Since early childhood, Lala has been passionate about all the arts. She is a painter and a former stage performer. Early work careers blended high-end real estate sales while becoming president of an interior design firm.
Her fifth grade teacher, Miss Macy, was the first mentor to suggest she consider a career in writing. That extension of the arts, the written word, turned into a full time passion in 2001.
- Endorsement and long-term mentoring from the late Sidney Sheldon
- Published in regional magazines, newspapers, writer’s guides and journals.
- Award winning poetry.
- Endorsements from USA Today, The Arizona Daily Star, Andrew Neiderman [author of the Devil’s Advocate], J Carson Black, CJ West, The Virtual Scribe, Paris Afton Bonds, and many other remarkable authors.
- Widow’s Row
- CoverBoys & Curses
- Evil Cries
- Kiss and Kill. Endorsed by USA Today as MUST READ SUSPENSE
- Bye Bye Bones, endorsed by Betty Webb and JCarson Black.
Readers and reviewers applaud her hallmark original plots, her in-depth character portrayals, rich scene settings, and authentic dialogue, all delivered with a fresh new voice. Oh, and her TWISTS!
Lala is a desert rat. She nestles there with her husband of over 26 years along with Finnegan & Phoebe— Teacup Yorkies weighing in at nine pounds….. total.
Borrowing from the title of Bill Gates’ brilliant book, Business @ the Speed of Light, it is all about that speed.
Have you noticed the faster patterns of speech? All of these electronics and gadgets, I idealistically thought, were to give us more time. Instead, we seem to be cramming more into each day and each conversation.
I live in the desert and I’m trying to learn Spanish. When I drop across the border I constantly have to say, “Mas lentamente, por favor.” More slowly, please. I want to say this to so many English speaking people in my own backyard. Slow down.
Many persons today have lost the art of conversation. They have no concept of a pregnant pause, inflections, or emphasis. Their words come out in a stream of consciousness.
What the heck does this have to do with writing?
If setting a story in today’s time, we must emulate our world’s trends in dialogue. Today people say, “You’ve got…” “You’ve got to get a hold of yourself.” “You’ve got to kill him.” “You’ve got mail.” This is not proper English but this is how we talk.
And beyond dialogue it gets even crazier.
Do you remember in the eighties when we might pick up a book by a favorite author but often we had to read a good chunk of it before we knew the essence of the story?
When I first started writing full time I was advised by my agent and editor to get that hook out there in the first three chapters. Then it became a hook at the end of the first chapter.
Advancing to 2005, Noah Lukeman came out with the new bible for writers, The First Five Pages. I still have my copy. I do refer back to it and I continue to recommend it.
At the speed of our new means of communication, the tides have turned again, in rapid succession. Writers were told to grab their readers in the first chapter. Then, the first page. The first paragraph. Yikes!
With five books published, I think I have one killer opening sentence. “She smelled like hell’s testicles.” Now, I’ve never smelled hell’s testicles, and I think it’s a sure bet that my readers haven’t had this experience. It does draw them in. They are there at the scene. An imaginary world where they immediately inhale a beyond-this-world stench.
Hemmingway’s longest sentence was in his book, Green Hills of Africa. An amazing 424 well-crafted words. This is quite the dichotomy as you read all of my fragmented sentences. Fiction writers of today are charged with writing tight prose, but we have to bring our readers into our make-believe world. We do this with well-chosen descriptions, using all of our five, and sometimes six, senses. We use clipping dialogue for those characters we create that talk fast. At least on the written page we know what they are saying.
It’s a challenge. One we’re all up for @ the speed of words.
Jaxon Giles’ beloved dog is dead. He can’t prove it, but he knows who killed Gecko. His stalking ex-wife wants to take away anything and anyone he loves.
Private investigator Cassidy Clark agrees to run surveillance, while in the midst of helping the city of Tucson.
Women are disappearing. Gone. Were they murdered? Kidnapped and being held captive? A cult that enticed them to leave all belongings behind?
Without bodies and any crime scenes, there is no DNA. No evidence. No trace.