author Alretha Thomas helps me wrap
up the week by chatting about her new novel, The Women on Retford Drive.
journalism, Alretha soon realized her interest in her major was not heartfelt.
Instead of writing news stories, she wanted to write plays and books. Several
years later, her church gave her an outlet to fulfill her writing desires
through their Liturgical Fine Arts Department wherein Alretha penned twelve
community response was overwhelming. This led to plays outside of the church,
including Alretha’s One Woman, Two Lives,
starring Kellita Smith (The Bernie Mac Show), directed by four-time NAACP Image
Award Best Director recipient, Denise Dowse. The production garnered rave
reviews from critics and audiences.
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her stepdaughter, Blythe Pritchard, an aspiring attorney, form a pact to start
fresh and pursue their dreams. But their plans go awry when Keith Pritchard,
Julia’s soon-to-be ex-husband and Blythe’s father, goes missing and is presumed
dead, the day they plan to move out of his mansion.
The women are filled with bittersweet emotions
when they consider the idea that Keith, a tycoon and functional alcoholic,
could be out of their lives for good. Moreover, they fear the police will name
them as persons of interest because of the abuse they suffered at Keith’s
hands. Julia believes Keith hasn’t met with foul play but orchestrated his own
disappearance, hoping the women will be blamed. However, Blythe believes her
father is dead. When the police reveal a damning piece of evidence, which could
result in one of them being charged with Keith’s possible murder, they join
forces to find out what happened to him. Did one of the women go off script and
kill Keith, or is another agenda at play, unbeknownst to the women and the
police, that’s far more sinister?
almost like I’m channeling people and situations from other times or
dimensions. I know that sounds a little out of the box, but it’s true. A story
about a mother and stepdaughter who together fight a common enemy just filled
my spirit one day. After I created the characters, the entire story
crystalized, and I was able to sit down and create an outline and proceed from
and my heart sinks. Oh no, not now. Please don’t pull me over. Please. I
need to get home. Why didn’t I stop? I should have stopped. Exasperated with
myself and now fully alert, I look ahead for a place to park. The tree-lined
street in the small business district is jam-packed with vehicles. I spot a
public parking lot and slowly pull in, with the cop riding my bumper. I park in
the first available space and he blocks me in.
beating down on me through the windshield of my Mercedes, wondering what he’s
doing. Sweat dripping down my chest and back, I tug on my blouse that’s glued
to me like a second skin, then place my wet hands on the steering wheel, my
gaze shifting to the dashboard clock, its numbers screaming at me. I have to
meet the movers in thirty minutes. If I miss them, I’ll have no one to blame
but myself. My stomach flips when the officer heads my way.
says, “Ma’am, have you been drinking?”
barely 10:00 a.m.—too early to drink. “No, I haven’t had anything to
drink, I promise.”
You were weaving in and out of lanes, and you just blew through a stop sign.”
mother at the nursing home. She has Alzheimer’s. Please forgive me.” I offer
him an apologetic smile.
license, registration, and proof of insurance.”
rifles through the paperwork, then pauses. His eyes dart from my face to the
license and back again, as if I’m wanted in four states. I swallow hard. What’s
wrong? Then he gives me an unexpected smile. “Julia Pritchard … Ah … You played
the mother of those triplets on that sitcom. My kids were addicted to that
show. You still acting?”
comeback.” The show was canceled a decade ago, but it’s still in syndication.
I’m rarely recognized. With an ailing mother, a stalled career, and a
life-changing move, the last thing I need is a traffic citation. I pray he
feels the same.
for you. Anyway, get some rest and be careful,” he says, eyeing the bruise on
my forehead. “And good luck with your mother.”
so much for understanding, officer. I really, really appreciate this.”
car. I take off—not too fast—full of gratitude, hoping the movers haven’t left.
When I visit my mother Sophie at the nursing home, it’s hard to say goodbye. I
hate leaving her there because they’re always short-staffed, and they don’t
know how to handle her when she has her periodic fits. Now that I’m leaving my
soon-to-be ex-husband, Keith, she’ll be able to live with me and my
stepdaughter Blythe in our new apartment. The thought alone gives me an
you working on next?
happens next. Currently, literary agents are reading what is actually the
second standalone novel in my Dancing Hills Mystery Series. The Women on Retford
Drive is the first book in the series. If that book gets represented and sold,
then it will no longer be a part of the Dancing Hills Mystery series. My next
project will most likely be writing a second book for my new publisher. After
I’ve fulfilled my contractual obligation, I’ll write a book to follow The Women
on Retford Drive. While all that’s going on, I have adapted The Women on
Retford Drive to stage. Yep, I’ve written the stage play version. I’m looking
for a producer. I’d love to see it go up in June 2019.
did you first consider yourself a writer?
strangers were buying my book and posting reviews. That was amazing.
you write full-time? If so, what’s your work day like? If not, what do you do
other than write and how do you find time to write?
retired from Corporate America. Since that time, I’ve been writing fulltime and
it’s amazing. Before I leave the house, I have devotion in my prayer room. It consists
of singing, prayer, writing a Dear God letter, and meditation, not necessarily
in that order. I start the work day off by checking my email and all my social
media websites. I answer all requests and get to work, depending on what tasks
are at hand. I may query an agent regarding a current work or edit a work in
progress. I’m also acting fulltime, so I may have an audition I have to prepare
for. Last month was very busy because I had a huge book launch event, and I
coordinated the entire event. So I had to deal with catering, invites, securing
the room, casting actors who performed scenes at the event, while at the same
time editing and auditioning. I thank God that I was able to get it all done.
very comfortable when I write. Thus, I write in very loose-fitting clothing.
Usually my blue sundress my husband bought me or my ripped up blue robe. I
guess it’s something about blue. Lol. I also must have my desk fan blasting. I
have about a half dozen little stuff animals and toys that I keep to the right
of me. I think they’re my good luck charms. I
also love listening to music, especially music that fits the mood and tone of
what I’m writing.
you grew up?
teacher gave the class a short story assignment.
I got an idea to write a story about a bag boy in a supermarket who falls in
love with a young customer. I guess you could say that was my first romance
story. The following day our teacher congratulated the entire class on our
work. However, she said there was one story that stood out. And that story was
mine. I nearly fell out of my chair. I couldn’t believe it. She read it aloud
and the class was riveted. While I was watching the expressions on the faces of
my peers, I knew in that moment I wanted to be a writer for life.
with the readers?
you from the bottom of my heart for taking precious time out of your life to
read and review my books. It means the world to me.