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What I was going to say I remembered was when Harlequin and Silhouette started releasing holiday books. I’m sure the other publishers did, too, but H/S was what I normally read because those books cost less and I loved them. Then I started reading all the holiday collections—the Regencies were my favorite, because Carla Kelly and Mary Balogh always had stories in them. I still remember some of those stories; I still reread ones I have copies of.
by Caroline Clemmons
Welcome
Fall! Our weather is a little cooler. Several types of trees are getting Falll
colors that show well among the dark green live oaks. I am aware our Fall display in North Central Texas
is nothing compared to New England. But this is where I live, and I'm enjoying
my community.
Many
people love summer’s heat, lying in the sun and getting a tan, participating in
or watching summer sports, and just having sunny days. Perhaps I'm eccentric,
but I'm so much more comfortable in cooler weather. Spring and Fall are mu
favorites.
As a child, I enjoyed things like climbing
trees and softball in our neighborhood, but that's about the limit of my
athletic acytivity. Usually, I was indoors reading comic books or playing with
my paper dolls or writing little stories about a princess rescued by a dashing
knight. The stories didn't vary much and didn't have many obstacles. Comic
books gave way to Nancy Drew and paper dolls to riding my bike.
Now I
love taking drives in the Fall and seeing all the trees and hedges changing
color. With our recent rains, the grass is still green, which makes it even
more attractive. My youngest daughter and I make great plans about what we're
going to do to the yard. But not now—next spring.
I look
forward to reading, writing, and watching movies on TV. The stories I write don’t
feature a princess (with one exception), but are about strong women ready to assist the valiant hero
defeat the villain. Hmm, maybe they haven’t changed as much since I was a young
girl as I’d thought.
My two
precious daughters and I are slowly recovering from my dear husban’s recent death---although
I don’t suppose anyone ever actually recovers from the death of a loved
one. Some days are better than others, of course. I'm sure many of you have
gone through the same thing. At least I
am feeling more positive and cheerful.
As the
passing seasons are a part of life, so are the passings of our loved ones. It's
all part of some great plan we don't understand, but we must have faith things
are under control by the Almighty.
By Caroline Clemmons
An author friend and I were talking recently about starting a new book or series. It's always an exciting time, but there are many factors that go into laying the background for a series. For instance, in my recent book SHAD, for the Guns For Hire series, I deliberated where to have the action happen. Back in the Depression (the big one), my father-in-law as a young man worked for the Civilian Conservation Corps, the CCC. This was about the time of the Works Progress Administration, the WPA. My father-in-law felt lucky to be assigned to a work crew up in the northern New Mexico forest. He had photos that showed how pretty it was there. The pictures were black and white, but you could visualize the beauty.
A friend had a cabin at Questa. She talked about how much she loved the area. She would sit on her front porch and watch the wildlife. She even saw a bear go by, but it didn't bother her, fortunately. Her description sold me on that location. I got off the beaten path and started checking locations that would work, chose the area, then made up the town.
I have been to northern New Mexico, but not the exact place where I said in the book. I've been to Taos. As I mentioned, one of my friends has a cabin at Questa, a town I used in SHAD. I looked online to see what features it had. (The internet is such a blessing for research.) I was surprised to find Questa has a walled downtown that sounded interesting. But I didn't want my main set there. I made up the town of Ben Rock. I visualized a large rock shaped like a flat bench, sort of hanging on the side of a mountain over this town, like a bench for a giant.