MAYE WEST MYSTERIES

This isn’t part of the book; I’m just poking fun at my history.

Maye West here! The name’s the same; however, the game’s different. The real Mae West would spin in her grave at the thought that people would compare me to the ultimate sexpot. She was a big-busted, blonde bombshell with a potty mouth (for her time).  My only claim to fame is a sharp tongue and a potty mouth, and maybe the bust. I am 5 ft. 4 inches tall with Red wavy hair courtesy of Clairol # 44R, Green/Brown eyes that turn totally Green if you piss me off, which, by the way, is not that difficult! People who know me say I can go from Sweetheart to Bitch in 60 seconds. I’d like to think my deductive reasoning is noteworthy, but that remains to be seen.

Mom thought that naming her kids after famous people would make them famous!  Why she thought that a famous name would give me a leg up on the ladder of success when, being born in a little shack in East Corinth, Maine, is still a mystery to me.  The story that my brothers used to tell was that I was born at home; then Mom went to the Hospital to make absolutely certain there would never be another one like me.  Cute, huh?  Nice guys!  I choose to tell the story a tiny bit different – after two failures, my brothers – she got it right! ME!

So how did I end up in the big city of Glendale, in Maricopa County, Arizona?  Good question.  In the winter we live in Paradise, and in summer we live in Hell!  My chosen profession sometimes makes me think the latter applies year-round. “But it’s a dry heat” only works when the temperature is below 100-120 degrees.  I’m not complaining, mind you; I did come here for the Sun. I LOVE floating in my pool while getting a glorious tan.  Please, no lectures about the dangers of the sun; I need all the Vitamin D that I can get. Besides, only “Mad dogs and Englishmen” go out in the noon-day sun! 

I left Maine after two snowstorms back to back dumped 30 inches each, on everything; by the way, that’s 5 feet!  I came to Arizona via the wonderful state of Washington, where I proceeded to acquire webs between my toes and the feathers on my legs, in Grays Harbor County where the annual rainfall is 164 inches, that’s over 13 feet!

What’s a gal do if she only has a high school education?  I signed up for Real Estate School.  In Washington State, at that time, you could start selling Real Estate with a Temporary Permit while you took the Real Estate Course and eventually, hopefully, passed the State Real Estate Exam. Cute! What Bureaucratic Lunacy was that? 

I signed up for Real Estate School, and a Broker friend asked me to come work for him at Smith & Smith Realty (the name was changed to protect the guilty).  I was thrilled!! Somebody wanted to hire me!!!

If you read my first book, “Murder on Lake Haverly,” in the “Maye West Mysteries” series, you might have recognized me. I was a Realtor for close to 30 years in Washington and Arizona.

Go to www.brendacolbathbooks.com  And you will find places where that book is available for purchase, along with my other 20-plus books.

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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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