Sassy Sleuths on the Prowl

Life continues to be a blast! Last Saturday, I joined a great group of cheeky-gal mystery writers (aka Sassies) at a panel event at Vroman’s in Pasadena, CA (if you live in the area, you should check out this fabulous independent bookstore.)

That’s me on the photo's far right, holding the Groucho skull (Oy, how I wish I’d stood in a more slimming three-quarter profile pose—black-and-white leopard spots are the worst when they billow about your hips, lol!). From left to right are fellow Sassies Harley Jane Kozak, Sue Ann Jaffarian, and Patricia Smiley.

We took turns doing a couple of readings from our latest books—one dark section, one light. I’d just started reading my “dark” scene, which is set in an S&M club, when I suddenly realized we were in the middle of the children’s book section. No way could I read a line like “hairy, purple penis” in that area! I tried cutting sentences, then substituted my own bleeps for the most offending words, and then finally gave up on the "dark" reading in a fit of giggles.

Thanks to Sisters in Crime LA for arranging the event, and to our fearless moderator, Gayle Bartos-Pool. Photo courtesy of SinCLA.

Sunday’s coming—we're calling on Criminal Brief—stay tuned!

This Sunday the 13th, the Killer Hobby Ladies will be guests at Criminal Brief. We’ll be doing a little group introduction of ourselves on their blog, including mini-bios, talk a little about our books, and maybe give a few IFWKS about ourselves (Interesting Facts Worth Knowing).

Come a callin' with us over there on Sunday!

In the Land Down Under, Bigger is Better

Breaking news! Australian men like everything big—including their women, it turns out.

According to an article in the Brisbane Times, an online survey conducted by the men’s magazine FHM found that most Australian men prefer women who are a size 14 over a size 8.

Let me repeat that: Australian men prefer a size 14 to a size 8.

They don’t “accept” larger women. They don’t “tolerate” them, while ogling the size-6 beach bunnies They prefer them.

Oh joy! Oh rapture! As a woman who has fluctuated between size 12 and 14 most of her life, this is truly cause for celebration. In fact, if I were still a single gal, I’d book the next Quantas flight from LAX to Sydney, and go me a huntin’ my own Crocodile Dundee. I’d sachet my plus-sized derriere in his general direction, and ask him if he’d like to toss an extra-big one on my barbie.

But now I’m blushing. So for details, here’s the link to the article:

http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/news/life-and-style/what-men-want-thins-not-in/2008/04/05/1207420346331.html

This is by far the best news I’ve had all week. I’ve never been to Australia, but now I see it has a lot going for it besides cute koalas and kangaroos.

Like, a lot of happy women who are shaped like me.

Contest winner from last week

And in the spirit of big is better, I have to proclaim H's IFNWK from last week, the one about one ostrich egg being the equivalent of 21 chicken eggs, as the winner of last week's contest. H, I posted on your blog to let you know, but email me to let me know where to send your signed copy of DYING TO BE THIN!

More breaking news!

I’ll be doing a joint signing on Saturday the 19th at Metropolis Books in Los Angeles, with Christa Faust and Sue Ann Jaffarian. For details, see my web site: http://www.kathrynlilley.com/news.html

Reflections on a dynamite year

Breaking News!!!

I'm the guest author today over at the Bookends Literary agency's blog. Stop by for a visit at http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2008/01/bookends-talks-to-kathryn-lilley.html

Now back to our regularly scheduled blog....

It’s been a year to die for.

Okay, so it hasn’t exactly been a whole year since my first book was published.

DYING TO BE THIN, the first novel in the Fat City Mysteries series, hatched a little more than three months ago. Maybe it’s because I just wrapped up Book 2, A KILLER WORKOUT, and immediately dove into writing Book 3, FINAL CUT, that I’m feeling in a reflective mode.

(Full disclosure: DYING TO BE THIN wasn’t my very first book. I wrote four Young Adult girl-detective novels under a nationally known pseudonym. But if a book is published in the forest, and it doesn’t carry your name on it, are you really “published”? Good question.)

I was extremely lucky that DYING TO BE THIN became an IMBA Bestseller in its first month. For that, I owe a big debt of gratitude to the independent booksellers, who know their customers and hand sell the books that they think their readers will enjoy.

Readers say the nicest things

I’ve met so many wonderful readers at signings, and received enthusiastic emails about the book through my web site. Many people have written to say that they identify with my sleuth, reporter Kate Gallagher, and her eternal Battle of the Bulge.

Of course, not all the feedback is wonderful. I recently had my first “flame” review over at Amazon, from a woman who felt personally offended that the cast of characters included heavy people, and thought my heroine was snarky—which, come to think of it, she is. Because this Dear Reader managed to cast personal aspersions on me as well as on the book, Amazon quickly removed the review.

The show must go on

Last Saturday, I took part in a panel called “Sassy Sleuths” with authors Patricia Smiley, Sue Ann Jaffarian, and Harley Jane Kozak, hosted by Gayle Bartos-Pool. We were presenting the topic in conjunction with Sisters in Crime Los Angeles (and of course, we were hoping to sell a few books).

The panel took place at a wonderful independent bookstore called Vroman’s in Pasadena, CA.

There was a good-sized crowd, and things were going along swimmingly—until the lights and power went out, and everyone had to evacuate the building.

We reconvened outside, and the show went on, despite sirens screaming in the background and helicopters circling overhead. (I heard later that the meltdown was caused by a fire at a Taco Bell down the street).

The show must go on II

Another time, I had a signing scheduled, but woke up that morning feeling sick, and getting sicker by the minute. But I was determined not to pull a last-minute cancellation.

Twenty minutes before the signing was supposed to start, I was sitting in the car with my husband, projectile vomiting into a plastic bag. I made an emergency call to a friend of mine to appear at the table with me, in case I had to make a sudden dash to the ladies room.

The appearance went off flawlessly. I had a surge of adrenaline that magically suspended the illness for precisely one hour. The instant I got back into the car after the signing, I resumed vomiting, and continued do so, all the way to Urgent Care.

Writing is a full-time job

It felt slightly surreal this week when I opened a file and started Book 3 in the Fat City Mystery series, FINAL CUT. (A tale of murder and plastic surgery). Some of the people I started writing with, years ago at UCLA Extension writing classes, have yet to finish their first books. The fact that I’ve made it to Book 3 drove home the point that writing has to be an every day, many-hour occupation—even if you have a full time job, as I do. I get up in the wee hours of the morning, write until 8 a.m., then start my day as an editor. Every weekend, every vacation, you’ll find me tapping away before the cock crows.

But it’s so worth it.

Vegas, baby!

Today, I'm hopping on a plane to Las Vegas, where I'll be appearing on Amie Jo Greer's radio show, called Corner4Success with Amie Jo on KLAV, 1230 AM. You can listen to her show on www.klav1230am.com.

Then on Saturday, I'll be meeting folks and signing books in Las Vegas at a great new bookstore called Cheesecake and Crime, at four p.m. Check my web site for details.