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them to do it again or keep on keeping on.
I live in central Minnesota and have all my life. I have taught 8th grade English plus 6th and 8th grade health in the same room in the same district for 30 years. Some say I have “staying power”. I am fiercely dedicated to the things in life that make my heart happy – books books books, my family, my animals, and my writing. My husband and I ride a Harley and our horses when we’re not working on some part of our hobby farm. I have way too many hobbies, but they bring me joy and, I think, help keep me young.
I was
recently asked about life’s pleasures as a writer, and otherwise. I thought I’d
share some of my likes and dislikes with you. Would love to hear your answers.
Things you never want to run out of: Chocolate, sweat pants, downward dogs
Things you wish you’d never bought: White chocolate, stilettos, a gym membership
Hardest
thing about being a writer: Writing
Easiest thing about being a writer: Talking about writing with other
writers
Favorite
foods: Miso
chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, baked gnocchi
Things
that make you want to gag: Snails (even if you call it “escargot”), lima beans, coconut
Favorite music or song: I like music I can move to or with lyrics that move me
Music that drives you crazy: Opera (sadly)
Last
best thing you ate:
Cider doughnuts
Last thing you regret eating: Some waxy wrap thing with shredded carrots
The last thing you ordered online: A protective cover for my phone
The last thing you regret buying: A wool winter coat that’s itchy to look at and itchy to wear
Things
you always put in your books: Humor
Things you never put in your books: Blood, guts, gore (at least so far)
Favorite
places you’ve been:
Sable Island, Thailand, Sweden
Places you never want to go to again: Yoga retreats with yurts
Favorite
books (or genre):
Charlotte’s Web, Where the Crawdad’s Sing, The Marriages Between Zones
Three, Four, and Five
Books
you wouldn’t buy:
Horror
Best
thing you’ve ever done: Written books and stories and poems and articles
Biggest mistake: Going to the opera ties with joining a gym
The
nicest thing a reader said to you: One reader posted a picture of themselves lounging in the sun reading Hung
Out to Die. They captioned it “Perfect afternoon.”
The
craziest thing a reader said to you: Some readers see sexual tension between two
characters in Hung Out to Die. I just don’t see it.
Some
real-life story that made it to one of your books: I can get up off the floor without using my
hands. So can one of my characters.
Something
in your story that readers think is about you, but it’s not: Love of coffee. I don’t drink
caffeine.
Imagine a mother
telling a lie so outrageous that her son, her only surviving child, is arrested
and charged with a serious crime. Imagine maintaining that lie at trial, under
oath, and beyond while an innocent man, a successful local architect is sentenced
to a lengthy term in penitentiary at great personal cost. Unthinkable. That is
the novel, Almost Broken.
“Heaving a deep
sigh Blaise laid his head back and closed his eyes. ‘It’s like I never thought
this day would ever get here and now here it is. After my mother had her say at
my early parole hearing I’m surprised they didn’t find a way to add time to my
sentence. Who knows, come up with something to keep me inside longer. I guess
she made sure I wouldn’t get out ahead of schedule though. She said she’d do
it, and she did.’”
‘Blaise, what did
you ever do to make her hate you so bad she’d be gunning for you like that?’
Blaise kept his
eyes closed. ‘Well first of all, I was born. I don’t think she’s ever forgiven
me for that. And then of course there’s Rory. That’s what this is really all
about.’”
Declan sighed.
‘It’s not exactly a crime to come into this world, but yeah, Rory.’
‘Anyway, I don’t
necessarily want to talk about her … or Rory. Not right now at least.’
Declan nodded as
he switched to an FM station, keeping the volume low so they could chat.
‘Understood…’”
The story is set
in the little town of Woodstock, New Brunswick, and pictured above is the local
courthouse where Blaise Callaghan would have been tried and convicted.
At the heart of
this romantic suspense novel is the unsettling truth that some mothers do not
like their children … or in some instances, all of their children. Sadly there
is a disconnect for many reasons, and in Almost Broken, that hatred carries
terrible consequences. And while this is fiction, it’s sad to think there are any
number of cases where for a variety of factors, mothers fail to bond with their
children, or a particular child while being appropriately affectionate and
loving to the others.
And since there
are always extremes in everything, including maternal bonding, I thought it
might be interesting to see who is recorded among the worst mothers in modern
history — whether it be “impaired maternal bonding” or simply not having their
children’s best interests at heart. Sure enough I found just such a list at Insidesources.com/holy-cow-history-meet-the-five-worst-moms-in-history/.
Coming in at last
place is Mary Ball Washington, George Washington’s mother. Fairly or unfairly
she makes the list because she did not support George in his patriot cause.
Many would say it was just a difference of opinion, or politics, because Mary
remained loyal to the British crown, but it’s likely her political position
caused her son no shortage of embarrassment. And, according to the piece, she
was highly vocal about her support of England’s King George III, and equally as
virulent about the USA’s bid for independence. Nevertheless it earned her a nod
as a bad mother, in this situation at least. My two cents? Just because she
disagreed with her son doesn’t necessarily make her a terrible mother.
MA BARKER
In the number four
slot is Arizona Donnie Barker, known better to everyone simply as Ma Barker. A
star on the FBI’s Public Enemies list of lawbreakers, she was referred to by J.
Edgar Hoover during the 1930’s as “the most vicious, dangerous and resourceful
criminal brain of the last decade” — a woman who influenced her boys into a
life of crime. That meant that sons Herman, Lloyd, Arthur (Doc) and Fred also became
criminals, known for murder, stealing cars, kidnapping, armed robbery and
knocking over banks, and leading the way by example was their mother.
MARY ANN DID MURDER
We go back to the
19th century for number three, a very industrious and by all
accounts hardworking Mary Ann Cotton — a nurse, dressmaker and housekeeper who
had a penchant for poisoning people. That included her own children. Eleven of
her thirteen children were killed in that horrific, agonizing fashion, as were
her four husbands and two lovers. There are also two other deaths attributed to
her during this killing spree. The age-old motive was insurance money, and
arsenic was her weapon of choice to achieve those payouts. Mercifully the law
caught up with her after twenty-one people died. She was hanged for her crimes.
JESSE’S MOM
I will admit that
number two surprised me because I had often seen Zerelda Elizabeth Cole James
Simms Samuel (Jesse James’ mother) portrayed as long-suffering. Indeed she
seems to have married well: her first husband was a Baptist minister, her
second a wealthy neighbour, and her third a physician. She survived all three.
In any event it is acknowledged that life had not always been kind to her, and perhaps
it was suffering those unfortunate losses that helped make her tough. When her
sons Frank and Jesse turned to crime it invited Pinkerton detectives into their
lives. These lawmen were warned: “if the boys don’t kill you, the old lady
will.” That story is well documented, usually in favour of the bad guys, and
true she did withstand a lot, famously including the firebombing of the family
home during which her youngest son, Archie, was killed. It also cost Zerelda her
right forearm (amputated at home without anesthesia). Bitterness at these
events could be why she went on to capitalize on her sons’ infamy by turning
the James farm into a “tourist trap” because it seems she had no aversion to
larceny. “…she sold old, rusted, guns that she claimed had belonged to Jesse;
she actually bought them cheap at second-hand shops and charged a fortune for
them. Which is why dozens of private gun collections today still boast a
firearm that was ‘carried by Jesse James.’”
And coming in at
number one? Well, that also surprised me considering the others on this list. Mama
June of television reality show fame. According to Insidesources.com/holy-cow-history-meet-the-five-worst-moms-in-history/:
“If
you saw the show, you understand. ‘Nuff said.”
I’m sure there are
countless other examples that are less well known, but thankfully most mothers
are exactly as they should be — kind, loving, nurturing and devoted.
It is
heartbreaking for those children unfortunate enough to be at the mercy of a
mother who feels no maternal connection, except hatred, such as it is for
Blaise Callaghan at the hands of his mother, Viola, in Almost Broken:
“’Mother, please,
you have to tell the truth. I apologize for damaging your wall, I apologize
for, I don’t know, not being a better son in whatever way you think I wasn’t.
I’m sorry we never got along that well. I’m sorry you had to raise me on your
own. I’m sorry for everything you had to go through as a single parent. I am
very grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but you have to stop lying
about what happened. What you did to me was shocking and you have to fix it.
You have to tell the truth.’
‘I have to do no
such thing. All I want is to be safe now that you’re back in Woodstock, so I
have requested a restraining order against you. You’re not to be in contact
with me anymore.’
He was aghast, his
jaw dropping and it took a few seconds to recover. ‘Are you serious? I didn’t
make contact with you, it was you who called me.’
She continued as
if he hadn’t spoken. ‘I’m warning you, if you come anywhere near me I’ll have
you arrested. Now don’t phone me and don’t come to my home. That’s what I
called to tell you. I’m not interested in talking to you about anything else.
As far as I’m concerned I don’t have a son anymore, so stay away from me.’
‘Mother, you know
I didn’t contact you. What’s wrong with you! Why are you doing this? Haven’t
you hurt me enough already? Why are you trying to destroy me? Why!’
‘It doesn’t matter
why.’
‘It matters! You
doing that, saying I contacted you and asking for a restraining order could get
me sent back to prison for violation of my release.’
‘Exactly. Face it,
Blaise, you’re all done.’”
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In the Attic
Once this space was empty, but entire lives are stored up
there now. When we arrived here, 45 years ago, the house was completely empty.
At closing, my husband requested that nothing be left behind, and nothing was,
so we began with a blank slate. Now, forty-five years later, the whole thing is
jammed. First was a set of rustic oak chairs from our Nashville days and a few
end tables.
Then, in rapid succession came a few things of my
grandmother’s—the sad remains that the early bird relatives, (the wealthy ones,
naturally) deemed unimportant or worthless—and then came my mother’s boxes and
trunks when she entered a nursing home—and next came my husband’s mother’s many
well-organized photo albums, a huge collection going back into the early 1930’s,
after she too ended up in “incarcerated”. Sadly, we can’t recognize more than a quarter
of the sepia people who are posed there, giving us those chilly New England half
smiles. These are occasionally enlivened
by images of women holding their cats, a proud New England tradition.
Now all it gathers dust. Some important boxes filled with memorabilia—(a
box full of Babylon 5 dolls) I would like to find have vanished—gone without a
trace when I went to locate them later. Perhaps they’ve fallen into some
Twilight Zone like void, the sort that appears to exist in the upper stories of
many houses. It’s preferable to think this than to suspect, as I often do, that
my husband, in a fit of jealous pique, deep-sixed them.
We’ve thought of cleaning it, of sorting through, of discarding
most and preserving the few things that might still have some interest and/or
value to the next generation. Then summer comes again and we abandon the place
for another six months. Next autumn, we think, next spring, but somehow it
never happens.
Our stuff is there, too. A host of coffee mugs emblazoned
with the names of once famous and now long dead Tech companies, virgin boxes of
tractor-feed paper, old woolen tartan skirts made in Scotland made for 70 lb. adolescent, boarding school jackets and work books from 5th & 6th
Form English school days—Ordinary Level tide-pool biology and Advanced Level European
History, as well as Latin grammar--boxes adjacent to my husband’s pale blue slacks purchased
for 1970’s office/casual Fridays...
I am in the grandma zone, a long time writer and poet, posting at Crone Henge and BWL these days just because. Wish I could travel, and last year I was lucky enough to get back to the UK, specifically to Avebury to reconnect with the ancient temple. Hiking, camping, lover of solitude, cats, moons and gardens.
"What do you enjoy about blending genres while writing, and do you enjoy reading the mix?"
My responses are listed:
(Please post your responses in the comments.)
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Reading:
Historical and Romance seem to be a comfortable blend. A gentle push-pull of attraction and the details of daily life. I'm more inclined to read a "western" setting because the plot is faster-paced.
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Movies: My favorite movie: "Somewhere in Time," Starring Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. 1980 Romance/ Fantasy. It is a film adaptation of the novel Bid Time Return (1975) by Richard Matheson, who also wrote the screenplay.
My Writing:
I'm comfortable with mixing "Romance and Paranormal." I don't know what this reveals about me... I was such a fan of the (black-and-white) "Universal Studios Classic Monsters Movies".
For the time period, the special effects in those movies were amazing! I also loved the "mood" music.
And like those classic movies, any hint of violence is offstage (or, in my case, nonexistence).
"Here Today, Zombie Tomorrow" is campy and fun (Just in time for Halloween; novella 2 in the series is in the works)
"Romance and Suspense" Brede, Rodeo Romance, book 2.
I approach this genre with great care to avoid nightmares. (Yes, Connie watches monster movies, but suspense has her hiding under the bed.)
My secret? Write the happy ending first.
📺Television:
Hits of the past: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Fargo".
Shows of today: "Dark Winds" and "NCIS".
The latest mixes in novels:
Romantacy: Romantic Fantasy. A subgenre using elements and conventions of the chivalric romance genre.
Literary Horror: A mix of literary fiction and horror, focusing on character development alongside chilling narratives.
Dystopian Romance: Combines dystopian settings with romantic plots to explore love in oppressive societies.
Cozy Mystery: Merges light-hearted cozy settings with mystery plots, appealing to fans of both genres.
Of the latest mixes, I find Romantacy and Cozy Mysteries to be the ones I would most likely read and consider writing.
What are your thoughts on these new "genres"?
Have you ever read any genre mix-ups? Or would you like to see?
"Swoon-worthy" fiction is always my choice!
Happy Reading!
Connie