MarilynMeredith

Now that it's done and in the hands of the editor and publisher, other memories are popping up. About hair. When i was little, sometimes Mother wrapped my hair in socks to make my hair look like Shirley Tempe's hair. I don't think it ever did. From some of the pictures taken of me back when I was a kid, I don't think I ever went to a beauty parlor for a haircut.  By the time I was in junior high, I put my hair in pin curls every night. Hair wrapped around a finger and fastened to the scalp with a bobby pin. Didn't make for comfortable sleeping. And sometimes my hair looked good and sometimes not. Did this all through high school too. I think most of the girls did the same, unless they got a permanent. One I cut my own bangs way too short, Instead of lying down, the bangs stuck straight up. Mom figured out a kind of comb-over with my side hair which hid the crazy bangs until they grew out a bit. Should have mentioned my dad didn't curse like some others, but he h...

During the night I remembered Gay, a fellow author and our many adventures. We met via email and she asked me to be her roommate at an Epicon--Epic was an online organization for e-published authors, and the conference was being held in Bellingham, Washington. This was the first time we met in person. Her husband had sent her flowers and I thought the room smelled like a funeral parlor.  We hit it off friend wise--a friendship that has lasted many years.  One night I'd been invited to dinner by a young true-crime writer. We dined across the street. In great detail, he described several gory murders. The waiter was not thrilled about coming to our table. It snowed during the conference. Gay and I are quite different. She's very attractive but never seemed to notice the attention given to her by men. She's extremely well-educated. and far more intellectual than I am. Her husband was merely months younger than I was. They never watched TV shows, only the news and educational p...

 For some reason I've been thinking about many of the in-person book signing I've done. Old friend Robin Gorley set up several. I remember doing one in a Ventura hotel that was truly nice. Another she arranged was at a county fair in Santa Maria. I don't remember  how many days that was, but the room we stayed in at a hotel  had problems with the shower. It finally got fixed. We ate our breakfast and supper at a great little Mexican restaurant across the street. I did a wonderful one at a now defunct Borders book store in Visalia, and ended up teaching a writing class there.  Had a great book signing for my first book, TWO WAYS WEST, at a Barnes and Nobel in Fresno years ago. My granddaughter set one up for me at a Walmart in Sonora, a mountain community, also for TWO WAYS WEST that was wonderful. That's where I learned that you never could tell who might buy your books. A group of bikers came in and I gave them my pitch and several bought copies of my book. Had seve...

 How can it be? Another year already.  I had fun yesterday with some of my great=great grands. Granddaughter Melissa invited me to come to the church--fellowship hall only place big enough for us all--for gumbo and our usual game of Estimation. This used to happen at my house, but the family has gotten too big. Gumbo was great, loved the crab legs. The great grands who were there and their kids: Brandon and Cymone: Asher, Achilles, and Aurellia. (probably not spelled right.) Not sure about the u .  Carolyn and Tyler: Avyanna, Jerimiah, and Elisha. Missing was Aaron and Lyndsy: Chloe, Samuel and Grace. We ate and played Estimation. I had a side game going on with Jerimiah. He'd come racing down a ramp and we'd shake hands when he reached me.  Aurellia, who in the past looked at me like I was the Wicked Witch of the West, brought me plastic forks and knives. I think that is a break-through. All had fun. And we're off to the New  Year. Marilyn

Excuses, I have plenty of them. I'm guessing some has been because of missing my husband, but I have been able to get some things done, mainly working on program designs for people who want to open residential care homes in California. Doing this brings in some spending money--which i can surely use. I'm planning a book sale on Saturday, December 9 at the Springville Baptist Church in the Fellowship Hall from 1 to 3. (The church is off 190 on Bogart--only one way to get on Bogart, and the church is at the top of the hill.) I'll  have copies of both  series including the latest. And yes, they'll have sale prices. and and Every book is $10, Hope you'll stop by and say "hi." Marilyn

  The Psychologist’s Shadow is a portrait of Dr. Ellen Haskell, a compassionate, introspective therapist who finds herself in a dangerous struggle with an unknown stalker. The novel is a simmering suspense, one in which tension accumulates as the reader gains insights during sessions with clients—one of whom may be the psychologist’s shadow—and through the stalker’s journal entries, which serve as a discordant counterpoint. The inspiration for the novel originated in my college interest in psychology. During my later years at Carnegie Mellon University, I selected all of my course electives in that field. Upon graduation, the head of the university’s counseling center and one of my professors approached and urged me to embark on a career as a therapist. I was tempted but didn’t go that route, yet I continued to read books and to follow changes in psychology. When I began this manuscript in 1992 (a second novel), my goal was to meld my interest with my writing, depicting how a ther...

  ANGEL LOST is leading up Detective Milligan's and Stacey Wilbur's wedding. The week before the big day, Stacey is busy trying to catch a man who has been exposing himself to female beachgoers. Abel Navarro's mother is showing signs of Alzheimer's. An complicating the lives of all the Rocky Bluff police officers is a reflection in a large downtown store's big window appears to be an angel. This image is drawing big crowds.  And Stacey disappears right before her wedding. This was another fun book to write. The angel in the window is similar to what happened in Porterville it seemed Jesus Christ's image appeared in a store's window, drawing huge crowds. To buy: Angel Lost (Rocky Bluff P.D. Mysteries): Meredith, F.M.: 9798651715350: Amazon.com: Books