Welcome, Janet Lane Walters

1: Thank you so being for being here Janet Lane Walters. 

First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?

 If we don't count papers and doodling with stories in high school or care studies in nurses' training, I'd say my first attempts began in 1967. I was first published in 1968 with a series of short stories and some poetry. Then I graduated to novels when an editor said my short story sounded like a synopsis for a novel.

2:Great way to start. Tell us, What or Who inspired you to write?

Not sure anyone inspired me. I've always been a reader with a library card since I was four years old. Actually I wanted to be a journalist but college was out of the question so I became a nurse. Reading was my inspiration. We were living in a small town with a limited library leaving me with nothing to read. That's when I decided to write my own stories. Took a few years of reading books on "How to" and sending stories out in the mail, retyping them when they came back and sending them out again before I sold a short story. Then I was hooked.

3:Ah the dreaded rejection and felling of elation from that first sale. I remember it well. What do you like the most and least about writing?

There is nothing about the process of writing I don't like. To me they're all part of the process. From the idea to blocking the story to writing and re-writing, revision I find each part has its own joys. To me all is a challenge and knowing I'll reach the end of a story always spurs me on.

4: It's definitely a challenge. Okay tell us, what do you do for fun and relaxation when not writing?

When not writing I do a lot of reading, crossword puzzles, listen to classical musicals and catch up on favorite crime show. I also spend a lot of time tending to a semi-invalid husband. Plus phone calls to distant in location grandchildren and visiting with the ones close at hand.

5:Sounds like a busy life. So, which authors do you like to read?

This is a very hard question since I read a lot and read a variety of authors. There are many of the BWL authors stories I enjoy, plus people I've been reading for years and contemporary authors. As to picking a favorite often it's who I'm reading or re-reading at the time. The list would take a page or two on your blog so I'll just say they cover every genre except horror. 

6:Great answer. I always found that question difficult to answer also. Tell us one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

Interesting question And I really can't think of much. Maybe that I'm a Cancer with six planets in that sign a Taurus Ascendant with Uranus, the planet of the unexpected sitting on the Ascendant. Makes life interesting.

7: Wow, sounds interesting. Tell us about your current novel, where I can find it and your website/blog.

My latest published novel is part of the Opposites in Love series. This one is called The Gemini - Sagittarius Connection. The heroine is a nurse with a pair of ten year old twin sons. She's a widow and has brought her sons to Eastlake to remove them from bad influences in the city. She has a connection to the heroines of the other stories in the series since they all went to the same college nursing program. Liz doesn't want another husband. Her dead husband was a hero who died rescuing children from a fire. She figures once is enough. She is a Gemini.

The hero is the Sagittarius and he often suffers from foot in mouth disease. He's a widower and isn't looking for another marriage. His first one was perfect in his eyes until she died. He is taken by the twin boys and steps in to be a male figure in their lives. Once he realizes he loves Liz he knows he must find a way to persuade her to take a chance.

The Gemini - Sagittarius Connection (Opposites in Love Book 3) 

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8:Sounds like a great book. I'm a Gemini. Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

Tips for the aspiring author. 1. Write every day even if it's no more than a paragraph. 2. Persistence pays so continue writing and sending your stories out for people to read. 3. Listen to what your editor says. 4. Remember your words aren't carved in storm. You can delete and change them at will.

9: Great advice. A question I'm sometimes asked, do you base your characters on real-life people?

Perhaps in a general way but not on particular people. Sometimes I use people I know traits but most of my characters are pulled from the air and from my observation and by using Astrology to develop their inner nature, their emotional nature and the face they show the world.

10:I love using Astrology for my characters traits. So then where do you get your ideas?

I'm not sure where my ideas arrive. A number of my stories are based on my love of ancient Egypt. Four of the YAs were inspired by my grandchildren. My work as a nurse definitely inspired other stories. I may have a twisted mind and something I read or see might trigger the idea for a story.

11:I know what you mean, it's strange where our ideas come from.  Off the topic of writing, what’s one thing no one knows about you?

I'm not sure there's anything that someone doesn't know. I've met and made friends of many people in my many years of life.

12. Who’s your favorite author and what’s your favorite book?

There are a number of books I've read more than once. One author is Jane Austen and I've read all her books more than once. Tolstoy is another. Read all his books. I really can't name a favorite author or book but Anna Karenina comes close to being a favorite. This book also nearly found me kicked out of school in the third grade.

Excerpt:

When she reached the nurses' station, she halted abruptly. Jeff Carter, the man who'd resided in her daydreams for years, stood at the unit clerk's desk. "Where's the new nurse manager?"

"Here," Liz said. "I'm Liz Jordan, and you are?"

"Dr. Jeff Carter, not to be confused with my son." He smiled.

Liz grasped the edge of the counter. "Since I know Alex, there'll be no confusion. Is there a problem?"

He nodded. "On Friday, there was a medication error involving one of my patients. I was told the incident report was in your office. I want to see it."

She frowned. She'd looked through all the papers that were in the basket and hadn't seen any incident report. "Let me look."

"Don't you think incident reports are important?"

"I didn't find one on my desk, but I'll check the drawers."

As they strode down the hall, he told her what he'd learned. "Someone on this unit is responsible. I spoke to the pharmacist on duty. He said a nurse had insisted she'd spoken to me, and I'd ordered penicillin on a patient who's allergic to that medicine. No one called my office. I want to know who's behind this."

"So do I." Liz checked the papers on her desk and searched the drawers. "Not here. Maybe Delores put it with the things she removed from the office."

"Find her." Ice coated his voice.

"On my way."

"One thing you'd better make clear to your entire staff. Any time there's a question about one of my orders, I expect a phone call."

Liz turned. "That's standard practice. Who signed off the order and sent it to the pharmacy?"

He shrugged. "Writing's on a par with mine."

Liz smiled. “Won’t be a problem when the computers arrive.”

“Not you, too. Find that incident report.”

Liz found Delores in the lounge. "Dr. Carter would like to see the incident report from Friday. It wasn't in my office."

Delores smiled. "Maybe I accidentally put it with my things. I'll check my locker and bring it to you."

"Thanks. He's a tense man."

Delores laughed. "Maybe he should be."

Ten minutes after Liz reached the nurses' station, Delores arrived. "Found it. Dr. Carter, I understand your patient was fortunate."

Jeff Carter's mouth formed a taut line. "Weren't you in charge Friday? Where were you when the incident occurred?"

The blonde rested one hand on her hip. "Taking some comp time. I'm sure I told the clerk to call your office."

The thin woman wheeled in her chair. "You never."

"Then I must have told the patient's nurse. These new grads let everything fluster them."

By the time the stories were checked, Liz had no idea what had happened. The incident report was no help. She frowned. Delores had signed the report, yet she denied being on the unit when the wrong medicine was given. "How could you sign a report when you weren't here?"

Delores opened a drawer. "Pre-signed forms. The nurse manager only needs to sign that the nurse made it out."

Liz lifted the forms from the drawer. "This won't happen again."

"Better not." Jeff picked up a stack of charts. "Mrs. Jordan , I'll speak with you after I've seen my patients and talked to their nurses."

Liz watched him walk away. She would rather hide, but she couldn't. She returned to her office and added more items to her growing list. How could one person sort out chaos?

"Mrs. Jordan ."

His deep voice sent chills along her skin. "Dr. Carter, come in."

He closed the door. "I know it's your first day, but do you have any idea when you'll have a smooth operation here?"

She wanted to laugh, but that would be the wrong approach. "I've a list of areas where improvements are needed and some ideas of how they can be accomplished. But to give you a date, sorry."

"I wish you luck."

"Thanks. I'll be speaking to all the doctors and asking for suggestions. Do you have any?"

He smiled. "A few hundred. We should name a time and place for a meeting."

"I'd like that." She mentally ran through a list of those who should be included.

"How about joining me for dinner on Friday?"

"Sure. No, wait . . . ." She'd answered before she thought, before she remembered this was real and not part of a fantasy. She shook her head. "Not dinner."

"Strictly business."

"We can meet here, or you could tell me now." Did he hear the panic in her voice?

"Can't today. I've office hours, and I need to organize my ideas. Not here either. Too many curious eyes."

She frowned. "Why would anyone be curious about a meeting in this office?"

"Don't ask."

"Let me talk to Eric. I'm sure we can use the conference room and ask the other doctors to come."

"Friday. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Tell me where, and I'll meet you." She'd also ask Eric and Jenessa to join them.

"You're new in town."

"Not that new. I went to Grantley with Megan." She chewed on her lower lip. Why had she reminded him? Evidently, he didn't remember how she'd made a fool of herself. Liz stared at her desk. This was the moment she'd dreamed of for years. Dreamed was the key word. Reality wasn't safe.

Welcome, Victoria Chathman

1: Thank you so much for being here, Victoria Chatham

First up is the obligatory question. When did you first

begin writing?

As soon as I could hold a crayon. I wrote letters and words, never pictures of cats or dogs, and it was not at all appreciated by my family. I could read and write before I started school so I suppose short story and essay writing came relatively easily to me. I won several first prizes for essay writing and I wrote my first novel when I was thirteen, but did not pursue a writing career until I was in my fifties.

2:Sounds like so many authors. So what or Who inspired you to write?

My husband Nitch (a nickname – only his mother and the government referred to him as Neil John) really pushed me to write. I think he got tired of hearing me talking about writing but never doing it. He found me a writers group and made sure I went to an open evening, he bought me a typewriter and later my first computer. Every day he asked if I’d written anything yet and if the answer was no (it usually was, I managed a busy self storage facility at that time) then he’d take over what needed to be done so I had the time to write. My only regret is that he passed away before seeing my first book published. With his photo above my writing desk I don’t dare give up now! As far as other authors go, I really liked Maeve Binchy for the way she developed her characters and Rosamund Pilcher for her descriptions and the flow of her writing. However, my first love was Regency romance as portrayed by Georgette Heyer, and I was a Jane Austen fan from when I first read ‘Emma’ at school.

3: I’m sorry your husband never sat your first book published, but I’m sure he’s very proud of you. A question I’m often asked, what do you like the most and least about writing?

I really love getting new characters and ideas and can easily get lost in any research I might have to do but then comes the hard slog, the actual writing. Getting myself organized to sit down and write gets punctuated with procrastination. I think it’s residual fear that this book might not be good enough for a reader to enjoy it but I am getting past that. One thing I still struggle with is making my villains villainous enough. I think I’m too tender hearted as I always try to find the best in them, or explain why they are the way they are.

4: Even villains have some good points. Tell us what do you do for fun and relaxation when not writing?

Oh goodness! Have we got time? I love being outdoors so walk, hike and trail ride when I can. I love horses so volunteer at Spruce Meadows a world class show jumping center south of Calgary, listen to music – depends on my mood as to whether it be classical (especially Mozart), blues or good old rock ‘n roll. I love the movies too and have a good movie buddy but in between going to the theatre I’ll watch movies on Netflix. And I read a lot which really is a prerequisite for being a writer.

5: Sounds like a busy life. Which authors do you like to read?

Other than those previously mentioned, I really like Mary Balogh, Jo Beverley, Jo Goodman, Tami Hoag, Jeffrey Archer, Ken Follet. I think it goes without saying that I’m also a fan of all our great Books We Love authors, Juliet Waldron, A.M. Westerling and Killarney Sheffield particularly. I have to say that even though I was not a fan of history when at school because I could never remember dates, I now find it fascinating.

6: Funny how we change with time. So, what’s the one thing you’d most like people to know about you?

You do ask some difficult questions Ro! I really had to think about this one. I suppose though that, despite being an on the plump side, bespectacled 72 year old grandma, I still have an adventurous soul and like to challenge myself.

7: I love adventures. Tell uw about your current novel, where can we find it and your website/blog.

My most recent release was the boxed set trilogy, The Buxton Chronicles, comprised of Cold Gold, On Borrowed Time and Shell Shocked. It’s available at www.smashwords.com. My current work in progress is Loving That Cowboy, a western contemporary romance which should be available in September and I have to say that switching from historical to contemporary is more of a challenge than I thought it would be. There’s more about me and my books at www.victoriachatham.webs.com.

8:Wow, that is a drastic change. Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

Writing is by nature a lonely path, so I’d recommend anyone to find a good, supportive writers group. Attending workshops and presentations helps a lot as does having good craft books and actually reading them, not just having them decorate your bookshelf. Once you are comfortable with your writing, a good critique partner who can provide you with constructive criticism can be invaluable too.

9: Great avice. A question I’m often asked, do you base your characters on real-life people?

I think all writers do to a certain extent. I know I’ve seen people do something, heard them say something, and made a note to myself for future reference or use when building my characters.

10: Very true. Where do you get your ideas?

I’m maybe lucky in that characters present themselves to me. I first have an image of them, they soon tell me their name and the era in which they live. Then I Google what happened in that year to see if I can use historical facts to build a plot around them.

11: Ah,you are lucky. Tell us one thing no one knows about you?

That when I was a teenager and in the Territorial Army (army reserve force in the UK) I drove a tank. I’m not sure whose heart beat faster, mine or my instructor’s!

12. Wow, that sound like a story waiting to be written. So, who’s your favorite author and what’s your favorite book?

It is still Georgette Heyer and especially her book Frederica as whenever I reread it I find it as fresh and funny as when I first read it.

 Excerpt from Cold Gold, Book 1 in The Buxton Chronicles.

Serena considered the irony of the two women’s situations. Lorelei, with her genteel

upbringing, now owning a bawdy house. Maggie using her proceeds from prostitution to fund respectable businesses.

“So,” Maggie’s voice broke the silence. “What do you intend on doing with your Randolph gone?”

Serena put her cup down. “I have to find him,” she said. “But I really don’t know how I shall accomplish that, especially as Mr. Harris will not allow me access to Randolph’s funds.”

“Will he not?” Maggie’s face flushed with outrage. “The old skinflint.”

“Well, unfortunately he does have a point.” Serena told them about her meeting with Frank Harris. “So you see, I am in a rather difficult position. I have next to no money, no access to funds, and absolutely no idea what to do next.”

Serena didn’t like the mischievous glint that appeared in Maggie’s eyes, or her suggestion that she should apply to Lorelei for a position in her house.

“’Course, if I told you some of the positions that could earn you some very good coin, you might not believe me.” Maggie rolled her eyes suggestively and Lorelei giggled and cuffed her arm.

“Don’t tease her, Maggie. I’m sure we can find something for her to do.” Lorelei looked hopefully at Serena. “Can you teach?”

Serena shook her head.

“Sew?”

“I can barely thread a needle.”

“Bake?”

“The only time I have ever set foot in a kitchen was to discuss menus with our cook.”

“Well, what can you do?

Serena didn’t think horse riding and pheasant shooting would be of any account, but she did have one skill. If she dared do it. She looked from Maggie to Lorelei and back again.

“I can sing.”

Welcome, Juliet Waldron

Thank you so much for being here, Juliet Waldron.

Thanks so much for having me, Roseanne!

1. First up is the obligatory question. When did you first begin writing?

Early, but then that’s standard for most writers. At heart, most of us story tellers, simple as that. I started with what we’d call fan fic, writing a play based on Bambi that was performed in the auditorium before all the fourth grade classes. I was pretty elated by that!

2. Wow, that is an early start and quite a feat. Who or what inspired you to write?

Our house was full of books. All my elders enjoyed telling stories about their childhood or just recounting events of the day with lots detail and sometimes, funny embellishments. My grandfather was a Lit professor with a wry sense of humor who could turn a trip to get gas and groceries into an adventure. In short, I had inspiring role models.

3. Wonderful role models. I love a good story teller. So what do you like the most and least about writing?

At the moment, what I hate most is sitting to type. Maybe I need a standing desk, as my back has been giving me fits. I’m not a fast writer, and I spew something out and then have to go over and over it in order to completely build a scene. What I like the most is the moment when those characters I’ve been imagining (and imagining) suddenly pop into three dimensions and begin to talk and walk without any apparent help from me. Then, writing a story becomes rather like watching a play.

4. Characters taking over is the best part of writing. And what do you do for fun and relaxation when not writing?

I’ve been a cyclist for 40 years. Although I used to ride distance (25-50) miles, those days are gone. It still puts a big smile on my face, though, when I hop on my step-through Granny bike, , and ride a few miles to shop or to the library or farmer’s markets.  I also volunteer with bike rodeos for kids and perform advocacy work to make cycling and walking safer. I keep a small garden, and read—of course—as well as slouch on the couch and watch too much TV with a cat or two.

5. Sounds fascinating and much more physical than me. What authors do you like to read?

We have some wonderful authors of genre fiction at BWL, and I’ll mention just a few—A.M. Westerling, Kathy Fischer-Brown, Jamie Hill and Margaret Tanner come to mind, but there are plenty of others whose stories I’ve read and enjoyed. I read non-fiction, too, especially history and archeology. That’s not only for research, but because learning new things about our human past is a kick.

6. They are excellent writers and you’re right, BWL does have a lot of wonderful authors. Tell us, what’s the thing you’d most like people know about you?

My books focus on relationships and on women’s experience in whatever time or place. Our names don’t often make it into the history books, but we were there, accomplishing things that moved society forward. I’d like to shed some light on both parties in a relationship. Mozart had a wife and so did Alexander Hamilton. These women are interesting in their own right.

7. Excellent. Tell us about your current novel, where we can find it and your website/blog?

I’m finishing the second half of “A Master Passion” which is about Alexander Hamilton and his wife, Elizabeth. Not only did our Founding Fathers possess exceptional minds, they had personal lives, too. In this case, both husband and wife have fascinating ‘backstories.’ Imagine a world in which Albany sits on the edge of frontier! And Hamilton himself has a life story that struck even his contemporaries as improbable, the stuff of fiction.

You can find out more at:  http://www.julietwaldron.com

The first book of the set is available at:

http://amzn.com/B00V8UT9I0

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/538709

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/a-master-passion-the-story-of-alexander-and-elizabeth-hamilton

8. You obviously have a fondness for history. Do you have any tips for aspiring authors?

At a long ago Romance Writer’s Convention, I heard Nora Roberts instruct: “Put your fanny in the chair.”

To that I will add Jimmy Hendrix: “Get experience!” And there you have it.

9. Ah yes, I heard her speak and she said the same thing. Great advice. Do you base your characters on real-life people?

I would say that I do, even my historical fiction. I’ve often read true stories that have inspired the big “what if?” question. That’s the germ of every tale.

10. Where do you get your ideas?

From life, as above, whether it’s life in the past or observable behavior. When I write fantasy, which I do occasionally, I head to the big storage cabinet of myth, but even a wolf man has to be a consistent and believable character.

11. You’re right about that. What’s one thing no one knows about you?

I doubt there’s much that’s interesting. I’m just another writer with a head full of stories I hope to tell. No extra toes or anything like that.  J

12. LOL So, who’s your favorite author and what’s your favorite book?

That’s a tough one. As a child, I remember reading “Little Men” about 30 times. I also got stuck on Jane Austen for a time, as well as Gore Vidal’s “Burr” and Eco’s “Name of the Rose”. I read Margaret Irwin, Margaret Campbell Barnes, Rhoda Edwards (“Broken Sword”) and Sharon K. Pennman back in the day, and wanted so much to write fiction like them. Right now, I’m enjoying Susanna Clarke’s “Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell” which is a fantastic genre mash-up. 

 Excerpt from Master Passion

 

Betsy heaved a sigh of relief and smoothed her party dress. In the center of the table sat the tea, steaming in a fine English china pot her mother had given her. The surrounding fare was substantial. The guests were obviously enjoying their repast. It was a full-scale affair, a long table covered with savories as well as sweets.

Some, Betsy had made herself, some she had brought in from famous Philadelphia bake shops. From her kitchen had come apple, pumpkin, kidney and pigeon pies, conserves of pears and plums, and loaves of bread.

That wonderful Dutch treat, oleykoecks dusted with sugar, those that had escaped the nimble fingers of the children, were not an hour old and wafting fragrance over the table. From the German baker there were sticky honey cakes and high tortes of nuts, cake and cream. A fine ham sat in state beside the tea pot with slices cut to order by Davie, who had stayed with them. He was resplendent tonight in a fine new wig, coat and pants.

Betsy knew that to the Philadelphians, as well as to the rich southerners, her tea was a simple affair. No roast pig, no pheasant, no songbirds stuffed in pigeons stuffed in ducks stuffed in turkeys. Nor any French cook backstage drowning everything in sauce, such as Mr. Jefferson employed.

Betsy didn’t have money for such luxuries on the slender salary of her public servant husband. Even if she had, her Dutch housewife’s upbringing wouldn’t have allowed her to ever feel easy with a French cook in the kitchen.

After a little time, she overheard the judgment of Philadelphia society upon the table of Mrs. Secretary of the Treasury.

“Pumpkin custard baked in the pumpkin. How quaint!”

“Yes. Good Lord. I haven’t been intimate with the dish in years.”

“Well, try some. It’s delicious. I’d quite forgotten how good it can be.”

The first speaker was Mrs. Willing, a tall and fashionably dressed brunette, a member of an old Philadelphia family. The second, Mrs. Bingham, was younger, fair and bejeweled.

“Look at this whipped cream! I must say, this is the first edible Republican tea I’ve had. The torte is Herr Kumkraker’s, certainly, but excellent as usual. The rest, I divine, came from her kitchen. I must confess it’s all extremely well prepared.”

 Betsy, holding her chin high, strode to confront the speakers. Mrs. Willing, she thought, was, as usual, sailing just to the lee of rude, but then, what else could be expected from someone whose father had been a war profiteer? The other lady’s maiden days had been spent coquetting it among the red coats during the occupation. One of her bosom friends had been the glamorous, notorious, and now forever banished Peggy Shippen—Mrs. Benedict Arnold.

“Ah, Mrs. Secretary Hamilton, such a marvelous table!”

“Yes, and so perfectly apropos for our Republican Court.” Mrs. Willing caught the flash in Betsy’s dark eyes and quickly added, “These days, with so many well-trained émigrés to employ, one is liable to overlook one’s native diet.”

“Such satisfying food! Why, it’s the kind of tea my worthy Grandmother Chew often served.”

“Your chef…is, ah, from New York?”

Betsy was certain they were fishing for an admission that she had “stooped” to cooking. Gazing into those smug, smooth, carefully made-up faces, she was ready to give them something to gossip about—these foolish women, too proud to enter their kitchens.

A man’s arm slipped beneath hers, interrupting.

“Ladies!” Alexander saluted Betsy’s companions, bowing gracefully. Both women returned his greeting with the responsiveness that Betsy knew usually welcomes a man who is both good looking and powerful.

“Mr. Secretary.”

“Mr. Secretary.”

“I overheard you ladies discussing our chef.” His glorious blue eyes flashed at Mrs. Bingham. The reigning beauty’s color rose beneath her rouge.

The secret of his power over all of us, Betsy thought with a deal of irritation, is that he acts as if he’s not only been in our bed before, but that he’s eager to get back in!

“Actually, a mere cook, ladies.” Alexander began smoothly, sending the merest flicker of a wink to his wife. “She is a marvelous Dutch woman from Albany, sent to us by Mrs. Major General Schuyler. If you can believe it, she speaks not a word of English. My wife is the only one who can communicate with her.”

While Mrs. Bingham and Mrs. Willing were mulling this astonishing fiction, he added, “Plain fare it is, but, I must confess, ’tis quite rich enough for a man with a delicate constitution.”

“You, Mr. Secretary?”

“Ah, yes, unfortunately so. Please excuse me, my dear.” He set Betsy’s arm free. “It is imperative that the ladies taste the pigeon pie.”

Collecting them, one gorgeous belle on each arm, Hamilton began to steer them along the length of the table to where the pigeon pie sat in state, rich brown gravy flowing from a generous cut where the Knoxes had already assailed it. Davie, helpfully attentive, picked up a plate and a server, ready to offer whatever the ladies fancied.

“I confide, of course.” Hamilton spoke in lowered tones. “Trusting implicitly in your discretion.”

The ladies nodded, curls dripping from their towering hairpieces, eager to have his attention.

“Did I hear you say something about a delicate constitution?” asked Mrs. Bingham. “That you should have any weaknesses at all, Mr. Secretary, is an astonishing notion.”

“Ah, Madam, if only I had none. In fact, I have several. A Spartan diet takes care of one.” Here he paused, blue eyes tantalizing them. “Marriage, I confess, assuages the other.”

The buxom Mrs. Willing leaned closer and tapped his chest with her fan. “But, surely, if the weakness is still with you, you must occasionally experiment with other cures...”