Wednesday Past Betrayals - Past Loves #MFRWHooks #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #paranormal romance #reincarnation

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BLURB:
A curse sends Astrid on a journey to ancient lands. She meets deceit and betrayal searching for true love and to break the curse. The search begins in Egypt. When she touches an ancient Egyptian necklace she is hurtled through time into the turbulent life of another woman. She discovers the words spoken in anger holding her spirit captive. Seven more times she finds a piece of jewelry and returns to a distant past. In each of these lives she encounters and falls in love with a man who seems to be someone recently met in her present as do the enemy man and woman.

The heat between Astrid and Duncan is instant and becomes incandescent. Her dislike of two characters grows. Eight realms await her. Eight chances break the curse holding her spellbound and to end the cycle of past betrayals and find love. Eight chances to foil the evil man and woman who follow her and Duncan from era to era.

EXCERPT:

"I stopped at the hospital." A sigh escaped. "I can't believe he had a stroke. He's always been so healthy."

Clive clasped her hands. "He's tough. Before long, he'll be back cluttering the place."

"Hope not. You've achieved wonders here." She tried to free her hands. He tugged her closer. "The apartment looks like a magpie's nest."

"Good description." He brushed her lips with his.

Astrid shook her head. She wanted to wipe her mouth. Would he start another pursuit this summer? "Let's stick to business. I like the arrangement of the stock."

"A suggestion from a new customer. Rich playboy type, but he has good taste. Garrett and your dad connected. Act like they've known each other for ages."

She crossed her arms on her chest. "Why were you and Dad arguing?"

He groaned. "Guess you talked to nosy Sarah. Was more like a heated discussion about displaying two new pieces he recently found. Bought this sealed box at a sale. Odd assortment."

"How odd?"

He laughed. "Nothing bad. Mostly a collection of Victorian jewelry and these two pieces. He wanted to research them before they were offered for sale. I wanted to price them immediately. You know how hard it is to date the things we acquire."

She nodded. "So where are they?"

"Most of the jewelry is in the vault and I can't get to them."

"I--" She cut off her response. She knew the code for the vault and would see what he meant in the morning.

He took her arm. "I'll show you the two pieces I kept out and introduce you to Paula Winters. She's photographing a number of our best pieces for a catalogue we're launching."

"Another suggestion from Dad's new friend?"

"In a way." He entered the Egyptian area. "Astrid, Paula Winters. Astrid is Lloyd's daughter. She's here for the summer, then it's back upstate."

Astrid didn't contradict him. Her plans weren't his business.

The woman turned. "Teacher?" She gazed at Clive.

"School nurse." Astrid read admiration in Paula's eyes. Did Clive return the interest? He usually went for petite and curvy. Paula was slim, almost boyish. The blunt cut of her shoulder-length auburn hair reminded Astrid of styles she'd seen on ancient Egyptian women.

Paula's crooked grin warmed Astrid. "Glad to finally meet you. Your dad talks a lot about you."

"Don't believe everything he's said. What are you photographing today?" Astrid asked.

"Starting with the Egyptian collection. The new pieces are stunning. Clive thinks it's a good idea to have a visual record of the things in the shop."

Astrid turned to Clive. "Then there is a problem."

"I told you several pieces were missing."

"Thieves?"

"I hope not, but this has been going on since right after Easter."

Astrid frowned. Why hadn't Dad mentioned the problem? She edged toward the stand where a necklace and crown were displayed on a black velvet cloth. Where had she seen these pieces before? The necklace resembled a wide collar. Semi-circles of a pale gold metal were inlaid with lapis. From the last row, carnelians dangled. The headband of the same metal had flowers of inlaid lapis with carnelian centers.

"Are these the items you and Dad argued about?"

Clive nodded. "He wanted to put them in the vault."

"Why have you displayed them?"

"One, I can't open the vault and two, they're too attractive to hide."

Astrid brushed a finger over one of the dangles. Sadness washed over her. As though under a spell, she lifted the necklace. Waves of dizziness rocked her.

* * * *

Seshat stood at the entrance to her workroom built against the wall of the villa. She stared into the garden. Though chaos ruled the Two Lands, in this house at a distance from Thebes, only echoes of the troubles were heard. How fortunate that her father, Nomarch Sehetep, had distanced himself from the politics of both halves of the divided land.

She heard her younger sister giggle and watched her run toward the workroom. "What have you done now?"

"Spied on Father," Tiy said.

Seshat shook her head. Tiy hovered between childhood and womanhood. She delighted in mischief. Seshat left the doorway and reached for the tallies of the recent harvest.

"Don't you want to know what I heard and what I saw?" Tiy's warm brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Tell me."

"We have guests. From Thebes. Oh, Seshat, they are the most handsome men I have ever seen. They seek father's support. One of them wants the Double Crown. Maybe he will choose you as his wife and ignore Nefru."

Seshat sighed. If she were chosen, Nefru, daughter of their father's dead first wife, would be furious. Though Seshat's mother had been a princess of a past dynasty, Nefru denied the claim. Seshat sighed. Anyone seeking Sehetep's support would choose the oldest daughter. Since no sons had been born to the house, Nefru's spouse would claim the nome when Sehetep left this world.

"We're to eat the evening meal with them," Tiy said. "Nefru stamped her foot when she heard. When these men see you, they won't look at her."

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Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Who Is He or She? From Idea to Finished Book

There is much to know about your characters.  For me, the first thing is the name. Now I've had characters announce their name as I'm thinking about the story. Other characters are shy and refuse to disclose their name. That's when I set off on a search of one of the ten or so baby name books I've had on my shelf for ages. I look at name after name and continue to search until I discover a name that will fit.

In my latest WIP, the heroine and the hero announced their names.  Hers is Suzanna, not Suzanne, she informed me. And the name seemed to fit the little I knew about her. He told me he was Caleb. Such an old-fashioned name, I thought. Twice I tried to change the name but as I was writing, Caleb inserted itself into the story. So Caleb he is and has remained.

Another thing one needs to know about the age of the character. I've read books where very adult ladies don't really fit the characters they are meant to be. I once read a story about a second chance for love and the heroine was in her fifties but she sounded and acted like a twenty-something. So the age has to fit the character.

Age figured in one of my stories. My heroine was in her mid to late thirties. The hero was thirty. So there was a discrepancy in their ages, but this was needed for the story. So consider the character's age when you're telling their story and make sure they act their age.

Not only must they act their age but their name must suit their age. I know we all have friends called Bunny who are in their fifties or sixties but unless there's a real reason that fits the story, this doesn't work.

So have fun naming and aging your characters and I'll see what more I can find to give you about characters next week.

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Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Poem #Pasts #Writing

Meander 1 - Poem - Washing Machine

Swish, swash, around and around.
Life is lived in a washing machine.
This way we go and that way, too.
Circle until we stop
Never going onto
The next swish, swash.

Meander 2 - Pasts - The above poem made me think of what the past has been like and I fear we are living in a washing machine. We repeat the problems of the past and though they don't seem like the same problems at their root they are. They have just taken on a new slant. I often wonder why people can't let go of the past. They will cling to ideas and prejudices they have held so long they don't understand why these feelings cropped up in the first place. The real problem is that everyone is living in that washing machine going around and around until they stop. When they stop, they are no longer.

Meander 3 - Writing - Moving along and hopefully I'll have this book done in time for the deadline. I've started on the CAF and in some ways this is easy and other ways hard. Must get to work and meander longer when the book is ready to go.

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Sunday's Book - A Marriage Takes Two #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #romance #medical #contemporary

” This is medieval.” That’s Carrie’s response to the reading of her grandfather’s will. The money will allow her to provide for her ill mother and give her the chance to give up one of her full time jobs as a nurse. The money won’t be hers until she marries. This creates a dilemma. She has no time for dating and doesn’t know who would marry her until she thinks of her former best friend, Tony. But can she ask him? Two months later time is running out and she decides to take the plunge.

Three years ago, Tony and his wife divorced. Last year he obtained custody or their child. When Carrie asks him to marry her he decides since this won’t be a real marriage, he can accept. Years ago, he loved Carrie but never said anything to her. Now burned, he doesn’t believe in love. To help her uncomplicate her life he agrees. 

Can Tony and Carrie get past the reason for the marriage and find love and make a home for his son?

Review:

4.0 out of 5 starsFour Stars

May 16, 2016

Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase

Fun, easy to read with just enough conflict to keep it interesting. Will read more of Ms. Walters books.

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by S. L. Carlson #MFRWAuthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #fantasy #Unicorns

1)(MG Fantasy) War Unicorn: The Ring by S. L. Carlson
Aldric is content working in his family’s apple orchard—or as content as a fourteen-year-old-boy can be doing chores and dreaming up new magic—when he digs up an antique ring and releases a rude spell-bound unicorn. She claims she belongs to the king, but after her long imprisonment, she can’t tell Aldric which king that might be. Aldric promises to take her to the capital, and suddenly a simple three-day trip becomes an adventure.

War is building on his country’s borders, and even with the help of Aldric’s new friend Iggy, and Gwen, the general’s daughter, it’s going to take all the military sword training, courage, and magic Aldric has to find the unicorn’s rightful king. Promises will be made, the bonds of family and friendship will be tested, with a war which changes everything.

Can an apple farmer and one rude war unicorn save the country from the approaching enemy?

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2) (My memoirs) The Road Less-Traveled Often Involves Smacking Face First Through Spider Webs (A Life of Animal Encounters) by Sandy Carlson
The Carlsons prefer being the outdoors, amidst the sights, sounds, smells, and feel of God’s wonderful and amazing creation.
Spending time outside, and sometimes within, lead to opportunities for encounters with animals, be it with bear in New York to mosquitoes (anywhere), with Moose in Ontario to racoons in California (also anywhere). Rats, bats, dogs, cats. Eagles, turkeys, red-tailed hawks. The Carlsons have experienced animal encounters on land, sea, and from the sky, from both the awe-inspiring to the terrifying.
Read about some of these real-life experiences, and then go out and discover your own.
Be wise. Stay safe.
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3) (MG Time Travel) The Powder Horn of Mackinac Island by Sandy Carlson
Arianna’s family are proud new owners of a souvenir shop on Mackinac Island – the perfect place to make money for her paraplegic brother’s surgery. No motor vehicles are allowed on the island, but there are plenty of horses easily avoided, making the island safe enough for Luc to have mobile freedom in his wheelchair all summer long.
When Arianna and Luc accidentally discover that a powder horn that’s been in their family for generations can send them back to 1793, they meet their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the person who carved the treasure map on the powder horn. How can the siblings convince their ancestor to let them in on its secrets? After all, they are family.
To complicate matters, Luc finds he can walk there, back in the past. He doesn’t want to return to the present where the surgery is uncertain, and a wheelchair may be his life. Arianna must choose between discovering the family treasure and bringing and keeping her brother in the present.

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Friday's Guest - S. L. Carlson Genres #MFRWauthor #BOOKSWELOVELTD #Genres

1. What's your genre or do you write in more than one?

As an adult, I am addicted to both reading and writing, and read and write in several genres.

I love the NF research involved in each fiction book I write, and usually spend more time in libraries or online researching than I do in the actual writing or revisions.
I started out writing fantasy, then moved to historical fiction, then back to fantasy, and I also recently published my memoirs involving animal encounters. However, if I want to relax with either writing or reading, my preference, hands-down, is fantasy.

2. Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
Interesting question, Janet. I’ve always been a dreamer, as in making up or wishing for other worlds. I’d like to say that fantasy chose me…simply because that sounds more magical. In reality, I like to let my mind wander to different places, different worlds, meet different characters. It’s more about who I am than about choosing.


3. Is there any genre you'd like to try? Or is there one you wouldn't?
I’m willing to try any genre I can think of. Time is my biggest writing quencher.
There is only one genre I rather stay away from, and that’s erotica. If I tried to write any of that, my face would heat up the room, and by having my eyes closed as I typed, it would be page after page looking like this: ljrio4atj;rguilshrgf and kjaweihughgli4u834, too!!! 

4. What fiction do you read for pleasure?
Fantasy!
Although, I really like learning new things, so I find NF research equally as pleasurable.

5. Tell me a bit about yourself and how long you've been writing,
I grew up in big-city Cleveland. When I started teaching in Wisconsin, I discovered wilderness areas and was bitten by the outdoors bug (not meaning mosquitoes, but yeah, I got plenty of those bites, too). I’m married, with two “boys,” and three grands. We camped, tons. In tents only, because we couldn’t afford any other vacations. I’ve had drivers’ licenses from seven states. My main paid profession: teaching. But I’ve held dozens of other jobs.
I’ve been storytelling as long as I remember. I actually preferred to be outside than inside sitting still and doing things like reading or writing or even watching TV. As an older kid, I’d write stories for my friends.
My first paid article was published when I was in my 20’s, but all the time, I was writing fantasy “on the side.”

6. Which of your characters is your favorite?
Oh. I hate you for that question!
I’d have to answer that my favorite is my present MC – a 15-year-old boy named Aldric. With this guy, I love him to pieces most times, and other times I could throw a boot at him for being so stupid! He’s my favorite because I’m cheering for him to win, to reach his goal, to be happy for the rest of his life. Will that happen? You have to read to find out.


7. Are there villains in your books and how were they created?
Of course, there are villains, in my books, as well as in real life.
When I first started writing villains, they were distant and either brief encounters or out of sight. But later, I got up close to these vile characters. Sometimes I think that I’ve created a real good baddie, and then someone in real life does something to me which is really, really bad. It makes me realize 1) how sheltered I live, and 2) how honestly creepy some people are.
Luckily, in life, and in my books, 95% of people are either good or indifferent. But those 5%...


8. What are you working on now?
Why, thank you for asking.
I wrote a fantasy with that guy mentioned earlier, and didn’t want to let him go, so began to work on a series involving Aldric and his friends. The first book, War Unicorn, is a one-off, and has rather become like a prequel for the series. The first book only covered two countries and two months. The series covers five countries and three years. I’ve found myself tag-teaming the books as I think of things needed in each one, and work on one for a while, then go to another to make sure there is either set-up or follow-up. It’s confusing even to me at times. I used to write from cover to cover. Not so with this series.


9. What's your latest release and how did the idea arrive?
War Unicorn.
I was at a writers conference several years ago when an editor challenged us to think of a character who is very much out of character. My first thought was of a cute, sweet, rainbow-loving unicorn. Flip the coin, and you get a rude, demanding, uppity unicorn.
I also read lots of folk tales. Rings or other pieces of jewelry come up quite a bit. At first, I was afraid to write about a magical ring (think LOTR), but then all those short stories nudged me otherwise. Yes, there is a magical ring in War Unicorn which is detrimental to its plot.
From those two seed-ideas, I tried to see how much trouble I could get my MC in.

Thursday's Third Scene from The Doctor's Dilemma - Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Romance #Inheritance #Medical

Twin wails drown the sound of the car radio. Nora wanted to pull to the side of the road, put her head on the steering wheel and add her cries to the ones pouring from the back seat. The two hour drive had stretched to three and headed for four.

“Hush, hush, now babies, don’t you cry.” Her voice sounded hoarse. “We’ll be there soon.” If the directions were right, they were about twenty-five miles from Prairie. She was too close to her goal to stop for another futile attempt to quiet them.

When she saw the sign announcing Prairie, Texas, population 10166, she nearly shouted with joy. She slowed the car to meet the speed limit. The crying stopped and so did the pounding in her head.

She looked around and saw houses that appeared to have been there forever. The business district had the same appearance. An odd excitement filled her. For an instant, she felt as though she’d come home.

A foolish notion. Home was an apartment in a town on the Hudson River not far from New York City. Years ago, home had been houses and apartments in myriad towns and cities, but never a place like Prairie.

What would it be like to live here, she wondered. She would never know. She had a secure job and plans to buy a house and plant her roots in bedrock. She’d even found a house that fit her budget.

A moment later, she turned into Gardner Street and her dream house changed from a suburban ranch into a white clapboard three story house surrounded by a white picket fence. This was the kind of house she’d always dreamed of owning.

She pulled into a driveway that led to a detached garage. After unfolding the stroller, she put the twins in their seats and pushed them onto the wide porch that embraced the house. She rang the bell. Chimes pealed. The babies waved their arms and kicked their legs.

Nora chuckled. “I know the feeling. It’s good to be out of the car. Won’t be long before you’re settled in your new home.”

In the distance a clock chimes three times. She rang the bell again and tapped her foot against the porch floor.

Where is he?

She needed to settle the babies and be on her way. When there was no answer, she tried the door and to her surprise it swung open.

“Dr. McKay, we’re here.”

Her voice echoed in the hallway. She pulled the stroller inside and closed the door. Cool air bathed her heated skin and she sighed with relief. “Dr. McKay.”

Where was that man? 

She pushed the stroller into the living room. The lack of homey touches confirmed his bachelor status. The white walls were bare. A couch, two chairs, a coffee table and an entertainment center were the only furnishings. A stack of taped boxes stood near the shelves that lined one wall. The sight stirred memories that made her gut churn.

Was he moving?

According to Lena Greene, he’d been here less than a year. Since finishing his residency, he had worked in two other towns. Because of his frequent moves, even in these days of rapid communication, locating him had taken more than a week.

She parked the stroller beside the couch and returned to the car for the diaper bag and the twins’ suitcases. Then she took a multi-colored afghan from the couch and spread it on the beige carpet. Once the twins had been changed, she laid them on the afghan with some rattles and a pair of teddy bears.

What plans had he made for the babies?

She had expected to see a playpen or even a portable crib. She left the room, found the kitchen and put several bottles in the refrigerator. After filling a glass with water, she leaned against the counter and sipped. Here too, the furnishings were minimal. Though she knew she shouldn’t pry, she couldn’t resist exploring cabinets that resembled Mother Hubbard’s cupboards.

When would he arrive? 

Soon, she hoped. She looked at her watch. She hadn’t planned to spend much time here. Just long enough to give him a report and deliver the packet of official papers.

Nora chewed on her lower lip. She hoped he would come soon. She needed to be on the road.

When she returned to the living room, she sat on the afghan. Molly and Todd reached for the ball on a string that she dangled for them. The hands on her watch crept forward. She fed the twins. Molly fell asleep in her arms. Nora brushed the infant’s soft hair and sighed. Someday, she thought. As soon as Todd fell asleep, she carried their suitcase upstairs. While she waited for Dr. McKay, she’d unpack their belongings.

She opened the first door beyond the stairs. The massive unmade bed and the spicy aroma told her who slept in the room. A stack of sheets sat on a chair. Next door, she found a bathroom. She eyed the large claw-footed tub with envy. The house she planned to buy had an ordinary glass-enclosed tub/shower. She used the facilities and left the room.

The other three bedrooms on the second floor were nearly bare. In one she found a twin bed and in another, an assortment of unpacked boxes. Visions of her childhood flashed in her thoughts. She was sure her parents still carried sealed boxes every time they moved. Remarks she’d heard so many times filled her head.

“We don’t need the things in this one.”

“Then let’s not unpack it.”

She hurried downstairs, but even there, she couldn’t escape her memories. She slumped on the couch and stared at the sleeping babies.

Tightness settled in her chest. He hadn’t made a single preparation for the twins. She knew what that meant. Like her parents he was a rover. Why had his foster sister named him guardian for her babies?  Surely, the woman knew the kind of life he lived. How could she hand the babies over to him?  There was no choice. He was their legal guardian.

She stared at her watch. She’d been here for over a half hour. Her simmering anger built like steam in a boiling kettle.

The man was irresponsible. He’d known they were coming. He could have left a note. He could have called to see if they’d arrived safely.

She knew a doctor’s life was filled with unexpected emergency situations, but he’d known for a week when they would arrive.

He could have at least bought cribs.

She heard the front door close. She straightened and tried to hold her anger in check.

A tall, dark-haired man strode into the living room. Nora sucked in a breath. A dark green knit shirt spanned his broad chest and made his shoulders seem massive. Well- worn jeans molded his muscular legs. His face was ruggedly handsome. On the physical side, he embodied her dream of the perfect man. Except, she had seen the unpacked boxes, one evidence of his restless nature, and in that, he fit her every nightmare.

He grinned and his expression was boyish and devil-may-care. As his gaze swept from her face to her feet, his smile changed.

“Dr. McKay, I presume.” She struggled to keep calm.

“At your service.” He leaned against the door frame.

“Where have you been?”

“At the clinic.”

“Did you forget we were coming?  What are you going to do about Molly and Todd?”

His gaze met hers. She saw confusion there. “Raise them, I guess.”

His answer brought her to a halt. For an instant, she felt sorry for him. He’d had little chance to refuse the responsibility. Then she remembered his lack of preparation.

Wednesday Whispers From Yesteryear #MFRWHook #BooksWeLoveLTD #paranormal romance #dreams

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Blurb:
“Not the children.” Willow Carey is awakened by the remnants of a dream she hasn’t had for years. Today she is to return to Indian’s Sorrow, a house she inherited from her aunt. The inheritance has caused a rift with her twin sister. Her father and stepmother have died in an accident. Though she doesn’t want to go to Indian’s Sorrow, she must take charge of her young half-sister and brother.

Reid Talbot, a man she once loved lives near the house with his family. Now a widower, he lives with his sons. Learning to trust him again is difficult but he also has dreams.

Together, they must learn the meaning of the dreams before the whispers of yesteryear destroy their newfound happiness.

Excerpt:

The scream that sounded in her head caused her to stagger. Her legs refused to hold her erect. She slid to the ground. With a terror that matched her sister’s, through the link between them, she witnessed the destruction of the Long House. The faces of the enemy burned into her head.

"Not the children!" The scream caused the earth beneath her body to shudder.

*****

July 2000

"Not the children!"

Willow Carey jerked into a sitting position. Her heart thudded in her chest. Waves of terror flooded her thoughts. She gulped deep breaths of air.

She stared at the familiar surroundings and wondered why the bedroom seemed alien. Like a shroud, the sheet had twisted around her legs. She tugged it free. Her sleep shirt, soaked with perspiration, clung to her skin. She shook her head to dislodge the fragments of the nightmare that had awakened her. Terror, grief and rage had followed her into consciousness. What? Why?

Once her heart rate slowed, she reached for the alarm clock. Too late to go back to sleep and too early to get ready for work. As the effects of the adrenaline rush faded, her sense of uneasiness grew.

She hugged her knees. Once again, she had failed but she couldn’t remember who or how.

Moments later, she stood in the shower. Warm water washed away the sour smell of fear. The nightmare wasn’t new. Six years had passed since the last time the cry had jolted her awake. Always the same urgency and the same surge of emotions. No matter how hard she tried, she never remembered more than the cry.

She stepped from the shower. After pulling on a blue terry cloth robe, she stripped the bed and stuffed the damp sheets in the hamper.

What had triggered the dream? With the thoroughness of a pathologist seeking the cause of death, she examined the past few days and found no incident that could be called a trigger.

As she made the bed, she recalled the first time she’d dreamed. She’d been sixteen. She and her twin had been at Indian’s Sorrow visiting their aunt. Willow had always loved staying there. This time had been different. One memory lodged in her thoughts.

"Willow, come here. This is so neat." Brooke had opened the gate at the side of the garden.

Willow halted at the opening. She looked beyond her sister. "Get away from the edge."

"I’m fine." Brooke leaned forward. "The rocks look like a giant’s teeth. Come see."

"I can’t."

Brooke laughed. "Chicken."

"Something dreadful happened here."

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Tuesday's Writer's Tip - From Idea to Published book - Who #MFRWauthor #writer'stip #Characters

There will probably be at least two blog posts on the subject of characters since when writing your story the characters are vital to make the story come alive. Of course you have a character in mind and maybe you will learn more about them as you write the story but there are some influences. That's why I did the where, when, why and what before I started to show my character. How do these parts of a story shape the character.

When looking at when a story takes place, the writer has to consider the nature of the character. One doesn't plop a contemporary person into a historical, or someone lacking curiosity into a murder story as the main character. The year, century must be considered when developing the characters in a story. They must be appropriate to the time period where they exist.

Looking at the where. Now you might put a southern belle on a space ship, notice I say may but you wouldn't want her to be the pilot. Where the story takes place has much to do with developing a character. A nurse or doctor fit into a story with a medical influence but having them in a story where their profession gives no insight into their nature doesn't work.

What a character desires plays very heavy in their character development. If they have everything, what is there for them to desire. So look at the character's wishes and hopes to help form their character.

The same goes for why. Why does Mary want Joe? Why does Susan want revenge/ If this isn't know before the character steps onto the page, they might fall flat. Why is the aerator of the story or maybe the yeast that makes the story rise.

So look at all these things. Next week there will be more you need to know.

Meandering On Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Poetry #Invitation #amwriting

Meander 1 - Invitation - Poem

Come with me. Ride the wind.
Let your mind flow free.
Send your thoughts to the farthest stay
Or let them enter life.
Imagination's a wonderful thing
You can be me and I can be you.

Meander 2 - Decisions - Sometimes one has to make hard decisions, even ones political. Lately, there's been the #MeToo movement. I've managed to pretty much avoid having to shout me, too. That's good. Once, I was a nurse and in an elevator. From behind me someone pinched my butt. I reacted with an elbow heading back into the doctor's midsection. Nothing was said but it never happened again. There's also been another school shooting and mental health has become the issue. My problem is why someone with mental health issues could buy a gun. Puzzles me. Also, why could someone who can't vote buy a gun? Puzzles me. Puzzles a lot of other people.

Meander 3 - Writing - Moving forward with my story and am not working on shaping the last four chapters into shape. There's still a lot of writing to do but I will have this finished before the deadline. The Leo/Aquarian Connection will be finished so I can start the last book in that series.

Sunday's Book - The Doctor's Dilemma, #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #Romance #Medical

Take one doctor who’s made a career of temporary positions and avoiding commitment. Add a nurse who dreams of security and a settled life. Stir in infant twins bequeathed to him by his dead foster sister. Pour them into a small Texas town that wants the doctor to stay. 

To Dr. Neal McKay, it’s a prescription for a dilemma.

A few of the Reviews

Laurel Freemont

4.0 out of 5 starsI've always found medical romances fairly predictable. This one ...

July 16, 2016

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I've always found medical romances fairly predictable. This one is not. When Nora Harte agrees to take orphaned twins to their guardian she doesn't expect the conflict of emotions the task creates, from developing a connection with the babies and an even stronger one with Dr. Neal McKay. Having moved many times as a child I understood Nora's yearning to settle down in one place, and also Neal's compulsion to keep moving. How these two sort out their differences makes for a very satisfying read.

Lisa Rumsey

5.0 out of 5 starsLoved it

September 23, 2015

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Loved it!outstanding book

Carol Butti

4.0 out of 5 starsI REALLY LIKED THE STORY

January 31, 2015

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I REALLY LIKED THE STORY. I HELD MY INTEREST ALL THE WAY THROUGH. PLAN TO READ MORE BOOKS BY THIS AUTHOR.

Nikki Hartman

5.0 out of 5 starsGood read! I will be reading it again

July 14, 2016

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Good read! I will be reading it again

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Eileen Charbonneau #MFRWauthor #Code Talker #Chanticleer International Book Awards

I’ll Be Seeing You (Code Talker Chronicles Book 1)

Luke Kayenta and Nantai Riggs are young shepherds of the Navajo reservation in Arizona. They volunteer for an experiment: to come up with an uncrackable code based on their language to be used by the US as it enters World War II. They fly into New York to join the spy agency the Office of Strategic Services (OSS). While on the airfield, Luke catches sight of Kitty Charante, the devoted wife of his Canadian RAF pilot and instructor in espionage. Their paths will cross again. 

In the mountains between Spain and Nazi-occupied France, Luke and Nantai practice the code between radio stations while helping on Allied missions. But off the coast, German SS agent Helmut Adler hears something crackling over the radio lines. In World War I, an American Indian language helped bring down his regiment. Adler swears it will not happen again. He sets his sights on the code talkers. 

The hunt has begun.

Watch Over Me (Code Talker Chronicles Book 2)

It’s the summer of 1942 in New York City. War widow Kitty Charente’s night on the town with a man she thinks is her company’s visiting salesman turns into a hunting ground.  Luke Kayenta is a Navajo code talker, and a Nazi agent is in pursuit.  American isolationists are searching for Luke too.  And his superiors at the the U.S. Office of Strategic Services want to know if he’s cracked under torture in Spain. Kitty and Luke must evade capture from one enemy and death from another as they race from the Lower East Side to the Savoy Ballroom to Coney Island, aided by unlikely allies in the Canadian and French spy networks, a Harlem baker, and even Weegee, the city’s most famous tabloid photographer. 

Rachel LeMoyne

Rachel LeMoyne lives in the Oklahoma Territory at a mission where she and her brother Atoka were taken after their parents died during the Choctaw Indian removal. When the Choctaw nation hears about the 1846 famine in Ireland, they vote to send some of their surplus corn to the starving Irish. Rachel goes to Ireland as a representative of the Choctaw.

In Ireland, Rachel is appalled by the suffering and immediately begins to take steps to distribute the corn, aided by Dare Ronan, a millworker who has a price on his head. Rachel and Dare have to leave Ireland to save his life, and they are married on board ship. 

When they return, they join a wagon train to the Oregon territory. Dare and Rachel make friends among the company and soon become indispensable to the other members of the wagon train. Rachel and Dare also grow closer and their marriage, which has been one of convenience, becomes a true bond of souls.

Janet...Watch Over Me was shortlisted for a Chanticleer Award, so I'll attach a tag for that...Thanks for all, my friend!

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