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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 31 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – SIMONE DUBOIS BISHOP with MERCEDES RENALDI, SCARLETT SHEEHAN, and PEARL GRÜBER

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – SIMONE DUBOIS BISHOP with MERCEDES RENALDI, SCARLETT SHEEHAN, and PEARL GRÜBER

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was i and why had she kept me from this place?”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. So wonderful to have you here today.

SIMONE :  Oh do call me Simone. You of all people know me so well.

rem:  Indeed—Simone. You’ve brought your friends with you, I see.

SIMONE :  Well, my story truly wouldn’t be complete without them, non?

rem:  It surely would not. Bienvenue, Mesdames—welcome back, I should say.

PEARL:  Delighted, I’m sure.

SCARLETT:  Madame, it is an honor to visit with you again.

MERCEDES:  Always a pleasure.

rem:  Ladies, it’s been quite the turn of events. What can you tell me of the day that started it all?

SIMONE :  When Mamá—died. That’s what started it all.

rem:  Simone, I’m so sorry. I know how awful that was for you.

MERCEDES :  We were girls still. None of us truly understood what had happened.

rem:  It’s hard to fathom regardless of age.

PEARL :  Truer words were never spoken.

rem:  Pearl, this all had an horrific impact on you as well.

PEARL :  Yes, well, it did. But—looks to Simone—I’ve come to realize takes her hands that you were her victim far more than I.

SIMONE :  embraces Pearl

SCARLETT :  What a tangled web it all was.

rem:  Indeed.

MERCEDES:  It all comes down to the Truth, and whether we believe Holy Scripture.

PEARL:  Lissette surely didn’t.

SCARLETT:  Nor Papá…

SIMONE :  He did in the end, Lett. He did in the end.

PEARL:  Well, isn’t this supposed to be about Simone? smooths her pink silk skirt

SIMONE :  Oh, Pearl. Always the supercilious one. winks

SCARLETT:  Pearl is a dear. And she’s right. smirks at Simone  This is rather about you.

rem:  Oh my. I don’t guess I’ve seen you four be so silly with one another.

MERCEDES:  Oh, Madame. This is quite tame.

SIMONE :  Well… mock condescending tone  This IS supposed to be about me, so… becomes serious  Mercedes is right. We were girls still, and couldn’t begin to fathom all that was at play.  deep breath  I jumped off that old church countless times. And that day…

SCARLETT:  It was awful for you.

PEARL:  It was awful for all of us.

MERCEDES:  takes Pearl’s hand  We, none of us, knew the impact to you then.

SIMONE :  sighs  I wasn’t trying to drown, truly. looks to her friends  Truly, how many times had I jumped? Not from Versailles only? But the barn and trees and… breath hitches

PEARL:  Yes, well. You always did give us such a fright.

SIMONE :  Mamá was… gone. And Papá… I’d never seen him act so. Of course now I realize he was mourning. But… But at the time, I thought… SOBS

Pearl and Mercedes and Scarlett all embrace Simone

rem:  Simone, Mesdames, I am so sorry for your loss.

SIMONE :  shaky breath  Madame, Robin, it is I who apologize to you.

PEARL:  Stuff and nonsense, Simone. We’re here to talk about you.

SIMONE :  smiles  Yes, well… I only ever wanted to escape. I never wanted to run away. I wanted to swim downstream and climb out and be by myself in the woods. For a while, at least.

rem:  And we all know that didn’t happen. When did you suspect Lissette wasn’t truly ta mére?

SIMONE :  I think I always knew. But I was just a child. I had no reason to question her and I didn’t know to follow or trust my instincts. She couldn’t have known, of course, that I’d have amnesia.

SCARLETT:  Or that she took the wrong girl.

SIMONE :  No, she… Well. No, but it worked out better for her that I couldn’t remember.

rem:  What would you have done if you’d not lost your memory?

PEARL: What could she have done?

rem:  She’s Simone, remember?

everyone laughs

SIMONE :  Touché, Madame. Touché. winks at Pearl  You are so right. If I had not lost my memory, I would have found my way home, to be sure.

rem:  You were a most ingenious and clever little girl.

MERCEDES:  She was that.  all laugh

SCARLETT:  I wonder… If Simone hadn’t come back, would any of the rest of us—well, how different it would have been.

PEARL:  Well, of course it would have been different. Except for Mercedes, of course. She would have got her letters.

SCARLETT:  Would you have left, too?

PEARL:  tilts head, pauses  I’m sure I… perhaps not.

MERCEDES:  There is a time and season for everything. I’m sure Le Seigneur had—has—His plan and purpose, and we all would have been reunited one way or another.

rem:  Very true words, Mercedes.

SIMONE :  There she goes again. laughs  Always so pragmatic.

PEARL:  I think that was more Spiritual.

rem:  What is the sweetest part of being home, Simone?

SIMONE :  Papá. He has been restored. Not to me only, but to his right mind.

rem:  Grief can be a crippling companion.

SIMONE :  Indeed.

PEARL:  Well said, Madame.

SCARLETT:  Merci, Madame, for telling our story.

rem:  Mes chères, it has been my pleasure and my privilege. As has been chatting with you again.

SIMONE :  Always glad to be here, Robin.

MERCEDES:  You have told our story well, Robin. I thank you, we all thank you, most graciously.

PEARL:  You helped me more than you know, Mad—Robin.

rem:  I will cherish you all, always.

SCARLETT:  As we will you.

MERCEDES:  Till we meet again, then.

rem:  Indeed. winks at Mercedes You know your little Agnes has her own story?

SIMONE :  What? Aggie?

SCARLETT:  How delightful.

PEARL:  You must tell us all about it.

rem:  All in good time, Mesdames. All in good time.

SIMONE :  Merci beaucoup. For everything.

rem:  My pleasure, Simone. My pleasure.

 

 

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““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

 

 

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Simone Dubois Bishop, Mercedes Townsend Renaldi, Scarlett Fontaine Sheehan, Pearl Marchand Grüber  

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 24 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – SUZETTE DUBOIS FENN & VIOLET DUBOIS

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – SUZETTE DUBOIS FENN & VIOLET DUBOIS

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

 

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was i and why had she kept me from this place?”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame et Mademoiselle, bienvenue. Merci for visiting with us today.

VIOLET:  Oh! I’m so happy to be here! Isn’t this exciting, Suzi?

SUZETTE:  Lovely to be here, I’m sure.

rem:  You were both witness to your sister’s tragic fall. What can you tell us about that?

SILENCE

VIOLET:  I was so small still, just two years at the time. I had seen Mona jump a number of times before. I don’t know how I knew but that last time was different…

SUZETTE:   She died. I knew she had died.

VIOLET:  It scared me. I remember being scared.

SUZETTE:   We weren’t supposed to be there.

VIOLET:  We were always there. You always took me.

SUZETTE:  I didn’t understand why Mona wouldn’t let me go with them. She always said I was too little. But Scarlett and I are the same age.

rem:  Perhaps it was because you are her sister.

VIOLET:  giggles

SUZETTE:   Yes, well, I suppose.

rem:  And after she fell, you ran back to the house.

SUZETTE:   I couldn’t let them know we had been there. Couldn’t let them know what we had seen.

VIOLET:  You scared me.

SUZETTE:  I know I did, and I’m sorry for it. I was frightened. The woods, the river, it was evil that day. I felt it in my bones.

VIOLET:  You told me not to tell.

SUZETTE:  nods

VIOLET:  You told me never to tell anyone about it.

rem:  And you never did.

VIOLET:  nods

rem:  You never spoke at all after that day, correct?

VIOLET:  I was so scared. Mercedes would see me in the nursery or outdoors, and I remember it frightened me. I was too little to understand, but I suppose I thought she knew I had seen what happened. That perhaps… I don’t know. Just the thought of her frightened me. Because she had been there, too, I suppose. And seeing her made me think of it…

rem:  What of Pearl and Scarlett? Did it frighten you to see them, too?

VIOLET:  Oh, they didn’t come around anymore after the… the accident. Leastways, not for a very long time.

rem:  What of you, Suzette? Were you frightened, too?

SUZETTE:  I was, yes, but not for what had happened. We weren’t supposed to have been there, and the guilt of it… I know it would have happened, she would have jumped whether we saw it or not… But Vi…  sobs

rem:  That wasn’t your fault, Suzette.

VIOLET:  Oh, goodness, no! Suzi, have you blamed yourself all these years.

SUZETTE:  blinks

VIOLET:  Suz, darling sister, it wasn’t your fault.

SUZETTE:  But… sobs & shudders  but I took you there…

VIOLET:  Suzi, we often followed Mona.

SUZETTE:  I told you not to say anything…

VIOLET:  You did, yes. But—how did you say it? Just now? There was evil in the woods that day. looks at Suzette, takes her hands  I was little but I felt it too.

SUZETTE:     blinks

VIOLET:  That’s why I didn’t speak after that day.

SUZETTE:   Not because I…

VIOLET:  Darling sister, no, not because of anything you said. I don’t even remember you telling me that.

SUZETTE:   Truly?

VIOLET:  Truly.

rem:  Oh my goodness. What a burden you’ve carried all these years Suzette.

SUZETTE:   smiles

rem:  Your Tante Vivienne took care of you in your mother’s absence, correct?

VIOLET:  pause  I only ever thought of her as… as our mereswipes at tears  I… I… never really remembered Mamá.   sobs

SUZETTE:  Vi… hugs Violet and weeps with her

PAUSE

VIOLET:  My apologies, Madame.

rem:  No apologies necessary.

VIOLET:  I have only shadowy memories of… notre mamá. I know she was a dear, a sweet lady.

SUZETTE:  She was, yes.

VIOLET:  She looked like Vivienne, yes?

SUZETTE:   nods

rem:  What about now? Simone is restored to you.

VIOLET:  Oh, yes, indeed!

SUZETTE:   tilts head  You knew, didn’t you? You knew she was alive?

VIOLET:  I didn’t know really, how could I?

rem:  But you saw her, correct?

VIOLET:  I did, yes.

rem:  I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves.  winks  Suzette, you are quite involved with Women’s Suffrage. What can you tell us about that?

SUZETTE:  Truly, I think it began that day. When Mona jumped, it seemed the world came to an end. I knew very little, really, about what had happened to Mamá—I saw what Lissette did. Before Mamá died. It’s why she was in an invalid chair. I was sitting with her on the front steps and she was singing to me. I know she was pushed, and right after, I saw Lissette in the trees by the gazebo. She never knew I saw her, I’m sure she didn’t.

rem:  No one believed you.

SUZETTE:  There was such a commotion. And I was just a little girl, five years old. They all thought I was telling fanciful tales.

rem:  How did that impact you?

VIOLET:  Suzi, I never knew that!

SUZETTE:  Yes, well. I knew Lissette was a very ill woman. I heard the stories like anyone else. And I had seen her lurking about Saisons—she had her eye on Papá.

rem:  And how did that connect to the Suffrage?

SUZETTE:  Mamá was dependent on Papá for everything, and before him, on her own papá. Lissette, for as much as she… as much as she was independent, she sought a man for his wealth, for his privilege. I decided I wanted to fight against that. A woman oughtn’t be beholden to a man for her livelihood or her freedom.

rem:  As a woman of the 21st century, I thank you for your efforts. Ladies, I believe we should wrap this up before we tell the whole story right here.

SUZETTE:  Indeed. Vi can talk you ear off.

VIOLET:  I’ve a lot of time to make up for. winks

rem:  I thank you both for visiting with us today. I know it hasn’t been easy to talk of some of this.

SUZETTE:   Not easy, no, but good to talk about it. About Mamá. I enjoyed being here.

VIOLET:  I, too, have enjoyed our time. Thank you for inviting us.

 

 

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““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

 

 

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Suzette Dubois Fenn, Violet Dubois

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 17 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – CHAYTON

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – CHAYTON

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was i and why had she kept me from this place?”

rem:  Hello Chayton, so good to have you visit with us today.

CHAYTON:  It it good to be here.

rem:  Many of your people have taken Christian names. May I ask if you have as well, and what it is.

CHAYTON:  smiles It is William.

rem:  I’m rather partial to that name—my father’s name is William. You have quite a special role in our stories. What can you tell us about that?

CHAYTON:  My people are watchers and guardians. We protect the ones who need us.

rem:  You were  assigned to watch over Simone?

CHAYTON:  It is not assignment. It is mantle.

rem:  Mantle. That sounds like a Divine calling.

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  The story doesn’t reveal much of your people. What can you tell us of your history?

CHAYTON:  We are peacekeepers. We do not war. Our people come from the great Sioux Nation and the Catawba People. Many moons ago we are in the land you call Florida and we are part of Seminole People also. There is war and we are made to flee. But we do not flee for fear. We flee to watch over the white man, René Dubois and his family. He does not know we follow him. It is many moons pass and he makes new home and we make new home near to where he is. We watch him across the boggy land.

rem:  That is your current village, Quexo, correct?

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  Missionaries came to your village. Was this before you settled there, or after?

CHAYTON:  The Christian man come before we come to the river. It is after we are gone from Florida. Many red man want to kill the white man. The red man believe the nature gods and do not accept the white man teaching. Chief Winyah see the wisdom in Truth and we follow him away from our red brothers who want war.

rem:  This was long ago, correct?

CHAYTON:  nods When my people are still coming to this land now. When René Dubois is coming to his town he call Saisons.

rem:  And you were aware of what was happening with Simone and her family.

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  Why Simone?

CHAYTON:  Salali [rem: this is Chayton’s name for Simone] is chosen one. There is much evil that the wicked one does, and Salali bring Truth.

rem:  She does expose what has happened, does she not?

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  You cared for her like your own daughter, didn’t you?

CHAYTON:  Daughter and son are not flesh and blood only.

rem:  How right you are, Chayton.

CHAYTON:  William.

rem:  nods William.

CHAYTON:  smiles

rem:  William, thank you for visiting with us today.

CHAYTON:  It is good to tell you these things. I also thank you, Sikaya Zinkala. You have asked the good questions and have told our Salali’s story well.

 

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““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

 

 

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Chayton

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 10 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – THE COLONEL – and COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE

 

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

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“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – THE COLONEL – and COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE

 

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was I and why had she kept me from this place?”

 

 

rem:  Bonjour, Col—

COLONEL:  Non. My name is William Rochester.

rem:  nods  Okay, Mr. Rochester.

COLONEL:   And no pictures, please, Madame. winks Call me Will.

rem:  Well, then, Will. Welcome to my blog. It’s good to have you with us.

COLONEL:  I think you kindly, Birdie Girl. takes out cigar May I?

rem:  When do you not?

COLONEL:  LAUGHS Touché, Birdie Girl. Touché.

rem:  I feel rather at a loss, Will. What I had planned to talk about, I rather expect is off limits.

COLONEL:  And I rather imagine you’d be right.

rem:  What can you tell us then, good sir?

COLONEL:  I’m French Irish, younger sister whom I adore and a younger brother I’ve neither seen nor heard from since he ran off when he was fifteen.

rem:  Your sister, Annabella, she played a small part in the girls’ stories, did she not?

COLONEL:  puffs cigar  Indeed she did. She never did like to be the center of attention, and has been quite happy doing her part quietly and with no medals.

rem:  What about you, Will? You served several years in the Army.

COLONEL:  Indeed I did, Birdie Girl. I was just a lad when the war broke out, and I joined up not long after it was over. Always did like logistics and schematics, and resolving, shall we say, difficulties.

rem:  Which is what you do now.

COLONEL:  nods

rem:  And you do it so well.

COLONEL:  nods I thank you my dear.

rem:  What can you tell us of your wife, Anna?

COLONEL:  exhales a slow breath  She was a dear one. Met her at a café. She was reading and I was at the next table. When she reached for her cruller—without taking her eyes off her book—she knocked it off on the floor. The cruller not the book.

rem:  And you picked it up for her.

COLONEL:  Naturally I did. puffs cigar  I’d wager you know what she was reading.

rem:  If I had to guess, I’d say Sherlock Holmes.

COLONEL:  Indeed it was Birdie Girl. Our man, Doyle’s first one too. Now, what a charming young lady was doing reading a novel in the middle of a summer afternoon was anybody’s guess.

rem:  But I’ll bet you found out.

COLONEL:  Ah. You do know me well, my dear.

rem:  laughs

COLONEL:  She was but a young thing, twenty at the time, and on summer break from the university. It was rather unheard of—but then again, I do rather eschew ridiculous traditions.

rem:  That you do, Will. That you do.

COLONEL:  She agreed to walk with me, and we talked until dinner, which she agreed to join me for. Birdie Girl, I never was one much for the female persuasion. Far too delicate for me. I always was about my work, and most dedicated to it, at that. Some would say my work was my mistress.

rem:  But you and Anna married.

COLONEL:  stares off, voice quiet  We did. And I’ve not forgiven myself for it.

rem:  Col—Will, you couldn’t know—

COLONEL:  It’s my work, don’t you see. My work puts anyone dear to me in danger.

rem:  I’m so sorry for your loss, Will.

COLONEL:  nods And I thank you, Birdie Girl.

rem:  pause  Seems love found you again, though, didn’t it?

COLONEL:  smiles  You are a clever one. puffs cigar  Always know the right thing to say.  winks  I must say, I thank you.

rem:  Me?

COLONEL:  Indeed. For bringing my dear Prudence into my life.

rem:  Pru—  nods  Also not her real name.

COLONEL:  Quite right, my dear. Quite right.

rem:  One more thing before we go. Do you think life in Saisons will satisfy you?

COLONEL:  After years of being on the move? I dare say it will. I’m not a young man, you know.

rem:  Will…

COLONEL:  No, no, it’s true. I’ve seen more things than a man ought to. And my Pru, she’s a good woman. Got a spunk to her. I like that. I’m ready for hearth and home—though I don’t suppose there’s many with hearth these days. LAUGHS  My dear sister, she’s not so far from Saisons, and if ever there was anybody who’s like family to me, it’s the Dubois family. I’m a happy man, my dear. A happy man indeed.

rem:  My dear, Will. I’m happy to chat with you. And I thank you for taking the time to pop by today.

COLONEL:  The pleasure is all mine, my dear.  kisses my hand All mine.  winks

rem:  blushes  Why, thank you ever so much… Will.  winks back at him

 

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Cover reveal Saturday 12 May.

““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

 

 

 

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

 

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 8 May 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – BLOGIVERSARY and COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

BLOGWORDS  – SPECIAL EDITION – BLOGIVERSARY and COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

“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.”

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“the battle for identity… one story at a time”  Stories by Design

Website: two years— http://www.robinemason.com

Blog: five years— http://www.robinsnest212.wordpress.com

and kitties: six years! — meow.kittylove.meow

 

And I missed ‘em all! Leastways, I missed making mention of them, let alone celebrating them.

Then again, I’ve been, well, “thrown in the ocean, in the deep end, in a tidal wave…” Of writing. And I’m happy to say, the series is DONE! Finis. Complete! And ready to format and upload to CreateSpace!

Both the blog and the website have gotten some much needed attention—facelift, and a few tweaks here and there.

And both the blog and the website are 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 and Stories by Design!

And to Juniper, Penelope, Jake, and Jasper!

* Shadow decided two years ago she’d rather live outdoors (and besides, I don’t know exactly when she was born—but I do know she’s seven.)

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! And for those who didn’t know, I’ve started a readers group on Facebook—Robin’s Readers Flock—and I’d love to have you join us!

 

“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!”

 

 

And today’s cover tease:

C’est 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 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.

 

 

because The Whispering Winds of Spring releases this month, I give you…

Amidst the clamor of confusion, can she hear the whisper of her memories?

 

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.

 

Simone Dubois’ life was unraveling. All she had known and held dear was gone from her. At ten, all she wanted was to escape beneath the black waters of the Edisto River. She couldn’t know her whole life would be stolen from her.

 

When she returns to Saisons sixteen years later, she has no memory of ever having been there. Not even that it was her birthplace. Enlisting the help of her childhood friend, Mercedes—whose name stayed with her, if in shadowy dreams only—Simone encounters misty memories, and stirs up more mystery than she started with.

 

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. And this series!! Let me just say, I was stunned—and heartbroken—more than once!

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

ROBIN:   Truly, because I write in first person and am “in” the head of my characters –slash- meet them like I meet anyone in person, each one is relatively easy—and difficult—to write. I’ve identified with each of my main characters on some way, which goes a long way to writing. Clara Bess, though, gave me a bit of trouble early in her story—she wasn’t talking to anyone and it seemed she thought that included me!

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

ROBIN: [nods] Yup. And utterly bawled at… well, no spoilers.

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

ROBIN:   I graze more than have a single preferred munchable. Therefore I have a supply of snackies available. It varies depending on what I’m craving…cookies, cashews, I try to be good and eat fruit… And my blood sugar is dictating more what / when / how I eat than ever before… OY

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… Yes, again!

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

 

 

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

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, Blogiversary, unsavory heritage series, Tessa, Clara Bess, Cissy, Seasons Series, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring, #IlovewhatImdoing, #amwriting

 

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 3 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – POLLY MCBRIDE

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – POLLY MCBRIDE

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was i and why had she kept me from this place?”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. Merci for visiting with us today.

POLLY:  Oh mercy! My name is Polly, dear. Only my laboring mothers call me Mrs. McBride. SMILES I’m delighted to be with you today.

rem:  Tell us a little about your family.

POLLY:  My boys are my pride and joy.

rem:  You have four sons, correct?

POLLY:  That’s right. Robbie—he’s married to Anne these two years past. WHISPERS They haven’t said anything but I rather suspect she’s with child. SMILES  She has a glow about her. WINKS

rem:  That’s wonderful news. And your other sons?

POLLY:  Preston is in the Navy and he’s just met a lovely girl. Brought her home just this past week. She’s Ila Willows and she’s just a dear. Leroy and Donnie are at the Citadel still. They always ever did do everything together. LAUGHS

rem:  And Robbie is friends to Thierry Marchand, correct?

POLLY:  Indeed he is. Such a dear boy. He was rather a rascal when Robbie first bought him home.

rem:  They were at the academy together, right?

POLLY:  That’s right. Poor Thierry seemed… misguided. He wasn’t an orphan but…

rem:  No, I know. His family was not much of a family.

POLLY:  Indeed not! That father of his!

rem:  Thierry is much better for knowing you, dear Polly.

POLLY:  BLUSHES I thank you dear.

rem:  Tell us about midwifing. What made you want to attend births?

POLLY:  Oh my! LAUGHS  Donnie was a tiny thing, just after my husband… not long after he left us—I never did learn what happened to him. But he left me well cared for at leasat… a generous bank account. I had a neighbor lady, a young thing, newly married and away from her own mother. Charlotte Willows was her name. Her dear husband came battering on my door one night at two in the morning. Said Lottie was hollering something awful and feared she was dying. CHUCKLES  How many times I’ve heard that! Begged me to come help. And once I held their newborn daughter—they named her Polly. After me. And after that, I knew I wanted to help other mothers.

rem:  Polly, what a dear story. Do you still know them?

POLLY:  Oh my, yes. That was these eighteen years past, and they had four babies besides—all girls.

rem:  Speaking of girls, I believe you know the girls in my story.

POLLY:  I should say so. Simone is such a dear. SMILES  She’s the daughter I never had.

rem:  She’s rather a tomboy, is she not?

POLLY:  She is that, yes. But much more a lady than she realizes. She’s a remarkable young woman—endured so much. She’s so brave and so strong.

rem:  In my day, we call them survivors.

POLLY:  Indeed! That’s what she is—a survivor. She has survived much, and come out on top every time.

rem:  Polly, you were instrumental to her in many ways. I believe you introduced her to the Colonel.

POLLY:  NODS

rem:  Can you tell us how you know him.

POLLY:  Oh, I met Walter… I’ve known him for… BROW FURROWS  You know, I don’t believe I can recall how I met the man—it’s as though I’ve known him always…

rem:  You’re not the first to say that.

POLLY:  He is rather the enigma.

rem:  If you’re the mother Simone never knew, he’s the father Pearl never had.

POLLY:  For such a giant of a man, he truly has a tender heart. He’s been a dear friend to me, offering assistance where a husband ought to have done.

rem:  Polly, I thank you for visiting with me today. It has been a pleasure to chat with you.

POLLY:  I thank you, Robin. I, too, have enjoyed our time.

 

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““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Polly McBride     

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 27 March 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – remmarwrimo

SPECIAL EDITION – remmarwrimo

 

My world came to an end the day I jumped off the top of Versailles.”

 

Thought I forgot, didn’t ya?? Nah, I’ve either been so #intheflow—or totally NOT in the flow that I just haven’t stopped to post an update!

 

I’ve had a rough several days, #jellomode—that’s mode, not mold! LOL—and though I’ve made progress it has been piddly and hard won. But I’m determined, tenacious someone told me many years ago, and I WILL have this story finished in time! To that end, I’m feeling good today (gotta love the side effects of that steroid injection… ) and I’m looking for perhaps a record-breaking WC today! #GOALS

 

I think *I think* I finally *FINALLY* got  ***ALL | THE | NOTES***  in order so I can finally  *FINALLY*  write this story without offending the first three books in series!!!  #somanynotes  #somanypages  #stillnotaplotter  #alwaysapantzers

 

Ya, no, that’s not even gonna happen! LOL  #allthenotes are #allovertheplace, although I do have them in #somesemblanceoforder… ish, order-ish! bahahahah

 

Finishing #TheWhisperingWindsofSpring by deadline is gonna be a tall order, but have no fear, I’m up to the task!

 

And all the teaser questions posed thus far?? Look for your answers in Simone’s story!  #winkwink

 

Fourth and final book in my SEASONS SERIES, coming in May!!! I do love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together!

 

 

“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!”

 

 

http://robinemason.com

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-E-Mason-Author-Artist/224223274404877
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/e/B00MR5IQ9S
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7808042.Robin_E_Mason

 

 

“the battle for identity, one story at a time”

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, #RemMarWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring

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