08.31.2015

If You Could See What I See $2.99 Kindle

“If You Could See What I See” is currently ON SALE  on Amazon kindle for $2.99.

A few clues as to what this book – ola is about…Three sisters, one grandma in high heels, one mother who is a famous sex therapist. One lingerie business started in a strawberry field after a flight out of Ireland and a life she wants to forget. A tree house. Black rat nightmares. Love.

Here’s an excerpt…

My family sells lingerie.

Negligees, bras, panties, thongs, bustiers, pajamas, nightgowns, and robes.
My grandma, who is in her eighties, started Lace, Satin, and Baubles when she was sixteen.

She said she arrived from Ireland after sliding off the curve of a rainbow with a dancing leprechaun and flew to America on the back of an owl.

I thought that was a magical story when I was younger. When I was older I found out that she had crisscross scars from repeated whippings on her back, so the rainbow, dancing leprechaun, and flying owl part definitely dimmed.

Grandma refuses to talk about the whippings, her childhood, or her family in Ireland. “It’s over. No use whining over it. Who likes a whiner? Not me. Everyone has the crap knocked out of them in life, why blab about it? Blah blah blah. Get me a cigar, will you? No, not that one. Get one from Cuba. Red box.”

What I do know is that by the time Regan O’Rourke was sixteen she was out on her own. It was summer and she picked strawberries for money here in Oregon and unofficially started her company.

The woman who owned the farm had an obsession with collecting fabrics but never sewed. In exchange for two nightgowns, she gave Grandma stacks of fabric, lace, satin, and huge jam bottles full of buttons.

Grandma worked at night in her room in a weathered boarding house until the early hours and sold her nightgowns door to door so she would have money for rent and food.

Lace, Satin, and Baubles was born. Our symbol is the strawberry.

My grandma still works at the company. So do my sisters, Lacey and Tory.

I am back at home in Portland after years away working as a documentary filmmaker and more than a year of wandering. You could ask me where I wandered. I would tell you, “I took a skip and a dance into hell.” It would be appropriate to say I spent the time metaphorically screaming

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08.27.2015

Author to Author Interview: Kimberly Belle

Greetings everyone,

Today I’m chatting with author Kimberly Belle, a woman who grew up in the foothills of Appalachia, then ended up living in The Netherlands for ten years. Yes, a surprising (and fun) life journey so far.

Kimberly, married with children, loves to travel and fling that passport of hers around and, in my opinion, has written a gripping novel about trust, guilt, the military, romance and life’s complications. But be ready for a quick reading ride, so to speak. The Ones We Trust moves right along, like a literary roller coaster.

Here we go…

Cathy Lamb: Kimberly, I love the beginning paragraph of your book,  “There’s a thin, fragile line that separates us all from misfortune.  A place where life teeters on a razor’s edge, and everything boils down to one single, solitary second. Where either you will whiz past the Mack truck blissfully unaware, or you will slam it head on.  Where there’s a before, and then, without warning or apology, there’s an after.” 

Has this happened to you and was this the impetus of the book? You teetered on a razor’s edge…

Kimberly Belle: Thankfully, no, at least not at the level at which it happens to Abigail and Gabe. They’re each struggling with recovering from their own tragedies, which is part of what binds them in this story. They understand where the other is coming from, how that one moment can change everything, and they’re both trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces and move on.

I was trying to pigeon hole The Ones We Trust and I just can’t. It’s women’s fiction. It’s a touch of historical fiction. It’s a romance. It’s a family saga. It’s politics and war.  How do you classify it?

Officially, it’s suspenseful women’s fiction, but you’re right. It’s a little bit of everything you mentioned. I love what one reader described my novels as, “…a thriller, crime novel, contemporary romance, and family drama all rolled into one explosive story.” I think that about covers it, don’t you?

Yes, I think she’s got it.

Now tell us what this non – pigeon holed book is all about.

The Ones We Trust is about Abigail Wolff, a former DC journalist who, in an attempt to rehabilitate her career, finds herself at the heart of a US army cover-up involving the death of a soldier in Afghanistan. The more evidence she stumbles upon in the case, the fewer people she finds she can trust, including her own father, a retired army general.

And she certainly never expected to fall for the slain soldier’s brother, Gabe, a bitter man struggling to hold his family together. The investigation eventually leaves her with an impossible choice, one of unrelenting sacrifice to protect the people she loves.

Abigail, the main character, is haunted by guilt. At the beginning of the book she believes she contributed to the death of another person because of her role as a journalist.  I think some readers might say that the guilt she feels is warranted, others would say that she was doing her job as a journalist. 

As a writer, did you deliberately set out to create the controversy about this character? I could see how a book club would love this novel because of the issues and different perspectives that this central element would bring to the discussion.

Yes, I love hitting on those issues that I can see from both sides, because I know readers will, too.

The thing is, Abigail was doing her job by writing the story about Chelsea, and even afterward, she still believes that the public always has the right to know. But guilt is an emotion, and emotions aren’t always logical. No matter how many times she tells herself Chelsea’s death wasn’t her fault, Abigail can’t quite let go of her guilt.

There were, as the title suggests, so many issues of trust.  Do you trust your father, a career army man when he wants you to bury a story? What about the beloved uncle? Do you trust what the military is telling you, the government? Do you trust the man you’re falling in love with? Do you trust him if he doesn’t believe in you? Do you trust yourself?

Did you start out with this theme of trust or did it morph along the way as you wrote the book? 

Trust was the theme from the very start, though it began with trust issues between Gabe and Abigail and her father. Gabe has trouble trusting Abigail, while at the same time Abigail’s trust in her father is shattered. The two are sort of opposite, but they mirror each other. Trust is such a hard thing to give sometimes, and we don’t give it unconditionally. I think every reader can relate to having doubts when it comes to deciding who to trust.

I certainly can, Kimberly. Sometimes it’s hard to know if you can trust, and who.

Were you trying to make any political statements when you wrote The Ones We Trust?

No. As a matter of fact, I was trying very, very hard to stay away from them. Politics is such a charged subject, and it has the tendency to take over any conversation, including fictional ones, and I didn’t want the Armstrong’s story to be swallowed alive by a debate about military affairs or foreign policy. So, though there are a few references to politicians—it’s set in Washington, DC, after all—I don’t attach political opinions or leanings to any of them on purpose.

I love this paragraph, too.  “Secrets are a sneaky little seed. You can hide them, you can bury them, you can disguise them and cover them up. But then, just when you think your secret has rotted away and decayed into nothing, it stirs back to life. It sprouts roots and stems, crawls its way through the mud and muck, growing and climbing, and bursting through the surface, blooming for everyone to see. That’s the lesson here.  The truth always comes out eventually.”

I know your character, Abigail, believes this. Do you?

Yes, absolutely! I think this is why I’m so bad at lying. I’m positive people are going to find me out, and they usually do. I’d rather just live as truthfully as possible to avoid all the dread and drama.

Me, too. Being honest always, no matter how hard, is the best and easiest way to live. 

Tell us about yourself and your life, including the years you lived in The Netherlands.

Oh, yay! How much time do you have? Because I can talk for days about The Netherlands, and how much I love that country. If you’ve ever been, you know why. The windmills and flowers and beaches and bikes and wooden shoes. And did I mention the flowers? Tulips, as far as the eye can see.

But that’s not to say moving there was easy. I essentially plopped myself down in a foreign country, one with a strange language and culture, where I knew exactly one person. It took me a long time to feel comfortable there, but that country eventually wormed its way into my soul, and even though I don’t have the passport to prove it, I’m in my heart half Dutch.

Please give us the details of your writing process, beginning to end. From that spark of a story idea to the final draft.

Oh, you mean the tears and hair-pulling and staring at my blank screen or into space? Probably not…

Seriously, though, I’m a planner but not a plotter. When a story spark comes, it usually comes with a pretty good idea of my major plot points and main characters. The rest I fill in along the way. I’m not a fast writer but the words I produce each day are generally keepers, and my first draft is pretty clean. It typically doesn’t need tons of work to get it to the final version.

As someone who has two novels out, what are three things you know now about writing, or the publishing industry, that you wished you knew when you first started out?

I wish someone had told me…

1. Unless you’re Stephen King or Jodi Picoult, you can pretty much assume nobody has ever heard of you, so you’re going to have to make an awful lot of noise in order to sell a few books.

2. But even with all that noise you’re making, the best way to sell books is word of mouth – something you, as a writer, have very little control over. When someone praises your book out loud and in public, bend over backwards to thank them, because they’ve probably sold more books in their one Tweet than you did in ten.

3. Do not compare yourself to other writers. Do not hold yourself up to someone else’s success because it will mess with your mind and your writing mojo. Instead, put your energy into writing a book that’s better than your last.

I love all of that advice. What social media platforms do you find most effective to market your books?

Facebook seems to be where most of my readers hang out, but Twitter and Instagram are good spots to talk books, too. The thing I’ve discovered about readers on social media is that they’re hard-core. These folks love books, not just reading them but also talking about them, and when they find one they like, they will shout about it to the world.

Favorite place to visit?

Amsterdam, of course, and my husband and I go away every winter to a French island in the Caribbean with just the two of us, so those two spots are at the very top of my list. But I love to travel, and I’ll go pretty much anywhere, preferably the places that require a plane ticket and a passport.

Plans and goals for ten years down the road?

I’ll definitely still be writing, and will hopefully have made a bestseller list or two by then. I’d also love to be bi-continental, living half the year in the States and the other half in Amsterdam, with lots of other destinations in between. Hopefully, my kids will be settled and starting families by then, though I can’t make myself say the ‘G’ word just yet. By then, though, I’ll probably be begging them to push out a few babies.

Thanks so much for having me, Cathy! I’m honored to be included on your blog.

 

Bio & links for Kimberly —

Kimberly Belle grew up in Eastern Tennessee, in a small town nestled in the foothills of the Appalachians. A graduate of Agnes Scott College in Decatur, Georgia, Kimberly lived for over a decade in the Netherlands and has worked in marketing and fundraising for various nonprofits. She’s the author of two novels, THE LAST BREATH and THE ONES WE TRUST (August 2015). She divides her time between Atlanta and Amsterdam.

Keep up with Kimberly on Facebook (www.facebook.com/KimberlyBelleBooks), Twitter (@KimberlySBelle), Instagram (@KimberlySBelle) or via her website at www.kimberlybellebooks.com.

 

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08.24.2015

Book Mama Blog, Men In Kilts, And Daydreaming

One of my favorite book blogs, Book Mama Blog, recently asked me to list twelve things about myself.

I believe I was in pajamas at the time, hair on top of my head, and in a thoroughly interesting discussion with my cat. I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say that would be  even mildly interesting, so I had to slug down more coffee and then eat a chocolate in the shape of a mouse.

After just one more teeny, tiny chocolate, this is the list I came up with…

 

12 Things About Cathy Lamb

 

1)      I have a high school reunion coming up. I have to lose twenty five pounds in 37 days.  I think I’ll bake some brownies and think about how I’m going to complete the impossible.

2)      I’ve been married for 22 years.  I met my husband on a blind date. The man who set us up was an undercover vice cop. I’d known the cop since I was about eleven years old. He busted people bringing drugs up the I –  5 freeway and was one tough dude.  My husband tells people he was being arrested when he met the undercover vice cop and the cop suggested a date with me. Don’t believe him. My husband has an odd sense of humor.

3)      I drink a decaf mocha every day. It’s my “Life Treat.” I acknowledge that the mochas aren’t helping me for the reunion.

4)      I have a strong loner streak. I can’t be with people all the time. I have to be ALONE so I can think. My ability to be friendly and social lasts about three hours. After that, I’m toast.

5)      We have a cat named KC. She meows at me. I meow back. If I don’t  meow back, she keeps meowing.  I’m sure I look ridiculous meowing at my cat, but I do it anyhow so as not to hurt her feelings.

6)      I was in Scotland in October going “research” for my new novel, “My Very Best Friend.” The “research” included eating my way through the village I was in, and Edinburgh. It was delicious research. I am good at eating.

7)      When I was in Scotland I saw men in kilts. Handsome men. I wanted to flip the kilts up, but I refrained.  I showed admirable restraint in that regard.  I still don’t know if they go commando or not. I ponder this now and then.

8)      I have insomnia. I have to read at night until my kindle hits me in the face. No reading, no sleeping.

9)      I have a wild imagination.  I love to spend hours daydreaming.

10)   I love Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.  I also love Back in Black by AC/DC. I don’t hear the similarities between them at all, but there it is.

11)   I would like to spend part of every year in Montana wearing cowgirl boots.

12)   I am a terrible skier. My husband says that I am the only person who can stand still on skis and still make turns.  This is his way of saying that I am scared of speed. He’s right.

 

Read The whole post here: http://bookmama2.blogspot.com/2015/08/my-very-best-friend-12-things-about.html

And here’s the cover of my latest book!

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08.20.2015

A High School Reunion And A Miserable Mocha Diet

Dagnabbit! Help me. High School reunion in three days and still must lose the 25 pounds that jumped on my body without my permission.

Luckily I happened to come upon this tasty mocha and was able to sit down with it and brainstorm some answers to this pesky dietary and buttocks problem.

If you have answers for me, please share them.

 

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08.19.2015

Author To Author Interview: Marci Nault

Hello everyone! Today I’m talking with author Marci Nault about jumping off cliffs without a parachute, healing, being an outsider, and a woman standing in front of three flames.  Yes, our conversation roamed around and about!

I read her book, The Lake House, and loved it, so wanted to share it with you all, and a bit about Marci, her life, and her Dreams Co. organization.

Hint: Dreams. Making them come true.

Cathy Lamb: Welcome, Marci. I’m always so curious about writers and their lives and how they became writers.  Could you please give us the short version of your journey through life thus far…

Marci Nault: My life has always been a series of jumping off cliffs, knowing I don’t have a parachute and hoping I can make one on the way down. Sometimes it works great and my dreams are fulfilled bigger than my imagination could’ve seen. At other times I’ve hit bottom with a loud kerplunk forcing me to dust off and find my strength again. I’ve often wondered if I’d be better off settling into some semblance of steadiness, but every time I’ve tried, life has had a way of blowing things up, forcing me to once again stand at that ledge, gather my courage, and jump.

Marci, I am so familiar with that ledge. Perhaps you and I have been on it at the same time? I’ve jumped also.  But why writing? What made you decide you wanted to write?

By the time I was nine, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I loved creating stories, and I spent most of my youth with my nose in a book or living out imaginary lives in my head. A few high school teachers made me feel horrible about my writing, even though I was a straight A honors student, they made me believe that I didn’t have the talent.

Over the years, stories had a way of haunting my sleep–the characters in my head refusing to be silenced. I finally gave in. There’s nothing more satisfying than sitting at my computer watching my words create a world bit by bit. It’s frustrating, terrifying, courage-provoking, and the greatest ride.

I see the world in scenes that can be written–from knock down emotional battles to being on the back of a motorcycle, the wind in my hair, a very hot guy driving the bike–I’m thinking, “Capture this, bring it into your heart so you can write it later.” I’ll never forget the time I was sobbing, tears soaking my sweatshirt sleeves, but a part of my head was trying to dive deeper into the emotions so I could write it later.

Marci, I have cried over all my books, writing and editing certain scenes.  By the time I’m on my eighth edit, I am a true and inglorious mess. But I always think, if I don’t cry over these scenes, neither will the reader. I don’t feel it, they won’t feel it. So grab the tissues, right?

But I ramble. Tell us about your book, “The Lake House.”

THE LAKE HOUSE came to me in a dream where I found the perfect home on a lake and bought it without any research. Then when I moved in I realized all my neighbors were over the age of seventy and had lived in the community their whole lives. In the dream they were stopping by with casseroles and trying to set me up with their grandsons. When I woke I knew I had to write the story.

Victoria’s character quickly became a strong presence in my life. The first time I saw her in my mind, she was standing on her porch with three candles lit. The only thing I knew was that the flames represented the three women she’d lost in her life. For years, as I wrote the book, she’d wake me at four in the morning demanding I tell her story. I know this sounds a bit crazy, but it was the way it unfolded.

The story is about relationships, how we create them, how we break them, and how we put them back together. It’s about finding’ home’ in the most unlikely place for twenty-eight-year-old Heather Bregman when she buys her dream home and finds out her elderly neighbors are mostly unhappy to have her in residence while Victoria and Molly are determined to befriend her.

The story spans generations and shows us that healing, even the toughest of losses, is possible when you finally allow yourself to come home.

Which character in The Lake House do you most relate to and why?

It’s strange, you would think I’d relate more to the young character, Heather, but I most relate to the older character, Victoria. I come from a small New England town where most of my high school friends married their high school sweethearts and had families right away. A part of me wanted the comfort of that life and being part of the community, but like Victoria I needed to roam and see the world.

While I lived on the other side of the country, sometimes when I returned home I felt more like a novelty in my circle of friends because of the way I lived my life–becoming almost an outsider because I was gone so long.

I think that most authors feel like outsiders, at least sometimes, some authors feel that way all the time.  I think we observe, study, analyze, often from that outside circle. At 48, I’m pretty comfortable there. In fact, I like it! I bet you’re comfortable feeling like an outsider now and then, too. 

Was any part of the plot, in particular the challenging elements of life, taken from your own life?

I think all books have moments of truth from an author’s experience, though we hate to admit it, feeling that our characters are outside of us. When I viewed the book after publication, I started to see how each character had been influenced by either something I’d experienced or seen, a commonality to someone I loved or even disliked.

As for plot, Molly’s condition came from something I experienced with my grandmother when I was a teenager.

The two devilish old men who play pranks on Heather to make her want to leave are definitely based on my late grandfather and his brother.

Grief was a strong element in the book. I teared up many times. And yet your book was so realistic to life, which I liked and appreciated, as we are all hit with grief in life many times.  Was it hard to balance the grief with all of the other plot lines of the book without the grief taking over?

I definitely cried many times with Victoria, her heartache so real it was if I experienced it with her. As for balancing the grief, I come from a large extended family that in the worst times always seems to find humor to keep us going.

There are moments when it’s incredibly inappropriate, like at my grandfather’s funeral where my cousins and I were crying so hard that we ran out of tissues. One cousin had Dippin Donuts napkins in her pockets and suddenly we’re all blowing our noses on napkins with donuts printed on them. We started laughing so hard we couldn’t contain ourselves, which only worsened as we tried to stop. The sadness didn’t dissipate but the laughter was healing.

I wanted THE LAKE HOUSE to have the humor that comes even when life is at its hardest. I wanted my characters to find love even when it felt impossible to re-open their hearts. These are the stories that are real in our lives. To set it in a place that has such deep nostalgia for times gone past was a secondary way for them to heal.

How do you start writing your books?  Do you have a single image, a picture, a thought, a theme that is the spark for a story?

With THE LAKE HOUSE, it was the idea of writing about a young woman moving into a community of elderly people. The story really became about two women needing to heal and the unlikely friendship that saves them. I never expected it to go the way it did, but I love where it took me.

My next book started with a vision of a woman standing at the ocean crying. I knew she lost everything, but I didn’t know what she lost. The only other part I knew was that the story would be about how memories affect our lives.

Oh, you have already snagged me for that  book! Can’t wait to read it! 

Besides writing, you also created Dreams Co.   101 Dreams Come True. Tell us about that venture.

When I went on book tour for THE LAKE HOUSE many women wanted to talk about my list of 101 Dreams that I’d made public on my website www.101dreamscometrue.com.

I heard a recurring theme among many book clubs that it was better to be a giver, someone like Molly, than to be a Victoria who pursued her dreams. I was surprised by this conversation and how many women didn’t want to share their dreams unless it was in private, behind their hand, as if saying it aloud were somehow wrong. I wanted women to think more about their own dreams and celebrate them, but so many didn’t even know where to begin to know what those dreams were.

I had an idea to create events where women could come for a day and try out different things on their life-lists from ballroom dancing to writing the first page of a book. So far it’s been a very hard endeavor to get underway and a long journey learning about business and being a boss. I’m much happier tucked into my house writing stories. But I believe in this dream and when I was given the opportunity to have a radio broadcast on URBusinessnetwork.com to talk about women pursuing their dreams and doing for themselves, I took the opportunity.

Now each Saturday you can listen to Dreams Cafe as I interview guests talking about going after their dreams ranging from NY Times Bestselling authors, to Burlesque dancers, and everything in between.

I love doing the show and hopefully in the coming years we can get the events going nationwide. I just need to find the right business partners instead of the ones with huge resumes that like to sit on their high thrones.

Thank you for interviewing me on Dreams Cafe. I so enjoyed our chat.http://101dreamscometrue.com/marci-nault-dreams-cafe-radio-show-launches/

What are you working on now?

I’m deep into book two, which I can’t discuss at the moment since my agent is in negotiations with editors. What I will say is that it’s about a family reaching towards one another in a crisis, but that the secrets that have been hidden for many years along with the mother’s disease, stop them from being able to find their way through their heartache. It’s set in New England in Boston and on Cape Cod. I’ve been doing lots of research this summer at the beach as I eat lobster.

Three places you want to visit in your lifetime and why?

My next stop off on my tour of the world is Istanbul and Uganda and possibly Dubai with some girlfriends. I want to see the architecture of Istanbul and learn the history. In Uganda I’m hoping to teach creative writing through a volunteer program, raft the Nile, and see the mountain Gorillas. I think next on the list after that is Petra and Egypt. I haven’t been to the Middle East yet and the culture and history fascinates me. So often we only hear the bad, but I know that it’s steeped in the good as well.

Three favorite classics? My all-time favorite stories are Bel Canto, The Great Gatsby, and The Glass Menagerie. And yes, I know the last one is a play, but I read it in high school and it stayed with me.

Three people, dead or alive, that you want to have dinner with? Ann Patchett – I met her once and I was completely starstruck–I’d like to be less of a babbling fool at the dinner. The Dali Lama–my friend was able to interview him and she said it was like being in a champagne glass because the energy around him is was effervescent. Einstein. Can I have a guilty pleasure fourth? Tom Brady – I’m a huge Patriot fan.

Thank you so much for your time, Marci. Links below if you would like to chat with Marci further.

Twitter: @101dreamslist

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marci.nault?fref=ts

Dreams Cafe: http://urbusinessnetwork.com/category/marci-nault-dreams-cafe/ www.101dreamscometrue.com

www.elegantbridaldesigns.com ( my bridal business)

Youtube video for THE LAKE HOUSE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqCIipbWI8I

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08.17.2015

My Very Best Friend, Cats In Strollers, Lingerie Bike Riding At Midnight

A wee bit about what my book, My Very Best Friend, is about…

(I like pictures!)

 

 

 

 

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08.11.2015

Losing Weight With A Chocolate Fish

Shoot.

Must lose 25 pounds for high school reunion in 11 days.

I am going to ask this chocolate fish for wisdom. If he cannot tell me how the heck I can do this, I am going to eat him.

Clearly I am off to a good dietary start.

 

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08.06.2015

Talking To Myself While Shopping

 

Last year, before a speaking engagement at Powell’s Books, I went shopping.

I hate shopping. The crowds, the lights, the noise, and all these pant sizes that I am SURE have shrunk in the last year.

I am not into fashion, and I can’t find anything unless my daughters pick it out and tell me what to wear.

Unfortunately, I needed to get something to wear to my presentation at Powell’s that night and Rebel Dancing Daughter and Adventurous Singing Daughter were unavailable to come with me.

Way to wait until the last minute, right?

I dragged a bunch of dresses into the dressing room at Macy’s. It was like entering fashion hell for me, complete with a hot flash and bad lighting that emphasized my cellulite and a grumpy face.

I groaned and whined and moaned.

I didn’t realize I was talking OUT LOUD to myself in the dressing room until I heard someone thunk the wall between us. I’m sure she thought I was an utter loon.

I should have been embarrassed at talking to myself at such a loud volume, but I am too old for embarrassment anymore.

These are the things I said, again out loud,  beforeThe Thunk.

1) That dress looks good on your boobs but not on your butt, Cathy.

2) You need Spanx.

3) Where do we buy Spanx?

4) Would Spanx give me a hot flash? I don’t want to have a hot flash at Powell’s.

5) Your butt is too big.

6) How did your butt get that big?

7) Please stop eating chocolate.

8) You look like you’re sort of pregnant.

9) Why are you even trying on this dress? What are you, Pollyanna?

10) That is way too expensive. We’re not buying that!

11) Take that off. Justtake it off.

I know. Pathetic.

I didn’t find anything to wear for Powell’s.

(If you were next to me in the dressing room at Macy’s and you heard me talking to myself, don’t be alarmed! I talk to myself, and my characters, all day long. I am safe to be around, now don’t you worry.)

I called my friend, Karen Calcagno, who I was supposed to meet for dinner before the reading. I canceled because I was going to have to raid my closet for something decent to wear. Karen and I have been friends for twenty years. We have seen life together. Lots of it beautiful, some of it harsh and sad, and it has sometimes knocked us both on our butts.

But we still laugh a lot and it has been a staple of our friendship. Karen is also very wise. She told me, after I had blubbered on and on, “Cathy, go home. Put on your favorite pair of jeans. Put on a t – shirt. Get that beautiful lace shirt you have and wear that. Be comfortable.”

And that’s what I did.

I was trying to find something fancy to wear to Powell’s, but I don’t do fancy. I do jeans. So I wore my favorite jeans and the lace shirt to Powell’s, exactly as Calm Zen Karen told me to do.

I spoke about my book “What I Remember Most.” Lots of people came. They were all friendly and fun. My journalism teacher from high school was there, as usual. One of my favorite book clubs. My husband.  Funny girlfriends.

I don’t think they cared what I wore, but I felt better in my old jeans than a dress, that is for sure. And I would have felt like I was suffocating and hot flashing in Spanx.

Once again I learned my lesson: Be you. You’re best being you.

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08.05.2015

Romancing and Rollicking After 22 Years of Marriage…

Hello everyone!  Below is my essay on marriage and interview with Bobbi Dumas for Read A Romance Month. I hope you like it! Check out her website on the link below…

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So. I am supposed to write an essay on the joy of romance? Well, this one is coming to you from a woman, sometimes cranky, sometimes not, who has been married for twenty two years.

Let me first introduce my long suffering husband. I always refer to my husband in my writings, in my blog or essays, as Innocent Husband. Why? Because he is not to be held responsible for anything I say or do, poor man, and that holds true for today. 

Heaven already knows that when that man reads my books his eyes bug out of his head like a toucan’s and he gets this shocked expression on his face as in, “What? You wrote THAT? You think THAT? WHO ARE YOU?”

Innocent Husband had no idea who he was marrying twenty two years ago, or that I had such a bizarre imagination, I’m sure of it. I do think he has gotten to know his wife better by reading my books, and that has has been an unnerving and mind rattling experience.

Again, poor man.

But back to romance. The truth is that even though I love adding romance to my
women’s fiction books, and I like romance in my personal life, I can’t say I get all goofy – gaspy over it. In fact, sometimes – and this might make you not like me – I have to tell Innocent Husband to quit being so sappy. He rolls those toucan eyes every time.

Dinners out with white linen napkins are lovely. Flowers are lovely. But what gets me going is what’s behind the romance.  The deep stuff.  The stuff that has held us together for over two decades, and it has not all been pretty.

With no further yakking, this is what I have found romantic in my own life with Innocent Husband:

 1)      Raising kids together.  Our kids are 18, 18, and 21. Yes, we had twins, and yes we had three kids under the age of three at one point. Two words: Controlled chaos. It was like living with our hair on fire and not having time to stick our heads under the sink. 

There’s nothing romantic about nursing two kids at one time at three in the morning in bed for months on end. But knowing that I could whack Innocent Husband in the shins and he would haul himself up, gather up two babies, and put them back in their cribs because I was too wiped out to move – now that’s romantic.

Romantic is raising teenagers together – now that’s turned my hair white under the dye – and knowing that when tough stuff comes up we will talk out how to handle it, maybe argue, in private, but we will, in the end, present a united front to any Rebellious Teenagers living in our home to get them back on track because we both love and adore them. Romantic is doing what’s best for the family even when you both want to run away to the backwoods of Montana and live in a shack.

2)      Taking care of all four of our parents as they were sick, and dying, together.Candlelight casts cool shadows, but knowing your spouse is behind you, supportive of you, when you are gone, yet again, to take care of a parent, to take them to chemo or radiation, and you come home and they give you a hug, even though you look like you’ve been through a tornado, and your mental state is shredded, now that’s romantic.

 3)      Going through the ups and downs in life as a couple. Someone recently told me, in looking at my website, that it seemed I had a perfect life. I about died laughing. Anyone who I am really close to knows the truth.  In 22 years Innocent Husband and I have had twirly highs and murky lows. But we’re still here, still laughing, and I haven’t yet thrown anything at his head.  This is fortunate because head injuries bleed a lot and I wouldn’t have wanted the carpet stained.

 4)      Fishing on our drift boat. Well, okay. He fishes and rows. I read and eat chocolate.

 5)     Driving to the coast for clams because we feel like it. Clams. Butter. Garlic. Bread to help wash it down. Can’t move when we’re done, but YUM. 

6)     Chatting about little things that are pleasant, as “pleasant chat” can be so relaxing. Because, after allnot everything in life has to be serious, all the time.

7)     Laughing in the middle of the night. Our kids have told us that our laughter has woken them up at night.  But that’s what I want for them: A spouse they can laugh so hard with that the kids wake up.

8)      Innocent Husband is huggable.

Romance is fun. Exciting. Woo woo. But, after twenty two years, I know to my bones that true romance, the joy of romance, is found day to day, the good days and the lousy ones, the times of success and the pits of failure, the excitement and the grief.  When two people stick their heads up after dealing with whatever life has shoved or thrown or exploded or miraculously gifted to them and they instinctively reach for each other’s hand, that’s freakin’ romantic.

Some would say…smokin’ hot sexy, too.


Questions for the Author:

Bobbi Dumas: Tell us about a moment in your life when you experienced sheer joy. 

Cathy Lamb: When did I feel sheer joy? Well, as I am writing this in the DMV, experiencing the hell of
lines that never end, sheer joy will be experienced when we are released from this blocky prison. Where is Dante and his nine circles when you need to yell at him?

Other moments of sheer joy: Hiking in Glacier. A bonfire on Cannon Beach at night, alone to think as the waves rolled in.  Pizza/Pajama/Movie night with my kids and Innocent Husband. Reading on my back porch. Seeing two huge pink pigs in Edinburgh, Scotland, and a cow sticking out of a building.

 I also feel a deep sense of simple happiness when I see hummingbirds, chocolate, coffee, flowers, rivers, snowy mountains, and sunsets that look like massive sky paintings.

Tell us about a place that brings you joy, or is attached to a memory of joy.

Orcas Island in the San Juan Islands always brought me joy.

The island was our family vacation spot for so many years. My parents are long gone, cancer being the horrible culprit, but one day I hope to get the courage to return, and stop being afraid that going back to Orcas will make me cry, as I remember our fun family vacations there, camping in a tent, lighting fires at night, hiking around a lake.

I had some of the greatest moments of peace and happiness on that island with my gang.

Tell us about a sound that brings you joy.

Currently the “sound” that brings me joy is Beethoven’s fifth symphony. Every time I listen to it I think that it’s not fair that someone is that brilliant.

How Great Thou Art, by Carrie Underwood brings me to tears each time.

I am also a sucker for Back in Black by AC/DC as so many “younger and wilder” memories are attached to that. So glad they didn’t have facebook and phones that took photos when I was younger. I mean, how many of us cringe at the thought of our youth and people taking photos of all the stupid things we did? Yep. I’m talkin’ to YOU.

What recent book have you read that brought you joy. (Or a book you read in your life that brought you so much joy you’ve never forgotten it.) Why?

Books that brought me joy? Let’s start from the beginning: The Narnia Chronicles.  It was in those books that my imagination took off.  I also related, big time, to Beezus of Beezus and Ramona fame.

Other books that I’ve loved? The Good Girl by Mary Kubica. The Winter Guest by Pam Jenoff. The Color Purple. The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. The Poisonwood Bible. Song Yet Sung. The Cellist of Sarajevo. Slaughterhouse Five. City of Thieves.

And for fun, the joy of choice ~

Pick your Chris! Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pine, Chris Pratt, Chris Rock, Chris Evans or Christopher Plummer (circ. 1964 aka Capt. Von Trapp?) – trying for a little diversity! ;o)

I have to pick a “Chris?” Hmm. That’s hard. I will pick Keanu “Chris” Reeves. He’s my man.

Cathy recommends:

Kristy Woodson, Dear Carolina, up and coming author. 

Beth Hoffman, NY Times bestseller, Saving CeeCee Honeycutt and Looking for Me.

Amy Sue Nathan, The Glass Wives. Amy also writes the popular Women’s Fiction Writers Blog. 

All of today’s authors, Amy, Cathy and Anita, are part of a group of great authors known asThe Tall Poppies! A few of them did Read-A-Romance Month content, too.

Amy Impellizzeri – AmyImpellizzeri.com – Amy’s RARM post (thanks, Amy!)

Marin Thomas – MarinThomas.com – Marin’s RARM post (thanks, Marin!)

Sonja Yoerg – SonjaYoerg.com – Sonya’s RARM post (thanks, Sonja!)

I hope you’ll visit ReadARomanceMonth.com every day in August to see what 93+ of your favorite authors have to say about the Joy of Romance. (Check out the calendar.)

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08.03.2015

USA TODAY Article And Excerpt Of My Very Best Friend

Cathy Lamb shares a scene from her new romance, My Very Best Friend.

Cathy sets the scene for us …

Cathy: My new novel, My Very Best Friend, is about two best friends. One, Charlotte Mackintosh, is a bestselling time travel romance writer living like a hermit on an island off the coast of Washington. She has no romance in her life. She gets the irony of that. The other best friend, Bridget Ramsay, is missing. A few more cryptic hints about the story? It’s set in Scotland. There’s a special garden with a flowing purple clematis. A run-down stone cottage. A man in a kilt with an unforgettable smile and a priest who mysteriously disappeared decades ago. There are crazy activities with a new group of daring friends, including lingerie bike-riding at night and Highland dancing on top of bars, excellent Scottish desserts and a tumble into love. But where is Bridget?

 

EXCERPT…

My name is Charlotte Mackintosh. I am thirty-five. I love science. I have degrees in physics and biology. One would think I would work in a lab or teach at a university. I don’t. I write time travel romance novels. My ninth book was released four months ago.

My pen name is Georgia Chandler. My mother was from Georgia, a southern belle, and Chandler was her maiden name.

For me to be a romance writer is a perplexing joke. What romance? I don’t have any in my life, haven’t for years, since The Unfortunate Marriage. I have named my vibrator Dan The Vibrator. That should tell you about the sexual action I get. Which is, so we’re all clear, none.

My late father, Quinn, was Scottish, hence my last name, and his mother had the Scottish Second Sight. She saw the future, all mottled up, but she saw it. Sometimes she didn’t understand it herself. I remember her predictions, one in particular when I was seven and we were making an apple butterscotch pie with a dash of cinnamon.

“You will travel through many time periods, Charlotte,” my grandma said, rolling out the pie dough with a heavy rolling pin, her gray curls escaping her bun like springs. “All over the world.”

“What do you mean?” I rolled out my dough, too. We were bringing the pies to the Scottish games up in the highlands the next day, where my father was competing in the athletic contests and playing his bagpipes.

“I don’t know, luv. Damn this seeing into the future business. Cockamamie. It will drive me to an early grave.”

“I want to travel to other planets and inspect them for aliens.”

She placed her pie crust into the buttered glass baking dish. “You will live different lives, child. You will love deeply. And yet…” She paused, her brow furrowed. “It’s not you.”

“I don’t think so, Grandma. I love science. Specifically our cells. Mutations. Sick cells, healthy cells. Toran and I pricked our fingers yesterday so we could study our blood under my microscope.”

She eyed me through her glasses. “You are an odd child.”

“Yes,” I told her, gravely, “I am.”

My grandma was right about time travel. She simply dove into the fictional realm of my life without realizing it. McKenzie Rae Dean, my heroine, travels through time, lives different lives, and loves deeply. But McKenzie Rae is not me. See how my grandma got things jumbled up and yet dead right, too?

Many of her other second sight predictions have come true, too. A few haven’t yet. I’m a little worried about the few that haven’t. Several in particular, as they’re decidedly alarming.

I live on a quiet island, called Whale Island, off the coast of Washington. I have a long white house on five acres. I rarely ever have to leave my view of the ocean and various whales, my books, garden, and cats. I have had enough of the world and of people. Some people call me a recluse. I call them annoying.

My publisher wants me to travel to promote my books. I went on book tours with the first book, hated it, and have refused to go again. They whine. I ignore them. What do they know? I stay home.

I walk my four cats in a specially designed pink cat stroller twice every day. They each have their own compartment with their name on a label in front.

I read gardening books for entertainment, but they are only second to my love of all things physics and biology. I have a pile of exciting books and articles in my house on both subjects, including astrophysics, string theory, the human genome project, and cellular and molecular biology. Seeing them waiting for me, like friends filled with enthralling knowledge, flutters my heart.

I might drink a tad too much alcohol. Wine is my vice. I drink only the finest wine, but that is a poor excuse for the nights the wine makes me skinny-dip in a calm bay by my house and belt out the Scottish drinking songs my father taught me while cart wheeling

I am going to Scotland because I must. My mother asked me to go and check on my father’s house, fix it up, and sell it. “I can finally close the door to the past,” she told me. “Without cracking down the middle, but I need you to go and do this, because if I go, I’ll crack.”

I told her, “That doesn’t make sense, Ms. Feminist.”

She waved a hand, “I know. Go anyhow. My burning bra and I can’t do it.”

I have not been back to Scotland in twenty years, partly because I am petrified of flying and partly because it’s too painful, which is why my mother, usually a ball breaker, refuses to go.

I’m nervous to leave my cats, Teddy J, Daffodil, Dr. Jekyll, and Princess Marie. Teddy J, in particular, suffers from anxiety, and Dr. Jekyll has a mood disorder, I’m sure of it. Princess Marie is snippy.

But it must be done.

My best friend, Bridget Ramsay, is still living there. Or, she was living there. We write letters all the time to each other; we have for twenty years.

Until last year, that is. I haven’t heard from her in months.

I don’t know what’s going on.

I have an idea, but I don’t like the idea.

It scares me to death.

Truth often does that to us.

Find out more about Cathy and her books at cathylamb.org.

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