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THE MOVIE GAME REMAKE SERIES, January 17, 2014

Today's entry in the movie remake series is a lovely romantic comedyand a real Cinderella story. Can you guess the name of the film and its two charming leading ladies?
Last week's remake duo was The Flight of the Phoenix.That's hunky Dennis Quaid in the 2004 remake, and Jimmy Stewartwith his shirt on in the original 1965 film.

THE MOVIE GAME REMAKE SERIES, January 10, 2014

Today's MOVIE GAME will kick off a three-week series featuring movie remakes.
You see two very different styles of hero in the 1965 version and the 2004 remake.Guess the name of the film and the actors playing the plane's captain in the two pictures. 

In last week's movie, we see only six brothers with Jane Powell.That's because the seventh brother, Howard Keel, is missing.And the movie is . . . Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

THE MOVIE GAME, January 3, 2014

Lucky lady, with six good-looking men.Wait a minute, someone is missing!
Can you guess today's movie?

"Town Haunts" Coming Out in February 2014

Tag line:  “It takes a witch to catch a ghost.”
Cemetery caretaker Sherman Mason is horrified when he hears his dead wife calling to him from her grave on Thanksgiving night.  He asks newcomer Tiernay Rae, a gorgeous witch and the proprietor of the Healing Hands store, to hold a séance to find out what’s making his wife’s ghost restless.  Tiernay hasn’t had time to establish a coven in town, however, so her roguish brother, Greg, suggests that Anna Nolan and her old friends, May and Erna, fill in ‒ “the maiden, the mother, and the crone” as he calls them.  But with Halloween fast approaching and the séance unleashing a malicious evil in the town of Crane, can Anna and her friends trust Tiernay to get the job done?
Town Haunts is the second novel in the Anna Nolan mystery series.To be published by Comely Press in February 2014.

Who's Your Favourite Scrooge? - THE MOVIE GAME, Dec. 20, 2013

Today's posting in THE MOVIE GAME Christmas series is going to be different because I'm going to give you the answer right away!  After all, who wants to talk about Christmas movies on January 3rd?

So, my favourite Christmas movie is - drum roll, please - A Christmas Carol!  And my favourite Scrooge is Alistair Sim in the 1951 film version.  That's him up above.

There are two other very strong contenders for my favourite Scrooge.  George C. Scott is one.  With his trademark leonine gruffness and ferocity, he was born to play Scrooge before his reformation.  



And my family and I love Michael Caine (well, we love Michael Caine, period) in The Muppet Christmas Carol.  Although we have to skip the part where Belle tells the young Scrooge that their relationship is over in "When Love is Gone," and Michael sings a duet filled with regret with her.  Breaks our hearts every time.



But I love Alistair Sim.  Remember the part in the movie where he's eating his supper at a gloomy restaurant and tells the waiter, "More bread."  The waiter tells him that more bread will cost him extra, and he says, "No bread."  He sums up the miserly soul of Scrooge in that small scene without a single, "Bah!  Humbug."  But the expression of youthful joy and thankfulness on his face when his conversion to humanity is complete is unparalleled, in my humble opinion.  What an expressive face Alistair Sim had!



Now, to last week's double-header.  This scene with Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby looking so silly as they aped Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen was from White Christmas.  A great holiday treat with lots of singing and dancing.  



Or, if you prefer something a little more understated but with plenty of romance and holiday nostalgia, there's Jimmy Stewart and Margaret Sullavan in The Shop Around the Corner.  



This was fun!  I've enjoyed sharing some wonderful movies with you, whether they were Christmas films or not.  Looking forward to my first post of THE MOVIE GAME in 2014.  Until then . . .

First Draft of Town Haunts Finished

Huzzah!  Even as I type, I'm printing out the first draft, plus revisions, of the second mystery in the Anna Nolan series, Town Haunts.  A few of my family and friends, plus some members of my creative writing group, have generously agreed to read it and give me their feedback.  My goal is to publish it in February 2014.

I've put in several long days lately to make the deadline for the first draft, as my husband and daughter can attest, and am looking forward to taking a couple of weeks to attend to other business and enjoy the Christmas season.  A break between revisions is always a good idea, allowing me to return to my work with fresh eyes. 

Would you like a sneak peek?  Here's the first chapter of Town Haunts.  If you would like me to e-mail you when the book is available as an e-book or paperback, be sure to leave your name and e-mail address in the "Contact Cathy" app to the right of this post.  Your information will be kept absolutely confidential, of course.

Happy holidays, everyone!


Town Haunts
Chapter One
            It was the middle of the night, but Sherman couldn’t sleep.  Too many old demons whirling around his brain and pricking at his conscience.  Frustrated, he threw back the covers and sat up on the edge of the bed, the soles of his feet chilled by the bare floor boards.  Running his hands through his clipped, grizzled hair, he pushed himself off the bed, jammed his feet into slippers, and limped downstairs in his shorts and undershirt.              The kitchen was dark, but Sherman didn’t bother with the lights.  He fumbled for a water glass from the cupboard and took the vodka bottle out of the freezer.  The blue light from the stove’s digital clock was enough to see by as he poured two fingers’ of Smirnoff into the glass and put the bottle back.  Leaning against the counter by the kitchen sink, he took his first sip.  Ahh.  The alcohol was cold and smooth going down the back of his throat.              Meaning to count to twenty before taking a second sip, he rested the glass on the sink and looked out the window past the dingy curtains.  The house was set up high on a hill next to the Crane municipal cemetery, allowing him to see over the wall into the grounds.  For a moment, he thought he caught a flicker of light through the trees.  He rubbed his eyes and stared, straining to see it again, but the wind was up and the trees were thrashing.  There; he saw the light again, briefly.  Maybe it was one of those blasted kids up to no good.  They had no respect for the dead, knocking over tombstones, spray painting ugly messages on the walls, and leaving empty beer cans right on top of the graves.  He’d better take a look, or else he might have a mess to clean up tomorrow.            Forgetting to savour his drink, Sherman downed the rest and hurried upstairs to put on his pants and a warm jacket.  It was mid-October in the Alberta Foothills, and the nights were getting frosty.  He grabbed his cemetery keys and hobbled down the stairs as fast as his sore knee would let him.  Letting himself out of the house, he slid down the damp grass heading for the gate in the cemetery wall.  The door screeched as he opened it, and he cursed himself for not keeping the hinges oiled.  Easing the door shut behind him, he paused in the flat orange light beneath a security lamp.              Everything was still except for the gusting wind.  He could see his breath coming out in excited little puffs, and smell the tangy wood smoke from the houses on the far side of the church.  He shivered as the wind penetrated his clothes.  It was too cold to stand still for long, so Sherman crossed the cemetery road and set off across the frosty grass.  The sky was enshrouded in thick, grey cloud, and it was inky black among the plots.  He got his bearings from the familiar tombstones, running his hands over their chilled, smooth surfaces as he hobbled past them.  Pausing by a stone angel, Sherman peered to the left, toward the older part of the cemetery.  That was the direction the light had been coming from when he had seen it from the kitchen window.            There it was, blinking through a stand of twisting evergreens.  He crept toward the trees, taking his time so as not to snap a twig along the way.  Was that whispering he heard?  He paused to listen, but the branches were creaking too much to be sure, so he kept on.  Reaching the evergreens, he edged around them carefully, trailing his hands over their rough bark.              He knew exactly where he was.  There was a bench on the other side of the trees with a plot directly in front of it.  The words inscribed on the black tombstone read, “Evelyn Mason, Beloved Wife and Mother, April 17, 1951 – November 2, 2011.”  Evie’s grave.  He rounded the trees and burst out of hiding.            “What do you think you’re doing here?” he hollered.  But there was no one there, just the dim outline of the tombstone.  He hesitated, sure that this was where he had seen the light.            “Sherman . . . ,” a voice sighed plaintively on the wind.  He jerked his head sideways, trying to follow the sound, but it was impossible to tell where it came from.  His hands clutched the bench for support, the metal cold and hard beneath his fingers.            “Who’s there?” he yelled, straining to see in the dark.              “Sherman . . . ,” the voice moaned, emanating from the heart of the plot deep in front of him.  His breath came in short gasps and his legs were shaking.            “Sherman!” the voice shrieked, piercing his ears and squeezing the breath from his lungs.  He turned to run and tripped.  Clawing at the ground, he staggered to his feet, terrified of skeletal fingers clutching at his shoulder.  He tore across the grass and ran between the plots, barking his shins on more than one tombstone.  He found the ring road and pushed himself down it, running and hopping as fast as he could.  Reaching the door in the wall, he flung it open and staggered up the slope for home.              Thank God he had left the front door unlocked.  Once inside, he shot the bolt home and ran upstairs to cower in bed with the ceiling light on.  He lay there, his heart thumping erratically in his chest, and willed it to calm down.  “Mental imaging” the people at the hospital had called it.  He swallowed hard and tried to think.  Was he crazy, or had his wife just called to him from the other side of the grave?            Her photograph was on his bedside table in a polished silver frame, the only valuable thing still left.  Staring at the beautiful young woman with shining blue eyes smiling into the camera, a snort of laughter burst from his lips. He laughed and laughed until his eyes ran and he was gasping for breath.  The laughter subsided, and he picked up the picture and clutched it to his chest.            “I’m sorry, Evie,” he said, his voice cracking.  

THE MOVIE GAME Doubleheader, Dec. 13, 2013

Since I am limiting myself to just three weeks of classic Christmas films this year,today's choice was a tie.  That's right, I couldn't decide which film I preferred, so I'm including them both.One of them is a musical with a big cast and splashy song and dance numbers,and the other is a small, black and white film that spawned two remakes, In the Good Old Summertime (which mostly takes place at Christmas), and You've Got Mail.If you can guess both movies, have an extra big glass of eggnog!
Last week's movie was Meet Me in St Louis, starring Judy Garland.The song which she made so popular was "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." 

"The Marriage Market" Free on Kindle December 9-13

My regency romance, The Marriage Market, is free on Amazon Kindle from December 9th to the 13th.  Click on this link to download it.

"A determined young woman in search of a husband with two best friends competing for her affections. An ambitious widow who defies social convention by going into business for herself. A rakish lawyer who falls disastrously in love for the first time. These are the central players in this old-fashioned Regency romance. The Marriage Market will sweep you from the ballrooms of the 'haute ton' in Bath to a romantic vineyard in Tuscany." 

The Indietribe

The Indietribe website is promoting my two Goodreads giveaways for Framed for Murder  and The Affairs of Harriet Walters, Spinster .  Based in England, The Indietribe is dedicated to helping self-published authors promote themselves and prepare their next book for publishing.  Click on this link for the "Newsflash" about my giveaways.

THE MOVIE GAME Christmas Series, December 6, 2013

I'm going to dedicate the three Fridays before Christmasto some wonderful holiday films.

Today's entry has a terrific Christmas segmentwith a song that's become a seasonal favourite.Do you know the name of this film and it's star?Bonus points if you can sing the song!
Last week's movie was Victor Victoria starring the wonderful Julie Andrews.