Tales from the A List Trail Part 3, and, Field of Bones in Paperback is coming!

Lots of news today. First off THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to all the people who bought The A List Early and often! Because of you we made #9 on the Wall Street Journal list, and #13 on the New York Times, both print and combined.

Between the Tucson Festival of Books and the A List tour, I’ve spent the better part of a month on the road.  With Bill stuck at home with health issues for the Arizona part of the tour, I did some of my own driving. In Phoenix, I had the luxury of having a media escort, Nancy Stuebe, who besides being the epitome of professional, was also great fun. Not only that, she saw to it that I made it in and out of my favorite Phoenix restaurant, La Piñata, THREE times in five days. That’s a much appreciated record!

Joanna Brady Book #18

The big news right now is a call out to all my DTRs of the paperback variety because the mass market edition of Field of Bones, Joanna #18, goes on sale April 30. (Some folks object to my calling my die-hard paper and ink fans Dead Tree Readers. Most get a kick out of it. For the record and out of deference to the grammatically inclined, the word Dead in that phrase is an adjective modifying the noun Tree. It is NOT it is not meant to impugn either the the age or the relative vitality of ANY of my readers!)

In terms of writing, I’m two books away from Field of Bones, but here’s a word of warning as well as a spoiler alert: You most likely won’t be able to finish reading this book without encountering a terrible craving for meatloaf. As a public service you’ll find a recipe for Grandpa Jeb’s meatloaf printed at the back of the book.

Now on to other news. It’s Holy Week, a week that will be remembered for the destruction of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. People are vowing that they will rebuild that 800 year old gem of Christianity. I trust that will be the case, although I know it will not happen in my lifetime.  Yet I’m hopeful too, because this week, last Sunday in fact, the whole world witnessed a living, breathing example of redemption.

I paid attention to only one Tweet this week, and that was from a very noisy bird, singing his heart out on the 14th Tee of the Augusta National Gold Course.

Twenty-two years ago, we all watched in wonder as a talented young golfer named Tiger Woods appeared on the scene, seemingly out of nowhere, and walked away with a coveted green jacket from the Masters. I remember hearing television announcers at the time raving about how good he was and that no one would be able to beat him. For a time that seemed to be the case—right up until it all fell apart.

After years of winning,Tiger seemed to lose his way and went wandering in a very dark wilderness. He had physical issues with his back and his knees that crippled his game and required multiple surgeries. I have no doubt that his much publicized addiction problems grew out of a dependence on what were initially doctor prescribed medications. Those have been responsible for all too many falls from grace and family tragedies—the kind that never make it to news headlines but that nonetheless leave behind a trail of tears and broken hearts and bodies.

So last Sunday, after an eleven year drought between Masters wins, Tiger was back. He’s older now, and wiser, too, it seems. His hair is thinning. Maybe some of the fire has gone out of his game, but he played with a kind of resolute determination that was inspirational to anyone who witnessed it. And after sinking that last game-winning putt on the eighteenth green, the heartfelt hugs he gave to both his mother and children left me with goosebumps. He had come back from the depths and battled his way to triumph. It’s a story that’s familiar to me, because I’ve lived it. I, too, know something about loving and losing and rising from the ashes.

Last week in Camp Verde, a woman came up to the signing table, touched the cover on her copy of my book of poetry, After the Fire, and said, “You wrote this just for me.” If you’ve come to one of my presentations, you’ve probably heard me read from and talk about that book and the journey it describes—that of loving and eventually losing a husband to the grip of addiction. But it’s also the story of coming out of that darkness and finding a way to not only go on but eventually win through.

The signing line at Camp Verde wasn’t a place for a private conversation, so I asked the woman, whose initials are EJP, if she would mind sending me a note. With her permission, I’m quoting her e-mail in its entirety:

“I had the pleasure of meeting you at your book signing in Camp Verde. The life stories you shared that day were funny, charming and one even frightening. It was certainly a wonderful way to spend a little time. While waiting for you to sign my copy of After the Fire, I wondered if I should mention the impact that book had on me. I decided you needed to know. I made a comment to you that, “You don’t know it but you wrote that book for me”. I have read many books that have impacted me profoundly but none as much as this particular one. There are many of us with stories of broken hearts and broken promises that never find our voices. This book lets us all know that we are not alone. I am so very grateful to you for putting your story in print for all of us. I feel lucky to have met you. Thanks again for the wonderful book.”

Whew. Thank you, EJ. That comment from you, received days after I left Arizona, made the whole tour worthwhile. There’s nothing that means more to a writer than knowing something you have written really impacted a person on the “other side of the page.”

And so for those of you who have never been to a presentation, here’s the title poem from After the Fire.

I have touched the fire.
It burned me, but I knew I lived.
It seared me, but it made me whole.

He called me.
I went gladly though I saw the rocks.
Fell laughing through the singeing air.

I have touched the fire.
I’ll live with nothing rather than with less.
The flame is out. There’s nothing left but ash.

It’s only when you hit that very low, dark place—the point of no return where there’s nowhere left to go but up—when you can finally start the long climb out of the pit.

It was true for Tiger Woods. It was true for J.A. Jance.

God willing, it will be true for Notre Dame.

Happy Easter.

21 thoughts on “Tales from the A List Trail Part 3, and, Field of Bones in Paperback is coming!

  1. Thank you for always being willing to open up! You are a Blessing to many and I count myself lucky enough to have seen you on a few occasions. I love your books and I think I have made a convert of a friend!
    Have a Blessed Good Friday and a Glorious Easter

  2. Thank you for your thoughts. A former hairdresser posted something on FB about high school where she was playing with hair and he was playing golf! I knew immediately something was up with Tiger! I was so out of touch, I hadn’t even realized the Masters was on. So, I sat through the whole rerun. Tiger always seemed like a personal connection as I lived a block away from the GC where he honed his craft.

    The determination of France to rebuild and two exceedingly wealthy citizen’s contribution to the rebuild, gives us hope. I doubt it will be in my lifetime either, but one can pray. Thank you for reminding us of the resilience of spirit and reminding me that France has risen twice before.

  3. All I can say to this is your one of the most gifted writers I know, and your blog personifies that gift. It is as rewarding to read your blog as your wonderful books, and thank you for taking the time to speak to us “on the other side of the book!”

  4. I have been to Notre Dame Cathedral several times. During Holy Week in 1975 I was there with a college class. It was really crowded because it was the Easter break for French schools, too. I am glad that I first got to see it in a January when there were few tourists around. Thank goodness the stained glass windows escaped the fire. Other items can be repaired, but those are priceless.

    I don’t mind being referred to as a Dead Tree Reader. I have a hard time thinking of paper as being made from wood only as I think it is a mixture of things. I prefer reading a hardcover book mostly because sometimes a paperback is hard to read if print is too close to the spine.

    Thank you for sharing your life with us. Happy Easter.

    • I have read every JA Jance book that you have written. They all reside in my permanent library and I do go back every three or four years and read them all again. I love getting the new ones so I can reunite with several old friends in a different scenario. Keep it up Ms. Jance. I would miss your books terribly!

  5. This was a wonderful blog and wonderful story. I’m a huge fan of your writing and it’s obvious why. You are an intelligent, caring, thoughtful and brave woman. The A-List was a great read. I read it in two sittings, though I’m grieving right now, as I lost my husband less than two months ago, after 55 years of marriage. Some days are worse than others, but having another J.A. Jance book to read has helped. I’ve read all of the Ali Reynolds, and J.P. Beamont series. Some of the Joanna Brady books, but Ali and J.P. are my favorites. Waiting anxiously for another J.P. Beaumont and hope there WILL be one. Thank you J.A. for your inspiration and wonderful writing.

  6. I have been watching Tiger for years, through all the triumphs and messes. Rising from the ashes is an apt description and he worked so hard to make it happen. I was struck by the fact that he said over and over, “We did it, we did it!” He fully realized that it was a team effort and many had helped him on the journey and acknowledged that. He is a class act.

  7. It was great seeing you again in Tumwater, WA. I still remember you signing “To Officer Carr” on books 1 and 2 at B. Dalton at Factoria Mall in Bellevue…some 30 years ago. I still love reading of JP Beaumont’s escapades. Yes, you do get “the cop stuff” right!
    Here’s to the next 30 years.

    • I’m reading the A List right now thanks to my Kindle E-Reader! Your books just keep getting better and better as time goes along!

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