I finished all the blog posts for the tour, but not without some last minute hysteria. One of the posts is about how I happened to mix crochet and mystery and involved a granny square. As I was about to send it off, I realized not everybody knows what a granny square looks like. I had a sample one I'd used when I gave talks, but it disappeared with the upheaval of my yarn stash. So, I made a new one and took a picture of it to include with the blog post.
I read all the posts over numerous times, but it wasn't until after I'd sent them off that I realized I hadn't included a bio. I thought the tour director might add them before she forwarded them to the blog hosts,but to be sure, I resent them all with bios attached. I'm still wondering if I missed something else, or if they make sense. But too late. Time to let them fly on their own.
Time to let KILLER HOOKS fly on its own too. It will be out there to be loved, hated or thought of as meh. Readers bring themselves to a book and interpret it through their life experiences.
I don't read reviews because if I believe the good ones, then I have to believe the bad ones too.
I had an idea for one more blog, but it turned out I had already written enough of them. I was going to write about the animals in the books. I would say dogs and cats, but there was one pig in a book. Almost all of them are based on real animals I have known. I admit, I only met the pig once, but the rest of them have resided with me. I figure that there have been 16 dogs and cats that have spent their lives in my household. Each one had their own story.
I was going to write about the terrier mix called Blondie in the Crochet Mysteries. She is based on a dog we adopted from a shelter tucked into the Santa Monica mountains. We had to go on a dirt road to get to the place. We had already met the dog at an adoption event at a dog park. We said we wanted her, but they insisted we come to the shelter and bring our other dog, also a terrier mix with us so they could meet and see if they got along The shelter was run by a woman and she had a fenced in area where the dogs could meet. She was so sure the two terrier females would tangle that she had a huge hucket of water to stop a fight.
She was amazed when they basically ignored each other and Blondie came home with us. She was like no other dog we'd had ever. Just like the dog in the books, she was like the Greta Garbo of canines. She spent all her time alone in a chair. She didn't like to be cuddled or pet. Her only joy seemed to be when I took her for a walk. Only when I looked over the paperwork that came with her a second time, I realized she had been in the shelter for over a year and a half and came there as a puppy someone had found on the street. She had been in an outdoor enclosure all that time and had never bonded with people. Never cuddled next to some to sleep, or sat on furniture. By the time she came to live with us, the dye was cast and she was who she was. Also I found out that she had been adopted and returned, probably because of her aloofness. It never occurred to us to do anything like that. All the dogs and cats came with their personalities and we let them be who they were.