Rather Be,” Cathy Lamb sweeps us along like a rushing river to Montana with Olivia Martindale as she confronts the past she thought she left behind. Finding solace in her family and their traditions, readers will find themselves wrapped up in rooting for Olivia to finally find her way home.

Brandi: You are an author with an impressively long list of titles. How do you decide which ideas to pluck from the universe and craft into novels?

Cathy Lamb: My ideas for my books do seem to come from all over the universe, as you just mentioned. Some may come from Pluto and others are clearly from black holes, odd aliens, and dangerous galaxies.

For No Place I’d Rather Be, I had an image of a cookbook that was handed down through six generations of women. The cookbook, leather bound and tied with a frayed pink ribbon, held recipes, but it also held pictures of ancestors from 1905 in Odessa in the Russian empire; in Munich, Germany, in the 1940’s; and in England during the Blitz.

The pages were splattered with tea, salt, tears, and blood. Inside was a pressed rose, two thin heart shaped lockets, a white feather, a charm, red ribbons, old photographs and poems. The cookbook told how to make delicious food, and it also told the history – sometimes joyous, sometimes tragic – of the family line.

In college I had a vision of a crying, angry woman throwing her billowing wedding dress into a dead tree on a deserted street. That image eventually turned into Julia’s Chocolates.

I had a vision of a woman exacting revenge on her cheating boyfriend by using an exacto knife to cut open a condom wrapper so she could slip peanut oil into it. That snippet launched The Last Time I Was Me.

I had a vision of towering, colorful chairs that became a key storyline in Such A Pretty Face, and I had a vision of a woman in a yellow dress shooting two men in a court room that started me down the path towards The First Day Of The Rest of My Life.

So I work in images and thoughts and play around a lot in my imagination.

Many of my ideas are ridiculous or tedious. I hit myself in the forehead and said, “Really, Cathy? That is just flat out dumb.”

I try to find compelling ideas that women will relate to, and be interested in, and I write from there, coffee and chocolate nearby for nutritional enrichment.

How do you keep track of your ideas?

If an idea comes to me for another book while I’m writing a book, I write it down in a document called – wait for it – Ideas For Books.

Then I leave it alone until I need new ideas for another book. I just can’t be thinking about a new book while writing a book because my brain is easily confused and befuddled. Must concentrate on one book at a time so as not to put characters/plot lines from one book mysteriously into the other book and jumble the whole thing up.

I love the beautiful setting and the cabin/farm Olivia finds herself running to. What would be your dream home or place to reconnect or recharge in?

My dream house would be on the Oregon coast with a full wall of windows overlooking the ocean. I just love it there. When I’m frazzled and fried, that’s where I head.

Waves. Clam chowder. Sand. Books. Perfect.

Do you cook or just write well about cooking? What recipe from the book is your favorite?

My kids say that I “re-heat.”

I can only cook the basics and sometimes I burn those. Like last year when I made a Thanksgiving turkey and smoke billowed out of the oven in huge clouds. Sigh….

This is why there are no recipes in No Place I’d Rather Be from me.

If I put recipes in there they would all be stolen from some cool chef who would undoubtedly want to smack me with a spatula. Alas, stealing things is not my idea of fun. I wish I was a better cook, but for some reason being in a kitchen, making an elaborate meal, sounds like culinary torture to me.

My favorite “recipes” from the 105 year old cookbook – ahem! – are all the sweet ones: Black forest gateau with cherries, German apple cake, Kuchen bars with vanilla custard, apple chocolate trifle, Leipzig carrot cake, and cinnamon mousse.

Where did the red geraniums come from?

The idea to plant red geraniums at home in No Place I’d Rather Be was passed down from generation to generation, starting with Olivia’s great great grandmother in Odessa, which is told in back story.

Olivia Martindale, in the beginning of the novel, had no idea why the family flower was red geraniums. She simply planted them because her mother and grandma did. Later she learns yet another secret from her grandma and finds out exactly who started the red geranium tradition, when, why, and where.

I love red geraniums and plant them every year, so last spring, when I was writing the book, I looked up from my patio outside and dropped ‘em in the story.

Does your family share any long held traditions?

We do not have any long held family traditions, but I come from a really close family. Perhaps I should say our family tradition is love and laughter.

For my own family, my husband and I give our kids an ornament and a book every Christmas. We also have Pajama, Pizza and Movie Night every year when we give the kids new pajamas. We make Christmas graham cracker houses and we have a special breakfast, the same one, on Christmas Day.

My husband and I also dress up like ghouls every Halloween and frighten children when they come Trick or Treating. Can I classify that as a tradition?

What can reader’s expect next from Cathy Lamb?

I am working on another book, The Man She Married, which is out in September, 2018.

To sum it up: Natalie Shelton is in a coma. That’s not her only problem.

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08.29.2017

My New Book, No Place I’d Rather Be

Hello everyone,

My new book, No Place I’d Rather Be, is out today.

It’s filled with cakes and sisters, history and mystery.

I so hope you like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2Q59G8/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1

Powell’s http://www.powells.com/book/no-place-id-rather-be-9781496709813

Barnes and Nobles https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/no-place-id-rather-be-cathy-lamb/1125283163?ean=9781496709813&st=PLA&sid=BNB_DRS_Core+Shopping+Books_00000000&2sid=Google_&sourceId=PLGoP78860

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08.28.2017

Sending Thoughts And Prayers

Sending thoughts, prayers and love to everyone who has been hit by Hurricane Harvey.

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08.28.2017

Where Do Writers Write?

Where do writers write their books?

Take a look at my column in Ms. Career Girl and see where Diane Haeger, Diane Chamberlain, Kathryn Craft, Amy Nathan, Amy Impellizzeri, Barbara Claypole White, Marin Thomas, Katie Rose, Catherine Ryan Hyde, Julie Perkins Cantrell, Ann Wertz Garvin, Kristy Woodson Harvey, Laura Drake, Brandi Megan Granett, Ella Olsen, and Kelly Simmons create, imagine, dream, edit, revise and drink too much coffee.

Where Do Writers Write? Take A Look…

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08.26.2017

A Naughty Kitty Who Makes Me Laugh

This is Darling Laughing Son’s cat.

He and his gang of fun friends got a kitty down at college, then Leroy came to live with me for the summer.

Darling Laughing Son said, “See ya momma,” and tra la la, off he skipped to his next adventure with a hug and a kiss.

Leroy The Kitty likes to party at night and chase girl kitties so it has been a summer of trying to teach him some gentlemanly manners.

At the risk of being seen as a Crazy Cathy Cat Lady, I just had to post this photo. This captures his naughty, dramatic, hilarious personality so clearly.

I laughed. I hope you laugh. I think we all really need a laugh.

 

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08.22.2017

Losing Your Ever-Lovin’ Mind

When you are standing on the green pounding your golf club into the ground and saying bad words you know you have truly lost your ever-lovin’ mind.

…and the Golf Torture Experiment with Innocent Husband continues.

 

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08.22.2017

No Place I’d Rather Be

Set in Montana…and Odessa, Munich, and London.
The pages of the cookbook tell the secrets of her family.

 

 

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