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Launching my first Blog Book Tour!

Julie & Lucky 2006Ready or not, I’m about to launch my first Blog Book Tour. Ten blog hosts have invited me to visit their sites over the next two weeks. I’ve confirmed the dates and sent them my bio and photos. Next step: write the actual posts. Strange how unexpectedly daunting this feels. I’ve been blogging here for over six months, and usually the words flow naturally. Guesting at other people’s blogs feels like going to a party where I don’t know anyone but the host. How will I fit in? Will I be an interesting conversationalist, or will people find me boring and wander away with the click of a mouse? I’ll be finding out all too soon.

 

Here are the folks I’ll be visiting:

Monday, November 9              L. Diane Wolfe

Tuesday, November 10            Maryann Miller

Wednesday, November 11       Karen Walker

Thursday, November 12           Jean Henry Mead

Friday, November 13               Helen Ginger

Monday, November 16            Jane Sutton

Tuesday, November 17            Toni Andrews

Wednesday, November 18       Morgan Mandel

Thursday, November 19           Linda Faulkner

Friday, November 20               Marvin Wilson

Tomorrow I’ll be posting the exact names of the blogs along with live links to the sites – this is just a preview. Many of the names will be familiar, because I’ve met most of these writers on Blog Book Tours. You’ll find some of them in the blog roll to the right, but some have more than one blog, so I want to be sure to get the listings right.

I’d say more, but it’s high time I start writing those posts, beginning with Monday’s. For her “Spunk on a Stick” blog, L. Diane Wolfe writes, “I think an article on your background and how it helped you write your books would be an interesting topic.” Good idea, and amazingly enough, I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about it, so it’s past due. Here goes . . .

Today’s post features my author photo from the back cover of MOOD SWING: THE BIPOLAR MURDERS. I’m with my beautiful golden retriever Lucky, whom we adopted from a family in Woodstock. Although no one knew it at the time, he was suffering from lymphoma, and he died just a few months after this photo was taken in the spring of 2006. He was only four years old. The photo is courtesy of Hot Shot Photos in Albany. Sending out photos to my blog hosts, I included this one, and I decided to share it here.

In memory of dogs loved and lost

Lucky and Me (Author photo for Mood Swing: The Bipolar Murders

Lucky and Me (Author photo for Mood Swing: The Bipolar Murders

This morning my daughter’s dog Sequoia died peacefully at the vet’s office in Woodstock. A black chow mix, Sequoia had been Stacey’s devoted companion for 16 years. The dog had been abandoned, tied for hours to a fence post in Tompkins Square Park in New York’s East Village when Stacey rescued her, and they’ve been together since before her marriage and the birth of her children.

Over the past couple of years, Sequoia’s been declining both physically and mentally. She developed a form of dementia not unlike Alzheimer’s, and became unpredictably aggressive to the point where she could no longer safely coexist with my young granddaughters. She still regarded me with affection, though, and I spent quality time with her yesterday, stroking her, giving her treats and tummy rubs. I couldn’t bear to accompany Sequoia and Stacey on that final visit to the vet, but my husband was there for them.

Within the past few years, I’ve had to take three dogs on that last journey. All three were critically, terminally ill, and their passing through lethal injection at the hands of the veterinarian was peaceful. In my novel Eldercide, an elderly gentleman suffering from Parkinson’s comments that he wishes society allowed people the same gentle exit we provide our beloved pets. But humane as these assisted deaths may be, it’s never easy for the human families left behind. 

Do you have a pet you’d like to remember here? I’d love to her about him or her.

In the author photo above, I’m joined by Lucky, a beautiful golden retriever who graced our lives for less than a year. A family in Woodstock could no longer keep him because of rivalry with other pets, so we adopted him. As it turned out, he was suffering from lymphoma, and despite aggressive treatment, he died at only four years old.

Dogs have figured prominently in both my mysteries. Now that my husband and I share our home only with two cats, I expect cats to play a stronger role in my fiction. (Photograph by Hot Shot Photos in Albany)