The Cavanaugh House

The Cavanaugh House has arrived! When Jesse Graham unlocks the door to the deserted house she inherited from her Aunt Helen, she doesn’t realize she’s unlocking secrets that had lain dormant for years...

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Emma Barron's The Glass Orchid is a Regency Delight

Emma Barron is a fellow Crimson Romance author whose historical romance, The Glass Orchid, is included in the Time After Time bundle with Love’s Destiny.  Emma, I am so pleased to be “bundled” with you. Tell us a little about yourself.
I’ve had several careers in my life: student (yes, I made it into a career), ecologist, lawyer—but romance novelist has been by far my favorite. I currently live in Upstate New York with my husband, young daughter, and two large and impressively boisterous dogs.

Hey, I’m originally from upstate New York—a beautiful state, isn’t it? Talk about the book(s) you’ve written. What was the first seed of an idea you had for your book? How did it develop? The Glass Orchid explores what happens at the intersection of love and the Regency’s strict social constraints. I wanted to examine how the characters would navigate issues of love, freedom, independence, and individual choice during a time when those things weren’t necessarily valued.

Those ideas are why I love historicals. Has writing changed how you read books now?
It definitely has. I’m much more aware of the mechanics of the writing in each book I read. Sometimes I have to remind myself to turn off the “writer” part of my brain so I stop analyzing sentence structure and word use, and just relax into “reader mode” so I fully enjoy the story.

What kind of response do you get when you tell people you are an author?
The response is always along the lines of, “That’s so cool!” And it is! I get to spend my days letting my imagination run wild—and get paid for it!

What are you currently working on?
I’m currently promoting my latest release, Exposed. It’s a contemporary romance set in New York and the Caribbean. I’m also writing my next book, which features a spicy mix of humor, romance, and suspense. Check out my website or facebook page for updates!

I just peeked at your preview of Exposed and oooh lala!! Thank you for being my guest today, Emma. I wish you all best with your writing!

Visit Emma at:
Email: emma (at) emmabarronbooks.com
Twitter: @barron_emma

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Monday, July 21, 2014

The Cavanaugh House is a Kindle Countdown Deal!

For a limited time, The Cavanaugh House will be available for 99 cents on Amazon. Part of Amazon's Kindle Countdown Deals, this sale will last through July 28, so order your copy today at tinyurl.com/kk8v4bk





Excerpt:



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his house held secrets.  Secrets that wafted through rotting window sashes on the winter wind.  Secrets that spiders wove into webs anchored between the ceiling and walls. Secrets that scuttled on the feet of cockroaches across stained kitchen linoleum and scurried into its cracks. Secrets that peered from holes in the baseboard from glinting mouse eyes. This house held the secrets close to its bosom where they had slept for decades. No one had disturbed these secrets in all the years the house sat decaying from neglect. There was no reason to, and there was no desire.

June 1968
This might be the biggest mistake I’ve made yet, thought Jesse Graham.
She climbed out of her three-year-old yellow 1965 Volkswagen Beetle and waded through tall grass and weeds that scratched at her sandal-clad feet. Looming before her, the two-story house—her house—hovered, insinuating more height than it could actually claim. Wrapped in chipped and peeling greenish-yellow paint, the house looked weary, and the once-red front door had faded to a dull russet. The roof sagged, and the tiny porch appeared to be giving up the fight to support the small roof above it. She stared at the house, and the windows stared back, blank. Above the front door, two windows mirrored her dismay as the wood trim above them bowed down. In her twenty-eight years, she had never seen a sadder looking house.
“Oh my God, what have I done?” she breathed...

***

Mustering her courage, she pulled the fabric off the sofa. She shrieked as a flurry of grey shapes scattered in all directions—one straight toward her. She panicked as paws scurried across her sandaled foot. Mice! Goosebumps prickled her skin and adrenalin shot though her body. Heart pounding, she ran out the front door, off the porch and bolted to her car. Her knees gave out and she collapsed, trembling.
“Are you okay?”
Grabbing the door handle, she pulled herself up and looked around for the voice’s owner.
“I’m over here,” he said.
She looked toward the road and saw a blue pickup truck at the end of the driveway. Leaning out the driver’s-side window was a man about her age, with tousled red hair. Humor lit up his mouth and softened his strong jawline and rugged face.
“Are you okay?” he repeated as he climbed out of his truck and started toward her.
Jesse brushed herself off and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said.
She saw his hazel eyes twinkle with amusement.
“I can see that. In a hurry to get somewhere? I noticed your quick exit.”
She looked at her watch and gasped.  It was after 2 p.m. If she were going to get any utilities started, she needed to get to town.
“I need to get my utilities started.”
Oh, that sounded intelligent. She was a little off balance, and not just because of the mice encounter; this man’s gaze was warm and unsettling. He chuckled.
“Well, I would never want to keep a woman from that.”
“What I mean is…”
He held out his hand.
“Joe Riley.” 








Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Emma Barry's "Brave in Heart" is the Civil War Novel in Time After Time

While Love’s Destiny covers the American Revolution, Emma Barry’s Brave in Heart is set the Civil War era in the TimeAfter Time bundle. I am absolutely bowled over by the commitment to accuracy that this author brings to her books. Welcome, Emma, please tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a graduate student finishing a PhD in American studies. Brave in Heart started out as daydreaming during my dissertation research. While I still dabble in historical romance, at this point I’m writing mostly contemporary and I’ve started freelance editing. I have two young kids, a wonderful husband, a big garden, a crazy puppy, and an aloof cat.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Viking Fire by Andrea Cooper is One of the Books Included in Time After Time

Andrea Cooper is a fellow Crimson Romance author whose book Viking Fire is also included in the Time After Time bundle. Did I mention that Time After Time is a bundle of 10 historical romances set in various time periods, and it is available for $.99 at Amazon and CrimsonRomance? I am so pleased to have Love’sDestiny bundled with Viking Fire, and I welcome Andrea to my blog today. Tell us about yourself, Andrea.
I’m a wife and mom. Until July 2010, I was a Senior Buyer for a Petroleum Company. Then my one-year old at the time kept getting sick in daycare. After he had the flu, was dehydrated, and hospitalized for three days at six months old, we started to seriously consider me staying home (since my husband made more money at the time-otherwise, he’d have stayed home). I loved my job, but I loved my child and his health more.
Now I’m a stay-at-home mom to three kids: 19 year old son, 4year (soon to be 5year old) son, and a twenty-month old daughter.
I write to stay sane because I have no other talents (Arts/Crafts?- yeah, right. Sewing? – not unless crooked is a trendy fashion. Cooking? – only because I have to or we’d starve. Gardening? – that involves bugs, right? No thanks I run from wasps and roaches.)
I enjoy reading, writing, Zumba and dancing.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Mike Martin Talks About the Inspiration for his Sgt. Windflower Mysteries

Today I welcome author Mike Martin to my blog. Mike is a mystery writer who is inspired by his seacoast surroundings. Welcome to my blog, Mike. Please tell us about yourself.
I was born in Newfoundland, on the east coast of Canada. I currently live and write in Ottawa, the capital city of Canada. I have always loved books and reading and can remember writing poems and short stories when I was quite small. I looked for jobs that had an element of writing to them but didn’t really start writing a lot until my forties. Since that time I have been a freelance writer and now have three fiction books published as part of the Sgt. Windflower Mystery Series.

How would you describe your writing process? Do you outline? Let the muse lead you? Or something else?
I am a truly creative writer in that I draw my writing from my imagination and try to connect to the creative current that’s inside all of us. I never plot out stories but simply write when I am inspired. I do have to be disciplined and write every day. You never know when the creative muse might decide to leave. The fun of writing, IMHO, is in watching the story unfold from your imagination, just like the reader does. The characters come. They tell the story. I write it down. I get to say where the story begins, and where it ends. At least for now.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Rachel Donnelly brings the Wild West to Time After Time


Rachel Donnelly sets her historical romance in the Wild West—such a romantic time period for America. Her novel, Lady Broke, is included in the Time After Time bundle from Crimson Romance. Welcome to my blog, Rachel. Please tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a writer, teacher, mother, wife who lives on a ninety acre farm built in 1860 where I plot and plant and dream and sew.

Talk about Lady Broke. What was the first seed of an idea you had for your book? How did it develop?
Lady Broke is an adventure romance set in the old west. I had always wanted to write a western with outlaws and a sexy gritty hero. It’s a very romantic time. I love the history and the research. I’ve loved writing in the medieval and regency eras as well.

Who doesn’t love cowboys? How would you describe your writing process? Do you outline? Let the muse lead you? Or something else?
I’m more of a panster than a plotter. I keep a file while I’m writing with character descriptions to keep everyone straight and a timeline, since I like to write in scenes and that can turn into a bit of a wild ride. But, I would never write out a detailed plot. That would suck the fun out of it for me. Though I do have plot structure diagrams and snippets of theory plastered all over my office and have read Swain from cover to cover three or four times as well as many other writers’ journeys.

Writing is an art as well as a craft. Over analyzing it kills it dead. I agree with Hemingway, “Write drunk, edit sober.” At least that’s what I aim for. But, some days my inner editor won’t shut the hell up and I spend hours working one paragraph, pacing from the office to the kitchen, eating celery, drinking coffee and staring out at the pond.

Monday, July 7, 2014

A Bundle of Love Has Arrived!



From Regency England to the American Civil War, from the Wild West to Viking battles for territory, Time After Time delivers the gallantry, the color, the passion of yesterday that captures every historical romance lover’s heart. Fall in love with these ten titles from some of Crimson’s brightest stars:

I am pleased to announce that Love’s Destiny is part of a new offering from Crimson Romance. As you can see below, this will be a delightful buffet for any historical romance fan because it covers such diverse eras. My publisher, Crimson Romance, is very excited about this new release, “This summer, Crimson will be offering eBook bundles of some of our favorite titles!…coming in July we're excited to bring you Time After Time: 10 Sweeping Historical Romances from Every Era"



Available July 7, the following titles will be included in the Time After Time bundle:


 
 
 

 

 



Many of these authors will be visiting my blog to talk about their books, so stay tuned.
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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Elf Ahearn's "Regency Romance with a Gothic Twist"

Today I welcome Elf Ahearn to my blog. Elf’s novel A Rogue in Sheep’s Clothing is one of the 10 historical romance novels included in the Time After Time bundle from Crimson Romance.


1. Of all the historical time periods that a writer could choose from, you've picked the Regency era for your series. Could you talk about why that specific time appealed to you?

My sister is totally into Regency romances, she won’t read anything else, so to guarantee at least one sale… well, I had no choice (Not true – she’d read any dribble I scratched on paper).  The real story is that the Regency chose me. I wanted to write something with sex and adventure – women risking everything – their reputations, their lives, their fortunes, for love. It’s very freeing that Ellie Albright, the heroine in A Rogue in Sheep’s Clothing, can’t clap a cell phone to her ear and call the police when she’s in trouble; Hugh Davenport, my hero, can’t access a therapist to work out his hostility towards his mother, and my villain can’t be found via his credit card purchases. Working in the past is awesome.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

A Chat with Author Marie Patrick

Today I welcome author Marie Patrick to my blog. Marie’s book, A Treasure Worth Keeping is one of the 10 included in the historical romance bundle, Time After Time which also includes Love’s Destiny. Welcome, Marie! Please tell us a little about yourself.
Thank you so much for having me on Meyette’s Musings and to answer your question, I’m a wife, mother, dog lover, friend…oh wait, you don’t want to know that. I’m an author! Yup! I’ve been writing since I was fourteen. At first, I wrote little stories about what I wanted my life to be like when I grew up and then the most amazing thing happened…I read my first historical romance. From that moment on, I wanted to write stories about history and the people who lived in times past. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Christy Newton Packs Love and Suspense in Her Novels

Today I welcome Christy Newton to my blog. Christy is the author of six novels and in order to show them all off, we’re keeping the interview short and sweet today. Welcome, Christy! Please tell us a little about yourself.

I live in Indiana with my hubby, two daughters and a toy poodle named Lola.
How did you celebrate the publication of your first book?
You mean after I quit jumping up and down? LOL I think I may have eaten some dark chocolate and bought my own books.

How would you describe your writing process? Do you outline? Let the muse lead you? Or something else?
I never outline. I am a pantser all the way!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Wise Words from Ellen Parker

First I want to thank Elizabeth for hosting me today. And in case you look at my name and say “who’s this?” let me tell you a little about myself.
            Long ago (decades) and far away (hundreds of miles from my current home), I grew up on a small
dairy farm outside an equally small village. We shared our house with books and magazines of all types. A search of our bookshelves during those years would have revealed schoolbooks, magazines, children’s books from the Little Golden series to chapter books to classic literature, plus a little serious history from Book of the Month.
            Life happens. Children grow up and move away to establish homes and careers. Events influence the amount and type of reading a person accomplishes. Then one year I must have encountered two or more books close together that made me think, “I can write better than that.” Spellcheck had come along by then and made life a lot easier for the woman who could never remember all the exceptions to the spelling rules. I practiced by doing and took an occasional workshop at the local community college. This is where I received the best writing advice in four simple words.
            Join a writing group.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Cavanaugh House Goodreads Giveaway

I love TheCavanaugh House so much that I want to share it with you! So, I have a Goodreads Giveaway going on and you could be the lucky winner of a free autographed copy of my book. Just click on the button next to this post to enter. To further entice you, here is an excerpt:


June 1968

This might be the biggest mistake I’ve made yet, thought Jesse Graham.

She climbed out of her three-year-old yellow 1965 Volkswagen Beetle and waded through tall grass and weeds that scratched at her sandal-clad feet. Looming before her, the two-story house—her house—hovered, insinuating more height than it could actually claim. Wrapped in chipped and peeling greenish-yellow paint, the house looked weary, and the once-red front door had faded to a dull russet. The roof sagged, and the tiny porch appeared to be giving up the fight to support the small roof above it. She stared at the house, and the windows stared back, blank. Above the front door, two windows mirrored her dismay as the wood trim above them bowed down. In her twenty-eight years, she had never seen a sadder looking house.

“Oh my God, what have I done?” she breathed…

The house was wider than it was deep, although an addition at the back accommodated a kitchen. Two outbuildings stood farther back on the property, one an outhouse, the other a small carriage house.

“Oh, Lord, I hope there’s indoor plumbing.”

Plumbing! Not yet; she hadn’t contacted the local utility companies to have water or gas and electricity turned on in the house. She checked her watch, relieved to see that it was just 1:30 p.m. She still had time to make it into town and take care of that.

Returning to her car, she rustled through her purse in search of the keys her mother had given her. Her fingers found the horseshoe-shaped key ring, smooth brass worn down by years of use holding three keys: a standard Yale lock key, a smaller brass key and a skeleton key. She headed for the front door and tested the first of three steps leading up to the porch.  Feeling confident that they would hold her, she climbed them and faced the door. Her body tingled as if ants crawled beneath her skin; what would she find in there? This was the first step to her new-found independence. No one was coming to her aid if her plans failed. The house was a tumbled-down mess, but wasn’t she as well? She had burned many bridges in Rochester, and the bridge with her mother was smoldering. Her father had been out of the picture for years, and she was an only child. Her dear friend Maggie was her sole support system.

Whatever existed on the other side of the door was now a part of her existence, too. This abandoned and rejected house was all she had. And she was all this house had. We’re in this together. Straightening her shoulders, she took a deep breath and selected the key.  She was surprised that the Yale key worked so easily in the old lock. Her heart pounded as she turned the doorknob and entered the house.

It took a moment for Jesse’s eyes to adjust to the dim interior, for the windows were thick with grime, and the trees filtered out most of the sunlight. The centrally located door opened into a small foyer, a room on either side. Straight ahead was a staircase, and beside it, a hall led to the kitchen. Musty air invaded her nostrils, dust turned everything a dull pale gray, and she felt ancient, powdery motes settle upon her like a second skin. Lacy cobwebs stretched from the high corners to the brass light fixtures hanging in the middle of the ceilings. She heard scurrying at the far end of the hall and resisted the urge to run outside.

To her right was the dining room with a door on the far wall that led back to the kitchen. Turning left, she entered the living room, sparsely furnished with drop cloths draped over the pieces. A chair sat perpendicular to a sofa with a round coffee table in front. A floor lamp hung its head in the space between the sofa and chair, and nestled in a far corner was an oak secretary with a drop-down desk. Drooping at the windows were barkcloth drapes that once had boasted white gardenias on a rose background, but now hung in faded tatters, eaten away by dry rot.
Jesse turned slowly, surveying the room.

“Wow,” she said. “Wow, wow, wow.”

Her thoughts traveled to Robert’s apartment with its white leather furniture, glass and chrome accent tables, and carpeting so thick it was like walking on moss. It was as though she was on a “Rat Pack” set when she was there; everything was sleek and modern, tasteful and expensive. She had lived in that world for the past two years. And like its furnishings, that world had turned out to be less ideal than it appeared. A world more than just miles away from this dilapidated house.

Mustering her courage, she pulled the fabric off the sofa. She shrieked as a flurry of grey shapes scattered in all directions—one straight toward her. She panicked as paws scurried across her sandaled foot. Mice! Goosebumps prickled her skin and adrenalin shot though her body. Heart pounding, she ran out the front door, off the porch and bolted to her car. Her knees gave out and she collapsed, trembling.

“Are you okay?”

Grabbing the door handle, she pulled herself up and looked around for the voice’s owner.

“I’m over here,” he said.

She looked toward the road and saw a blue pickup truck at the end of the driveway. Leaning out the driver’s-side window was a man about her age, with tousled red hair. Humor lit up his mouth and softened his strong jawline and rugged face.

“Are you okay?” he repeated as he climbed out of his truck and started toward her.

Jesse brushed herself off and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said.

She saw his hazel eyes twinkle with amusement.

“I can see that. In a hurry to get somewhere? I noticed your quick exit.”

She looked at her watch and gasped.  It was after 2 p.m. If she were going to get any utilities started, she needed to get to town.

“I need to get my utilities started.”

Oh, that sounded intelligent. She was a little off balance, and not just because of the mice encounter; this man’s gaze was warm and unsettling. He chuckled.

“Well, I would never want to keep a woman from that.”

“What I mean is…”

He held out his hand.

“Joe Riley.”

She shook his hand and smiled.

“Jesse Graham.”

“Nice to meet you, Jessica,” he said.

“Not Jessica, just Jesse. The nickname for Jessica is J-E-S-S-I-E. I’m J-E-S-S-E. Pronounced the same, spelled differently.”

“Oh, like Jesse James,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard that one before,” she tossed back.

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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Acknowledging Boris, My Muse

My sister-in-law Karen bought my book The Cavanaugh House today, and about 20 minutes after she left she called to tell me how much she liked my acknowledgement of my muse, Boris. I have a small section called “About Muses” at the end of the book after the Acknowledgements page. Karen had turned to that first thing and was very moved by it. I wanted to share it here to increase the chance that people read it.
I admit that I sometimes don’t read the Acknowledgements page or anything included at the end of a book. I usually close the book (or my Kindle) and hold it close while I savor the wonderful experience of a good read. I want to hold on to the emotion and spirit of the story for a while, so I stop at “The End.”
In case you do the same when you finish a book, here is what I wrote about Muses. Let me know if you have experienced the same.

-About Muses-
Muses were a regular part of instruction for my high school literature students. The opening lines of The Odyssey can be translated, “Sing to me, O Muse…” But that context made a muse ancient, distant and unreachable to me. After viewing Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED.com talk on Creativity, I realized that muses were very present to us today. I was aware of inspiration from outside of myself as I revised Love’s Destiny and wrote Love’s Spirit, but it was during the writing of The Cavanaugh House that I was formally introduced to my muse, Boris.
Whatever your creative passion is, and you do have one, sit in silence for a moment before you begin working and acknowledge your muse. Allow him/her to flow through you and inspire your creation whether it be writing, music, art, auto mechanics, engineering… whatever. Just listen. And if you listen carefully, you might even learn your muses’s name. I did.

I would love to hear about your muse and how you work and live together.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Jennifer DeCuir Says Its Time To Step It Up

There is a lot of pressure for authors to produce multiple books per year. For some, that isn’t a problem. As I am a writer who has written one book per year going on four years now, I am definitely feeling the squeeze.

It isn’t that I don’t have the time. With one child in elementary school and one in preschool, and the luxury of being able to stay home with them, I have at least a two hour writing window per day. Even more if I can sneak in some writing time before the rest of the household wakes up.

I’ve developed a writing style, over the years, which works for me. I like to write in one-scene blocks. The more difficult scenes often take another pass or two. Once I finish a chapter, I like to take a day off. I give my characters a chance to talk to me, tell me where things are going next. Sometimes I feel like a puppet on strings, but some of my best scenes come when I hand over the reins and just watch things develop from afar.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The Cavanaugh House has Arrived!

Cloaked in mystery and inspired by a muse, The Cavanaugh House is finally available for Kindle and will soon be in print. As I reflect back on the evolution of this book, I am amazed and delighted. Following its progress I can think of a fitting metaphor—pregnancy.


Conception
Driving along a crazy-busy highway does not seem like a fitting bed in which to conceive, although I’ve heard of the Mile High Club and that speed is much faster. But as I navigated the 403 toward the QEW in Hamilton, Ontario, a sentence floated into my brain: “This house held secrets…” Rich was asleep, and I couldn’t pull off the road to write it down. How would I remember it? But it had been planted. Without benefit of the usual, ah… physical sensations, I was impregnated with the seed of an idea for my book.

Gestation
More sentences immediately followed, and I was frantic trying to figure out how to capture them. I repeated them in my mind so I could remember. Then a memory of a childhood occurrence came to mind. One night a boy who lived near my best friend had looked out his third floor attic bedroom window into the attic windows of the house across the street. He saw a body hanging; someone had committed suicide. Every time I went to my friend’s house, my feet would slow as I passed that house and I would gaze at those windows.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Les Miz –Opening Night and Final Bow

The memories are already fading and I try to get it all down before they’re gone. When I reflect back on the journey of being a part of Les Miserables, some very special moments come to mind:
  • ·         The Lovely Ladies...hilarious. I don’t have one of those content warnings on my blog, so I can’t go into detail here…

  • ·         Kristen’s face as she watched her set design get wild applause when the floor of the stage slowly rose and was transformed into the barricade.
  • ·         Carol’s director talk before we went on stage opening night. She had us close our eyes and visualize the character we would be as if looking in the mirror. We were to imagine how they looked, felt about their circumstances, what they dreamed. Then she said to take one step forward into that character. BAM. It was incredible. The next night she gave us a talk about the difficulty of getting energy up after opening night. She had us form a circle (we all automatically held hands) and close our eyes. I sensed the strains of “Kumbaya” in the air. She said there’s only one thing to do, “You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out…” and we all did the Hokey Pokey. And we put our whole selves in. Brilliant.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Les Miz Act II – The Misery

Okay, I wasn’t exactly truthful when I said there wasn’t a negative moment in my Les Miz experience. There was a period of time that was very difficult for me and was—as times like that are—a growing experience. One night at rehearsal, Jim, the music director, said I needed to change how I was singing my Hair Hag part. I had been listening to the London cast’s recording and was trying to emulate the actress who played the
Hair Hag in that production. But Jim wanted a different sense to the role—“creepy, not pretty.” Tawny, who played the Locket Crone had developed an awesome raspy kind of voice that dripped with disturbing intent. So “raspy voice” was out of the question, so what could I do?

I tried to channel the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz and Gollum from Lord of the Rings. While rehearsing my lines I would alternately think of “my little pretty” and “preciousssss” trying to hit on an eerie tone. I stood in front of the mirror making faces, singing my lines and gesturing. It’s very difficult to marry the Wicked Witch and Gollum…oooh, that’s an unfortunate image.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Nancy C. Weeks Celebrates the One Year Anniversary of In the Shadow Of Greed

Today, I welcome back fellow Crimson Romance writer, Nancy C. Weeks. Nancy is celebrating her first In the Shadow of Greed.  I thought I would ask her a few questions about this book’s journey from her mind to the page.
year anniversary as a published author with her debut novel,

NOTE: In celebration of her one year anniversary, Nancy is giving away one digital copy of the Shadow series, In the Shadow of Greed, In the Shadow of Evil and In the Shadow of Malice to one lucky person who leaves a comment.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Les Miz Act I, scene 3

It’s like falling in love.

I finally realized the metaphor for my involvement with Les Miserables. The euphoria. The anticipation of being together again. The sense that everything is perfect. That’s why I’m having so much trouble putting my experience in Les Miz into words. Who can describe falling in love—besides poets—and not sound like a raving fool?

The rehearsal schedule ran from Jan. 7 through opening night on March 21 three to four times a week. I was sure that by mid-February I’d be lingering at the dinner table reluctant to go to rehearsal “again.” Au contraire, mon ami. Instead, nights we didn’t have rehearsal, I missed being with everyone. I never didn’t want to go.  See, I’m even using double negatives… It’s like falling in love.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Les Miz Act 1, scene 2

This is my second “musing” on the experience of being a part of the cast of Les Miserables recently. If you have ever had an experience that was so big, so amazing that you had a difficult time explaining it, you will understand.

I couldn’t wait for January. And I never say that. But January 7 was our first rehearsal for Les Miserables, and it got me over the post-holiday blues fast. Walking into Rehearsal Room A, I could feel the air was electric with excitement and nerves. I knew a few people from Chorale, but most of the cast members were strangers. Since this was only my fourth show ever, I wasn’t sure what the drill was, so I sat next to Emily and watched what others were doing.  I dutifully handed in the required pages of my audition packet and got my head-shot taken. Many people knew each other from other shows, and lively conversation filled the air around me. But I didn’t know most of them and they weren’t my friends…yet.