Awaiting acceptance of my new novel!

photo by Judi

I've finally found some time to write my blog! I've just submitted my sixth novel - can you believe it? And one I really enjoyed writing. I started it around the beginning of December last year after "Til Death Do We Part" was published (which by the way has received awesome reviews). 

 As I've often said here, I usually have at least two manuscripts going at the same time because when one bogs down, I switch to the other. But with this current manuscript, the words just kept coming until I typed "The End" or actually, "To Be Continued." The MC (main character) has so much more she can do that I hope this will be the first of the Dr. Amelia Davis Novels. In this one, I again return to France (remember "Dark Secrets" was set in Paris) to a lovely little village, Chinon, that I fell in love with years ago while staying at Le Château de Marçay. I wanted to stay forever and write in their turret. Funny how events or places stay with you... sometimes unthought-of for years and then, out they pop.  This was one of them, the perfect setting with pieces and parts to inspire my story. 

Now that "Tales of the Silent" is complete or complete until I hear from the editor, I'm going to return to my half-written "Oyster Point Mystery" to which time has produced a solution to my "bog down". Jamie and Jack are another set of characters who provide enough material to write many mysteries with them as the MCs. That said, if I'm honest, I love all of my characters... even the bad ones because they provide me an interesting way of showing my dark side... LOL. For the most part, they all have history and character flaws, etc. that feed their stories. 

Happy 4th of July for my American readers and for my Canadian fans, hope you had a wonderful "Canada Day"!

Till, 
Judi

Could it possibly be Spring?

How can it be spring already?  But look at the photo above -- I took it on my morning walk.  You can see the faint remnants of snow on the ski trails and the plowed corn fields.  But what you can't experience is the smell... whoa... of the manure spread on the field yesterday.  Yup, it sure is spring.

Finally, we seem to be emerging from the pandemic with everyone receiving a vaccine - cases have slowed and death counts are lessening.  I mourn those we have lost to it... it is unforgiving.  

I've tried to be productive during these 18 months, but it wasn't easy.  I had "Till Death Do We Part" published last November and concentrated on another totally new manuscript which moved so quickly that I'm now in my own final editing!  I had planned on returning to my half finished new Oyster Point Mystery when I hit a stopping point, but that stop weirdly never happened and I'm now hoping for a summer release for this new book.  Then I'll return to Jack and Jamie... this new story is full of twists, turns and a reemergence of a haunting history for both of them.

I still haven't a title for this new book.  Some times I have a title before I even begin to write but not this time.  Oh well, it'll come to me.  I like the story... a strong woman who leaves one bad situation and ends up in a very different confusing situation.  I can't really tell you much more but I loved writing it and hope you'll love reading it.  The main characters can go on to other books.

 I'll make this a short blog because I really need to return to my editing.  Life has been busy but good busy for a change.  

Keep on writing and keep a lookout for one or maybe two of my new books this year.

Till,
Judi

Are the dark clouds lifting...

 

Photo copyrighted Judi Getch Brodman

I've been away for awhile, I know.  In the last blog I wrote about bittersweet times.  Well, this last month has definitely been filled with bittersweet moments and memories for me.

It actually started a few months ago... my cousin's wife died, a woman who loved life, who had plans for the future, and who we all loved... and then cancer hit.  They tried everything and finally the end came, him sitting with her wiping away her tears, both knowing it was too soon, too young, too much of life yet to live.  He mourns her greatly as do we all.

And then In January a call came from my high school best friend's husband - she's bad, he says.  I knew it was coming but not this soon... too soon for him, her children... too soon for me.  And with this damn COVID, no way to say goodbye.  We met freshman year and never looked back.  Sometimes life became busy, we would lose touch but caught up at Christmas at least.  We did everything together as young girls... walking home from a school that was in another town until the bus or my boyfriend came by and picked us up, laughing and never at a loss for words.  We double dated, movies, dances, proms.  It's so hard to look at those photos of us, so young, so much in love with our boyfriends, so inseparable... so happy.  The next day he called, this time to tell me she was gone.  I couldn't even go to her funeral... my heart broke.

And then three weeks ago, emails from my cousin that said he had contracted COVID and didn't know if he was going to make it... "pray for me."  And so he struggled in the hospital for less than a week, oxygen, ICU, and finally when they wanted to put him on a respirator, he said no.  And in days he was gone.

I'm so angry at this virus that has robbed us all of so many, has taken wonderful memories and holidays from us, not allowed us to morn as we want and need to, after it steals our loved ones from us.

I'm sorry that this post has been sad, but it has been cathartic for me to share in writing losses that have happened.  As I made it to this point, tears flowed.  But sometimes that's necessary, isn't it.  Writing is always therapeutic for me.  And I know that many of you are suffering the same or worse losses during this time.  My love and prayers to all.

And speaking of therapeutic, I've buried myself in my writing and have almost finished the first draft of my next novel.  The story took on a life of its own and kept building and building until I'm almost to the end.  During the day I  write and  in the early morning hours, I lie there listening to the characters tell me where today will take them, as always.  I'm also making headway on the next "Oyster Point Mystery"; it has Jack and Jamie returning from "She's Not You".  Jamie's working two cold cases this time that appear to be leading her into more dire situations.  Also, ghosts from both their pasts reappear.  Will these ghosts fracture Jack and Jamie's relationship?  I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Thank you for listening to me as I poured out my heart.  Let's make COVID a positive influence for us - keep writing!  Write your memoir, a family member's biography or fiction, novels, short stories, or poems... just use this time to write and to provide you with some peace.  I pray that these dark COVID clouds are slowly lifting but until they are gone, stay safe and well...

Till, Judi

Bittersweet...

 

Walking today, I noticed the bare stark trees, the low sun, barren gardens.  It’s January and I guess I always feel this way after the holidays.  But this year, maybe it’s a bit stronger because of the isolation we have all been feeling for so many months.  I love the holidays but this year they were -- how can I say it -- empty?  Drained of emotions?  We chose to all celebrate separately because of COVID, meeting on Zoom to toast and gather – not the same as you all know.  Now, this season with its cold starkness after the December holidays, makes me think of all the bittersweet moments that I’ve had, the ones that feed my writing.  Many say that authors don’t or shouldn’t rely on personal experiences.  If that’s so, what do we use to write those devastating scenes in our stories, the ones that are happy, overwhelmingly sad, or bittersweet. 

Bittersweet… a single powerful word that says so much – “a combination of both bitter and sweet, or an emotional feeling that’s a mixture of both happy and sad.”

If you think about it, those bittersweet moments probably began when you were little – the first day of school as you watch your mother walk away.  You‘re excited but frightened at the same time.  You want her to stay, make it safe for you. She feels it even more than you do but you won’t know that until many years later.  The death of a pet that you’ve had all your young life, your very first experience with death. High school graduation with everyone and everything you’re comfortable with being left behind.  You’re excited to start college, but you dread making new friends, meeting new teachers and taking your studies to a whole new level – bittersweet. “First loves” – powerful.  Some end because long distance relationships during college are hard to maintain.   Others endure fractured throughout college like mine did… bittersweet.  First jobs, more loves and broken engagements all contain bittersweet memories.  Your wedding day when you’re father isn’t there to walk you down the aisle, so you choose to walk alone… bittersweet.  The birth of a child when his father is away serving his country… bittersweet.  I could go on and on but I think you know what I mean by now.

This sentence that I found somewhere, I can’t remember where, conveyed the message so well.  “No longer filled with magic, the room would be haunted by bittersweet memories.”  Not knowing the back story, we wonder what happy and sad things occurred in that room.  I associate that line with my youth… the dining room in the home where I grew up, where we spent holiday dinners together, candles burning brightly on the table, the smell of roast turkey and fresh pies filling the house.  And then, my father dies in that room.  Bittersweet....

That’s an example of how one sentence can evoke powerful memories and why, when an author uses their personal experiences. it touches something in his or her readers.  A reader once wrote to me that they had cried as they read about the death of Jamie’s parents in “She’s Not You.”  He wanted to know how I could write such a painful powerful scene.  I told him because I experienced it when I was young – the rage, anger and sorrow when my own father died.  I knew exactly how Jamie felt.  If you haven’t experienced it, how can you truthfully write about it?  Sure you can put thoughts down on a page but they just lay there emotionless.  They evoke nothing; they aren’t from the depth of you, from that sad or angry spot, that broken heart.

Another author said, “If you base your writings on your own experiences, you’ll be a one book author.”  Well, I just had my fifth novel published, ‘Til Death Do We Part, and I’m working on two more.  So I guess I’ve disproved that theory for myself at least. 

And as Mark Twain wrote, “Experience of life (not of books) is the only capital usable in such a book as you have attempted; one can make no judicious use of this capital while it is new.”

- letter to Bruce Weston Munro, 21 Oct 1881 (Karanovich collection)

So I wish you all a kinder, gentler 2021.  Make it productive and “pick at those scabs” as the leader of writing group used to say… and so I do.  And I have many….

Till,

Judi

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

 First, let me wish you all a wonderful holiday season.  I know it's going to be different, but we have to do this to make it through safely to the other side.  I had an empty table at Thanksgiving and it will be the same for Christmas... as much as I'll miss the total chaos of the day; everyone understands and we all agree that staying within our home group is the right thing to do.  So please stay safe and well through these holidays.

Next is the excitement of my new book!  It has been well received and that pleases me immensely.  As a writer, you are so close to your story and characters that you're sure what you are releasing on to the readers. When "Dark Secrets" first came out, I wasn't sure how the story would be received.  I had struggled with how to create a story around the inherited apartment.  Yet, lo and behold, the reviewers loved it for many different reasons - setting, characters, plot and surprise and suspense, and my usual twists and turns :-)  So writers are never a good judge of their own work.  I function well in a writers group because I can see what to improve in some one else's writing, but definitely not in my own :-) 

And my new time travel manuscript seems to be working well so far... again partially based in France's Loire Valley and Boston.  I find that changing settings in the story makes my writing and character building better strangely.  Not sure if any of you find that?  But I'm still struggling with the next Oyster Point Mystery - I have a story but not sure yet how to solve the problem I've created.  But my two main characters, Jack and Jamie, are just as dynamic as ever and now we have the two "old" loves from the first mystery, She's Not You, appearing to stir up a little friction.

So, once I made it through the initial stages of this COVID isolation, I had many many hours that I used for writing which I love.  

Still keeping up with my walking and have had many too many Zoom meeting for different Committees I'm on.  Maybe it's that I'm on too many committees... maybe?

I built a gloopy wonky gingerbread house which was so much fun and so frustrating :-)  Many years ago I built one from scratch and this year I thought, why not use the kit!!  Should be easier, right? Wrong... LOL!

I had it all together when first one wall fell, then a second and one side of the roof and finally the entire house was flat on the table. 

But I persisted and made it whole again. 

So stay safe and well during these times when it's easy to let down your guard.  And enjoy your holidays doing fun things!  

Till 2021
Judi

A new book just released!!

 Well, it's been a while for sure since I've written here.  BUT, look what has just been released... my fifth novel, 'Til Death Do We Part.  It's up on Amazon today - order here!

The last few weeks have had me working with the publisher choosing the cover and then conversing with the editor.  Not much to correct but each time that I receive the manuscript back, I have to read it all again and make sure I didn't miss something.  Eventually, I receive the final copy to proof and once I approve it, off it goes.  So all in all, it's been a very busy 4-6 weeks, but very productive as well.

 

This novel is set in Maine and Boston.  The back blurb says: 
"In “Till Death Do We Part”, Judi Getch Brodman knits together a young woman, a murder, an unanticipated love, abduction, and the twists and turns that her readers have come to expect.  

The flaming red haired tomboy on the swing with the big smile returns years later to a quiet snow covered village in Maine where she hopes for nothing more than a final Christmas in the old family vacation home.  Yet somehow Elle Harrington, now a forensic consultant, becomes obsessed with solving the 1800’s murder of a woman found buried under the old oak tree outside the house when she was a child.  But how does she piece together long forgotten history and hearsay, a forbidden love affair, and the contents of a locket that she found wrapped around the woman’s bones?  And enter another complication – a handsome Boston architect who causes Elle to reassess her life while putting her in danger."

As I write, I never know where the characters are going... they just take me along and I'm their scribe.  I'm busy working on two more manuscripts - one's a time travel which I love to write and many of my readers love those as well.  This one takes place in France as my main character Amelia, a writer, winds up trying to solve a mystery while she's there to write her next novel.  As usual, there are plenty twists and turns.  I'm loving this one and hoping it might be out in spring, if I use my "pandemic time" wisely.  The second is another in the Oyster Point Mystery series with the same characters everyone loved in "She's Not You" - Jamie and Jack.

My American readers had a very different Thanksgiving Day.  Our table which is usually filled with thirteen, this year had only two of us.  I feel the rest of the holidays might be the same this year, but we are willing to sacrifice in the hopes that next year will be twice as good.  We Zoomed and toasted and cheered so the day wasn't a complete loss.

I hope that you are being safe during this time as we await a vaccine.  Only a few more months... we CAN DO IT!!

In case I'm not back till the beginning of next year, have wonderfully safe holidays and let's kick 2020 right out the door on December 31st!! 

Till,

Judi

Are we out of this yet?

 

So here we are still in this Pandemic.  Better... not really?  Closer to a vaccine or a treatment... I sure hope so.  

I know I've been missing for a bit, but with good reason - just submitted my next book to the publisher!  Fingers crossed for this one.  I've been so lucky having all my books published!   This one ended up being a bit of a struggle mainly because I was trying to write it in the swelling tide of the pandemic.  It was hard to focus on anything.  And my story came in bits and pieces and then one morning I woke up with a solution and the rest came a bit easier.

And I'm the one who doesn't submit a manuscript until I've edited and edited and reread and done a final check of it.  Well, I submitted it yesterday and am hoping for a positive response.  

In the meantime, I've started another story and am working on the next mystery in the Oyster Point Mystery Series, speaking of which... I did a fantastic Book Club Zoom with a group of readers in August.  It was so much fun and they had such wonderful questions.  I may try to post pieces of it if I can.  They loved the book (She's Not You), couldn't put it down which was what I had hoped would happen.  They also loved the fact that I had nested stories with twists and turns that kept them guessing.  I think all my books are written that way.  I want my audience interested and guessing as they read and then, bam, not what they expected.  So far it's worked great.  It's harder for me to weave the stories together and play with the twists, but much more interesting for the reader.  Actually more interesting for me as well :-) 

So that's pretty much my writing update.  My garden has struggled to thrive with the drought we've been having.  But I've planted more perennials to fill in a few holes.  Next year, I'll probably have more holes from plants that won't make it.

Stay safe all of you and enjoy the waning sweet autumn weather.

Till,

Judi