I have been hard at work lately on several different projects. I won’t bore you with the details. Let’s just get to the two biggest things right now.
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Is there anything more annoying than the slow blink of the cursor?
The weather has been great this week. The temperature is just about perfect, between 60 and 70 degrees. The grass turns green more and more each day. Daffodils are emerging from their winter slumber. The weeping cherry tree in my front yard is in bloom. After a cold, dreary winter, it feels great.
The season has also sparked creativity.
I read a lot about history when I research topics for books in the Through the Mist series.
I am having a sale in my Etsy shop. From July 5 to July 9, 2023, enjoy 20% off all bookmarks. Shipping is free, so it’s a great deal. You can follow my shop at GiftOverYourself.etsy.com.
In fact, you should follow it all the time. I have another sale planned for next week, during Prime Days. I have other ideas for sales further down the road. And, you’ll be the first to know when I add new products. I have already made several Christmas ornaments that I will offer soon.
It’s also not a bad idea to follow my Facebook page. I have started researching the next book in the “Through the Mist” series. You’ll find updates there as I continue the process. I will post info about other projects I am working on as well. I have several ideas – we will see what makes it.
Stay tuned – exciting things to come!
On Facebook, I informed you that I was in the middle of formatting the fifth book in the “Through the Mist” series. The task, in a word, sucks. If I would focus, I could be done in a couple of days. Instead, it takes much longer because I allow myself to be distracted. By pretty much anything. Oh, well, I am trying!
While you wait, I thought you might like a little taste of what’s to come. Enjoy!
Gleann A’bunadh, Scotland
February 1803
BENJAMIN CAMPBELL TOOK A DEEP BREATH AND IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED IT. Icy air scorched the back of his throat and set his lungs ablaze. He ducked his head in the bitter wind, trudging forward through the snow and gripping the reins of his horse. With the slap of each snowflake against his face, it felt as if a thousand needles pierced every inch of skin.
The horse snorted in disgust. Taken from a warm stable and rudely coaxed into the winter night, the beast was as upset as Benjamin to be outside.
When Benjamin awoke to an empty bed, he sprang into action. His wife Tilly acted strangely all evening, repeatedly staring at the full moon in the sky or pacing the floors in their bedroom. Since her friend Beth left, she was lonely and depressed. He feared the worst. He raced to his late father’s study where they kept the shield. It was gone. He ran to the stable, hurriedly saddled the horse, and headed for the valley.
He longed to spend a few moments sitting beside a cozy fire and sipping a glass of whisky that any of his tenants would have offered him, if he were to visit their croft on such a bleak night. Unfortunately, he ventured to a place where no cottages stood, save the one at the end of his journey. Stands of snow-laden trees surrounded him. The verdant forest floor was blanketed in white instead of the usual carpet of grass and leaves. The crunch of snow under the beast’s feet and their heavy breathing mixed with the howling wind that chilled them both to the bone.
Thick drifts of snow nearly obliterated the path leading to the valley. Someone unfamiliar with the area would have been lost in minutes. The wind whipped snow into the tracks almost as quickly as they formed. Thankfully, he could have navigated the land with his eyes closed. Of course, at that particular moment, he wished they were closed. He should have been at home, sleeping soundly in a comfortable bed.
He guided the horse along the trail for fear of the beast stumbling on the uneven and slippery terrain. He had dismounted when it became obvious that they were in more peril with him on the animal’s back than off.
Looking down, Benjamin saw the fresh traces of a horse’s hoof prints and a person’s footsteps, side by side. He suspected the steps belonged to his wife and her favorite horse. A small trace of their steps remained, confirming his belief about where they were headed.
The slowness of the journey did nothing to allay his fears. It was too dangerous to be travelling tonight, yet here they were. The storm descended with a swiftness and ferocity that surprised him. Anyone who ventured out would have been taken unawares. It was unsafe for his wife. What could have possessed her to leave the security of the castle and travel to the cottage? The possible answer unsettled his soul.
He feared the greatest of heartaches awaited him. Would he discover Tilly’s horse at Gleann A’bunadh and a set of footprints that mysteriously disappeared halfway across the pasture? She could have decided life with him was unbearable. He tried his best to give her all of the love and friendship she bestowed upon him. The mere sight of her filled his heart with joy and left him thankful on a daily basis for her presence in his life. It broke his heart to think she might not share those feelings and wanted to run back to the 21st century.
Or, perhaps she was assaulted while traveling alone at night. Images of blood-stained snow and her crumpled, lifeless body flooded his brain. If someone harmed her, he would track the foul fiend to the ends of the earth. No place would offer safe harbor. He tightly clutched the leather reins and coaxed the horse forward.
When he finally arrived at the valley and saw her standing behind a tree, he felt enormous relief and rage, a peculiar mix of emotions. He resisted the urge to scream at her. Why the hell was she there? Did she have any idea how dangerous it was to travel in the terrible weather and at night, no less? Did she understand the terror gripping his heart?
Instead, Benjamin focused on the burning sensation in his nostrils and chest as the air filled his lungs. He secured his horse beside hers. The task gave him time to compose himself.
As soon as I have an official release date, I will let you know. I have some exciting things planned, so stay tuned!
If you follow my Facebook page, you know I am hard at work on the fifth installment in the Through the Mist series. I am in what I call the “Beta Reader” phase right now, where I make adjustments based on feedback from early readers and correct grammar, spelling, and other mistakes.
At some point with every book, I become so obsessed with the story that it dominates my thoughts. Here is an example. As I drifted off to sleep last night, I said to myself, “No, the color of that dress is all wrong.” What??? Seriously???
Just this morning, I was online reading about the fuel the average Scottish person would have used for their fires in the 1800s. (Peat and wood, by the way) That led me down another rabbit hole. What does a peat fire smell like, since we typically don’t have peat fires here in the States? I already knew how peat was gathered, thanks to watching too many documentaries, reading too many articles, and actually paying attention when I saw someone gathering and drying peat on the Isle of Mull in Scotland. Too bad I cannot put “exhaustive knowledge of peat” on my resume. I doubt it comes up much in the workplace, unless maybe I am a peat harvester.
Why do I bother? It is in my DNA. I cannot help it! I must be accurate when I discuss certain elements in the book. While it is a work of fiction, it is not a work of pure fantasy. It goes against every fiber of my being to just make up little details that you probably breeze right by. Do you really care what fuel was used for the fire? No! You are more concerned with what Benjamin and Tilly are doing in front of the fire!
The next phase will be what I call the “Ah, Screw It; I Am Done” phase. I can feel myself inching closer and closer, because, frankly, I am tired of reading about peat. Until then, please hang in there with me. I am really excited about the next book, peat fires and all. Dare I say it – it may be the best one in the series. Stay tuned!
If you follow me on Facebook, you know that I am editing the next book in the Through the Mist series. Editing can be a brutal process. In the initial stages of writing, I put everything on the proverbial page. Then, during the editing process, I savagely cut parts that I believe get in the way of the story. Do they serve any other purpose than proving I know a lot about a particular subject? After all, you came to the story with the expectation of a light-hearted romance, not a history essay.
The Clearances sit in the background of all books in the series, even more so with this one. Naturally, I have read a lot of material about the event. So far, I have cut a lot of paragraphs from the book or trimmed sections to a single sentence. You don’t need all the detail. You want to know what is happening with a particular character.
Well, it seems a shame to waste all of that information. Here are three key things to know:
The Clearances weren’t confined to the Scottish Highlands. If money is involved, terrible things happen. Countless books and articles have been written about the clearances that happened in the Scottish Highlands. Did you know similar things happened in the Scottish Lowlands? Two points for Gryffindor if you did. I did not.
Sheep were more profitable than people. A booming wool trade made it much more advantageous for greedy landlords to displace communities and raise sheep in their place. Folks who lived on the land for centuries suddenly found themselves without a home. Some were forced off the land, with their homes burned to the ground before their eyes. Others immigrated to Canada, America, and beyond. A few stayed in Scotland and tried to scratch out an existence by the sea.
The Duke and Duchess of Sutherland did horrible things. Read about it. It is unbelievable what their factor and these aristocrats did. I could go on and on – trust me. You want to read it for yourself.
History is more interesting than the romantic tales we read in books or see in movies and TV shows. If you are willing to do a little research on your own, you will be amazed by what you find. Happy digging!
Some people describe good stories as onions. Layer by layer, you discover new insights.
If you follow my Facebook page, you’ll know that I have returned to the fifth book in the Through the Mist series. (And, if you don’t follow it, you totally should. You’re missing some adorable pics of my dogs.)
I had about 75 percent of the story completed before I got stuck. To clear my mind, I produced Love at the Woolly Bookworm Shop. As expected, focusing on something completely different unblocked my brain and allowed me to figure out what I wanted to do with the remaining 25 percent of the fifth book.
If you haven’t had an opportunity to check out Love at the Woolly Bookworm Shop, you should. You can find the book on Amazon in both paperback and ebook form. It is a contemporary romance about a second chance at finding love. Set in a rural town based on my own hometown, Love at the Woolly Bookworm Shop follows Peg Alexander. Is she too old to find her happily-ever-after? Absolutely not!
Love at the Woolly Bookworm Shop will give you something to chew on while I focus on the fifth book in the TTMR series. I am currently adding those aforementioned layers to the existing material. For example, saying that a character walked through snow doesn’t really do anything for you, does it? Was the wind blowing? Was the character cold? Was it day? Was it night? I want you to be able to insert yourself into the scene and feel what the character is feeling. That takes some work.
Oh, I should probably write the ending too. LOL