 Tornadoes are never funny. In fact, they are just the opposite—horrible acts of God that cause destruction and change lives in ways most of us can’t even imagine. Not funny. I grew up in Kansas and saw my share of them but was never personally affected by one. However, I have several friends that have been, especially after the devastating Joplin tornado in 2011 and the Baxter Springs, Kansas tornado in 2014. So why would I choose to have a tornado make a grand appearance in my new book, CALL ME CASS, when those of you who read my books know that they tend to be on the humorous side? Simple. Bad things happen to good people all the time. While the novel certainly has some sad parts for those that have followed this series, the way my characters come together, in their quirky, off-beat sort of way, is really a celebration of the heroes of a storm, and that was my point. As I said, I have several friends that have told me stories about the two tornadoes above and I’m going to shout-out to two in particular, Terry Leeper and Preston Ryser, who are characters themselves, and told me several stories. I can’t lie, some of the things they told me were used in my book, of course names and places and sometimes outcome changed, but one thing in particular that I used relates to them personally and something Terry told me about the day of the Joplin tornado… My books are told in alternating POV’s, and during editing, one of the POV’s, that of Daze Harper, was taken out (for good reason). Daze is an interesting guy, sometimes lovable, sometimes offensive, who has a wife that likes to protest the sinful ways of the local strip club, a teenage daughter that is a little out of control, a half-blind, three-legged dog that he loves, and a brother, Pet, who is kind of his sidekick. So his take on the storm, or at least the events leading up to it, were important to me. And since it was removed from the final book, I took those scenes and made a companion short story, DAZE BEFORE THE STORM, which is free to download. And well worth the few minutes to read if you are a fan of my books. What does that have to do with my two friends? In the short story, I had to consider what a guy like Daze Harper would do knowing his wife was out in the storm at the exact point that the funnel sets down, knowing it was heading straight for him and his daughter, and of course his dog. He would do his best to protect those he loved. But when he and Pet find themselves in a situation where they can’t protect themselves, what would they do? They would do exactly what Terry and Preston did. They would… That I can’t tell you, you’ll have to read DAZE BEFORE THE STORM to find out. Did I mention it’s free to download? And remember, it’s a companion piece to CALL ME CASS, so to find out what happens to everyone else during and after the storm, pick up a copy of CALL ME CASS! 
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 I recently read a book that was very highly rated and honestly, I would have thrown it across the room had it not been on my Kindle Fire. I wondered if the editor, maybe, fell asleep while going over it. That would be understandable since I knocked out at least six times in the first three chapters. This seems to be happening a lot to me lately--get the 'must-read' of the season and then I hate it.
This has always been a problem for me when it comes to movies. It seems all that a movie needs to be a huge hit is for me to hate it. How do you find a book or a movie that you will love? Just ask me, and do the exact opposite. I know pretty much every woman on the planet loved Dirty Dancing. Except, of course, me. Sure, Patrick Swayze was fun to look at, but that was about the extent of my interest. First of all, the dancing wasn't that dirty. Second, Baby was a dork. Another one that makes me cringe that others seem to like is Footloose. Semi-cool kid moves to small town and all he wants to do is dance. That is way cool, man. Saturday Night Fever goes country. Cool guy wins a race in a bus against a kid whose dad owns a track, even though cool kid has never driven a bus before. Cool kid falls for (of course) the preacher's daughter. Sorry, I had a cliche seizure about halfway through that one. Then there is my all-time (NOT) favorite: Rudy. Oh, I know, it's an inspirational film. You can do anything you set your mind too, blah, blah, blah. It should have been promo-ed as "If you are willing to let an entire football team kick your ass for ten years, they may let you on the field for one play." Not very inspiring to me. Sounds more like a death wish. As for the movies? Put Baby in a corner and give me franks and beans every time. I'd rather be beaten with a wire hanger than watch Kevin Bacon acting cool at a high school prom. And Rudy? No. A football team is supposed to be dancing together to Gloria Gaynor in a jail cell, not beating the crap out of the little guy. |
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