Rejection is something with which most authors are
quite familiar. Even very famous writers—everyone from Voltaire to Stephen King
received their share of “thanks but no thanks” letters from editors. So it’s no
surprise that Lois Winston, she who writes about me, collected a thick stack of
rejection letters before selling her first novel.
There’s some speculation that the tide finally turned
in Lois’s favor after her agent bought her a handcrafted Voodoo doll in New
Orleans. This was not just any souvenir Voodoo doll, though. This was a Voodoo
God to Overcome Rejection. The instructions stated:
Your doll is
a medium to focus on a problem or desire. You can personalize with hair, small
photo, or any small personal item. Tuck them into doll. To make a ceremony,
every morning and every evening light a candle or incense stick. Stick pin in
doll—heart for good, stomach for bad. Say aloud three times your desire or
intention. Concentrate on your objective for three minutes. Repeat for nine
days.
Lois refuses to say whether or not she performed this
ceremony, but she did eventually sell her first book and has gone on to publish
many more, including eight books and three novellas about me. Recently she
received a proof copy of the trade paperback of Handmade Ho-Ho Homicide, the eighth Anastasia Pollack Crafting
Mystery, shown above with the Voodoo God to Overcome Rejection.
Handmade
Ho-Ho Homicide (Pre-order ebook now;
print available 10/1)
An Anastasia
Pollack Crafting Mystery, Book 8
Two and a half
weeks ago magazine crafts editor Anastasia Pollack arrived home to find Ira
Pollack, her half-brother-in-law, had blinged out her home with enough
Christmas lights to rival Rockefeller Center. Now he’s crammed her small yard
with enormous cavorting inflatable characters. She and photojournalist
boyfriend (and possible spy) Zack Barnes pack up the unwanted lawn decorations
to return to Ira. They arrive to find his yard the scene of an over-the-top
Christmas extravaganza. His neighbors are not happy with the animatronics,
laser light show, and blaring music creating traffic jams on their normally
quiet street. One of them expresses his displeasure with his fists before running
off.
In the
excitement, the deflated lawn ornaments are never returned to Ira. The next
morning Anastasia once again heads to his house before work to drop them off.
When she arrives, she discovers Ira’s attacker dead in Santa’s sleigh. Ira
becomes the prime suspect in the man’s murder and begs Anastasia to help clear
his name. But Anastasia has promised her sons she’ll keep her nose out of
police business. What’s a reluctant amateur sleuth to do?
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