Monday, November 3, 2008
Carol McPhee interview

Welcome, Carol McPhee, to Barb’Ed Comments. Her romance, Something About That Lady is available from http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/ After enjoying her interview, please leave a comment.
Carol lives in Nova Scotia, Canada, with Karl, her husband of over forty-six years. With their four children grown and flown, there is time to enjoy researching locations that will give authenticity to her stories. As soon as she finishes one story, another is burning in the back of her mind, its characters prodding her to let them out. Please visit her website at: http://www.geocities.com/carolmcphee2003
Hopefully, visitors have already read your bio, so I’m not going to ask you to tell us about yourself. Instead, what do you find the most difficult about being a writer? The most difficult thing is finding the time to write when inspiration strikes.
What is your hero’s biggest challenge? In Something About That Lady, Jed Cameron's greatest challenge is to trust that the heroine isn't a gold digger.
Carol lives in Nova Scotia, Canada, with Karl, her husband of over forty-six years. With their four children grown and flown, there is time to enjoy researching locations that will give authenticity to her stories. As soon as she finishes one story, another is burning in the back of her mind, its characters prodding her to let them out. Please visit her website at: http://www.geocities.com/carolmcphee2003
Hopefully, visitors have already read your bio, so I’m not going to ask you to tell us about yourself. Instead, what do you find the most difficult about being a writer? The most difficult thing is finding the time to write when inspiration strikes.
What is your hero’s biggest challenge? In Something About That Lady, Jed Cameron's greatest challenge is to trust that the heroine isn't a gold digger.
What is your heroine’s biggest flaw? Brie Beaumont's biggest flaw is her monumental fear of being hurt both physically and emotionally again.
What prompted you to write this story? I choose my stories to fit a particular locale that impresses me. I've lived in Alberta and the sheer beauty shouts romance. Add to that a rancher intent on living his life solely devoted to his land and an attractive but unwanted female guest and sparks are bound to fly.
What is your least favorite genre? Would you ever consider writing it?
I would never consider writing science fiction.
I would never consider writing science fiction.
Who has helped you the most?
The experience and wisdom of other authors has helped me the most.
The experience and wisdom of other authors has helped me the most.
Do you have a favorite theme? Eg: love conquers all; good vs evil; How do you use it?
My favorite theme is: woman in jeopardy as in Undercover Trouble.
My favorite theme is: woman in jeopardy as in Undercover Trouble.
What have you learned about yourself from your writing?
From my writing I have learned that by letting my imagination soar, it will reward me with fun times and good stories.
From my writing I have learned that by letting my imagination soar, it will reward me with fun times and good stories.
Why will your reader think your book is different?
I try to incorporate unexpected twists and give the reader aha moments from time to time.
Excerpt from Something About That Lady
One
She shouldn’t have come! From the moment two well-worn, black leather cowboy-booted feet hit the ground and the pilot
She shouldn’t have come! From the moment two well-worn, black leather cowboy-booted feet hit the ground and the pilot swaggered around the nose of his plane toward her, Brienna Beaumont knew she shouldn’t invade Jed Cameron’s territory.
Brie inhaled sharply and pressed her fingernails to her palms but still failed to calm the butterflies twirling in her stomach. The merciless sun beating down on Vancouver airport’s tarmac added to her distress. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead and hoped her underarms didn’t display their discomfort.
The gleaming Cessna 210 drew her attention when she noticed the heat waves rippling above the metal surface of its bright yellow wings. The plane’s engines purred, poised for take off. Brie hurried to catch up with her new friends and Alaska cruise mates, Matt Cameron, blind part owner of the Circle C, and his foreman, Hank. They had begged her to return with them to their ranch in Alberta. Their friendship on board Holland America’s Ryndam had begun to erode her past year’s misery. Grateful for their help, she couldn’t back out and disappoint them.
They quickened their steps to greet the pilot, Matt’s brother, Jed. When Jed Cameron removed his sunglasses, Brie’s heart flip-flopped. His deep brown eyes twinkled as he grabbed Matt by the shoulders in a brotherly show of affection. Until his gaze fell on her.
Brie focused on the tall, lean and--judging by his scowl--surly man standing in front of her. At six-foot-two, he towered a good six inches over her. His coal black hair displayed a sprinkling of gray, but an errant forelock dipped low on his forehead, gave him a boyish appeal. For some indeterminate reason, she had offended him; his scathing appraisal told her so.
She stopped dead in her tracks. She had not even opened her mouth, but felt as if she were a piece of meat, inspected by him and found unfit for human consumption. She inwardly cringed; she had been made to feel like that before.
Brie carried on with her own examination knowing it wasn’t as tasteless as his. His deeply tanned, wind-burned complexion contrasted sharply with the white sparkle of his teeth. She wished he were toothless to destroy her initial impression of how handsome this guy was. If she could only get out of this arrangement and climb into a taxi for the short drive home. At least the jitters wouldn’t attack her in her apartment.
Against her better judgment, she had agreed to this additional excursion shortly before leaving the ship. She wished she had time to pick up other clothes. Her suitcases contained feminine, cool-weather duds, perfect for the cruise they had ended this morning, but suitable for a cattle ranch? Not likely.
Dressed in a dark green, long-sleeved shirt and beige palazzo pants, Brie forced herself to endure the suffocating heat and humidity. She pushed her long burnished tresses back from her face and prayed it would be cooler aloft. Why hadn’t her instinct kicked in and goaded her back to The Gallery so she could focus on her artwork? Then she remembered her instinct had advised her to take the Alaska cruise. The trip had given her hope that her emotional wounds had started to heal. Maybe some part of her wanted to accept this further challenge and continue the process.
Matt’s introduction carried an uncompromising tone. "Jed, meet our guest, Brie Beaumont." Had Matt expected Jed’s antagonism?
"Ma’am." Jed nodded, but he didn’t remove his hat or offer his hand.
"I’m pleased we’re meeting after hearing so much about you, Mr. Cameron." She ducked when a large plane thundered its takeoff overhead. She wrinkled her nose at the overpowering smell of jet fuel.
"Don’t believe everythin’ they said. Matthew’s been known to exaggerate and Hank’s not a helluva lot better." He winked at Matt. Hank shrugged his innocence and the pilot grinned.
Trying to appear unperturbed, Brie extended her hand. She glanced up at Jed’s face and wondered if the man would refuse to shake it. Was his rudeness a bluff or her imagination running rampant? He took the bait with obvious reluctance, but his grasp was firm, too firm. She was glad the handshake didn’t last long because her fingers stung from his tight squeeze, a deliberate show of power. If he thought he impressed her by his display of strength, he was wrong--she’d had enough strong-armed tactics used against her to last a lifetime.
"I’m really glad Brie is going to be staying at the ranch, Jed," Matt said. "She guided me around the ship when Hank was seasick. I think she deserves a longer vacation since I took up so much of her time."
Brie reached down and patted Matt’s hand. "It was a pleasure to help you enjoy the scenery, Matt. It forced me to look at the landscape in more detail so I could describe it to you. I felt like I was seeing everything through your eyes and that made it extraordinary."
"If you two are through fawnin’ over each other, we’ll get underway," Jed muttered. "There’s a lot of work waitin’ and we’re burnin’ daylight, Miss Beaumont."
"It’s Mrs. Beaumont, but please, call me Brie."
"Your family in the cheese business?"
Her mouth dropped as she noticed the lack of humor in his voice. She choked back the lump in her throat. She had always liked her first name; it was the Beaumont that caused her to want to puke. If she could, she would switch back to her maiden name, but changing monikers was for divorcées, not widows.
"Have you ever flown in a small plane before, ma’am?" Jed’s neutral question surprised her. She had expected a snarl.
"This will be my first time, and I’m excited. After enjoying our cruise so much, the flight will be doubly rewarding." She noticed he did a double-take at her last statement. As he pivoted on his heel, she saw his jaw flinch. What’s his problem? Had she unknowingly increased his irritation? In the midst of rolling her eyes at Hank, Jed turned back and saw her. His dark eyes flashed a warning.
"You don’t have any responsibilities to take care of?" Jed asked, walking backward. His eyes pierced her like they were pitching shards of glass.
"I called my friend, Carol, from the ship after I accepted Matt’s invitation. I told her where I was going; she volunteered to take over my obligations."
As they caught up with him, Jed turned and grumbled into Matt’s ear, "Is ‘Matthew’ too formal for the lady?"
Brie’s fingernails dug into her palms. He was the first stranger she had ever met with the ability to irritate her right away. She’d be damned if she would let him keep the upper hand.
Something About That Lady: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/
Other releases:
A Spirited Liaison: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise/
Undercover Trouble: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/Alaskan Magic: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/
Strong, smart, sensuous heroines, heroes to die for.Carol McPhee: http://www.geocities.com/carolmcphee2003
I try to incorporate unexpected twists and give the reader aha moments from time to time.
Excerpt from Something About That Lady
One
She shouldn’t have come! From the moment two well-worn, black leather cowboy-booted feet hit the ground and the pilot
She shouldn’t have come! From the moment two well-worn, black leather cowboy-booted feet hit the ground and the pilot swaggered around the nose of his plane toward her, Brienna Beaumont knew she shouldn’t invade Jed Cameron’s territory.
Brie inhaled sharply and pressed her fingernails to her palms but still failed to calm the butterflies twirling in her stomach. The merciless sun beating down on Vancouver airport’s tarmac added to her distress. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead and hoped her underarms didn’t display their discomfort.
The gleaming Cessna 210 drew her attention when she noticed the heat waves rippling above the metal surface of its bright yellow wings. The plane’s engines purred, poised for take off. Brie hurried to catch up with her new friends and Alaska cruise mates, Matt Cameron, blind part owner of the Circle C, and his foreman, Hank. They had begged her to return with them to their ranch in Alberta. Their friendship on board Holland America’s Ryndam had begun to erode her past year’s misery. Grateful for their help, she couldn’t back out and disappoint them.
They quickened their steps to greet the pilot, Matt’s brother, Jed. When Jed Cameron removed his sunglasses, Brie’s heart flip-flopped. His deep brown eyes twinkled as he grabbed Matt by the shoulders in a brotherly show of affection. Until his gaze fell on her.
Brie focused on the tall, lean and--judging by his scowl--surly man standing in front of her. At six-foot-two, he towered a good six inches over her. His coal black hair displayed a sprinkling of gray, but an errant forelock dipped low on his forehead, gave him a boyish appeal. For some indeterminate reason, she had offended him; his scathing appraisal told her so.
She stopped dead in her tracks. She had not even opened her mouth, but felt as if she were a piece of meat, inspected by him and found unfit for human consumption. She inwardly cringed; she had been made to feel like that before.
Brie carried on with her own examination knowing it wasn’t as tasteless as his. His deeply tanned, wind-burned complexion contrasted sharply with the white sparkle of his teeth. She wished he were toothless to destroy her initial impression of how handsome this guy was. If she could only get out of this arrangement and climb into a taxi for the short drive home. At least the jitters wouldn’t attack her in her apartment.
Against her better judgment, she had agreed to this additional excursion shortly before leaving the ship. She wished she had time to pick up other clothes. Her suitcases contained feminine, cool-weather duds, perfect for the cruise they had ended this morning, but suitable for a cattle ranch? Not likely.
Dressed in a dark green, long-sleeved shirt and beige palazzo pants, Brie forced herself to endure the suffocating heat and humidity. She pushed her long burnished tresses back from her face and prayed it would be cooler aloft. Why hadn’t her instinct kicked in and goaded her back to The Gallery so she could focus on her artwork? Then she remembered her instinct had advised her to take the Alaska cruise. The trip had given her hope that her emotional wounds had started to heal. Maybe some part of her wanted to accept this further challenge and continue the process.
Matt’s introduction carried an uncompromising tone. "Jed, meet our guest, Brie Beaumont." Had Matt expected Jed’s antagonism?
"Ma’am." Jed nodded, but he didn’t remove his hat or offer his hand.
"I’m pleased we’re meeting after hearing so much about you, Mr. Cameron." She ducked when a large plane thundered its takeoff overhead. She wrinkled her nose at the overpowering smell of jet fuel.
"Don’t believe everythin’ they said. Matthew’s been known to exaggerate and Hank’s not a helluva lot better." He winked at Matt. Hank shrugged his innocence and the pilot grinned.
Trying to appear unperturbed, Brie extended her hand. She glanced up at Jed’s face and wondered if the man would refuse to shake it. Was his rudeness a bluff or her imagination running rampant? He took the bait with obvious reluctance, but his grasp was firm, too firm. She was glad the handshake didn’t last long because her fingers stung from his tight squeeze, a deliberate show of power. If he thought he impressed her by his display of strength, he was wrong--she’d had enough strong-armed tactics used against her to last a lifetime.
"I’m really glad Brie is going to be staying at the ranch, Jed," Matt said. "She guided me around the ship when Hank was seasick. I think she deserves a longer vacation since I took up so much of her time."
Brie reached down and patted Matt’s hand. "It was a pleasure to help you enjoy the scenery, Matt. It forced me to look at the landscape in more detail so I could describe it to you. I felt like I was seeing everything through your eyes and that made it extraordinary."
"If you two are through fawnin’ over each other, we’ll get underway," Jed muttered. "There’s a lot of work waitin’ and we’re burnin’ daylight, Miss Beaumont."
"It’s Mrs. Beaumont, but please, call me Brie."
"Your family in the cheese business?"
Her mouth dropped as she noticed the lack of humor in his voice. She choked back the lump in her throat. She had always liked her first name; it was the Beaumont that caused her to want to puke. If she could, she would switch back to her maiden name, but changing monikers was for divorcées, not widows.
"Have you ever flown in a small plane before, ma’am?" Jed’s neutral question surprised her. She had expected a snarl.
"This will be my first time, and I’m excited. After enjoying our cruise so much, the flight will be doubly rewarding." She noticed he did a double-take at her last statement. As he pivoted on his heel, she saw his jaw flinch. What’s his problem? Had she unknowingly increased his irritation? In the midst of rolling her eyes at Hank, Jed turned back and saw her. His dark eyes flashed a warning.
"You don’t have any responsibilities to take care of?" Jed asked, walking backward. His eyes pierced her like they were pitching shards of glass.
"I called my friend, Carol, from the ship after I accepted Matt’s invitation. I told her where I was going; she volunteered to take over my obligations."
As they caught up with him, Jed turned and grumbled into Matt’s ear, "Is ‘Matthew’ too formal for the lady?"
Brie’s fingernails dug into her palms. He was the first stranger she had ever met with the ability to irritate her right away. She’d be damned if she would let him keep the upper hand.
Something About That Lady: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/
Other releases:
A Spirited Liaison: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise/
Undercover Trouble: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/Alaskan Magic: http://www.champagnebooks.com/ and http://www.fictionwise.com/
Strong, smart, sensuous heroines, heroes to die for.Carol McPhee: http://www.geocities.com/carolmcphee2003
Labels: Carol McPhee, interview, Something About That Lady
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Halloween drawing and Rhodes End short story

As part of Halloween fun, I’m having a random drawing for those who leave a comment by October 31, 2008 at midnight for a $10 gift certificate at The Wild Rose Press.
This is a good time to introduce you to my favorite New England town. Rhodes End is located on a confluence of ley lines that draws magic and paranormal activity. Dog-legging the corners of Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts, it fails to appear on many maps due to various boundary and settlement disputes. This isn’t far from Hartford. Major highways to both Boston and New York City cut through the hills less than a mile away. It exists in my imagination and is the setting for my paranormal, Ancient Awakening.
This is a good time to introduce you to my favorite New England town. Rhodes End is located on a confluence of ley lines that draws magic and paranormal activity. Dog-legging the corners of Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts, it fails to appear on many maps due to various boundary and settlement disputes. This isn’t far from Hartford. Major highways to both Boston and New York City cut through the hills less than a mile away. It exists in my imagination and is the setting for my paranormal, Ancient Awakening.
Welcome to Rhodes End’s Halloween where All Hallows’ Eve is celebrated on the Town Green.
Two churches bracketing the wide swath of grass like book-ends dispense orange and black decorated candy bags. The scents of cinnamon, burning candles and scorched pumpkin drift on the breeze. An owl hoots from a hollow tree in the ancient cemetery behind the church. The nearby streets are dark and empty in stark contrast to the noisy party-goers. No-one goes from house to house yelling Trick-or-Treat since an incident in 1943 that no one claims to remember.
A huge bonfire lights the night where excited children toast marshmallows donated by Nelson’s grocery store and parents drink heated apple cider from Styrofoam cups. Peter’s Pluckers’, a local blue-grass band is stomping out ‘Turkey in the Straw’ to loud clapping at the gazebo strung with bobbing skeletons and ghosts. Johnson’s Orchard donates huge tubs of shiny green Granny Smith’s for bobbing. The dripping faced kids hardly wait to be dried before running off to another game. Colorfully attired townsfolk escort laughing, excited children from event to event. Everyone wants to keep the little ones safe tonight.
Costumed or painted to reflect their own personality, every child is present except Mickey Burton. He has the measles. A few giddy teenagers who dared each other to climb the flat-topped boulder on Witch’s Rock Road, run onto the green shrieking. One shouts she saw a shape fly across the face of the rising full moon. Parents nod wisely and laugh. Kids!
The full moon rises as the evening wanes and the younger children are taken home, protesting through wide yawns. Parents cast uneasy glances into the shadows. Older children drift to the games and food offered inside the church halls. More and more are encouraged to return to the safety of home as the hour grows late.
The costumed crowd oddly thickens. The patrolling police cruiser stops to allow two witches, a werewolf and a ghoul to cross the street. Headlights pick out gleaming red eyes. A casual wave is exchanged.
Under the huge silver moon, the townsfolk circle the bonfire as midnight approaches. Thankfully, a full moon doesn’t occur every All Hallows’ Eve. The churches shoo the remaining families home, shut off the lights and lock their doors.
A few brave souls linger, nervously glancing over their shoulders. The air is electric with nerves, fear tickles. A dozen witches gather to one side. Shadows conceal details, but a gleaming fang or claw occasionally reflects the flames. Hair, hide and patchy skin conceal the wearers. Too many red eyes reflect the light.
A thick-set man wearing a knit cap feeds wood onto the fire and flames leap voraciously skyward. The crowd pulled back then surges closer. It’s almost midnight, the witching hour. The heavy wood-smoke mingles with a coppery smell of fresh blood and rotting flesh. Circles within the circle join hands and murmur. Not all are willing, but they must protect their secrets.
The Congregational church clock bongs, once, twice, and the flames explode up in a column of sparks. Three, four, five…chanting echoes across the Green. Six, seven, eight, nine… skeletal figures twist and turn, stretch clutching fingers from the seething flames, almost breaking free. Demons howl. Ghouls curse. Ten, eleven… the chants strengthen until they drown the unearthly noise. The threatening figures shudders with rage. Tonight is their night to walk free!
Twelve…
With a weary sigh, the fire shapes disappear. The fire dies. Only embers remain.
The crowd silently melts into the night leaving a few shivering adults to wonder what they just saw.
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Labels: Drawing, Halloween, Rhodes End
Monday, October 20, 2008
Interview with Therese Kinkaide

Welcome Therese to Barb’Ed comments. Her book, Luther’s Cross, is a November release from Wings-Press. Feel free to leave a comment.
Therese Kinkaide holds a BS in Political Science, with a minor in Psychology and a Master’s Degree in Education. She is a former member of the National Writers Association, as well as former president and current member of the Quincy Writers’ Guild, a local writers’ group. Ms. Kinkaide has a self-published book entitled Betrayal. She has published short stories in ezines such as Lovewords, Pens on Fire, and Crime & Suspense. Ms. Kinkaide recently had a story accepted for publication in L&LDreamspell’s anthology Mysteries, Dreams, & Darkness. Ms. Kinkaide is a member of the Illinois Poetry Society and has had poems published in The Poet’s Pen.
Therese Kinkaide holds a BS in Political Science, with a minor in Psychology and a Master’s Degree in Education. She is a former member of the National Writers Association, as well as former president and current member of the Quincy Writers’ Guild, a local writers’ group. Ms. Kinkaide has a self-published book entitled Betrayal. She has published short stories in ezines such as Lovewords, Pens on Fire, and Crime & Suspense. Ms. Kinkaide recently had a story accepted for publication in L&LDreamspell’s anthology Mysteries, Dreams, & Darkness. Ms. Kinkaide is a member of the Illinois Poetry Society and has had poems published in The Poet’s Pen.
Ms. Kinkaide lives in the Midwestern US with her husband, children and a much loved long-haired dachshund.
For more information on her writings, including her novel Luther’s Cross which will be published in November, visit her website at http://www.theresekinkaide.com/ .
Q. What do you find the most difficult about being a writer?
A. Obviously there are times when something about the writing process can be difficult, whether it’s getting started on a new piece or facing a blank screen and wondering where the words are supposed to come from. However, I think the most difficult part of writing is working alone. I have a college education; I have a masters’ degree in education, but I’ve chosen to stay at home with my children and focus on a writing career. I feel like many people think I’m crazy to try this, and I think a lot of people tend to see writing as a hobby for me. I belong to a writers’ group. We meet once a month, September through May. It’s good to mix with other writers, but sometimes it’s not enough. Writers need feedback, and I think most of my friends and family get tired of me talking about my characters and plots. Once I get an opening, once someone asks me about what I’m working on, I can go on and on and talk until I suddenly realize that my ‘listener’s’ eyes have glazed, and I am getting the polite nod now and then. I don’t want to bore anyone with my crazy ramblings about my characters, but I crave that attention and interest.
Q. What is your hero’s biggest challenge?
A. Jay Bryant’s biggest challenge is breaking down the walls Ellie Jordan has built around her heart. Jay is a divorced, ‘summer vacation only’ dad. He’s dated since the divorce, but he’s never fallen for anyone and he’s never risked his son’s heart with a woman. When he meets Ellie, he knows she is the one. And he knows, even if she doesn’t, that she is exactly what he and his son need.
Q. What is your heroine’s biggest flaw?
A. Ellie Jordan is stubborn. She’s a woman with a past, and she is determined that the life she lives now is punishment for the past. She believes she loves Jay enough to let him go, but it is fear that holds her back. She’s afraid to be happy, because she believes being happy will make her the shallow, selfish person she used to be.
Q. What prompted you to write this story?
A. This story started with a character. Several years ago, I was at a Cardinal baseball game with my husband and his parents. I am a people watcher, love to observe people and catch bits and pieces of conversations and wonder what makes a person tick. There was a couple in front of us that caught my attention. They were cute, obviously very much in love. I based Jay Bryant on the guy.
I wanted to write a story about learning to cope with a personal loss, a huge personal loss such as Ellie experienced. I love the complexities of human relationships, so I really wanted Ellie to find herself tangled in Jay’s family. I needed her to be so tangled in their emotions and they in hers, that she didn’t have a prayer of running away.
Q. What is your least favorite genre? Would you ever consider writing it?
A. I have always been a big reader. I read romance, women’s fiction, mysteries and crime novels. I enjoy young adult fantasy. I read horror sometimes. I don’t know that I have a least favorite genre to read. I haven’t read a lot of science fiction, and I don’t read much chick lit, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it when I do read something in either genre. A year ago I would have said I would never attempt to write fantasy or science fiction, but I have toyed with it. I have ideas for a young adult fantasy trilogy; I’ve written a few chapters but I admit I haven’t worked on it recently.
Q. Who has helped you the most?
A. My readers. I’m just getting started with the publishing experience, but I’ve shared my writing in one form or another for several years. I get comments from friends and family and emails from people I’ve never met, who might live half way across the world. Every comment, every email touches me. Sometimes I’m having a bad day with writing, feeling like the work in progress is too much trouble, but then I’ll get an email from someone who has read something and it makes my day. And I’m not just saying that, ask my husband. Knowing someone lives and dies with my characters is a huge thrill for me.
Q. Do you have a favorite theme? Eg: love conquers all; good vs. evil; How do you use it?
A. I don’t know that I have a favorite theme. Right now my writing interests are all over the board. I have a suspense novel I am working on; I would say it is good vs. evil. I just finished a young adult manuscript, which focuses on the friendship between a fourteen year old boy and a fourteen year old girl. I have plans to write another young adult book, which might be considered good vs. evil and might be considered a study in friendships. I think my work is mostly character driven, so the theme works outward from who my characters are and who they are involved with.
Q. What have you learned about yourself from your writing?
A. I’m a very reserved person; shy, conservative-whatever you want to call it. But I do think I’ve learned about myself and others through my characters. I’ve learned that it’s okay to be reserved. It gives me more time to study others and to understand the dynamics of relationships. That insight enables me to write stronger dialogue, and writing that dialogue makes me think more about what I say to people in my life.
Q. Why will your reader think your book is different?
A. My writing style is a bit different, or so I’ve been told. I read so much, and I admire so many authors. I think I’ve developed my own voice, which might be a blend of a few of my favorite writers. I’ve grown so comfortable with that voice that I often hear it narrating events in my real life.
Excerpt:
“You don’t wanna love me, Jay,” she whispers.
“Little too late,” he answers. He leans toward her and touches his lips to hers. She tastes like summer and rain and the chocolate brownie they’d shared as they’d snuck out of Maeve’s, by the side gate on the yard. She kisses him back, still uncertain, but with more confidence than she’d had that first night. He slides his fingers around her neck and up into her silky hair. A soft groan escapes his lips and melts in her mouth when she touches him. Her small hand climbs his shirt again, until her fingers scrape up the front of his neck and then cup his chin and splay wide over his cheek.
“Why’d you kiss me at Maeve’s?” He breaks the kiss, but he presses his lips to her cheekbone.
“Few reasons,” she answers him.
“Like what?”
“Joe. I don’t get your deal with Joe.” She looks up at him. “I guess I wanted to remind you, I’m your friend. Not his.”
“What else?” He fishes for more words that will make his throat and heart burn like he’s swallowing whiskey straight from the bottle.
“I wanted to,” she admits with a little grin.
The finale is lighting the sky, but he doesn’t care that he’s not watching it. He wishes this moment with Ellie would last a lifetime. “Do you have a star where even people who don’t want to can fall in love?”
“I’m not gonna fall in love with you, Jay.” Her words don’t mean as much as the fact that she can’t look at him when she says them.
Labels: interview, Luther's Cross, Therese Kinkaidw, Wings-press.com
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Interview with Wanda C. Keesey
Please welcome Wanda C. Keesey to Barb’ed Comments. Wanda has written an insightful novel about two women’s struggles during the Civil War, one of my favorite time periods.
Wanda C. Keesey lives in small town USA with her husband and cats, located near the Pennsylvania capital of Harrisburg . She started writing late in life but is catching up fast. She is a student of the Civil War era and the people who lived it. She has had several short stories published, and her second novel, The Walk Home, will be released in November, 2008 (the first, Lost In The Mist came out in May). More information on her life and publications is listed Wanda's website (http://www.wandakeesey.com), a s well as articles, and reviews. She is a long time member and past officer of Pennwriters, Inc. (www.pennwriters.org) a group dedicated to helping writers hone their skills.
Hopefully, visitors have already read your bio, so I'm not going to ask you to tell us about yourself. Instead, what do you find the most difficult about being a writer?
Before I retired, my biggest problem was finding time to write, market, fulfill the duties of my Pennwriters office, work my seven to four job to pay the bills, take care of the housework, and find time to just relax and read for pleasure. Back then I did most of my writing on weekends. Now my focus has changed and I was able to rearrange my schedule to include writing or writing related work every afternoon. I still don't like or do housework as often as I should, but I do get more time to prepare a good meal now and then for my husband and myself. Because of this change I'm finding that I procrastinate on actual writing more than I did before (I'm a procrastinator supreme) so I have to make myself spend at least two hours a day on writing. My pleasure reading has changed to reading for reviews which I restrict to evenings.
What is your hero's biggest challenge?
My hero, Simon Nettling (aka Leonard Claremont) is an undercover Pinkerton agent working for the Federal Government in Civil War Richmond, VA. He is involved in spying, and working with the Underground Railroad (freeing slaves). AND then he meets a woman who makes him wish he could settle down and raise a family, but she is hiding something too. His biggest challenge is doing his job, and helping Sara without knowing what it is she needs.
What is your heroine's biggest flaw?
Sara Benning was viciously attacked and left for dead by the slave chasers who killed her husband and ten year old son. She want to avenge their loss, but she's afraid that she's not strong enough to complete the task. When she meets the banker in Richmond, Leonard Claremont, she begins to doubt her reasons for being there. She is very unsure of herself and her motives.
Hattie Carter is a secondary heroine in my novel. She and her husband, Charles were slaves. They had different owners who permitted them to marry, and to work off the cost of freedom. After years of slavery, they were freed and moved north where they met the Bennings and lived free, until the day the slave chasers needed another body. Hattie is a strong women, physically and mentally. If she has a flaw, it's that she is so focused on finding her husband that she gets careless.
What prompted you to write this story?
Women who lived through the Civil War era were thrown into a world they'd never dreamed of. Left without men-folk, they had to "do" for themselves. I wanted to write a story about two of these women, each with a unique problem. Sara Benning loses her entire family and reason for living and Hattie Carter's husband is "stolen" back into slavery. Sara and Hattie are friends and their families had been partners in business. When Hattie nurses Sara back from deaths door, they each want to follow the slavers for their own reasons. Hattie to rescue her husband and Sara to get her revenge.
What is your least favorite genre? Would you ever consider writing it?
Literary, or mainstream fiction puts me to sleep. I've reviewed several novels in these genres and I admire the authors who can pull it off. Their skills in their craft are to be envied. I do have a short story that is literary. It's a story based on my own true life experience, but I've had a hard time placing it for publication. I don't think I would venture into a novel length project, but who knows. When the mood hits, I write.
Who has helped you the most?
If my husband hadn't found a piece I was writing when we got our first word processor, and from then encouraged me to do what it took to become an "author", I would never have reached this point. He has been my steadfast backer. He doesn't read fiction, though he will edit my short work, he's never read any of my novels. He does bounce ideas around with me and he is with me as often as he can be at signings and talks, and helps with promotion. He is my biggest fan.
Do you have a favorite theme? Eg: love conquers all; good vs evil; How do you use it?
No, I don't think I do have a favorite theme, though many creep into my novels and stories. They say there are only about fifty different plots in writing, and it's the spin that the author puts on the words that makes each work unique. Having the Civil War era as a background helps to put that touch to my novels, it was a trying time. The romances in my books are based on love, not only of a person, but of life.
What have you learned about yourself from your writing?
I've learned a lot of things. Probably one of the most important is that I can learn and improve at any age. And life doesn't end with retirement, it's just beginning (for me anyway). And I'm impressed with the changes I see in my "voice" over the years of writing. And I'm always surprised that I enjoy reading my own books, over and over (a good thing because of all the editing). But I think mostly I'm more confident. I'm still shaky when I appear before a group, but I know my subject and soon find that my audience is waiting to hear what I know. No one has walked out on me yet.
Why will your reader think your book is different?
The Walk Home is the story of two women, one white and one black who pose as mistress and owner to travel into the teeth of the Confederacy at the beginning of the Civil War. The story isn't about the war, but the war's and society's effect on their lives and their bravery in facing a new and dangerous city.
Excerpt from The Walk Home:
“Sara, don’t you die on me. You hear girl.” Hattie pulled the shawl from her shoulders, draping it over the prone body of her friend.
“Hattie, where. . .” Sara’s whisper was almost lost on the spring breeze. She struggled to sit up, pushing against the ground with her hands. Long auburn hair fell in unruly clumps hiding Sara’s face. “Edward, Teddy, they said. . .” With a sigh she allowed her arms to relax, lowering her body to the ground.
Hattie helped Sara turn onto her back. She gasped as she pushed the screen of hair away.
An open gash disfigured the left side of Sara’s once unmarked face, laying open a ragged line that cut across the corner of her eye and ended at the left side of her chin. Her lips, bruised and split were parted as she struggled to pull air into her lungs. Blood encrusted Sara’s face and neck, her nose was bent at an odd angle, her swollen eyes had started to blacken.
Pale hands reached for Hattie.
“Quiet girl. You be still while I think.” Hattie was frightened. She had to get Sara back to her cabin.
“Lord, help me.” She cried to the smoke filled sky, “I can’t carry her myself.” Her dark eyes scanned the yard.
The Benning cabin was a burning skeleton.
--Wanda C. Keesey Author of Lost in the Mist ISBN: 978 1-59705-327-3 (ebook) ISBN: 978 1-59705-706-6 (paperback) And watch for The Walk Home (release November, 2008) Wings ePress, Inc. www.wings-press.com wckeesey@comcast.net http://www.wandakeesey.com http://wckeesey.wordpress.com (Civil War Writer blog) http://bookbabesandhim.workpress.com(readers blog)
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Monday, October 6, 2008
Interview with A. Dee Carey
Welcome to Barb'ed comments and my guest today, A. Dee Carey. Join me in learning more about Dee:
Dee is a fantasy novelist who started writing late in her life. Writing was a kernel of an idea that never found fertile ground until she was nearly retirement age. Unfortunately, it took her youngest daughter’s near death to spark her to do what was important to her, before her time ran out. Her daughter was in a coma due to an overdose of a prescription drug and to pass the time, watching and praying her child would be all right, she began to read a novel. Her older daughter noted the book was written by her former English teacher. As Dee worked for the same school district the two women met and Dee was encouraged to pursue a writing career.
She always loved reading and the next natural step was writing. So when all other life obligations were met, she tried her hand at being an author. The author of nine completed books, of which five are published, Dee enjoys the fantasy worlds she creates as a buffer between the real world and the world as we wish it to be.
She has the unfailing support of her patient husband and her children and grandchildren. All of whom say she is a little crazy, but love her anyway.
Dee is published with The Wings-Press Company who publish books that you will not find elsewhere. Truly unique stories that uplift the reader. Check them out at www.wings-press.com.
What is your hero’s biggest challenge? He must learn that revenge solves nothing and creates even greater problems. LaRoux is bent upon killing the man who murdered his mother, but learns from Merlot in order to have love, you cannot hate.
What is your heroine’s biggest flaw?
Merlot is headstrong and believes that she always knows the way to do things. She learns that all things are not always accomplished alone.
What prompted you to write this story?
St. Therese who is my patron saint, is very dear to my heart. I prayed to her daily for two years that I might be published. She plays a role in this fantasy tale. While I am sure she was not as timid as I have made her, she was most pious and devout. She aspired to be a Pope and had she lived I believe she might have made it. This book is my tribute to her.
What is your least favorite genre? Would you ever consider writing it? I am not a fan of science fiction or fantasy that is overly involved in world and language creating. I would never attempt sci-fi as I have not the skill that I believe is required. I do write fantasy, but try to do so in a manner that is easily understood. I want the reader to believe if he/she lived a long time ago, such things might have actually happened. Some reviewers have stated my books read as if they had been written in an ancient time. I am flattered.
Who has helped you the most? That is actually a tough question. My family always stood behind me and St Therese gave me the push to publication, but my greatest aid came from self realization that “Hey! I can do this.”
Do you have a favorite theme? It is carried out in all my books Good vs Evil and good always prevails. I take various methods to carry out the conflict and do my best to show doing good is a reward in itself. My characters do not do good for monetary gain, nor for power. All books are about love. It may be love of money, power, wealth or even drugs, but love (desire) is the root of all stories.
What have you learned about yourself from your writing? Writing is for me very empowering. As a child my father told me “You’ll be the height of mediocrity” and all my life I believed all I could be is average. I’ve learned I can be “outstanding in my field” even though I am not a farmer. I mold characters and establish “Ordinations” and beliefs that no one really believes in. I can create a suspension of belief for the period of time it takes one to read my books. I am writer, read me now!
Why will your reader think your book is different? The main difference is that in each of my books one of the lead characters has the ability to either change from fox to human or from human to fox. I usually write in first person and label each characters speech and thoughts with the character’s name. I have many older readers and they tell me that it helps them as they frequently tire easily and the labels help them to find their places. As with a little luck we will all get there in time I feel that someone should cater to the seniors among us. (I’m one myself 70 next year).
A. Dee Carey
The Fox Lady
Contact information.
foxladycarey@aol.com
www.foxladycarey.com
585-426-0578
A. Dee Carey is proud to present her latest novel
The Fox and the Chalice
A tale of faith, myth and legend. Can the fox woman find her own true love and save the cup of Christ? Found among the grape vines of the convent, as an infant, she soon learns she has been selected to save the Cup of Christ. Her ability to become a fox protects not only the convent but the man she loves as well. Come venture to a land where all is not what it seems to be and good will always triumph.
Reviews:
The Vixen
If you love the tales of olde, that touch of magic that has often been lost in stories of fantasies written in a modern world, then read one of A. Dee Carey’s books – she writes with the finesse of the ancient master, perfectly capturing a time when magic lingered and anything could happen.
Angela Verdenius… Heart of a Peacekeeper
Fox in the Mist
In Fox In The Mist, Dee Carey has created a thrilling fantasy wherein appealing characters, both human and animals, excitingl strive to oust a usurper and return the rightful heir to the throne. The heroine is eaually charming as both a fox and a girl, and the young hero has just enough vulnerablilty. Now, I want a fox! I want a tiny unicorn to dance in my palm!
Fran Keighley award winning Wings author
Mark of the fox
In this charming story, Ninaway, Merlin, Claret, and Ryan all learn that the true poser of loves lies in the giving of love, not the taking. Redemption has never been so magical as it is portrayed in Mark of the Fox. Replete with Travel Tunnels, shape-shifting, and magical spells, this fantasy romance waves an enchanting world that will leave the reader wishing it would never end. Kerrelyn Sparks How to Marry a Millionaire Vampire
The Fox and the Swan
A. Dee Carey has spun a magical web that makes one suspend reality and cheer her morphed characters on.. Although this not the type of genre I personally read, I found myself swept up in the storyline that was peopled with strong characters that formed a complete population of essential beings- not one too many and not one too few.
The Fox and the Swan is a story where the step-mother is truly is a witch. The plot , the arraged marriage fo a young girl to a curmudgeon to save her family, is one that is tried and true, but definitely has a different twist theis sorcery and religion becoming compatiable.
The transition of humans to animals was so believable one never lost faith in the story and I had to read it to its conclusion in a short time. A. Dee Carey keeps you wondering about the out come all the way through. The setting in Scotland rings so true you are visually whipped across the sea and live the Highland life while the story unfolds. Recollections of Narnia crept into my mind as I was reading as it is certainly carried that flavor of magic and the struggle between good and evil.
Whether you read fantasy or not, I recommend The Fox and the Swan as a good love story that plays out blending fantasy and reality that makes you believe in it and its characters.
Mary Jean Kelso The Homesteader, Goodby is Forever, Blue Coat
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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Interview with Sandra Marton
I’d like to introduce award-winning author Sandra Marton. Sandra has published 75 novels and has a trilogy THE SHEIKH TYCOONS . The first book, THE SHEIKH’S DEFIANT BRIDE, is being released in October. Be sure to check her website for details.
Hi Sandra,
A bio never really tells everything. Give us a little more detail. How long have you been writing and how did you start?
I started writing when I was five but I began making up stories before that. My mother kept a scrapbook of my early writing/storytelling attempts (a typical Proud Mom!). At four, I made up poems and she wrote them down for me. By five, I was doing that for myself.
But if you mean, when did I start writing professionally, the answer is in the 1980’s. I wrote and sold a number of short stories to the so-called confession magazines, then wrote my first novel and sold it to Harlequin Mills and Boon in 1984.
You’ve published over seventy five books. How do you keep the well from running dry?
Honestly, Barbara, I don’t know the answer to that question. I think, like most writers, my head is full of characters and stories and “what if?” possibilities. My curiosity gets piqued by something I see, something I read, something I overhear and ideas come bursting forth. Or they come creeping out, and I have to find ways to encourage them to turn into something more specific.
Basically, I’ve always thought ideas, creativity, are almost mystical in origin. I don’t mean magical; I just mean that I’m not sure there’s any real way to explain or even define the creative process. It’s different for everyone. That’s the only certainty.
You’ve found time in your busy schedule to volunteer with your local RWA chapter. Why?
I haven’t volunteered as much this year as I’d have liked. I’ve done a workshop presentation and put together a giveaway goody bag but I just didn’t have time to judge in my chapter’s contest. Too tight a deadline schedule! As to why I volunteer… it just feels good to lend a hand to other writers. This chapter, CORW, is especially great. Warm, responsive, friendly… my thanks to you for forming it.
How do you balance writing full-time and having a life outside writing?
With great difficulty! (See my comment about deadlines, above.)
As you know, it isn’t easy. Writing can really consume you and if the writing’s going well, the hours at the computer roll by so quickly you don’t realize the day is ended until you look out the window and see that it’s dark. I’ve learned that the worst thing I can do is just assume I’m going to surface into the real world. Instead, I make deliberate appointments with myself. My husband and I believe in spur of the minute vacations—you know, get in the car and take off for a couple of days—but we also plan vacations well ahead of time. We make dinner engagements with friends that same way. Once something is entered in my appointment book, I feel compelled to keep to it even when my characters are tugging at me and begging me not to leave them. Well, okay. Sometimes, I don’t keep to the calendar; sometimes, I simply cannot leave my story or my characters but, for the most part, I’ve learned that without life outside writing, my writing suffers. Plus, I love my husband, my son, my daughter in law and my two little grandchildren. They’re very important to me and I want to be part of their lives.
Why do you write in this genre? Have you ever done other genres?
I’ve done romantic suspense, romantic adventure, a bit of supernatural stuff and even literary short stories but romance is what I love and what I believe in, creatively and personally.
How do you do research for your books? What’s the most interesting bit of research you’ve come across that you didn't use?
I use three primary research methods. One is online research, everything from contacting attorneys and physicians and realtors and peppering them with questions to “visiting” homes and castles and shops via the internet. The second method involves asking my husband, who is a great researcher, to delve into something for me. The third is direct contact between me and places and/or people. In other words, I travel. In fact, when your readers see this interview, I’ll be in Greece, researching a specific new setting for a new book; meeting with an Athenian translator and friend, face to face for some in-depth Q&A; and visiting Turkey because I have an exciting idea for a possible story that I’d want to set in Istanbul...
What’s the most interesting bit of research I haven’t used? That’s a tough question because I almost always end up with huge amounts of material that doesn’t make its way into a book. Let’s see… Well, when I was researching material for a book last year, THE GREEK PRINCE’S CHOSEN WIFE, I did an enormous amount of research on artificial insemination. In my story, my heroine becomes pregnant by reluctantly agreeing to an amateur insemination, done by her sister with a turkey baster. (She’s emotionally blackmailed into it for valid reasons.) I ended up with page after page of printed-out data from a variety of web sites and, most meaningfully, very personal info I absolutely could not use from e-mailed interview sessions with a woman I “met” online who had had two babies using this method. I had to laugh when a so-called reviewer at amazon.com chastised me for claiming a woman could and would be inseminated via turkey baster. Impossible, she said, and made it clear I was an idiot even to imagine the possibility. And then there was the time I set a book in a jungle. In preparation for what ended up being a very brief scene, I did lots of research on head-hunting. Anything you want to know about shrinking and preserving human heads, just ask. ☺
What advice do you have for aspiring writers?
Keep writing. Keep reading. Read writers you love and writers you think are flawed. You’ll learn from both kinds. Read good writers within our genre. Read good writers outside our genre. Again, you’ll learn from both kinds. Be honest with yourself. Do you have talent, or is it that you wish you had talent? It’s hard to be that honest, but try. Send your work to editors. It’s painfully easy not to do so but unless you do, how will you ever know if your stuff is any good? On the other hand, don’t let a turn-down stop you from writing. Not all editors like the same things; not all are good at discerning what will sell and what won’t; and no editor is god. Never stop trying to get better, even if you’re multi-published, even if you’ve won a hundred awards. Writing is a talent. It’s also a skill and all skills can be perfected.
What do you have coming out?
A brand new trilogy I created for Harlequin Presents called THE SHEIKH TYCOONS. The first book, THE SHEIKH’S DEFIANT BRIDE, comes out in October. The second, THE SHEIKH’S WAYWARD WIFE, comes out in November and the third, THE SHEIKH’S REBELLIOUS MISTRESS, hits the stands in December. The sheikhs in this series are old pals who know each other for years. They all come from the same part of the world, a place I call The Nations, and each is convinced love serves no useful purpose. Oh, are they wrong!
How do you like your fans to contact you?
Email is best. I’m at mailto:sandra@sandramarton.com and there are email links at my blog, http://sandramarton.blogspot.com/and at my website, http://www.sandramarton.com/. I answer snail mail, too, if readers enclose SASE (Sorry, North American postage only). Actually, for the next couple of months, if readers send me SASE, I’ll send them one of my beautiful, brand new bookmarks.
Thanks for this chance to visit with you, Barbara. I’ve really enjoyed it.
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