The Versatile Blogger Award—and Seven Things About Us

We want to thank Christian Brown for nominating us for the Versatile Blogger Award. In accepting it, we in turn nominate the bloggers listed below, in no particular order, for the VBA, and we'll also share seven things about ourselves. It's nice to know people are reading our blog and are interested in getting to know us better!

Paula Reed Nancarrow

Rob Distaffen

Greg Mischio

Melissa Tracy

Drew Chial

Alicia Renee Kline

Anna Celeste Burke

Ella Quinn

Elizabeth Rose

Sarah Ballance

Steve Piacente

Shah Wharton

Mae Clair

Clair De Boer

M. Allman

And now for SEVEN THINGS ABOUT US you might not know:

1. In our Val & Kit Mystery Series, we begin without a plot. We not only don't know whodunit, we don't know why or how. Talk about character-driven.

2. We met about 40 years ago (yes, we've been friends as long as Val and Kit have, although we started at a slightly older age J) and have been writing partners for about 30 years.

3. Roz relies on Patty to translate her work from English English to American English. Even though Roz has lived in the United States for over forty years, she sometimes lapses (e.g., windscreen instead of windshield).

4. We both consider ourselves directionally dyslexic, but didn't confess this to one another for a couple of decades. No one appreciates—or needs—the GPS more than we do!

5. Even though we take our Skype sessions in the end stages of a book very seriously, there is always a lot of laughing.

6. We lived in the same state only briefly before moving apart and becoming besties via letters (making us more appreciative than most of the written word).

7. Although our first job, always, is to please each other, we have been blessed by many five-star reviews, and nothing feels quite as magical as reading praise from a total stranger.

Are You Val or Kit?

Your favorite designer is

Valentino

Hanes

The last book you read was

Bridget Jones, The Edge of Reason

Chanel: The Vocabulary of Style by Jerome Gautier

Your favorite vegetable is

Turban squash

French fries

Your favorite TV show is

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Antiques Road Show

Your favorite meal is

Massaman curry

Cheerios

Your favorite pastime is

Shopping for clothes

Watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Your favorite sport is

Ice skating

Shopping for clothes

Who would you pick to be stranded with on a desert island?

Kit

George Clooney

We’ll leave you to sort out the reds from the blues.  You know who you are!

Now out, LETHAL PROPERTY, No. 4 in The Val & Kit Mystery Series.

Val Attempts In-Depth Interview with Kit

Kit: Tell me again. Exactly why are we doing this?

Val: Because our readers get to see stuff only through my eyes—

Kit: No kidding.

Val: —and I thought it might be nice to get to know you a little; hence—

Kit: Hence?  Really? You’re going with hence?

Val: It’s a word.

Kit: Okay, Anne Boleyn, what do you want to know?

Val: Why don’t you start by telling us a little about yourself?

Kit: Let’s see; many people compare me in looks to Catherine Zeta-Jones—

Val: I think you’re the only one who does that. Tell us something personal.

Kit: Like?

Val: Who’s your favorite aunt? What city were you born in? What was your first car?

Kit: Wait. Is this an interview, or am I choosing a new password?

Val: Let’s try this: what’s your favorite TV show?

Kit: Like I have time to watch TV.

Val: Okay, we’ll go with that. What do you do that prevents you from watching TV?

Kit: Ya know, in case you haven’t noticed, I spend a lot of time looking after you!

Val: Moving on. If you could have lunch with anyone in the world, dead or alive, who would you pick?

Kit: Coco Chanel

Val: Why?

Kit: You have to ask? You do know who Coco Chanel was, right?

Val: Well, of course. Everyone knows her. She invented the little black dress, right?

Kit: Big deal. How hard was that?

Val: I thought you liked her.

Kit: I said I’d have lunch with her, but I don’t have to like her.

Val: Okay, forget Coco. Tell us about your husband and son. What’s your favorite thing about them?

Kit: Larry—that would be my husband, Val—plays a lot of golf and is a partner in a very successful accounting firm.

Val: Yes, Larry is very smart.

Kit: However, not smart enough to balance the checkbook or come in out of the rain when he’s golfing.

Val: Let’s move on to Sam—

Kit: Do you mean Sam, my son?

Val: Yes, that’s who I mean. Tell me three of your favorite things about him.

Kit: He got through college without being arrested. That’s two things. And he lives in Texas.

Val: Nothing else?

Kit: Geez, you asked for three things; now you want more?  What kind of an interviewer are you?

Val: The good kind. Give me something else about Sam.

Kit: Okay; he sent me a ham for Mother’s Day—

Val: A ham?

Kit: Right. He knows I love cooking, so a thirty-pound lump of cold pork seemed appropriate. What did Emily send you?

Val: A gift card to Heavenly Doings Day Spa.

Kit: Just be sure when you go that you keep your purse with you all the time. I think they steal. And make sure they use towels that were laundered that day. Oh, and don’t let Valentina anywhere near you, especially if you’re getting a wax job. She says she’s French, but I think she’s from the South Side. And likes to inflict pain.

Val: I’ll make a note.

Kit: Oh, Valley Girl, you’ll lose your wallet five minutes after you step in the door. I better go with you.

Val: Do you have a plan?

Kit: Don’t I always?

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LETHAL PROPERTY

Roz’s Retirement: All It’s Cracked Up to Be, and Then Some

It’s been a month since I retired, and I’m already wondering how I ever had time for a job in the first place.

To begin, a note about the actual departure from my office. I gave three months’ notice—which was required by my Human Resources Department. But on reflection, it might have been better to rip off the Band-Aid and depart sooner, once the decision had been made. It was heart-wrenching saying good-bye to the lovely people I’ve worked with for so long. Most of my coworkers seemed genuinely sad to see me go, although I’m sure there were a few thinking leave, already.  Regardless, there were farewell lunches, a lavish good-bye dinner, balloons, flowers, and precious gifts to treasure forever.

Roz with fellow retiree Marty Rainbird and their boss, David Dundas

On my first real day of retirement, I did not set my alarm clock and woke up lazily, feeling sure it was probably around noon already.  But no; It was only six thirty . . . turns out I probably never needed that annoying alarm clock all those years.

And so, on to my retirement activities list, which so far has gone as follows:

First thing I had to do was buy a new computer.  This had not been a planned expenditure, but it seems my ten-year-old PC decided to join me in retirement. And who can blame it? Some of the obvious clues, which any mystery writer should be able to follow while wearing a blindfold, were the scary zigzag lines running across the screen; the inability to connect to anything outside my kitchen door; and just in case I still didn’t get it, the BSOD, an acronym for Blue Screen of Death, which appeared every time I turned the darn thing on.  Okay, I gave up, packed the computer and its ten million cords and attachments, and stored them in my spare room (otherwise known as the black hole), where eventually I’ll figure out what to do with them.  It will probably always be with me, like a techy Miss Havisham decaying slowly in a room at the top of the house.  My new computer, by contrast, is sleeker and smarter, and it comes with all sorts of new gadgets that one of these days I’ll figure out. 

Next, I had to buy a new cell phone.  Choosing among Apple and all the rest of them was easy for me.  I just went with the one with the biggest text size—or, as I call it, The Retirement Package.  I was able to make the apps appear as big as Buicks on the screen (not totally sure what they are, but I’m pretty certain I must need them).

Next came reading.  Something I love but have not had much time for lately, and downloading several of my favorite authors to my Kindle has been a joy.  I’ve even managed to read one whole book.  The Racketeer by John Grisham was well worth my time.  John has never let me down so far.

Going to the movies in the daytime is great.  I’ve done it only once in retirement so far, but plan on doing it more.  My two pals who accompanied me, both retired for several years, knew the ropes and guided me through the process.  We had to get there early to be sure we got the optimum seats: the row that has a rail in front of it, where you can put your feet up, literally.  Like watching a show in your recliner at home.  Of course, since there were only three other patrons besides us in the theater for the one o’clock showing, finding the perfect seats was never really going to be a problem.

I haven’t had as much time to work on my yard as I hoped.  But I have at least kept the grass cut and doused the whole area with weed killer. If Melissa Tracy (brilliant author of Mel’s Green Garden) is reading this, then the weed killer consisted of nothing more organically dangerous than a package of lard and some baby oil.

So, what have I really been doing?  Well, a lot of writing.  As Patty puts the finishing touches on Lethal Property, which will be out this month, I’m working on our next non–Val and Kit novel, and once Patty and I are caught up, we’ll continue together with a new adventure for our two ladies.

Therefore, to sum up retirement: so far, so very, very good.

Coming to Kindle and
in paperback this month!

Trading Places

“Val, what’re you doing up so early?”

I jumped at the sound of Kit’s voice and turned in her direction.

She was wearing a black silk robe belted tightly around her slim waist. Resting across her forehead was a red satin night mask embroidered with the words Dreaming of Paris.

“Well, right now I’m reading the latest garbage on Miley Cyrus.”

“You saying she’s garbage, or what they’re writing about her is garbage?” I was glad she didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, as she poured herself a cup of coffee, she said, “Ahh, glad you got this started. I need it faster than usual. I didn’t sleep well last night, thinking of—”

“Paris?”

“No. Thinking of you . . .” She removed the mask and tossed it on the counter.

“You didn’t sleep well thinking of me? How do you think I slept?”

“Um . . . not at all?”

“You got it.”

She leaned over the counter and patted my hand. Then she heaved a big sigh. “Don’t worry, Valley Girl. I’ll think of something for us to do next.”

In our biggest role reversal ever, I answered her. “I already have.”

from LETHAL PROPERTY, coming in May!

Easter Eggs: How Roz and Her Houston Family Roll

Before Easter becomes a distant memory, I’d like to share a wonderful tradition I enjoy with my Houston family: The Egg Decorating Contest. Our contestants range in age from two to seventy, and special allowance is given by the Judge, who permits us to decorate our eggs at home and bring them on Easter Sunday fully dressed. 

A word about the Judge (Ken): He remains totally impartial and, like all judges, cannot be bribed or corrupted.  This I know from personal experience.

So, after spending several days deciding what would appeal to him most, I set to work boiling six eggs (in case I made a mistake) and roaming the aisles of Hobby Lobby. And after ungluing my fingers more than once, I was ready to go.

The competition this year was fierce (darn those two grandsons of the Judge, who jump to the top of the Leader Board simply by showing up and telling Grandpa how much they love him).

One special note: There was another entry that cannot be shown here.  BUT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE (Quatro!).

Grammy Sarah submitted this entry of Cash mutton bustin' (this is Texas, after all).

Future King of England, Baby George.

No explanation needed (unless you don't live in Houston).

Four-year-old Cash's Pirate Ship.

Two out of three eggs enjoy a fun day in Galveston.

Easter Island (someone had to do it).

AND THE WINNER IS….. Jennifer Day, with KISS!!

Some of the fierce competitors: Cash, Kimberly, Bodie and Quatro.

THANK YOU, KEN AND SARAH, FOR A REALLY FUN DAY!
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Roz's March Madness

March 2014 is a momentous month for me. I retire from my day job March 31. When I began with the company, way too many years ago to count, I was the baby in the office. Now I’m the senior.

I made the decision to leave three months ago. It wasn’t easy. I’ve had a long and interesting career in the airline industry, and my colleagues have become family. They are an amazing group of men and women. We have developed a team closeness, and support and care for each other. Not seeing them every day will be very sad for me. But, since my job is in the cargo side of the airline world, I won’t miss having to figure out the complexities of sending plasma to Djibouti, freeze-dried Tex-Mex food destined for the space shuttle, or miniature horses to Saudi Arabia.

Roz with some of her work family:

As for the future, I am excited about my new life. The first thing I plan to do is relax a little. Then I will tackle all the things I haven’t had time to do properly for the past few years. This list includes the mundane, like really, really cleaning my house, doing a more than half-assed job in my yard, and sorting out closets and drawers that no longer open or close properly because of the junk I’ve rammed into them through the years. On a lighter note, I plan to spend more time with people I have neglected (most have already retired) and visit friends and family, taking my own sweet time and setting my own schedule.

My already-retired friends assure me I’m going to be busier than ever, although I’m not sure that is my main goal. I was once a ferocious reader, but in the last few years I’ve managed only about one book every two or three months. Outrageous for a writer. I plan to load up my Kindle and go to town (or at least to my couch) and catch up on my favorite authors. I also look forward to going to movies and museums, during the day, with the luxury of those establishments being half-empty (except for the other retirees with the same plan).

But most important, I plan to devote the lion’s share of my time to writing. Currently, I squeeze it in on weekends and days off (hence the drawers stuffed with junk, where it can take me a good twenty minutes just to find a pen that works). 

My writing partner, Patty, has done all the heavy lifting so far (e.g., all that techy stuff I know so little about). Lucky Patty can now share her workload with me (after a suitable training period). But lucky me, I get to return to Val and Kit, as often as I like, without worrying in the back of my mind if the shipment of frozen yogurt I booked to Kazakhstan that morning will melt before it reaches its final destination.

We are currently working on the final touches to Lethal Property, to be released in April. This is the next mystery starring our two favorite non-detectives. And I’ve already located my webcam, which was hidden between a miniature umbrella and a box of unopened chocolate-covered cherries in my desk drawer. Val would understand; Kit would be appalled. But I’m ready to Skype with Patty and get to work.

Roz (with visitor Patty) in her home office,
 where she'll soon be spending ALL her work time.