Ready 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… [Read More]
Did Poe get fan letters too?
I received this letter from a gentleman in North Carolina last week: Mrs. Lomoe , I have been reading some of your books, your experience at the Woodstock Music and Art Fair and wondered if I could send you something to ” sign ” for me ? This would be greatly appreciated . … [Read More]
Author of the Year! Unexpected but not quite out of the blue
Tuesday night I got a totally unexpected phone call informing me I’ve been chosen by the Friends of the Albany Public Library to be honored for “Local Book and Author of the Year.” They want to showcase me and my mystery Eldercide at a luncheon on November 14th. What’s more, they love the title and… [Read More]
Zoning out, taking wrong turns – a poem
Have you ever zoned out at the wheel and ended up driving in some totally unforeseen direction that has nothing to do with your intended destination? I have, more than once. Here’s a poem about one such experience. Roads Not Taken Hurtling high above the Hudson, pushing sixty, I execute a daring merge,… [Read More]
TGIF Blog Party – you’re cordially invited!
Friday’s officially my day for guest bloggers, but I haven’t had time to choose someone and pull together a coherent post, so I’m throwing a party instead. As Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett would sing, “Pour me something tall and strong – it’s five o’clock somewhere!” Stop in, bring your favorite dish, and introduce yourself… [Read More]
One Red Push Pin: My poem about unsold works of art
This Sunday morning, August 16, marks the height of the Woodstock Festival 40th Anniversary frenzy. My three posts on my 1969 Woodstock experience have pulled in an enormous number of visitors, but I still haven’t tracked down any visual documentation for the paintings I showed there. Several of them still languish unseen in my basement… [Read More]