Guest blogger: Nan Macomb, a character from Death by Grammy
If you’re new to Kay’s blog you probably don’t know me, but I’m sure the old-timers will remember the good old days when Loralee, Emma and I took turns blogging on Fridays. Then Kay decided to do a rewrite or she got mad about something one of us said (not sure which, she can be passive aggressive) and pulled us from the blog. Just like that. No warning or anything.
Well, she finished the rewrite, spent forever editing it, ran it by her critique group, then started that archaic practice of querying. And what do you know! She found an agent. And said agent perused the website and strongly suggested she invite us to post again. We considered saying, “no,” but we’re not spiteful people and, after all, she did create us, so…we’re back!
I’m Nan and I’m the star main character in DEATH BY GRAMMY which, by the way, used to be called Murder on Music Row. She changed the title because this other dude, Stuart Dill, named his book Murder on Music Row-A Music Industry Thriller. Well, we can tell you we weren’t thrilled because it meant we’d need to change our title lest people confuse the two. We read the book and it is indeed a music industry thriller but–get this–the victim wasn’t even murdered ON Music Row. He was shot at the Grand Ole Opry and died later at Vanderbilt Hospital. Now that really got us up in arms, but we’ve decided we like our new title even better. Kay’s youngest godson calls her Grammy so there’s a little double entendre going on. And here’s a piece of irony. Kay went to college (in another state) with Mr. Dill’s brother. He was president of their freshman class; she was vice-president. Small world.
Well, back to our book. My ex-boyfriend, Randy, a big-wig music producer, was killed. I’ll tell you up front. I didn’t kill him, but unfortunately the police and his wife aren’t so sure. Yep, he was married—thus the ex—boyfriend part. Things weren’t looking so hot for me, so I asked my two BFF’s to help prove my innocence and maybe even find the real killer.
Randy and I had been seeing each other for about two years before all this mess. Now, I want to go on the record as saying I did not know he was married when we started dating. Really, I didn’t. And by the time I found out, he already had me under his spell. Fool that I am I believed he’d leave his wife and love me forever—just like he said. Then one of my clients (I’m a hair stylist) told me she’d heard that Amy (that’s his wife) was pregnant. Let me tell you, I went major league ballistic. I called him names that would to this day get my mouth washed out with soap, and I’m thirty-five years old! Lucky for me neither my mother nor my grandmother was within hearing distance.
Well, I’m not supposed to tell too much of the story, but I haven’t told you anything that you wouldn’t find out in the first couple of chapters. My two best friends, other characters from DEATH BY GRAMMY will alternate weeks with me for this guest blogging spot so you’ll see one of them next week. Until my next turn…