Hi there, guys and dolls! The girls are hard at work developing the third Poppy Cove Mystery (the follow-up to STRANGLED BY SILK and DEATH OF A BEAUTY QUEEN) and I must say it’s a doozy — not everyone is who they seem, and that’s all you’ll get from me.
In the meantime, they just love to let me tweet away my words of almost wisdom — BJ’s DT’s — which stands for Barbara Jean’s Daily Tweets, for those of you just getting acquainted with them. Monday through Saturday, I share some tidbits of my haphazard life and perspective, which is not always morally or socially correct. Oh well, I am after all just an alter ego who tries to have a life!
The tweets started out as just random thoughts and quotes that reflected the life and times of the 50’s. The very first one was, “All can be solved with a cocktail, kitten heels and a smile.” They referenced culture, dating, social perceptions, with a little humor. There was no real pattern, rhyme or reason. Then the girls started thinking more about my “real” fictional life. Who was Barbara Jean? What did she think? What was her life?
As it turned out, yours truly is a flirt with an active social life and am somewhat domestically challenged. I write of my fellow Santa Lucians, but as many girls of my time, the lure of big business caught my attention and I manage to hold down a job in a big office, complete with up and coming junior executives, inefficient upper management, marriage hunting/gold digging secretaries and ambitious social climbers. I still don’t know exactly what I do there, but it does involve a pink typewriter and I get a pay check, so I’m not complaining.
Through this, a pattern of the tweets emerged. Mondays are about some kind of weekend escapade — “Sometimes it’s a whirlwind romance, and sometimes it’s a tilt-a-whirl…” Tuesdays, a domestic situation — “My life so much nicer now that I have a pool boy. I don’t have a pool, but still…” Wednesday, adventures in the workplace — “Isn’t the boss cute when he thinks he’s in charge?” Thursdays are escapades in the dating world — “You know it’s time to end the date when he REALLY shows you his etchings.” Fridays are all about cocktail culture — “No, I don’t have a drinking problem. The glass is empty, I fill it, I drink it. No problem.” And Saturdays reflect weekend social events, people and places — “Overheard in the powder room – ‘He preferred his pop tarts in the 36-24-36 variety.’”
Of course, there are special times of year and I just love the holidays. Andrea and Heather are lining up my version of the traditional carols to share with you soon, in the meantime, I’ll leave you with last year’s version of THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS, which was broken into twelve days of tweets, naturally. Please sing along 🙂
“On the first day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: A Stool Pigeon on the Lam!
On the second day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Two Bartenders.
On the third day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Three Red Herrings.
On the fourth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Four Chorus Boys.
On the fifth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Five Shocking Plot Twists!
On the sixth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Six Shiny Edsels.
On the seventh day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Seven Strangling Silk Scarves.
On the eighth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Eight Champagne Cocktails.
On the ninth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Nine Guilty Suspects.
On the tenth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Ten Conga Dancers.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Eleven Buried Leads.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my Toy Boys gave to me: Twelve Mistletoe Kisses!”