Showing posts with label Native Americans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Native Americans. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

MARTHA CONWAY SHARES HER NATIVE AMERICAN RESEARCH FOR THIEVING FOREST

Five Things You Didn’t Know About Native American Families
By Martha Conway

These days there is so much information available that I’m fairly sure that whatever is news to me will not be news to someone else. That being said, however, there is a lot I learned about Native American families and communities while I was researching my novel, THIEVING FOREST. Previous to this, most of my “knowledge” came from Hollywood or from my 6th Grade Ohio state history class. And I don’t even want to tell you how many decades ago that was!

Ohio forest


I had certain prejudices. I thought that some tribes settled in villages, others roamed about hunting and fishing, while still others traded and lived in portable houses (tepees). But as it turns out, in 1806 many Native Americans did a combination or even all of the above, regardless of their tribal affiliation. Much like today, families could be very fluid, moving from one part of the country to another, sometimes living with other families, sometimes going it alone, depending on what we might now call the economy.

Potawatomi dancer


Here are five other facts that surprised me:

1. Different tribes lived together in harmony
Villages might not consist of only one tribe. In fact it was common in northwest Ohio, especially after the Iroquois Wars, for several tribes to live together. It was better for the sake of protection, and it worked to build up tribes that had lost a lot of members to war and famine.

2. Separate checking accounts
Women in certain tribes owned their own land and farmed it themselves. When they sold their crop, they kept the money. Their husbands had their own sources of income.

3. Chiefs could be female
I know, surprising, right?! Never saw that in a Hollywood movie. Also, you might find more than one chief in a village, especially if the village was a large one. Different chiefs had different responsibilities: one might oversee agricultural disputes; another might interview guests and newcomers.

4. Not all tribes took captives
Different tribes had different attitudes about this. Some tribes did not take prisoners at all, some let their captives go after hostilities were over, while others converted captives into adopted tribal members and treated them like family.

5. Intermarriage and adoption was common
Inter-tribal loyalties were strengthened by marriages, much like European royalty. And in fact, in some cases relations through marriage took precedent over tribal affiliation.

Of course, generalizing about Native Americans is like generalizing about Europeans—not everyone is going to be culturally similar, even if they live on the same continent. And my focus was very small: the Great Lakes Indians, or Forest Indians as they were sometimes called. But even so: some surprising facts, yes? Or did you know all this already?!



FIVE SISTERS. FOUR ARE KIDNAPPED. ONE GOES AFTER THEM.
ALL THEIR LIVES ARE CHANGED FOREVER.

”Conway's historical novel features prose as rich as its characters ... hypnotic.” —Kirkus Reviews

"An extraordinary historical novel." —Akron Beacon Journal

On a humid day in June 1806, on the edge of Ohio's Great Black Swamp, seventeen-year-old Susanna Quiner watches from behind a maple tree as a band of Potawatomi Indians kidnaps her four older sisters from their cabin. With both her parents dead from Swamp Fever and all the other settlers out in their fields, Susanna makes the rash decision to pursue them herself. What follows is a young woman's quest to find her sisters, and the parallel story of her sisters' new lives.

Potawatomi man's costume
Field Museum, Chicago

The frontier wilderness that Susanna must cross in order to find her sisters is filled with dangers, but Susanna, armed with superstition and belief in her own good luck, sets out with a naive optimism. Over the next five months, she tans hides in a Moravian missionary village; escapes down a river with a young native girl; discovers an eccentric white woman raising chickens in the middle of the Great Black Swamp; suffers from snakebite and near starvation; steals elk meat from wolves; and becomes a servant in a Native American village. The vast Great Black Swamp near Toledo, Ohio, which was once nearly the size of Connecticut, proves a formidable enemy. But help comes from unlikely characters, both Native American and white.

Both a quest tale and a tale of personal transformation, Thieving Forest explores the transformation of five pioneer women and one man as they contend with starvation, slavery, betrayal, and love. It paints a startling new picture of European and Native American communities, along with compelling descriptions of their daily lives. Fast-paced, richly detailed, with a panoramic view of cultures and people, this is a story of a bygone place sure to enthrall and delight.

Thieving Forest is the gripping story of Susannah Quiner’s quest to find and recover her sisters, kidnapped as part of a plot against the family, all struggling to survive in the unforgiving wilderness that was 19th century Ohio. The interwoven tales of each sister – and Susannah’s search through the vast forest and swamp that once bordered Lake Erie – are told in fast-paced prose that vividly portrays a time long past and the timeless challenges and choices of life both then and now.

Fans of literature about early life in America from Last of the Mohicans to Little Women will be delighted to discover Thieving Forest and add it to their list of books to enjoy again and again.”
– Alice K. Boatwright, author of Collateral Damage and Under an English Heaven

For an excerpt of THIEVING FOREST, go to Martha’s website at http://www.marthaconway.com


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Martha Conway, Author


Martha Conway’s latest novel, Thieving Forest, has been called “extraordinary” by the Akron Beacon Journal. Her first novel 12 Bliss Street was nominated for an Edgar Award, and her short fiction has appeared in The Iowa Review, The Mississippi Review, The Quarterly, Folio, Puerto del Sol, Carolina Quarterly, and other publications. She graduated from Vassar College and received her master’s degree in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. She has reviewed fiction for the San Francisco Chronicle, The San Francisco Review of Books, and The Iowa Review, and is a recipient of a California Arts Council fellowship in Creative Writing. Born in Cleveland, Ohio, she now lives with her family in San Francisco.



Martha has taught fiction at UC Berkeley Extension and at Stanford University’s Online Writer’s Studio. She tweets ten-minute prompts and exercises every day on twitter (#10minprompt, #WritingExercise) via @marthamconway.

Friday, January 13, 2012

MARY ADAIR SHARES HER PASSION


Mary Adair
 Today I’m happy to welcome my first ever critique partner, Mary Alice Adair. We joined Romance Writers of America and a local Fort Worth chapter at the same time. Each of us had a burning desire to create stories and have them turned into published books, but didn't know the first thing about technique, craft, character arc, yada yada. We still do have that fire to create books! Hopefully, we have each improved our craft along the way. Mary writes Native American historical romance, much based on family research that includes both Cherokee and English ancestry.


Much to my sorrow, Mary moved from my area to Eastern Oklahoma. Selfish of me to wish her still here, because she and her husband live in a cottage on the side of a beautiful mountain forest where they have dogs, chickens, and a menagerie of animals. Mary is a skilled medical technologist who works as radiologist at the local hospital. She has regained the rights to her first two books and published them on Kindle. She'd like to tell you about them today. Introducing you to my friend, Mary Adair is my pleasure.



Caroline: Readers love to get to know authors. Please tell us about growing up.


Mary: I was actually raised by foster parents. My first set, the only parents I called Mommy and Daddy, raised me from the age of about 18months to 8 years old. Mommy was a full blood Native American, and Daddy was Chief of Police in the small town where we lived. When I was 8 years old, Mommy died from cancer. Daddy died from a broken heart the next year. I actually found out not too many years ago that Mommy was related to me, though I don’t know how and no one is living now that can tell me.


After my parents died I went to live with Mommy’s grown up and married son, Gary, his beautiful wife and their two younger girls. I grew up in a rural area just outside of the little town where Mommy, Daddy, and I had lived. When I wasn’t enjoying playing with my two younger sisters, I was riding my horse. I stayed in this family until I grew up and married my very own Prince Charming.


Caroline: When you’re not writing, what’s your favorite way to relax and recharge?


Woods near Mary
Mary: I love to read and I love movies. I also enjoy walking in the woods, so I guess it is a good thing I live in the country.


Caroline: I love country life, too. Would you like to share any guilty pleasures that feed your muse?


Mary: I don’t think this would fall under “guilty,” but I love to sit on the porch with my husband and just talk about my stories, the characters, and my plot. He has such an imagination and it always amazes me how much history he knows. On second thought, maybe I should feel guilty. My husband is wonderfully patient with the time I spend with my characters.


Caroline: How long have you been writing?


Mary: I think my joy of writing started when I was very young. I remember writing little stories and reading them to Mommy. She always made a big deal of each story. When I went to live with Gary, I would write stories for the girls.


Caroline: Where do you prefer to write? Do you need quiet, music, solitude? PC or laptop?


Mary: I do not need music, quite or solitude, though all those are nice. When I’m planning a book, I write on paper napkins, gum wrappers, the edge of a newspaper, the palm of my hand, any surface I can find. This all while sitting in a movie, eating at a restaurant, or pretending to be listening or paying attention to whatever I am supposed to be doing at the time. I use both a PC and laptop.


Caroline: Are you a plotter or a panzer?


Mary: Great question! I love to plot, but it has to work with my title, which I choose first. Then of course, there are those many wonderful scenes that came to me while standing in the grocery check out or while I was feeding the chickens or pretending to listen to the news. Of course, none of them work with the plot, so you just have to change it or add to it. I think that makes me a plotting panzer.


Caroline: I think they call that being a plotzer. I have been so impressed with the details of your research. Tell us about the research you did for this series. Do you use real events or persons in your stories or as an inspiration for stories?


Mary: I love to write stories that are historically correct. My first book was very loosely based on an ancestor of my husband’s. Some of the things I read about him would put Indiana Jones to shame! When I wrote about my main female character, I thought about my biological sister and how I think she would react or what she would do in that spot. I knew my sister growing up, but we were not raised together and did not see each other often. After we grew up, we have made it a point to get to know each other. She has told me a lot about her life when we were apart, and I can see how she has become the brave and self-reliant person that she is. I wanted New Moon to have her spirit and her beauty. I also looked back at the love shared by my Mommy and Daddy and drew on that as well. Oh my, does all this make me a romantic plotting panzer?


Caroline: What do you hope your writing brings to readers?


Mary: Shear enjoyment. I want to bring joy, excitement, a bit of fantasy, adventure, mystery and always a happy ending.


Caroline: What long-term plans do you have for your career?


Mary: I plan to create and tell stories for as long as I live. It would be nice if everyone that read one of my books enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it, but even if not everyone enjoys my books, I will still keep writing.


Caroline: Me, too. I think I’ll have to live to be 200 years old to get all my current ideas written. Would you like to tell us what you’re working on now?


Artist's rendition of a Cherokee
village like the one in PASSION'S VISION
Mary: I am working on book three of the Passion series as well as a Fantasy Adventure. There is also an inspirational story tugging at my heartstrings, so I may have to bring it up on the list.


Carolyn: What advice would you give to unpublished authors?


Mary: Never, never, never give up.


Caroline: Oh, yes, the famous quote by Winston Churchill. I believe that’s true. Tell us about your rerelease.
 


Mary: Here's the blurb:


PASSION'S PRICE is the story of a woman willing to pay any price to realize her passion and a man who will deny his own passion to keep her safe.


The Great Spirit has blessed Golden Dawn with a gift of visions. A vision sends Dawn to England to protect her childhood friend, Little Buffalo. Will she be strong enough to stand between Buffalo and the danger threatening him? Can she convince her beloved Buffalo their paths are destined to be joined forever?


Raven Cloud is the adopted son of James Fitz-Gerald. He came to see himself as a half-breed savage who doesn't fit into the white man's world or the red man's world. Because of his rebellion he was asked to leave the village shortly after earning his warrior name Raven Cloud.


Excerpt:


Raven turned his attention to his mysterious visitor. "How may I be of assistance?" His eyes focused on her veiled face. He felt a twinge of familiarity and the heaviness of the bad wind threatened his balance.


The woman lifted the veil. What greeted him were eyes shining with the warmth of a summer sky. There was a spark of mischief in their blue depths, and he thought at once of another pair of blue eyes. His head swam when he noticed strands of dark golden curls beneath her bonnet that gently kissed her cheeks and clung to her neck. His throat tightened.


Then she smiled...and he knew.


"Dawn?" his voice cracked.


"Yes, Buffalo, it's me."


It took only a moment for Raven to regain his composure, yet it felt like a lifetime. "What are you doing here?" he demanded in his most commanding tone. Her response did little to ease his confusion.


"I came because you need me."


She'd changed little since he last saw her. She'd grown, most definitely, but her ability to toss him right over the edge with simple statements, spoken as if nothing else needed saying, remained.


"What?" He turned on Thomas, "What in the world is she talking about? Why have you brought her here? Does her father know?"


"Not exactly. Now settle yourself." Thomas took Dawn by the arm and shoved her behind him.


Dawn pushed at Thomas and resumed her position before Raven. She stood straight and tall, and tiled up her chin. "My mother knows I'm here."


There it was again, her one sentence 'that's all you get' answer. Raven scowled at Thomas.


Thomas slapped his hands together and chuckled, "Well, now that we have everything all straightened out, I must get Dawn settled in a room."


"You will get her settled right back on the Golden Lady, or whatever other ship you were so foolish to bring her here on..."


"Well, yaw see, I can't do that. The Golden Lady will be leaving in the morning to make a very important pickup. A pick up that is of no concern to you, because the Golden Lady is Dawn's ship. And, I might add, the one ship in James's fleet you have no control over or interest in." He hooked his thumbs in his belt and chuckled.


"Stop that, Thomas," Dawn scolded…


Caroline: I love that book, but I recommend  readers start with book one, PASSION'S VISION. Even though the books are stand alone, I like the continuity of beginning with the earliest story. Besides, at this price, why not buy both? Where can readers find your books?




Mary: Here are the links:
PASSION'S VISION is at
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006QQ0LVA


PASSION'S PRICE is at
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UKCAG6


Caroline: Anything else you’d like readers to know? How can readers learn more about you?


Mary: My website is www.maryadair.com and I'm on Twitter as @maryadairdotcom


Caroline: Mary, thank you for being here today and sharing your passion (pun intended)




Readers, please return on Monday when another Mary visits, Mary Martinez. In the meantime, please remember our Amazing Authors Event is ongoing through January 24th. Here's the lineup:

Jan. 13. Beth Trissel (historical & light paranormal romance) http://bethtrissel.wordpress.com/
Jan. 14. Roseanne Dowell (romance)
http://roseannedowellauthor.blogspot.com

I'll include links for the following next week:

Jan. 15. Cathie Dunn (historical fiction & romantic adventure)
Jan. 16. Maggie Toussaint (romance & mystery with a Southern dash)
Jan. 17. Patsy Parker (paranormal fantasy romance)
Jan. 18. S.G. Rogers (fantasy, romantic fantasy, young adult fantasy)
Jan. 19. Linda LaRoque (western contemporary & time travel romance)
Jan. 20 Jacquie Rogers (dragons, princesses & romance)
Jan. 21. Karen Nutt (paranormal romance)
Jan. 22. Anna Kathryn Lanier (sensual contemporary & historical westerns)
Jan. 23. Barbara Edwards (riveting romance with an edge)
Jan. 24. Ginger Simpson (historical & contemporary romance)
On the last day of the tour, Ginger Simpson is going to post some fun and easy questions you must answer for the chance to win free reads. (Hint: there will be a link to each author’s post so you can quickly double check).

Thanks for stopping by!


Thursday, September 01, 2011

REMINISCING ABOUT CHILDHOOD

Happy Childhood Memories
For most of us, reminiscing about our childhood is nice, isn’t it? Trouble is, do we remember correctly? One of my favorite cartoons was "Hi and Lois" where Hi and his son were outside in the snow peering up at the icicles hanging along the eaves. Hi was telling his son how much bigger the icicles were in the winters when he was a kid. The little boy asked his dad to kneel down to his level, Hi did, and then peered up and said, “Yeah, I see what you mean.” We do tend to lose our perspective about the good ol’e days, don’t we?



Yellow House Canyon
near the Caprock

My childhood, as I look back, was pretty idyllic. I grew up in Lubbock, Texas on the high plains known as Llano Estacado. North of town and, coincidentally just north of where my husband’s family and mine lived, was a part of Yellow House Canyon. Ten thousand years and more ago, Native Americans camped in and roamed through that canyon. Spanish explorers followed the route, and allegedly Coronado came that way in 1541. Early pioneers followed the route for accessibility to water. Growing up, I had no idea Yellow House Canyon was important to anyone but the neighborhood boys.

Coyote - the 4-legged kind
Although I wasn’t allowed to roam the canyon, Hero and his Boy Scout friends did, searching for arrowheads, spear points, and other artifacts. Hero actually found a Clovis knife. In fact, there was a local site where Boy Scouts camped. One winter in the snow, my future father-in-law came to collect Hero, irate that the Boy Scouts and their leaders "didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the weather." Years later, my younger brother also camped there in a snowstorm, but my folks had no idea where to find him. He came home from his camping trip ecstatic because a coyote had come right up to their campfire. Only a ten-year-old boy would think that was a good thing!


Lubbock Lake Landmark Site
Above or near that spot is the Lubbock Lake Landmark Site. It was there when I was growing up, but I was pretty much in my own world of books and Nancy Drew back then and had no idea the place existed. Archeological excavations are ongoing and it’s possible to view them in process. Inside the new center is a nice museum.

Giant short-faced bear
once roamed here
Outside are bronzes of some of the extinct animals whose bones have been unearthed--Columbian mammoth, bison, short-faced bear. The site is listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and is a designated National Historic and State Archeological Landmark. It is managed by the museum of Texas Tech University with excavations conducted under a Texas Antiquities Committee permit. Wow, I had no idea until I'd moved away and toured the site on a visit to my inlaws. Isn't that often the way?


Mackenzie Park

Further southwest along the canyon is the local picnic area, Mackenzie State Park. As a kid I was forced to attend what seemed like hundreds of reunions each summer at this park. Okay, it was only three, but I hated them. I was very shy, and having the same dozen old geezers each year tell my dad he needed to tie a brick on my head so I wouldn’t keep growing so tall was not my idea of fun conversation. Since the reunions were on a Sunday after church, I always had to wear a dress. At least there was an amusement park--tame by today’s standards--but it provided the only fun rides in town. The owner watched to see no rough stuff happened or creepy guys hung out. Now the area where my older cousins played softball has been dammed to hold water. It’s a beautiful park with huge old cottonwoods and elms. The park is named for Ranald S. Mackenzie, Indian fighter.


Still further southwest is Ransom Canyon, a part of Yellow House Canyon, where Comanches traded white captives for ransom. And sometimes where robbers who dressed like Native Americans traded captives. Now it’s a housing development with its own lake.


Lubbock, Texas

Going back to Lubbock feels odd now. My parents and my husband’s parents have passed away, although we are related to a huge percentage of Lubbock County’s residents. The town has changed a lot since we left and it seems almost as if we never lived there. Memories have to sustain us, because the Lubbock we remember no longer exists. Do you have a place your treasure from your childhood?





Lubbock and the nearby fictional town of Sweet Springs are the setting for my latest release from The Wild Rose Press, HOME, SWEET TEXAS HOME, which received a 5 Heart review from The Romance Studio. HOME SWEET TEXAS HOME is a modern Cinderella story about Courtney Madison. If anyone ever needed a break, it’s Courtney. She’s hanging on by a fraying rope. A two million dollar inheritance came in the nick of time. But money doesn’t really solve all life’s problems, just changes them. If you’d care to purchase the book in print or e-book download, and I hope you will, the buy link is www.thewildrosepress.com/caroline-clemmons-m-638.html

Thanks for stopping by!



Saturday, July 23, 2011

VONNIE DAVIS AND A FAMILY KIND OF LOVE

Readers, please welcome debut author Vonnie Davis as a guest poster today.

A FAMILY KIND OF LOVE


There are so many different kinds of romance. If I had to pick one type, I doubt I could do it. At the top would be comedic romance in any sub-genre. I do love to laugh. Another one of my favorites is romantic stories that revolve around a family, with all those wonderful, complex dynamics. I enjoy getting to know each family member.

STORM’S INTERLUDE includes a small family—Storm, his twin sister Sunny, who has leukemia, and her little boy, Sawyer—who all live on the Triple-S Ranch. An important part of the family is Noella, the housekeeper, who raised the twins from the age of five when their mother deserted them. Also part of this extended family is Storm’s best friend and the love of Sunny’s life, Police Chief Jackson Cole. Enter Sunny’s new nurse, Rachel, who blends in with the family quite well, except for the fire-sparks between her and Storm.

Noella as she might look
 To my surprise, my favorite character in my contemporary romance turned out to be Noella. Now, Noella is, to use the cliché, the moral compass of the family. Expressing her feelings is as common for her as making breakfast or running the vacuum. She rules the house and keeps Storm in line by threatening to stop cooking for him. She also has a verbal quirk. Once she voices her opinion, she ends it by saying, “But I say nothing.” I think this little quirk makes her memorable and more human.

Here's the blurb:
Nurse Rachel Dennison comes to Texas determined to prepare her new patient for a second round of chemo. What she isn’t counting on is her patient’s twin brother, Storm Masterson. Despite her initial attraction, Storm has two things Rachel can’t abide: a domineering personality and a fiancée. Half Native American, with the ability to have "vision dreams," Storm dreams about Rachel for three nights before her arrival. Both are unprepared for the firestorm of emotions their first chance encounter ignites. Ultimately, it is Rachel’s past—an abusive, maniacal ex-boyfriend—that threatens to keep them apart…and Storm’s dreams that bring them together again.

Excerpt: I’d like to share a scene with you. Storm is trying to figure out his attraction to Rachel. He’s an engaged man; his loyalties are to his fiancée, so this fascination is not setting well with him. He’s in his office at the ranch, struggling, trying to deny his attraction.
 The sounds of more laughter and water splashing seeped through the open window, so did the music Rachel was so fond of playing. It was good to hear Sunny giggle again. Maybe that was part of the attraction. Gratitude. Was part of what he was feeling for Nurse Rachel gratitude for her helping Sunny?

With her there, much of the tension that permeated the house for so long had evaporated. Noella’s claim that Rachel brought hope was correct. It was like they’d all been given a new lease on life, not just Sunny. He tossed the pen down and stepped to the window again.


“Master Storm, I bring you some coffee and two banana nut muffins.” Noella set the plate and steaming mug on his desk.


“Thanks, Momma Noella. You know the way to my heart.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at her.


She stepped beside him and looked out the window. Rachel was holding Sawyer’s hands and dancing with him to a song playing on the CD player. The delighted child was giggling. “Si, I know one way to your heart.” Her head jerked in the direction of Rachel. “Maybe she knows another, huh? But I say nothing.”


“I’m engaged. You know that.” His eyes stayed focused on Rachel.


“Si.” Noella patted his chest. “But your heart, my child, does your heart know that?” She turned and started to walk out.

Buy links:


http://bit.ly/rcCIMa -- The Wild Rose Press


http://amzn.to/pkkcLq -- Amazon


http://bit.ly/pb9DQd -- Barnes & Noble


Come visit me at Vintage Vonnie where I blog. http://www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com/




Vonnie Davis at a book reading
Thanks, Vonnie, for sharing your debut release, STORM'S INTERLUDE, with us. What a gorgeous cover. From what I've read, this one is a winner. Best wishes for many sales.
 
Readers, please return on Monday for a visit with my Almost-Cousin, Celia Yeary.
 
Thanks for stopping by!


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

AUTHOR VONNIE DAVIS SKIPS TO THE BEAT OF A FLUTE


Vonnie Davis
Readers, welcome author Vonnie Davis, whose first book, STORM'S INTERLUDE, will soon be released from The Wild Rose Press. Vonnie, tell us about growing up and your life before you became a full-time writer.

Vonnie: While most people go through life marching to the beat of a drum, I seem to skip to the beat of a flute. My children would nod their heads to that statement and say, “Yep, yep, that’s Mom.”

When I found myself a single parent with three children, little skills and no job, I submitted a job application at a large factory every day until they hired me. I got the job not because I had the skills, but because the folks in human resources were tired of seeing me. I learned to assemble engines for tractor-trailers. For twenty-six years I worked in the heavy metal industries, learning what I could and retiring as a stress engineer.

I started college at the age of forty-five, working night shift so I could attend classes during the day as a full-time student. There I fell in love with Billy Shakespeare and Geof Chaucer. I wrote my first play at Penn State where it was put on for Lunchtime Theatre. My middle child, who was a college senior at the time, transferred to PSU for his final semester so he could say he went to college with his mom. We’d meet at the dining hall and library to study and talk. I recall quite fondly the day he came into the library, socked his books on the table and groused, “If one more professor tells me he or she hopes I’m as good a student as my mother, I’ll just scream. I carry a four-point-oh, for God’s sake.”

After being alone for twelve years, I met a man online. He sashayed into my mailbox on a jazzbeat and a smile. He’s a retired English teacher and author of three books. I’ve saved the best for last; I have six stupendous grandchildren. I’d tell you about them, but after four or five hours, your eyes would just glaze over.

Caroline: I'll bet you have photos, too. LOL Who are your favorite authors and favorite genres?

Vonnie: I adore romance, the hope, the life-lessons, the sensuality of every story.

Caroline: How many books do you read a month? What are you reading now?

Susan Macatee's book,
also from The Wild
Rose Press
Vonnie: I read 4-6 books a month now that I’m writing so heavily. Currently I’m reading a delightful Civil War romance by Susan Macatee, CONFEDERATE ROSE.



Caroline: I agree with you, Susan's writing is fabulous, plus she's such a terrific person. I alsways enjoy a book more if I know the author is a nice person. When you’re not writing, what’s your favorite way to relax and recharge?


Vonnie: Calvin and I travel, we dote on the grandkids or watch a good movie.

 Caroline: We don't have grandkids (wistful sigh) but Hero and I love watching movies together in the family room and traveling together. Describe yourself in three or four words.


Vonnie: Loving, Supportive, Focused and Extra-fluffy (polite speak for over-weight).


Caroline: Ouch! Extra-fluffy describes me, too. Would you like to share any guilty pleasures that feed your muse?


Vonnie: Chocolate and margaritas, not at the same time, of course.


Caroline: Wise choices, but now I'm hungry for Tex-Mex and a margarita. Thanks for that! ;-) How long have you been writing?


Vonnie: I began writing a series of short stories in the 5th grade about a little man from Mars who came to Earth and got into all kinds of zany predicaments. As soon as I heard my classmates chuckle, I knew that’s what I wanted to do. Then when I was a young adult, self-doubt moved in with a five-piece set of luggage and stayed until I met Calvin. He’s encouraged me to chuck the baggage and follow my dreams. I’ve been writing seriously for five years.


Caroline: Amazing what a difference a supportive spouse makes, isn't it? We're both lucky! Where do you prefer to write? Do you need quiet, music, solitude? PC or laptop?


Vonnie: I have two favorite spots. One is on my recliner with my laptop on my lap. The other is at Bob Evans where the waitresses know us. They hook me up to an IV of coffee as soon as I sit down. We’ve been known to campout on one of their booths for four hours and write. Obviously we have to leave a nice tip for rental fees. ;-)


Caroline writing with
cat Bailey looking on
Caroline: I admire anyone who can write in a restaurant. I prefer my office. Are you a plotter or a panzer?


Vonnie: I’m a pantzer. I wing it until my characters take over and then I merely take dictation.


Caroline: Wonderful when that happens, isn't it? Do you use real events or persons in your stories or as an inspiration for stories?


Vonnie writing in a
cafe setting but
where's Calvin?
Vonnie: No, my imagination is too off the wall for that.


Caroline: Yes, I know what your mean. Wasn't it Tom Clancy who said "The difference between fiction and real life is that fiction has to make sense?" Do you do your research before you begin a new project, or as you go along?


Vonnie: I research locations first. Other research I do as needed.


Caroline: Tell us about your writing schedule. Do you set goals? Do you write daily?


Available July 15 from The Wild Rose Press!
Vonnie: I write daily. I get up around eight and write all morning. Afternoons I do emails and self-promotion. I write again in the evenings while we watch TV until around midnight. Obviously with such a schedule, I’m retired. I have to laugh as I read that! It makes no sense—as if writing isn’t work. (Thunks forehead with fist.)


Caroline: Isn't that the truth? I hate when people think I goof off all day because I'm at home and "all I do is write." What do you hope your writing brings to readers?


Vonnie: That we can overcome most anything. That we possess a great deal of strength within our spirits. That unconditional love makes us crawl out from under our rock of fear into the sunshine of day.


Caroline: What advice would you give to pre-published authors?


Vonnie: Write and rewrite, join a writers’ group, find a critique partner or mentor (I mentor two writers) and take online classes to learn your craft.


Caroline: Excellent advice and kudos to you for mentoring other writers. I knew I liked you! Tell us about your latest release.


Vonnie: My debut novel, STORM’S INTERLUDE, will be released by The Wild Rose Press on July 15th.


Caroline: How about a blurb?


Vonnie: Here it is:

Nurse Rachel Dennison comes to Texas determined to prepare her new patient for a second round of chemo. What she isn’t counting on is her patient’s twin brother, Storm Masterson.

Half Native American with the ability to have “vision dreams,” Storm dreams about Rachel for three nights before her arrival. Both are unprepared for the firestorm of emotions their first chance encounter ignites. Even so, Storm has two things Rachel won’t abide: a domineering personality and a fiancée.

Yet, ultimately, it is Rachel’s past—an abusive, maniacal ex-boyfriend—that threatens to keep them apart…and Storm’s dreams that bring them together again.


Caroline: Wow, that sounds intriguing. You know I love stories set in Texas. And I had a character named Storm in my Kincaid series now on Smashwords and Amazon. How about an excerpt?


Vonnie: Here's a PG excerpt:


Storm heard off-key singing when he opened the back door. He quietly toed off his boots in the mudroom before stepping into the kitchen.


An open laptop sat on the wooden kitchen table. Beside it was a mug of steaming tea. On the counter was a loaf of wheat bread next to a jar of peanut butter. Protruding from the opened refrigerator was a cute behind, covered by baggy yellow pajama bottoms, wiggling to the beat of the song being sung. “Shot through the heart and you’re to blame, you give love a bad name.”


The off-tune singing stopped, but that perfectly rounded bottom continued to wiggle. "Pickles...pickles. Surely there are pickles in this huge refrigerator. Maybe some of those sweet little Gherkins. Oh, look, cottage cheese. You give love a bad name…” The off-tune singer extracted a container from the crowded contents of the refrigerator, absently reaching out to set it on the counter.


Sneaking up behind her in his stocking feet, he placed a hand on the edge of the open door of the refrigerator and leaned over her bent body.


She moved a pitcher of orange juice. “Okay, pickles, where are you hiding?”


“Check behind the milk.”


Rachel yelped and spun around, her hand to her heart. Her big blue eyes opened impossibly wide. “You! Wha...what are you doing here?”


He held out his hand. “Hello, Rachel. I’m Storm Masterson, Sunny’s twin brother.”


“You…you’re Sunny’s brother? Don’t you dare touch me.” She made a fist and had the audacity to shake it under his nose. He didn’t know whether to laugh or paddle that cute behind she’d been wiggling earlier. “You…you just keep your hands and your lips to yourself. You…you naked, kissing bandit.”


Storm leaned his head back and laughed. “Well, I’m not naked now. Just how do I classify as a bandit? I didn’t steal anything from you.”


Rachel fisted her hands on her hips, leaned in and narrowed her eyes in such an appealing way he was overcome with a keen desire to kiss her softly and slowly, the kind of kiss that made you sigh partway through it. “You stole a kiss from me.” Her eyebrow arched. “Or have you forgotten?”


He smiled, his hands itching to touch her. What man walking the face of this earth could forget a kiss like the one they’d shared earlier? “Is it called stealing when the woman gives as good as she got?”


Rachel shook her fist again. “Back up, buster. I’ll not be kissed like that again.”


Caroline: Okay, you've hooked me and now I HAVE to read that book the minute it's available!  How can readers learn more about you?


Vonnie: I blog at http://www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com/


My website is http://www.vonniedavis.com/




Caroline: Those are gorgeous models in your video, Vonnie. Best of luck with your writing career!
Thanks to Vonnie Davis for sharing her personal and writing life with us! Perhaps she'll come back for another visit after her books is released.
In the meantime, please remember SAVE YOUR HEART FOR ME is available at The Wild Rose Press www.thewildrosepress.com/caroline-clemmons-m-638.html and also from Kindle and other online stores.

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