With Spring comes new beginnings…

It’s been a while since I’ve posted.  The extended winter we’ve been having has put a huge damper on Spring activities and it’s hard to get yourself motivated to do anything when you can’t get out of the house.

Though “Race for the Sun”, Carson’s story and the next installment of the Lambourne Legacy, is in process I have also begun writing in a different genre all together.  Sci Fi.

Sci Fi has been a love of mine since I was a kid and being the tech geek that I am, it’s just something I understand.  It’s an intrinsic part of my life in all aspects.  Don’t know why it never dawned on me to write in that genre, but I’ve started and I’m really enjoying it.  It’s a breath of fresh air after writing romance for so many years.

No worries, I won’t leave romance entirely.  Keep an eye out for the last two Lambourne books as well as another I hope to release in the medieval realm.

With that in mind, I thought I would share an interview I recently did with Chanel Blake.  Enjoy!

Frozen…

As I sit staring out my window into the white tundra that is the eastern United States right now, I can’t help but laugh at the impatience of my situation.  Of everyone’s situation who is dealing with this mess.  We’re trapped in our homes, forced to binge watch our favorite shows on Netflix or post all day on Facebook while the storms rage outside.  For me, it’s the ice and cold that keeps me indoors during the hours I am not at work.

And this made me consider the people from the era in which I write.  The mid-19th century.  They didn’t have huge snow plows or snow blowers, no salt or brine spreaders making passage safe.  No improved performance snow tires or thinsulate winter coats. Nope.  They had none of that.  They didn’t even have internet or cable, so what did they do?

winterThey shoveled.  When they were able to they shoveled and carted the snow away, literally.  Since there were no large vehicles or trains yet, they had to rely on good, old fashioned manpower.  When that failed, they stayed indoors.  And in some cases, people died.

I know it’s not quite period, but I recall stories told to me by my grandmother, who was born in 1923.  She and her sisters would go out during the day and walk the railroad tracks to collect coal that had fallen off the engines and would bring it back to their home to heat for the winter.  I realize trains weren’t part of the picture during the 19th century, but I am sure, in similar fashion, children were sent out into the cold to collect perhaps wood or any number of other items to burn.

Clothing was woolen and though warm in frigid weather, it can easy get soaked and freeze solid.  This I know as fact since I remember having wool winter coats as a child in the 60s and that’s exactly what happened.  Rubber goulashes were stuffed with newspaper to keep your feet warm.

I cannot imagine how hard life would have been in that day and age to deal with blizzards and frigid temperatures, but we all know from our history lessons that thousands died on the Oregon Trail, having being stranded with the carts in the snow with little more than blankets to keep warm and in London in 1890, extraordinarily low temperatures and uncommon weather had them cocooned in ice and snow for two months and is listed as the coldest period in their history.

And still, they didn’t have Netflix or the internet.  They had each other to chat with, throw card parties and sing-alongs around the fire.  It’s something we, as a modern society, will lack with the advent of social media.  Nice as it is to talk to whoever you wish at a moment’s notice on a chat, you really can’t warm your hands on your monitor.

Stay warm and safe!

Giving Many Thanks…

This year, I have a lot to be thankful for.  It would be easy to use a sweeping statement about how wonderful life is, but that would be dishonest and, frankly, there’s a lot more to it than that.

I’m thankful to be alive.  Due to some long battled illnesses, I was told that life for me would be rather short…like six months short, had I not found the help I did when I did.  That new treatment was found through a sister writer who had experience much the same symptoms and though not exactly what I was suffering, referred me to a doctor that was willing to do anything to get me on the right path.  Now, 11 months later, I am 150 pounds thinner, have had less instances of illness even though I have several auto-immune issues and feel more alive than I ever have before.  So that’s the first big thank you, to Terri and to Dr. Dave, for saving my life.

I’d also like to thank my mother who has helped me to see one of my life goals, owning my own home.  Doing this alone has been nerve-wracking and a bit terrifying, to say the least, but having her along has helped immensely.  It took me more than a year to find the perfect place and when I was at the end of my rope and was about to give up, she told me “it will find you” and it did.  At the very last moment, my agent pulled this one out of his hat and the sale went very quickly.  Within two months I was at closing and now have my home, filled with boxes, but mine.  So a great big thanks to my Mom, and to Pete, my friend and agent, for making this happen.

I’m thankful for all of my friends and for my writing sisters at PLRW who have helped me to stay sane through all the sickness and the house drama and, of course, the publication of my second book in my series.  I don’t know how I was even able to finish it, let alone get it out there and for that I am ever grateful and remain so.  I have the best friends in the world and wouldn’t give them up for a million dollars.

And I’m thankful 2014 is almost over.  Looking forward to a bright, happy new year and wishing all of you a happy, healthy, creative holiday season, however you chose to celebrate it.  May you find peace, joy and happiness wherever you go.