Saturday, 15 February 2025

Romance!

 


Romance!

Romance! I’ve never been a fan of what one might call pure romance. I’ve always preferred my love stories to have other elements and more themes than the old-fashioned man meets woman, they quarrel, they make up and marry. I prefer the main characters to be real, rounded people with back stories and families, and fully established lives before meeting their heroes or heroines. I want to have the feeling that their previous interests and concerns will continue in a situation of mutual love, respect and generosity.

Romance! I’ve never been a fan of silly misunderstandings which have no proper purpose other than to keep the lovers apart and provide the black spot as it used to be called which appeared at about the three-quarter mark of a novel. That misunderstanding often concerned one of the romantic partners being told lies about the other, or truths that were spun to suggest the worst interpretation. The teller was almost always someone with no reason to wish the couple well. Does the newly-informed hero or heroine ask the other partner for an explanation? Of course not! That would be too sensible!

Romance! I like my romantic partners to have enough complementary or in-common attributes and interests to make it feasible that they’ll stick together into the foreseeable future. This doesn’t mean each needs to be honey-sweet, but there should be something that will hold them together and it will be very little to do with curves, muscles or physical beauty.

With that in mind, here are a few of my loving partners from various of my romantic books and my attempt to explain why they work as lovers by my definitions.

1.     Tamzin Herrick and Matin Campania from the seven-volume Being Tamzin series. Matin first saw Tamzin during a terrible period of her life when her very odd parents were forcing her to change her identity yet again, parting her from her first love just as they parted her from her best friend when she was eleven. Matin was in the thrall of a handler who also managed Tamzin’s parents, but, seeing her despair, he smuggled a phone number to her in a pair of shoes. When she eventually found it, some months later, she called him, and he facilitated her escape. Tamzin offered to stay with him out of gratitude, but he sent her away to a safe place even he didn’t know. They met up again nearly a decade later in their late twenties, each having made a satisfying life in the meantime. Finally, the time was right to debrief and to catch up on unfinished business. Tamzin had no proper family, being long estranged from her only relatives. Matin had a close-knit loving bond with his. Tamzin was a violinist and portraitist. Matin worked at a music studio and hoped to open his own studio in the wider arts. They really were made for one another… now…but only because they overcame their rocky first meeting by courage and a willingness to create their own futures.  

 

2.     Pippin Pearmain and Alain Barfleur from the nine volume Performing Pippin Pearmain series were both young actors when they first met. They enjoyed a brief friendship while making a film together, but Pip was only fourteen to Alain’s eighteen. They just missed working together again in another production a few years later. Alain left her a letter and a gift, but his agent made sure her return letter never reached him. Pip became an eccentric character actor who finally retired in her fifties after her mother and her agent died in the same week. She never forgot Alain, but he was just a lovely memory, the donor of a cup she used on special occasions. In her sixties, having spent a decade living in a seaside cottage with two conversational cats, Pip made a comeback in a strange film shot at a music festival, playing a part written especially for her. She met Alain again by chance when he was hijacked into the closing scene of the film…To their delight they still felt the tug of instant friendship. Both were single, and both were willing to take a chance—and they did. Pip, however belatedly, got to have her fairy tale with the best friend she’d missed for decades.

 

3.     Doctor Harry Fejoa from Rachel Outward Bound first met Rachel Traveller when they were both taking part in a human deep-sleep tanking experiment run by the Outward Bound company whose ambition was to send a colony ship to a distant planet. The plan was to conduct studies on the effects of long-term hibernation. Harry and Rachel met in the year-long simulation where they, and fifteen other candidates, inhabited a virtual world. Harry was a counsellor and physician and Rachel a nutritionist with an odd perception talent neither she nor anyone else could explain. Harry, from his fascination with Rachel from a scientific point of view, soon began to appreciate her odd approach to life. They realised they were in it for the long haul when they understood that the promise of shipping out with the new colony was less important than being together.

  4.     Oliver Farnorth from All Feb Up, Rage Against the Christine and The Fell Fowl ran a convention centre while his wife, Christine, filled her life with the committee meetings that befitted her role as mayor. The deeply conventional Oliver was mortified when Christine eloped with her deputy on the eve of the mayoral garden party, especially because she left him with a freezer full of ready meals and a standing order with the local grocer.  Her hastily elected replacement was the young and determined Eve Battle, who dug Oliver out of his den of sulkation and obliged him to help stage the garden party anyway. To Oliver’s bewilderment, he and Eve became good friends, with their acerbic wits playing off one another and their inventive mindsets constantly finding new topics of discussion. Their odd-couple friendship came to the attention of Eve’s grandmother, Vivienne, who liked to style herself the Widow Battle. Vivienne inspected Oliver, liked what she saw, and manoeuvred him into an interesting relationship. Vivienne was as forthright as Christine was woolly and insubstantial, and the now-divorced Oliver, once he got over the feeling that he ought not to be—er—enjoying himself with another woman (what would Eve say if she learned he was sleeping with her granny?), started to take a very definite interest in life. Arguing the point over exactly how they might term their arrangement made Oliver blissfully happy in his grumpy sort of way.

Romance! It is where one finds it. My characters find it because they are in the right time at the right place, meeting the person who will bring out the best in them and give them one more reason to be satisfied in life. Surely that’s what romance ought to do?


To follow on to the other bloggers in this blog hop, check out...

Bob Rich   https://wp.me/p3Xihq-3pV

A.J. Maguire http://ajmaguire.wordpress.com/

Victoria Chatham http://www.victoriachatham.com

Belinda Edwards https://booksbybelinda.com/blog/

Helena Fairfax http://www.helenafairfax.com/blog

Connie Vines http://mizging.blogspot.com/

Diane Bator https://escapewithawriter.wordpress.com/

Sally Odgers https://behindsallysbooks.blogspot.com/2025/02/romance.html (That's me)

Skye Taylor http://www.skye-writer.com/blogging_by_the_sea


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Wednesday, 17 November 2021

Queen of Tarts

Buy Queen of Tarts 1 

Queen of Tarts! I intended to write a shortish book, making it one of four titles riffing on cards...Who knows why- must have seemed a good idea at the time.

Anyway, I went for it when the opportunity came to write a Halloween story. I named my heroine- Queenie Hart, and afflicted her with what she calls the Caledonian Curse, in that, every October, her speech and thought patterns get taken over by a cranky and highly suspect Scotswoman. Queenie doesn't want, or like to burst into a flood of Gaelic or, worse still, cod stage Scots invective when anyone annoys her, but there it is- come October, that's exactly what she'll do.

The Caledonian Curse has lost her jobs, friendships, boyfriends and is about to lose her the unit she has lived in by default since moving in with a work friend who subsequently moved out. It's not all about loss, either... it can also be about cost, as Lassie Haggis, as Queenie eventually dubs her extra personality, has a penchant for online shopping for everything from a round trip to Scotland to a case of Islay Malt and a bagpipe serenade. It's possibly unfortunate that Lassie Haggis is in control when Queenie encounters James Stuart (not the king or the actor) at Circular Quay...

I had a wonderful time writing Queenie's story but, par for the course, it went long. Eventually, it went TOO long for the publisher who had taken it on. Therefore, I split the ms into Queen of Tarts 1 and Queen of Tarts 2. The first one ends on the edge of October, with a sinister rustling in the belfry. The second ones ends on the night of Halloween. Q#1 came out in October. Q#2 will be out in late November. Having left Queenie in a position where she's solved her most pressing problems, I realised there was still more of the story to tell. Therefore, I wrote Queen of Tarts 3, subtitled The Twelve Tarts of Christmas. (Did I mention Queenie is a baker?) In this one, most of the remaining mystery is unraveled... It comes out in late December. I had a wonderful time with bats, The Belfry, a rackety 96-year-old landlord, a grumpy landlady, a load of fairies, tarts, a basket of childhood, a mysterious painting, a bus called Ethel... anyway, it was all enormous fun. 

Oh, and naturally, I needed to know what happened to the grumpy landlady, Angel Petty, and to her new tenant, Penny Bunn, and so I wrote One Hundred Roses which comes out in February. I badly wanted to write Ninety-Nine Shamrocks for St Patrick's Day, but my computer crashed. Maybe next year.





Thursday, 14 May 2020

Queen of the May

Well, it's been a while! I just wrote a FB post and suddenly remembered my blog. So, here it is, polished up.

My new romance Queen of the May is available right now! HERE.

May Day, I thought... might write a book for May Day. So I did. As a few of my local friends might possibly remember, way, way back in the day the Devonport Choral Society put on the light operetta Merrie England. 1979, that must have been... May, that must have been. In Merrie England, there's a song called The May Queen Comes. I've always loved the music from Merrie England, and I got to sing some of it on stage. I'm not the best singer in the word by a long chalk, but Mum and Dad were musical, and my sister did the photography, and I got to be part of the chorus. So, I sang and danced and had a village maiden's costume. It was wonderful fun.

Mind you, I got married a week after the show ended, so that was a busy year.

I think all this was in the back of my mind when I was writing Queen of the May. This book isn't autobiographical in any way. Lucy isn't in Merrie England. She's NOT in a musical called Queen of the May, and that's the whole point. She could have played the lead, but she didn't. (No way could I have ever played the lead, or even a named part.)

Nevertheless, I got to invent a new musical, and play with costumes, and interesting china, and invent a loved series of children's books... oh, this book has all sorts of the things I love in it.

Queen of the May is part of a long running series, but it stands alone easily, because most of the characters are new or have appeared only once before, in tiny supporting roles. 

Saturday, 31 August 2019

2019 in Focus: August


2019 in Focus: August has gone to print. 
Every day in August I went for a walk with my camera and took photos. I chose some to represent each day and wrote accompanying verse. Every photo and all but one verse was created on the stated day (that one was done the morning after). The photos are not all in focus, but when I chose a fuzzy one it was for a good reason.

I knew I’d be away for part of August, so the theme is Home Away Back.

I made some of the photos into sets or collages. A few of them have been digitally altered to remove something ugly and intrusive or to create a flipped pattern. This was done in Paint. Colour, brightness and contrast are left natural and I didn’t use any effects. The coloured frames and text were mostly done using sampled colour from the photos.


 I managed to contain the size to 149 pages this time; let's hope I can keep September to a reasonable size too!


Sunday, 18 August 2019

Jigsaw Cards Remade

Jigsaw Cards Remade
Well, they never did turn up, so I remade them using three sets this time...
Here are a few samples.
Pick one from each set to get an idea.


OBJECTS
 hat horse ink bottle statue ice ice-cream Jack jumpers joey kite
 kitten kettle bird computer dingo dog cake brumby lake tree ring

DESCRIPTORS
A strange A flying A painted An inky An ice Black Purple sparkling
An ugly An angry A shining A scary A dripping A weird A tiny

ACTION
I want I need I don’t want Scared of Running from Looking for I found
The teacher asked for Hunting for Finding Losing Chasing Packing
Selling Buying Inventing Discovering I laugh at Racing Getting rid of

Ideas:
I want a strange hat...
Looking for a flying statue
Discovering an inky cake...

Saturday, 17 August 2019

Jigsaw Cards AWOL

Jigsaw writing... I'm holding some workshops in Townsville next week and (naturally) I can't find my jigsaw writing cards. I'll have a look in a few more places, and then probably give in and make some more. This time, I might try three different cards rather than two,  and make one set all objects, one set all subjects and one set all modifiers. Wish me luck!

Friday, 16 August 2019

Blossom Perspective

This photo was taken in the dusk looking up through blossom. Interesting effect... It's the kind of thing that inspires thoughts and makes you look at things differently

Thursday, 15 August 2019

Line 11 Page 111 2019 in Focus: June


Just to keep an eye to see
How long the nest would stay be-egged
I thought (you know) that roaming dogs
And kicking kids would have them pegged

Wednesday, 14 August 2019

Line 11 Page 111 The Pixie Grip

Line 11 on Page 111 doesn't stand alone, so here's the paragraph.

"Peter, can I tell you something I’m scared of?”
“Bogles?”
She giggled. “Not while I have gingerbread in my pocket. Currie says if I ever see a bogle it’s probably someone with a bogle manifest, and gingerbread is bound to help.”
“It works on goats,” Peter G remarked

Tuesday, 13 August 2019

Pearl 8

I'll be beginning work on Pearl 8 soon. I have an idea to use a different setting.
So far, we have books set mainly in the meadow, on the cliffs and an island, partly on a snowy mountain, in the forest, at Ogrefest, Big Rock and near the pond. The Kingdom, where all the stories take place, has lots of different landscapes and next time I rather like the idea of a desert.