Jerry Peterson, the writer and his books

  

Word-Gram

I put out an e-newsletter from time to time. It's supposed to be a monthly, but sometimes I miss. Then I'll put it out more frequently when a special event is coming up.

I'll give you my most recent e-newsletter, and, if you like it and would like to keep up with my books and what I'm doing, shoot me an email. I'll put you on the list.

Two things first.

The e-newsletter started life under the name Memo from the Sheriff's Office, so named because the main character in my first book, Early's Fall, was a Kansas sheriff.

Recently, I renamed the e-newsletter because Sheriff Early appears in only four of my 15 books. The new name? Word-Gram.

I'm a wordsmith. I stitch words together . . . to make stories, so Word-Gram the e-newsletter now is.

Now the picture above. In the very old days, before email, newsletters were delivered to you and me by U.S. Mail. The gun in the photo above is not a gun.

It's a mailbox.

 

 

Memo: June 29

Newsletter news . . . This one gets a new name!

I created this newsletter way back in 2008, to promote my first book, Early's Fall, to friends around the country. It needed a name, so I called the newsletter Memo from the Sheriff's Office . . . because the principal character in that first book was a sheriff, James Early.

Fourteen books since and Early appears in only three of those 14. So a new name for this newsletter is appropriate.

Word-Gram works for me. Because that’s what I do as a writer. I work with words, stitch them together into stories.

 So here’s my word for you today . . . contemporaneousness. It’s a noun meaning the quality of being current or of the present.
 
 
And here’s the story behind that word
 
I’m not a luddite, but I didn’t get a cellphone until last year. My step-daughter gave it to me.
 
It’s a smartphone and certainly smarter than I am, but slowly I’m learning what it can do. For example, it can complete book sales for me.
 
A couple weeks ago, I was at a regular event that I do in the early summer and four people who wanted to buy books asked me if I took plastic. No, said I, but I do take checks and cash always works. Said each one, I don’t carry cash or checks, only plastic. I don’t carry cash or checks either. And then I thought about it . . . I just blew off $60 to maybe $80 in sales because I couldn’t take charge cards.
 
Well, I’ve got a smartphone. So I went online to Square dot Com. Got the app on my phone, and my card reader came a couple days later in the mail. I practiced with it, and I’m ready to go.
 
I have contemporaneousness.
 
 
One more story
 
I’ll be 80 in a little less than three years. So I’ve launched a writing project I’ve titled 80 Candles. I’m writing 80 short stories, one for each year that I’ve lived. And on my birthday in 2020, I’ll bring out those stories in a massive anthology. To date, I’ve written six, and I’ve outlined seven more. You can read one of those stories, “Old Roy & The Cincinnati Kid,” on my website. Here’s the link. Enjoy.
 
Until the next time, keep on reading . . . if not my books, then the books of my friends. I’ve got lots of them.

 

Memo: April 24

Fellow crime writer comes north

Tomorrow – yes, Saturday – Chicago crime writer Michael Black journeys north to my state, to Mystery To Me Bookstore in Madison, where he will talk with crime and mystery fans about the CSI Effect . . . how real is what we see on television?

This is stuff he knows well from his career as a cop on the streets. You see that reality reflected in Mike’s novels (25) and short stories (more than 100). He’s a darn good writer and a splendid storyteller.

So do this if you’re in the Madison area, hustle to Mystery To Me . . . and get there by 2 o’clock to claim a seat. You’re in for a splendid afternoon.


I get to ask David McCullough a question

The good people at Goodreads selected me as one of a panel of readers to ask questions of historian David McCullough for a story Goodreads will feature in its May newsletter . . . the story to coincide with the release of McCullough’s latest book, The Wright Brothers.

Great timing for me because I’m now reading McCullough’s biography of Harry Truman, a mighty tome at almost a thousand pages and one fascinating read.

I wanted to ask McCullough whether he does as James Michener did, employs researchers to do the leg work for him of getting the raw materials, the source materials that he then draws on in his writing . . . but someone else beat me to that question.

So here’s mine: “Mr. McCullough, I’m really curious, with so many fascinating people and incidents in our American history to research and write about, how do you decide this is the one I want to do rather than that one? And following on, who or what is the subject of your next book and why?”

Next month we’ll know, won’t we?


How’s this for a bookstore

This morning, I found this message from Facebook in my in-box: “Carol Hoenig invited you to like Turn of the Corkscrew, Books & Wine.”

Could Turn be a bookstore?

It is, so I LIKED it. Hey, all of us writers are bookstore junkies.

But then I got curious. Where is Carol’s store? Yes, she’s one of the owners. A click on ABOUT, told me . . . Rockville Center, New York. That’s on Long Island, on the South Shore.

A bookstore where you can both buy a book and get buzzed. What’s there not to like about that?


A new short story for you

I’m like Mike Black, I’ve written a pile of short stories. You can read my latest, “Big Shooter,” on my website now. Click here to get there . . . and enjoy. If you want to pour yourself a glass of wine first, hey, that’s all right with me.

 

Memo: December 24

Merry Christmas

If you’ve been a regular reader of Memo for more than a year, you know I write an annual Christmas story and have been doing that now for 14 years . . . or is it 15?

I’ve posted my latest for you . . . and just in time for Christmas. Click on this link to enjoy “The Least of These.”

That story also is in my latest Christmas short story collection, A James Early Christmas – Book 2. You can get the print book from Amazon. The e-book is not up yet, but should be in a week or so.


‘Longmire’ rides again

Back in the summer, A&E cancelled the three-year-old Longmire series that you and I so much enjoyed. This show was based on Craig Johnson’s series of Walt Longmire Mysteries.

People like us, angered by the cable channel’s decision to kill its highest-rated scripted drama, took to social media and email in a campaign to get Longmire back on television somewhere . . . and we won.

Netflix last month picked up the show, contracting for 10 episodes for a fourth season.

Read the details on my website. Here’s the link . .


Doing up a book signing right

Edgerton Books & Art hosted me to a James Early Christmas book talk and signing earlier this month.

Store owners Russ and Jan Veitch know how to do these events right. They start out by making sure all who come have a warm glow before the show starts. Russ and Jan serve wine and cheese and other goodies and more wine and still more wine. Coffee was offered, but I didn’t see anyone take any.

Then, after the event is over, Russ makes Tom & Jerry’s for all the guests who want to stay and visit . . . and a goodly number do with glass in hand.

Merry Christmas, Russ and Jan, and thank you for such a fine evening.


Wanted: People who like books

If writers are to prosper, if literature is to prosper, we need lots of readers, not just those who love books.

Chicago Tribune cultureal critic Julia Keller wrote about that a few years back. Here's what she had to say:

This is going to irritate about 97 percent of the writers I know, and it may even cost me a few precious friendships, but here goes:

You don’t have to love books. It’s OK just to like them.

It’s OK to be a casual reader, a sometime scholar, an occasional consumer of print.

It’s acceptable to read a book every once in a while, for the simple reason that you happen upon one that intrigues you – without quitting your job, selling your furniture and going back to graduate school in comparative literature.

In the midst of last weekend’s wonderful Printers Row Book Fair, I listened to author after author, moderator after moderator, panelist after panelist (including me), automatically refer to the assembled multitude as “book lovers.”

Now, book lovers are wonderful.

Book lovers are essential.

I love book lovers. But it occurred to me that the audience surely included a good number of people – perhaps even a majority – who, if pressed, would classify themselves as “book likers.” As people who enjoy reading, as people who respect authors and seek knowledge, but for whom reading is not a consuming, world-obliterating, walls-come-tumblin’-down passion.

If literature is to survive beyond the next few years, assailed as it is by the triple whammy of brutal economics, shrinking attention spans and unrelenting competition from less demanding pastimes, it will survive as much because of book likers as book lovers.

Book lovers remain a fairly stable unit from century to century, a crucial but relatively small segment of the population for whom words are life itself. Book lovers, that is, aren’t a growth area.

But book likers – those whose livelihoods don’t depend on the publishing industry, those who might be teachers, roofers, chefs, accountants, tow-truck drivers, financial analysts or waitresses – constitute a huge potential market.

The number of book likers can readily expand, depending on how solid a case we make for the merits of a particular book – and how well the book, once opened, does its job.

The miracle of the Harry Potter series, after all, is how many new readers it has lured into literature’s tent. Author J.K. Rowling performs her greatest magic on people who heretofore weren’t regular readers. Her works reach out to book likers, not just book lovers.

Book likers are literature’s only real hope; they are its last, best chance.