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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 31 August 2017 – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – MERCEDES RENALDI

CHARACTER INTERVIEW – MERCEDES RENALDI

            “So many secrets that had been hidden for so long, and now they all seemed to be unraveling. And for whatever reason, they seemed to land at my feet.”

 

 

 

            “What was at stake, really? When we were girls our mysteries were made up. There were no real dead—or missing—bodies. No mysterious wealth suddenly appeared save in our imaginations. Leaves and bird feathers and pretty stones do not real wealth make.

 

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. It’s lovely to chat with you today.

MERCEDES:  blushes Bonjour, it is my honor to chat with you.

rem:  Congratulations on your new little one.

MERCEDES:  Merci. Would you like to hold her?

rem:  Would I? reaches for le bébé, Simmie gurgles and coos

MERCEDES:  smiles

rem:  Yes, now, you were born and raised on Saisons Plantation, n’est-ce pas? She’s beautiful by the way.

MERCEDES:  Merci. And oui, I have lived there my whole life.

rem:  Your friend, Simone, was missing for many years.

MERCEDES:  nods

rem:  Why did she come to you?

MERCEDES:  I was the detective when we were girls.

rem:  Detective?

MERCEDES:  laughs I enjoy reading, most especially detective stories.

rem:  I see. And why would Simone need your, uh, services?

MERCEDES:  There were suspicious circumstances surrounding her disappearance.

rem:  I understand she lost her memory also.

MERCEDES:  She did, but not total loss. She remembers some things, others she struggles with.

rem:  And you’re helping her with that.

MERCEDES:  Oui.

rem:  You are a true friend.

MERCEDES:  smiles

rem:  Madame Eléanore did not like you when she first came. Why was that?

MERCEDES:  I’ve wondered that so many times, Madame. She wasn’t so… disdainful on her visits before. pauses Before I think she hardly noticed me.

rem:  Her attitude changed though. How did that happen?

MERCEDES:  shrugs Truly, I can’t imagine what she was thinking. Her doggie, Nanette, got loose and was running toward the paddock and river.

rem:  And you rescued her, n’est-ce pas?

MERCEDES:  I grabbed her as she was running past me. Truly, it was coincidence.

rem:  But Madame softened toward you after. How was she different?

MERCEDES:  She invited me to tea, and to dinner. With the family.

rem:  Most unusual.

MERCEDES:  Indeed. Then she bought me a dress—and one for Simmie. She came and visited with me while I was a-bed, and talked with of how it is being a lady.

rem:  And how did that make you feel?

MERCEDES:  Oh, Madame—

rem:  Please call me Robin.

MERCEDES:  Très bien… Robin. It made me feel uncomfortable, the things she was saying to me. She was talking to me as a lady not a servant.

rem:  But you’ve been a servant all your life.

MERCEDES:  It’s all I’ve ever known.

rem:  And now?

MERCEDES:  And now, mon cher, I think we must tell no more, or we shall tell the whole story.

rem: Mercedes, I do believe you’re right. Madame, I thank you for chatting with me today on my blog today.

MERCEDES:  It has been mon plaisir to chat on your… blog. I thank you, mon cher Robin for inviting to me. And for all you do for me. winks

 

 

            “I’m no lady, Tante. A piece of paper does not make it so.”

            “Non, the paper, non. But notre Dieu, He does. He sees you as a lady, indeed as royalty. Did not He make the way for you to belong to Him? If notre Dieu believes you are royalty, who can say otherwise?”

 

 

 

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#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Mercedes Renaldi

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BLOGWORDS – Friday 25 August 2017 – FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER by ROBIN E. MASON

FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER by ROBIN E. MASON

 

 

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All the Book Blog Names Are Taken   |   Fiction Aficionado   |   Bibliophile Reviews

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A Baker’s Perspective   |   With a Joyful Noise   |   Romances of the Cross

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THE BLURB:  

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

 

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.

 

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

 

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

THE FIRST LINE:

She looked so familiar to me, but I couldn’t place her. Sitting on the bench like she was outside Hooper’s Market. Her hat was at a rakish angle, her cocoa colored hair perfectly coiffed. Seemed there were tears in her green eyes. I was certain I had never seen her before. But she reminded me of someone…

 

MY THOUGHTS:  

First time writing in first person—and I must say, I like it!!! As usual, this story and its characters have taken on a life of their own—and it’s been a roller coaster ride! As she tells her story, Mercedes’ voice resonates like she’s talking to a friend. (I hope) the reader is drawn to love her as they become familiar with her struggles.

 

 

GENRE:

Women’s Fiction, Historical Fiction

 

RELEASES:

Thursday 31 August.

 

 

#Blogwords, First Line Friday, #FLF, The Long Shadows of Summer, Robin E. Mason, Seasons Series, Book 1

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 24 August 2017 – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – TANTE ELÉANORE-FRANCOIS BOUVIER

CHARACTER INTERVIEW – TANTE ELÉANORE-FRANCOIS BOUVIER

            “Eléanore paraded around the house, through every room, giving the white glove test to every surface. She turned to me every three minutes and announced that this mantel or that étagère needed to be dusted and polished. No matter that Dovie dusted and polished every wood surface every Tuesday afternoon. I added each soiled item to my growing list of grievances.”

 

            “What are you doing to mes chiens?” Madame Eléanore was near hysteria, her own gravelly voice a keening pitch to match that of her dreadful dogs.

            I forced my own body from my bed and came to Mikal’s side.

            Madame had lifted her canine poofs and clutched them to her side. “You’ll answer to Monsieur for this.”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. It’s lovely to chat with you today.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Bonjour, it is my honor to chat with you.

rem:  You don’t live at Saisons, correct?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Non, I am from Nimes.

rem:  You visit Saisons often though, don’t you?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Oh oui. I am here whenever I can make the journey.

rem:  You had plans to travel earlier in the year. What made you delay your trip?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  I received the news of that tragic accident of the Titanic. My sister sent me word that she feared for me if I traveled again. I wrote her back and reminded her all the times I have sailed from France to America, and from America to France, and no harm has ever  come to me.

rem:  You have four sisters, n’es-ce pas?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Oui. I am the eldest.

rem:  You were all born in Saisons, correct?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Oh, non, Madame. Our home is in Nimes. We visited here many times as young girls. Only Antoinette and Marguerite found the love here and married.

rem:  When you arrived, you seemed… brusque and surly, condescending even.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  I am accustomed to things the way I like, oui. Mon cherie niece, Vivienne, she is more modern. She does not hold to the high standards, the established traditions.

rem:  But Saisons Plantation is very successful.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  purses mouth, nods Yes, well…

rem:  You were particularly hostile towards Mercedes. Why was that?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Madame, I was not hostile. I am a lady, I am gracious to all.

rem:  But Mercedes…

MADAME ELÉANORE:  She was presumptuous and familiar, forgetting her place.

rem:  raises eyebrows

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Très bien. She was… she bore herself not as a servant. She carried herself as… as regal. She was a servant, and her behavior was not fitting for her station.

rem:  I think perhaps you mean confidence.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Yes, well…

rem:  What changed your… feelings toward her.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Mon chiens, my doggies. She rescued mon cher Nanette. She was… She knew how I thought of her, and yet she did not let mon cher escape. What I thought was presumption, I see now as character and integrity.

rem:  You formed quite a lovely friendship after that, n’es-ce pas?

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Oh, oui. She is a delight to me. And her little one, Nellie—how you say, I could eat her up! She is mon coeur, my heart.

rem:  I suppose we won’t tell our readers today your hand in Mercedes’ new station.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  smirks Non, Madame, we must leave that to read in the book you have made.

rem:  Madame—

MADAME ELÉANORE:  Non. You must call me Tante.

rem:  Tante, I thank you for visiting my blog today.

MADAME ELÉANORE:  It has been mon plaisir to be at your… blog. I thank you, mon cher Robin for inviting to me.

 

 

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            “I’m no lady, Tante. A piece of paper does not make it so.”

            “Non, the paper, non. But notre Dieu, He does. He sees you as a lady, indeed as royalty. Did not He make the way for you to belong to Him? If notre Dieu believes you are royalty, who can say otherwise?”

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Tante Eléanore-Franois Bouvier

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BLOGWORDS – Saturday 19 August 2017 – CHAT THURSDAY – AUTHOR INTERVIEW – VIVIENNE HAMPTON

CHAT THURSDAY – AUTHOR INTERVIEW – VIVIENNE HAMPTON

“Vivi had draped herself across the chaise longue, her lacy coverlet laid loosely about her. I wondered had Edna had done this before she left. I stirred and tried to sit, but found myself quite weak, my head yet swimming. I had rustled the covers, though, and the whispered sound apparently woke Vivienne for she sat up just then.”

 

“Vivienne was nothing but kind and gracious, and served me quite flawlessly. Grier made biscuits, especially for me, Vivi told me. There was ham and scrambled eggs and fresh peaches and cream. There was fresh churned butter and honey from the beehive for the biscuits. And glorious coffee.”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. It’s lovely to chat with you today.

VIVIENNE:  Bonjour, Robin. I believe it totally fitting for you to address me by my given name. You did give it to me, after all.

rem:  You grew up on Saisons Plantation. Tell us what that was like.

VIVIENNE:  Oh my goodness. I was born the year after the war started. My first memory is Papá announcing freedom to all the Negroes. He gathered us all under the great oak tree—the one with the swing now—and told them that any who wished were free to go.

rem:  What a poignant moment.

VIVIENNE:  Oh, it was indeed.

rem:  What a tremendous thing your father did. I’m sure they were grateful for their freedom.

VIVIENNE:  smiles They were, Robin. But none of them left Saisons. They all stayed with us and were paid servants instead.

rem:  I recall how benevolent your papá was.

VIVIENNE:  He was kind to all.

rem:  You and your husband run the plantation now, correct?

VIVIENNE:  Henry has a passion for the tea and rice.

rem:  You have a special blend of tea. How did that come about?

VIVIENNE:  laughs When Eti and Gérard and I were small, we were playing at making tea, using pecans.

rem:  How inventive you were.

VIVIENNE:  We were small. We used what we could. laughs We also made pies from mud.

rem:  Who’s idea was it to use pecans?

VIVIENNE:  sighs Eti’s. She always was most inventive.

rem:  I understand you and she were close.

VIVIENNE:  nods

rem:  Can you tell me about her.

VIVIENNE:  hesitates, takes deep breath She was a ray of sunshine, a bundle of joy. No one didn’t love her.

rem:  You had the same birthday didn’t you?

VIVIENNE:  smiles Yes. She arrived the day I turned three. Just months before the war ended.

rem:  She followed after you wherever you went.

VIVIENNE:  And mimicked everything I ever did.

rem:  Was that annoying to you?

VIVIENNE:  Mercy, no. I delighted in it.

rem:  pause She died a very tragic death. Can you tell us what happened?

VIVIENNE:  She was pushed. We all knew it. She was in her wheelchair, and fell from the balcony outside her rooms. She couldn’t even stand—she was yet recovering from another fall.

rem:  Also not an accident, correct?

VIVIENNE:  Suzi was so tiny but she saw… She didn’t know who it was, and couldn’t describe very well.

rem:  You knew who it was though, didn’t you?

VIVIENNE:  Yes. We all knew. It was Lissette Fontaine.

rem:  Vivienne, I’m so sorry.

VIVIENNE:  Thank you. Please forgive my temper. After all this time… I forgave the woman, but it still pains me.

PAUSE

rem:  You raised her girls, didn’t you?

VIVIENNE:  loud sigh Yes, I did. They were a delight.

rem:  Where was their papá, Monsieur Rowan?

VIVIENNE:  closes eyes She seduced him. And then ran off—and took our dear Simone.

rem:  Dear Vivienne, you have suffered great loss.

VIVIENNE:  We all did. Violet stopped talking, Suzi became most belligerent. They both had nightmares. pauses We adjusted, though. They are now delightful young women.

rem:  A change for you, I’m sure, after raising three boys.

VIVIENNE:  laughs Most certainly different.

rem:  Vivienne, I thank you for chatting with me today. My condolences on your losses.

VIVIENNE:  I thank you, Robin. And it has been my pleasure.

 

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The pursed expression on Eléanore’s face was most entertaining. Clearly she viewed Violet’s mute tongue as a deficiency, and her ability to communicate using her hands as some sort of sacrilege.

            Violet looked to Vivienne, who signed back to her that all was well, and to dismiss the vieille vache. The old cow.

            Vivienne smiled quite demurely, laughing most gaily with her amber eyes. Violet smiled large and satisfied.”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Vivienne Hampton, Lissette Fontaine

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BLOGWORDS – Friday 48 April 2017 – FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN by ROBIN E. MASON

FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN by ROBIN E. MASON

 

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COMING IN NOVEMBER*

*change of date

* not the final cover…

THE BLURB:  

* in progress but will be on the back of each book in series

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

 

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young girls share a bond—and experience a tragedy.

 

THE FIRST LINE

We never did play tea parties like other girls. We played detective. Because that’s what Mercedes read, detective stories. And she was our Sherlock Holmes.

As children, our ventures were harmless enough. Until the day Simone fell in the river and disappeared.

 

MY THOUGHTS:  

Maintaining consistency throughout the series (and perhaps anything else I write) Tilting Leaves is also written in first person. At the time of this posting, I will be approximately half way through writing Scarlett’s story—well, nope, didn’t make it half way. (I did, however, push the release date from October to November (it’s good to be Indie) to give myself time to do it right and do it well.) As a pantser, I enjoy learning new bits about each story and the characters—and Scarlett’s is a doozy!

 

GENRE:

Women’s Fiction, Historical Fiction

 

STARS:

I can’t rate it – I wrote it! but FIVE STARS, right???

 

#Blogwords, First Line Friday, #FLF, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Robin E. Mason, Seasons Series, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

 

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BLOGWORDS – Friday 14 April 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THIRD BLOGIVERSARY

BLOGWORDS  – SPECIAL EDITION – THIRD BLOGIVERSARY

“I’ve been thrown in the deep end.  Of a deep ocean.  In a tidal wave.  And all I want to do is write my stories.”

 

“because the battle within is the greatest battle of all”  Stories by Design

 

“I’ve been thrown in the deep end.  Of a deep ocean.  In a tidal wave.  And all I want to do is write my stories.  (Well, and get people to read ‘em… )  Write a bio, they say.  What do you want to know?  I write, that’s what I do.  (Well, ok, there’s more too, I’ll get to that later.)

 

And yet, here I am, blogging.  Yippee.  It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, ‘cause I do.  I know at first I wasn’t sure what to say, but that’s not true.  I’m a writer, there’s never nothing to say.  Ever.  EVER.

So, now you know.  I’m learning to swim.  And I think my feet are touching some sand in the murky waters, and I’m starting to wade through this media panoply.  Can’t make promises, not yet, gotta get the rhythm of it yet, but my goal is to post a new blog at least once a week, to introduce myself. That and write my stories.”

 

That was the beginning of my first blog post. Sheesh, I’ve come a long way bay-bee!

Such a primitive post, unpretty, pre-banners, no trimmings or trappings—and *horrors* no hashtags!. Just words and pics—and *gasp* unaware of Pixabay for images. (I know better now and am OCD about citing my source!)

I’ve come from grasping at straws for topics, to a feature for every day of the week. Mostly I rambled through those first posts, those blogging baby steps, in a get-to-know-me sorta motif.

My first focused post, a review, was on 20 April of 2014. A mere 208 words, no date even in the header! In my spreading-my-writerly-wings, I was reading more and broader, and was happy to have Born of Persuasion by Jessica Dotta as my first-ever review.

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/born-of-persuasion-by-jessica-dotta-book-review/

https://www.amazon.com/Born-Persuasion-Price-Privilege-Book-ebook/dp/B00CH7INR6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492032075&sr=8-1&keywords=born+of+persuasion

 

By September, I was adding hashtags and my links, and dedicated the entire month of October (a last minute inspiration) to the launch of the print version of my debut novel, Tessa. I added character interviews and special interest topics, but no guest posts yet.

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2014/10/31/welcome-to-my-party-release-day-and-my-100th-post/

https://www.amazon.com/Tessa-Unsavory-Heritage-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00IPZ5JEE/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

My first real-person (not that an author’s characters aren’t real, they are… ) interview was with one of my (still favorite) authors, Tessa Afshar, 5 February 2015. Still no header and no banner.

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2015/02/05/author-interview-tessa-afshar/

https://www.amazon.com/Tessa-Afshar/e/B003JS0HLW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1492032214&sr=8-2-ent

 

I seem to get hit with brainstorm ideas when I’m busiest—my Muse (Holy Spirit) nudged me to add guest posts just weeks before my surgery last year—and within days, I had my calendar booked for nearly the whole year!

My good friend, Amy Brock McNew, was my first guest post.

 

… and I’m heartbroken but the link to her post has vanished… Amy, you’ll always be my first face on New Week New Face.

https://www.amazon.com/Amy-Brock-McNew/e/B01ETQMC4W/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

 

I’ve learned so much in three years, both in my writing—much from reading and lots from, well, writing—and toward blogging. I’ve finessed the blog, and fine-tuned my writing. I’ve a feature for each day of the week with a banner to go with it, and I’ve discovered that I like writing in first person—and apparently that’s “my voice.”

 

Robin’s Nest is a place for friends to gather, to get acquainted. A place to kick back and have a cuppa—and a cookie! All are welcome (unless you’re spam! LOL), the more the merrier—because virtual coffee and cookies never run out, right!

 

I’ve made countless author friends, and met so many in person. I’m honored and humbled to be in the company of other such gifted and prolific authors. I’ve found my niche and my calling, and I work to produce the best I can, both on the blog and in my stories; I strive for excellence not perfection. And I can’t imagine doing anything else anymore.

 

So Happy Blogiversary to Robin’s Nest, three years and counting.

 

You’re all invited to my Blogiversary Birthday Celebration over on Facebook from 5:00 – 6:00 EST.

https://www.facebook.com/events/195097507661105/

 

 

 

And a million thanks to all my followers and anyone who has ever read a post or commented! You’re the reason I’m here!

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

SPECIAL FEATURES

 

that’s moi!

I write stories of identity conflict. My characters encounter situations that force the question, “Who am I, really?” For all who have ever wondered who you are or why you’re here, my stories will touch you in a very real—maybe too real—and a very deep way. I know, I write from experience.

I have three novels published, the unsavory heritage series. Tessa, Clara Bess and Cissy are available on Amazon, both for Kindle and in print. I also have several poems included in an anthology, Where Dreams and Visions Live (Anthologies of the Heart Book 1) by Mary Blowers as well as a short story, Sarafina’s Light, also in an anthology, Blood Moon, compiled by Mary Blowers. I have begun a new series, Seasons, four stories that will release back to back. The first one, The Long Shadows of Summer, will be available in July.

I am all about family, and my website is designed like a home. In fact, the drawings are my design for my dream home. I love family gatherings, the bigger and louder and zanier the better. My house is designed for company and for fun. I love windows and window seats. I love the outdoors so there’s a sun porch or Florida room. I love to cook and the kitchen is spacious, and I love to entertain. There’s even a movie room in the basement for movie night.

Come on in, take off your shoes, and let’s have a nice hot cuppa. Come sit by the fireplace or on the back deck, and let’s visit a while.

 

  1. Perhaps the number one blooper is giving more than one character (other than father and son situation) the same name. Minor characters are all the more confusing because we don’t get to know them as well, and I’ve caught myself doing this more than once over the course of four books!
  2. I use “master” docs, or templates, and have on occasion, forgotten to change some element to current information relating to what or whom I’m posting about or for.
  3. Most recently, I posted a review on Amazon—only ‘cept what I posted was the blurb and not my review. If I had slowed down I might have seen the “EDIT” option. Instead I deleted and tried to post the review (vs the blurb) but it never showed up. :-/ le sigh…
  4. Kind of along the lines of master docs, I also copy the formatting for each new chapter, and change the chapter number. Not sure how I did it, but there are two chapters in Cissy that begin the same. (the whole chapter is not duplicated, just the beginning) BOONUS: I failed to correct this before I ran my freebie this week!
  5. Also in Cissy and perhaps the coup de grace of bloopers, was when I had the wrong character smoking a pipe. I don’t know how many eyes read past that, including mine, before someone caught it and pointed it out to me. And yes, that one is corrected in the final.

 

and no, Pepper, I did not make memes…

 

“So many secrets that had been hidden for so long, and now they all seemed to be unraveling. And for whatever reason, they seemed to land at my feet.”

“I was being too soft with him. Gentle nudging would never crash through the cell of guilt he had built.”

“Sit down.” I took her hands in mine. “We’ll have some tea.” It occurred to me, we always had tea—cold in summer, hot in winter—when we had a crisis. Sherry if it was an extreme crisis.”

“Now, my adult mind was not at all enjoying the confusion of clues at all. My adult mind—quite pragmatic, as Simone had charged—wanted the riddle solved, the puzzle pieces found and placed together.

I dreaded what that picture might look like.”

“I struggled to my feet and crossed to her, placed my hands on her knees. She rested her hands on mine, and we stood there, two dear friends, speaking without a word.”

 

miscellaneous factoids

 

  1. I am ambidextrous. Right hand dominant because along with hundreds of other kindergarteners, I learned to write right-handed. I do a lot left-handed, though, including chopping vegetables and eating. And I can write left-handed but it’s rather higgledy because I never practice. ‘course my right-handed penmanship is, shall we say, its own font.
  2. Not a secret but I drink cinnamon hazelnut (Dunkin Donuts) coffee and I drink it black.
  3. I am enamored of all things Irish. Also, I am part Irish.
  4. Speaking of Irish, I am an actress and Irish is my second strongest accent. Any takers on my first? (also not a secret)
  5. I am the oldest of three siblings and obviously the coolest! wink wink
  6. I have three amazing adult children and two beautiful granddaughters. They are my heart. ❤ Our family has been hijacked by some pretty heavy issues, but as my eldest once said (written inside the most beautiful Mother’s Day card) “… a lot of struggle… has forged a spectacular family that I am proud & thrilled to be a part of.” (2011)
  7. I believe that the passions and desires in our hearts are put there by the Master Creator, and when we “delight ourselves in Him” He is then pleased to “give us the desire of our heart.” Psalm 37:4
  8. I may or may not be a tad OCD. This may or may not be a good thing…
  9. I am not a morning person. Let me repeat that, I am NOT a morning person. To that end, I start my day with coffee and quiet time. When I log on in the mornings I troll through my messages and emails and get those out of the way—mindless tasks. I then get blog posts and other miscellaneous tasks done, and spend my evenings making the words. Did I mention I am not a morning person???
  10. I have had Rheumatoid Arthritis for several years, diagnosed in 2010. I shared in a rather lengthy post in June of 2014

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/silent/

I also mention my knees, and since that time have had total knee replacement. I posted on that last year

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2016/02/12/on-knee-surgery-and-being-in-hospital-on-my-birthday/

 

because The Long Shadows of Summer releases in July, I give you…

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young girls share a bond—and experience a tragedy.

Mercedes has always been an avid reader and devours each new Sherlock Holmes mystery as soon as she gets her hands on them. When one of her friends comes to her, Mercedes vows to keep Simone’s secrets and uncover the truth.

But Mercedes uncovers more questions than she does answers as she digs among the clues, among them one that unravels her own world and challenges who she really is.

 

rem:   Hullo Robin, welcome to… your party!  If you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

ROBIN:   I’ll stay here and now to live—but I’d visit any number of ages in history in a heartbeat. I’m enamored of the Medieval Era, and my current series is set in the Edwardian Era, so those would be my first stops.

rem:   Oh, yes, the Medieval Era! So Celtic-ish… Where did you find this story idea?

ROBIN:   Like all the rest of ‘em, it came to me. I think I had the girls’ names first, then each of the titles. As a pantser, the story unfolds as I write it and I discover more and more detail along the way.

rem:   Stories on the breeze… Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

ROBIN:   Tessa was pretty easy, I was in her head more than the others in that series. So far in Seasons, Mercedes has been easy for the same reason. She didn’t believe she could be anything more than what she had always been.

Hardest to write…  they’re all “fun” to write, exploring different personalities to mine—as an actress I can get into character (acting or writing) and that goes a long way to expressing them on paper (or on screen)

rem:   I’ve been there for that. You nearly hyperventilated writing a scene once, didn’t you?

ROBIN: [nods] Yup.

rem:  What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

ROBIN:   Yes. I graze therefore I have a supply of snackies available. It varies depending on what I’m craving… M&M’s, almonds (not together) I try to be good and eat fruit…

rem:   mmmmm, CHOCOLATE…. What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

ROBIN:   So far I’ve jumped right into the next story…

rem:   Yeah, well, that’s not exactly what I meant by celebration… 😉

 

“You know you can’t keep a secret from me.” Pearl held the china teacup ever so daintily. She was right.

“What secret?” I clattered my own teacup into its saucer, spilling my tea.

“Oh, Mercedes.” She was as calm and collected as a bouquet of fresh daisies. “Of course you have a secret. I can see it all over you.”

“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” The calmer she remained, the more flustered I became. And I knew I was giving myself away. But I was at a loss to do anything about it. “Pearl…”

“See there. I knew it.” As smug as it sounded, coming from Pearl it was not. “Do tell me Mercedes.”

“Oh Pearl, if only I could.” Had I just confessed that I was, in fact, keeping something from my friend?

“Of course you can, Mercedes, dearest.” Pearl would not let it rest until she knew.

“But I’ve given my word.” I closed my eyes, chastising myself. I had revealed too much with those five words.

Pearl remained silent. Which was worse than if she had relentlessly hounded and wheedled at me.

 

 

Clara Bess in book 2 of unsavory heritage, is a pastry chef, and her specialty is macarons (not to be confused with macaroons.) Here is a tutorial I shared at her launch event.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJ636Y8N6E8&feature=share

 

Besides the Kindle freebies this week (today’s the last day) I’ll have some fun prizes. Prized didn’t happen, my apologies. BUT the Grand Prize is still on the table. Everyone who comments on the blog today or the Facebook party (starts at 5:00 EST) will be entered.

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/195097507661105/

 

The Grand Prize will be an autographed copy of The Long Shadows of Summer when it releases in July.

 

 

What’s your favourite part or feature of my blog?

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, Third Blogiversary, unsavory heritage series, Tessa, Clara Bess, Cissy, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons Series, All the Blog Features, All the Feature Banners, #IlovewhatImdoing, #amwriting, #amblogging

 

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BLOGWORDS – Friday 24 February 2017 – FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER by ROBIN E. MASON

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FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE LONG SHADOWS OF SUMMER by ROBIN E. MASON

note: I share my books this months because it’s my birthday month!

 

 Reading is My SuperPower

Bookworm Mama

Singing Librarian

Faithfully Bookish

Radiant Light

Encouraging Words from the Tea Queen

All the Book Blog Names Are Taken

Fiction Aficionado

Bibliophile Reviews

Kathleen Denly

Lauraine’s Notes

With a Joyful Noise

 


 

 If you’d like to join us on your blog for First Line Fridays, shoot Carrie @ Reading is My Superpower an email and let her know!

 

 slide1* not the final cover

THE BLURB:    

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers.

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young girls share a bond—and experience a tragedy.

Seasons is the telling of their stories and Mercedes Renaldi’s story is first in The Long Shadows of Summer.

Mercedes’s friend, Simone, comes to her and Mercedes must now keep her friend’s secret. But Mercedes finds more than she bargained for—keeping Simone’s secret from their friends Pearl and Scarlett—and then Mercedes discovers that they, too, have secrets.

But as Mercedes plays detective to her friends’ questions, she discovers something far more shocking—she herself is not who she thought she was.

 

THE FIRST LINE:   

She looked so familiar to me, but I couldn’t place her. Sitting on the bench like she was outside Hooper’s Market. Her hat was at a rakish angle, her cocoa colored hair perfectly coiffed. Seemed there were tears in her green eyes. I was certain I had never seen her before. But she reminded me of someone…

 

MY THOUGHTS:    

First time writing in first person—and I likessss it!!! As usual, this story and its characters have taken on a life of their own—and it’s been a roller coaster ride! By the time this posts on Friday, I hope to have typed the two magical words, THE END—and jumped into the second book. Long Shadows releases in July.

As she tells her story, Mercedes’ voice resonates like she’s talking to a friend. [I hope] the reader is drawn to love her as they become familiar with her struggles.

 

GENRE:

Women’s Fiction, Historical Fiction

 

STARS:

I can’t rate it – I wrote it! but FIVE STARS, right???

 

#Blogwords, First Line Friday, #FLF, The Long Shadows of Summer, Robin E. Mason, Seasons Series, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

 

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