To Michael Buble
And to my newest romantic comedy baby, Temporarily Insane!
I began writing about twelve years ago on my first romantic comedy mystery, Temporarily Employed. But the ideas for Temporarily Insane kept popping into my head and I had to get them scribbled down. It wasn’t the whole book and I had to work hard to get it shaped up, but with the help of my Wild Rose Press Editor, Leanne Morgan, Temporarily Insane became a reality.
Like a lot of writers, I have always been amazed when a work of mine has been published. I never trained as a writer, didn’t study creative writing or journalism in college. But I have always been a huge reader, primarily in the mystery and romance genres. It’s funny how my books and stories are a combination of those genres.
And I never knew I said anything funny until a girlfriend trip when one BFF told me I was. I went “Really?” I think my humor is a natural extension of myself in my work. And for that, I am grateful.
Want to read a fun excerpt? How about this:
Trixie had some nerve.
“Stop it, Hattie!”
Her reprimand, the one which had shot a stabbing pain to my right eye, sounded terribly out of character, like she had little patience for me. Ordinarily, she was the nicest person I knew, didn’t have a mean bone in her body. The kind who rescued animals, picked up trash at Sommerville Park, and prepared food for the elderly.
Not today. I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest in a school girl flaunt.
Trixie tilted forward in her desk chair, her bosom almost resting on her desk. “This nonsense has to end. Your moan sounded like an obscure breed of a bizarre…untamed…wounded animal.” She returned to an upright and seated position and in tiny increments, rotated her chair from side-to-side, waiting for me to say something not stupid.
In truth, Trixie had pounded the nail on the head. I had nothing to add. My whole life had turned into an obscure, bizarre, bad reflection of itself, thus wounding me to my core. I sighed and pouted an if only.
Don’t go there.
My funsister friend owned the employment agency Jobs Inc., and on occasion, she’d happily assisted me in finding temporary work since my dream job had been flushed down the proverbial toilet a few months back, thus soiling my picture perfect life. For this newest assignment she’d located, I’d be employed as an administrative assistant for the managing partner at Northside, Lancaster, and Brookside, Certified Public Accountants, headquartered in my hometown of Sommerville.
At first, she’d sounded oh-so pleasant when we began our yak about the opportunity. “Think accounting,” she’d teased, followed by a small chuckle.
Her laugh had spoken volumes of Encyclopedia Britannica proportions.
Did I tickle your funny bone? I hope so and I hope you can check out Temporarily Employed and Temporarily Insane.
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