Letter to My Followers:
I have finally gotten my new website/blog up and running!!! It is my sincere wish that you will find it
in your hearts to follow me to www.teacakesandwhiskey.com.
I will be increasing my posts this year as I embark on the exciting journey of book signings and (fingers crossed) small book tours.
On March 5th I will be having my very first television interview promoting Flamingo Funeral & Tales from the Land of Tea Cakes and Whiskey which I will post on the new site.
For those of you who read my last post about Jimmy "Duck" Holmes, I am planning on documenting my trip to the Mississippi Delta in June and our first meeting. (Assuming, of course, he likes the book!)
So dear readers, I invite you to come on along for the ride. I may not always take the direct route to my destination, but I've never taken a trip that wasn't fun along the way.
Which reminds me of a story:
When my son was fourteen, we had just moved to a new town and I had to take him to Montgomery, AL for something that escapes me now. There were several routes to get to I65 from where we lived. So as we were preparing to leave, I told Travis I had found a new route that would cut a good ten minutes off our trip.
Travis immediately responded, "I don't know, Mom. Maybe we should just go the way we know."
"Don't be silly," I replied. "It'll be fun! Think of it as an adventure."
Travis doubtfully shook his head. "Going to the store with you is an adventure. This will probably be more like an epic journey."
Now, I'm not promising anything so spectacular as an epic journey, dear readers, but I hope you'll come along for the ride. I may not always take the direct route to my destination, but I don't recall ever taking a trip that wasn't fun along the way.
And Travis, now with children of his own, still loves to go for those journeys. Today he says, "Whenever I go on a trip with Mama, I always come back with a story."
And that is what life is all about -- the story!
Thanks for following ....... Kat
Thursday, January 17, 2013
There are some days we just look back and say, "Dang! That was a great day!"
Yesterday was that kind of day for me.
Here's how it went. I have one New Year's Resolution - get organized (which will, of course solve all my problems.) I have dedicated my morning hours to promoting Flamingo Funeral & Tales from the Land of Tea Cakes and Whiskey. I was researching the Mississippi Blues Trail as it is a great dream of mine to possibly set up a small book tour along the trail as blues music is an integral part of many of my stories
Jimmy "Duck" Holmes is considered by some to be the last of the great blues musicians to play in the Bentonia style of blues. I listened to his music to set the stage of the bar scene in which Mr. Holmes is a character in my novella, Flamingo Funeral. I thought if I could find an address for his fan club, perhaps I would send a copy of the work with the hope he would learn he had a fan who had included him in a book.
The website for the Blue Front Cafe is modest, as is the Blue Front Cafe. It's history, however, is fascinating and detailed on the Mississippi Blues Trail website.
I dialed the number and told the man on the other end I was an Alabama writer trying to find some information on Jimmy "Duck" Holmes, to which he replied, "Yeah, this is Jimmy "Duck"!
Ok. There are (everyone can tell you this) very few times in life when I am rendered silent. But for a moment, just a moment, there was dead air on the line.
What followed was a twenty minute conversation - I'm going to say not one-sided - about his music, old blues music, growing up in the South, when he last played in Alabama, the Bentonia Blues Festival, I think the fact that Gregg Allman covered Skip James on his last CD, how cold the weather is and yes, about the fact that I have a new book out and you Mr. Holmes are a character in it.
He asked me about the book and I told him a little about the bar scene in which he is playing. He seemed to get a kick out of my having him play the Skip James' song, Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues, in the story.
As I write this, there is a copy of Flamingo Funeral off to Mississippi and I am planning a trip to the Bentonia Blues Festival the third week in June to meet Jimmy "Duck" Holmes.
And if I'm lucky, maybe he will sing a little Hard Time Killin' Floor & Devil Got My Woman. And if I'm real lucky, just maybe he'll take a pic with me and the book.
Now, that is what I call a damn good day!
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I've been nominated!!!!! This is a great idea to venture out and discover new blogs and bloggers. Thanks to friend and fellow writer Carl Purdon for the nomination. This is how it works: A blogger is nominated and he/she
Posts 11 random facts about themselves and answers the 11 questions asked by the person who nominated them
Passes the award on to 11 other blogs (while making sure to notify the blogger that nominated them!)
Writes 11 NEW questions directed towards THEIR nominees.
Is not allowed to nominate the blog who nominated them!
Pastes the award picture into their blog.
So here goes. Eleven random facts about me:
I spent a summer in the seventies (late seventies -- okay, mid-seventies) hiking up the coast of California.
I once helped deliver a baby at home.
I am a BIG Bob Dylan fan.
I lived in Flagstaff, AZ for five years.
I am obsessed with Sons of Anarchy. (Opie, I miss you!) But hey, the new season of Justified began last night! Thank you, F/X.
For my birthday this year I took my son to see Drake White, Kenny Wayne Shephard, and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
A few months before the concert above, I took my granddaughter to see Swan Lake.
I once lived in an old church that still had the steeple on it.
I am extremely clumsy.
I cannot parallel park. (See above.)
I once had to go to court because a crazy woman (not me) accused my roommate's dog of stealing her chicken. The police searched my house for the chicken, but found no evidence. Why did I end up in court? My roommate's dog, Mac, was in the yard when they arrived, so they got him on a leash law violation. I had to sign for him right then or let them call animal control. Because I signed for the dog, I had to show up in court as the "owner." Mac was cleared of all chicken related charges, but I had to pay the leash law violation fees. We celebrated with a trip to KFC and the pet store for a toy chicken. I spent the rest of the day teaching Mac to retrieve the toy chicken whenever I said, "Winner, winner. Chicken dinner."