Diminutive English rose, JL Simpson, was stolen away by a giant nomad and replanted in a southern land filled with gum trees and kangaroos. She quickly grasped the meaning of G’day and mate whilst steadfastly refusing all attempts to convert her to Vegemite. She loves sharing tales about unexpected twists of fate. Holding on to a steadfast belief every obstacle can be overcome, she spends her moments of solitude creating adventures where mystery and mayhem collide. Please welcome Janet as my Wednesday guest.
When Judy offered me a spot on her blog I was delighted and a little bit concerned. What on earth could I write for a blog with the name stew in the title? My lovely husband is the cook at my house. The man is a magician. He spends hours reading up on recipes and experimenting with new flavors. We rarely eat out, and why would we when I have my own personal chef.
When we were first married, and our boys were little, I was the homemaker, chief cook and bottle washer. I used to announce that dinner was ready by yelling, ‘slops up,” which might give you some idea about why he took the apron off me. It’s not that I can’t cook, it’s just not something I enjoy doing, unless it’s dessert. I make a killer lemon meringue pie, but you can’t live on pie. When I went back to full time work we reversed roles and a chef was born. My husband had hidden talents that even he knew nothing about. Once he discovered his culinary bent I was happy to step back and let him go for it.
My aversion to cooking even spills into my writing. I’ve never had a heroine who can create a meal anyone would actually want to eat. In fact I kind of like writing anti-heroines. In my new book, Lost Cause, Daisy Dunlop is hopeless in the kitchen but her husband loves her anyway. When you write stories with a humorous bent it’s fun to create characters with flaws. Burnt food, inappropriate clothing and a woman with an aversion to physical exercise is a great foil for an immaculately dressed male PI with a love for the good things and a lifetime membership at the local gym.
Before anyone points the finger, Daisy is not based on me. My cooking has never poisoned anyone, I have a unique sense of style and my personal trainer will confirm that I am fully paid up member of the local gym. Also, I have never been shot at or blown up, unlike poor Daisy.
Daisy Dunlop thinks heir hunting will be an adventure. The man charged with ensuring her safety thinks it will be murder.
Learn more about Janet at these sites: Website: http://jlsimpson.com/;