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The Great BB King

 

The Great BB King

 

It’s a sad day for the world following the loss of the legendary BB King. Curious, isn’t it, how when someone as influential as King passes away, we suddenly want to know everything there is to know about them?

 

For instance, I didn’t know that Mr. King served in World War II. That he was a brave military veteran as well as an incredible artist. And did you know that “BB” came from the nickname “Blues Boy,” from back when he was making his way in Memphis, Tennessee?

 

Of course, everyone has heard the story of how BB first began naming his guitar’s ‘Lucille’. But here’s a fun little fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Lucille Wellborn, one fine and feisty member of the Moms Weekend Mystery Series cast, is actually named Lucille after BB King’s famed guitar. Yep, it’s true.

 

The real life woman who inspired Lucille’s character named her own car Lucille because she has always been such a big fan of BB King. (We try to keep her out of burning buildings but she has a mind of her own.)

And much like the King of the Blues, Lucille can often be found singing her heart out along with the man himself.

 

I know she is sad today, as so many people are who loved his music and the message he brought to the world. Having been presented with honorary Doctoral degrees from six different universities, among a multitude of other awards, we must acknowledge just what an impact he has had on the history - and future - of music.

 

In honor of BB King, I think I’ll watch The Life of Riley tonight, make a toast and say a prayer.

 

Even Murder Can't Interfere With A Good Time!

 

They’re smart, they’re funny, and they are one hundred percent dedicated to having a good time during the annual Moms Weekend trip. (Yes, it’s moms, plural.)

 Even murder can’t interfere.

If you have ever had a group of friends (or even if you’ve just wanted to) who you couldn’t live without, you are going to connect with these Moms.                                                                                                                                                                          Meet them here over the next several weeks, as we interview the awesome and inspiring women of the Moms Weekend Mystery Series.

Last week we introduced a new interview series so you could get to know the characters in K.L. Barnes newest novel, The Dells. We had a good talk with Butch Cameron, small town detective extraordinaire (scroll down to see that interview) and now it’s time to meet the most outspoken member of the Moms Weekend Mystery Series, Lucille Welborn.

 

Lucille, we’re so glad to have the chance to talk with you today. Since we just recently spoke with Butch Cameron, we’ve decided to start off with a question about him. So, what was your first impression of him when you met?

Ha! Starsky and Hutch. Seriously. Maybe it was his car, but I thought, “He’s Starsky, only he doesn’t have blonde hair.” I’ve always gone for dark haired guys, but David Soul was definitely hotter in Starsky and Hutch.

 

Join us to talk with the cast of characters from The Dells

 

We here at K.L. Barnes.com thought our readers would enjoy getting to know the colorful women of The Moms Weekend Mysteries. So we’ve decided to treat you with a series of interviews with some of K.L.’s favorite characters.

Before we start with the moms though, Butch Cameron, lead detective – and Camille Wainwright’s ever so attractive love interest – has agreed to allow us in on his casual Saturday to talk about his role in The Dells

                                                                                                                       

In The Dells, you and Camille are both from Colorado. Were you born there, and what was it like growing up in that part of the country?

 

I've Seen The Future In My Dreams

 

I’ve seen the future in my dreams. My imagination led me the rest of the way.

 

Can people really see the future in their dreams? I think so. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure it’s happened to me more than once.

 

When I was young, just passing through puberty and starting to find out who I was, I began to dream of a house. Doesn’t sound very exciting, I know, but the house I dreamed of was special.

An elegant old Victorian, it held many secrets. And, I believe, the energy of those who had lived and passed on.

The dream came to me night after night for almost a year, until my family uprooted us from the rural farmland where we lived, to move to a big house in the middle of town.

Imagine my surprise when we pulled up to the new place, when I walked into the house I’d dreamed of for so long. Now, I had never been there before, never even seen it, so I know it wasn’t my psyche engaging in wishful thinking.

 

There are ‘scholarly’ articles all over the internet, such as this one by Rebecca Turner on World of Lucid Dreaming website,(http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/precognitive-dreams.html)

 discounting the possibility of precognitive dreams.

Or the one here on Dream Moods website (http://www.dreammoods.com/dreaminformation/dreamtypes/propheticdreams.htm) that suggests precognitive dreams are nothing more than the expression of a desire.

Well if that’s the case, then answer me this. How is it that years later I dreamed of a red headed woman who told me about a new man in her life. In my dream, I knew, though I don’t know how, that the man she was seeing was my very dangerous, very abusive ex.

The next morning I ran into an acquaintance of mine (who of course had red hair) and she was giddy with excitement over this quiet, unassuming man she had recently met. I felt my palms go wet, my face flush, and a tingle run through my entire body. I told her his name, then warned her what her life would be like with him. She never saw him again.

Now,  I hadn’t seen or thought of him in years, so I’m pretty certain my intuition wasn’t reading the signals around me and interpreting them in my sleep. 

In Pay Attention, the first novel of the Maeve Tidewell Suspense Series, Maeve’s young daughter, Claire, has a dream. Believe it or not, the idea for that book came from an actual dream my own daughter had when she was just entering her tween years. And the result? Yep, it really happened.

Not the dangerous, life altering part of course, but the pipes really did freeze and break, resulting in a flood that ruined nearly everything we owned.

 

My imagination took over (reincarnating this creepy kid I met in the seventh grade) and led me the rest of the way.

 

Have you ever had a dream that came true? Why don’t you tell me about it.

 

The Saga Continues ... On Jicarilla Pond

 

The saga continues . . .  On Jicarilla Pond.

 

If you recall from my story yesterday, Wesley, my fancy finned friend living in Jicarilla Pond, leaped out of the water onto the netting I had placed there to protect the habitat. This act of daring (and stupidity) set in motion a tragic course of events that may affect many of us for weeks to come.

I stopped on my way home last night to purchase new netting for the pond and so was a tad bit later than usual getting home. I went out to feed the fish as I always do, but had a feeling of unease as I approached the softly bubbling waterfall. The fading evening light added a sense of eeriness that grew as I began to take in the details of my typically cheerful water garden.

As many of you know, there is a large basket in the center of the pond where water Irises and Duckweed grow. This basket was turned over into the water and Irises were floating around, torn brutally from their anchoring pot. Nothing moved.

I was staring at a lifeless pond. Sometime in the daylight hours the devious, dastardly  Carnivorous Crane had launched a savage attack on my defenseless little water dwellers! Jasmine and Dimitri had failed in their mission to keep the pond puppies safe. After searching frantically through reeds and roots, it appeared that not one of my beautiful fishes had survived the murderous rampage.

I cried, I raged at the cruelty of Mother Nature, I stomped and carried on like a spoiled child, and then . . . Out of the darkness flitted a flash of color. Maybe all was not lost after all!

Now, for those of you who know me well, you know that all life is very sacred to me. I once had a fish named Angel (I’m sure you can guess what kind she was) who got the Ick and lost her ballast. I removed her from her tank and tried in vain for days to safe her little life but, sadly, she eventually gave up the fight and moved on to fishy heaven. It was the same for Dead Bob, who “died” daily for about two weeks only to come back to life and swim away. When he finally passed I poked him for twenty minutes. Just in case.

So you can imagine how I felt upon seeing signs of life. Slowly - very slowly - Valerie poked her head out from behind a pot and swam toward me, followed by Miracle Max and Buttercup. As you can imagine, I cried some more, but this time the grief was joined by relief. About the time my tears dried up one of the Pleco’s, either Fezik or Inigo I’m not sure which, went flying by and I was filled with joy. I am still hoping that Wesley and his other friends, Dreamsicle, Spot, Moe and Joe are all not really completely dead. Maybe just mostly dead and hiding away in Star Leaf Cavern until they are strong enough to venture out again. I am an eternal optimist.

With that thought, I got to work, covering the pond with netting once more. And it’s a good thing I did.

This morning Jasmine was barking and barking so I ran outside to scold her, but what did I see? That rat bastard Carnivorous Crane standing on top of the neighbor’s roof! I threw rocks and called him names until he flew away into the distance. I do wish him well as he is a quite impressive crane however, I hope with all my heart that he stays out of my back yard.  

 

It's my book and I'll Hop if I want to!

 

It's my book and I'll hop if I want to!

 

A wonderful friend and fellow author recently performed an in depth review of Pay Attention, the first book in the Maeve Tidewell, Pay Series. The review was amazingly detailed and more helpful than I ever imagined.

One of her recommendations (per her own editor) challenged me to think long and hard about what kind of author I am, and if my style of writing is something that a large enough audience would like to read.

She suggested that I take a second look at the way I handle point of view. You see, in many of my scenes (in every one of my books) I have a tendency to "brain hop." This means that the point of view shifts from one character in the scene to another.

 

Today is Gratitude Day

 

It's Gratitude Day!

Some of my most profound thoughts come to me at two thirty in the morning. Not quite the witching hour, but close enough. One thought keeps returning to me, time and again, as I sit here in peaceful solitude, working toward that all important vision of my future. In the wee hours of the morning I can't help but think about all of the people who, often unknowingly, have kept me moving in the right direction.

Since I have finally finished the first three novels in my Pay series, I have decided it's high time to take a step back and show a little gratitude. Just thinking about it isn't enough. I feel the need to put it out there, and explain to you why I value these individuals so highly.

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Following The Path Of Freedom

 

Emily Franko's The Winding Road evoked memories for me that had faded, for some reason, as the years of my life passed in twists and turns, fits and starts, fumbles and foibles, into the belief that to be cautious is to be living a proper life.

 

You see, growing up in Western Colorado, in a family that loved the outdoors, afforded me the opportunity to wander, unconcerned, over hills and valleys and along roads that had no real destination.  As a young girl, I roamed woodsy paths that followed crystal clear streams, with hidden caves and mysterious little holes at the bases of scrubby trees. 

I was never afraid to leave the path, knowing that I could always find my way back.  The lure of anticipation over what new experiences I might discover overpowered any fear I may have had.  Imagining turned to fantasy as thoughts of communing with the wildlife created a desire to sit in silence, and wait for the animals to come.

 

 

Inspiring Yourself and Others to Write Their Story

 

So I was talking with a co-worker the other day and he asked me about my first book, Pay Attention.  I was a little shy, not wanting to make too much of my story - you know, in case I failed.   He asked me why, after doing such an admirable thing,  would I not want to tell everyone.  He was envious, you see, because he thought he would like to write a book and had dabbled with writing some things down.  I encouraged him to get busy and write his book, telling him that I think everyone has at least one book in them (which I absolutely believe.)  

 

 

 

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