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A novel about women in the 1940s


Tin Can Camper Book Tour

I’m finishing the interior trim in the Tin Can Camper and she’ll be ready to roll soon!

Scheduled Author Events:

The 2011 Northwest Author Fair, Saturday, August 27th from 10:00am until 3:00pm. The fair will be set up in the plaza next to Bob’s Beach Books at 1747 NW Hwy 101, Lincoln City. Friday, September 2nd, 2:00 to 4:00pm, Epilog Books, Quincy, CA

Saturday, September 10th, 1:00 to 3:00pm, Crossroads Books, Watsonville, CA

I’ll be on 100.5 FM – KTDE – “The Tide”, at 5:30PM, Friday, September 16th. That should be fun. On Saturday, September 17th, I’ll read at Four Eyed Frog Books, Cypress Village, Gualala, Ca.

Thursday, September 22nd, 6:00 to 9:00pm, Book&Game, Walla Walla, WA

Friday, September 23rd, 7:00 to 9:00pm, Auntie’s Books, Spokane, WA

Sunday, September 25th, 1:00 to 3:00pm, A Book For All Seasons, Leavenworth, WA

Tuesday, September 27th, 7:00 to 9:00pm, Village Books, Bellingham, WA

Thursday, September 29th at 7:30pm, Eagle Harbor Books, Bainbridge Island, WA

Friday, September 30th, 6:00 to 9:00pm Orca Books, Olympia, WA

Thursday, October 6th at 7:30pm, Flintridge Bookstore and Coffeehouse, La Canada, CA

Saturday, October 15th, 9:00am to 4:00pm, Home Front Festival, Richmond, CA

Tuesday, October 25, from 2:00 to 4:00pm, Orinda Books — reading and discussion.

Saturday and Sunday, November 5th & 6th, Palm Springs Pride Festival

Saturday, December 10th, 6:00 to 8:00pm, Harbor Books in Pillar Harbor, Princeton-by-the-Sea, CA — in conjunction with the annual boat lighting festivities.

Saturday, January 14th from 4:00 to 6:00pm at Inklings, Capatola


I’m planning to read a little about my protagonist moving into her Airstream — maybe the following passage:

August 9, 1942

The first time Sylvia saw her, Tilly was forcing a canvas duffel through the door of Airstream No. 27. The bag was as wide as the door, but fortunately, it was soft sided. Sylvia watched as Tilly manipulated the bulk of it and pushed it through. The operation reminded her of the chef stuffing sausage back at the Kansas City steakhouse that, until last month, had been her place of employment for over a decade. She was a long way from home but would finally be doing something besides slinging bourbon and steak to businessmen who didn’t notice her. She’d become a relic in their eyes, a part of the history of the place. She was a woman who wore comfortable shoes, no matter how her legs looked.

Another young woman, a strawberry blond, had unpacked in Airstream No. 27 earlier in the afternoon, and Sylvia had watched her without attempting a neighborly introduction. After an hour, she left with a notebook, and Sylvia nicknamed her “Ernestine.”

So Ernestine was going to have a roommate. Either that or the woman with the sausage casing luggage was in the wrong trailer. “Ernestine” didn’t look like she would make a mistake like that, and she did have a key to the door. This new young woman appeared a whole lot less sure of herself.

Sylvia knew that the polite thing would have been to say hello, but her sister, Alice, had written of her nephew’s pending deployment, and she couldn’t bring herself to step outside. She had this sense of dread and knew she had to pull herself together before her shift in the morning. For now, a little gin and grapefruit juice would have to get her through the afternoon.