March Musings by Rosemary Morris

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March

“March brings breezes sharp and shrill,
Shakes the dancing daffodil.”

3rd and 4th lines of a nursery rhyme. Anonymous.

Hertfordshire. S.East England. 2019



2nd February.
This the day on which it is thought Mary and Joseph took Jesus up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord.
Shrove Tuesday Pancake Day
Shrove Tuesday is on the first Tuesday before Lent. During the two previous days, known as shrove tide, people confessed their sins. On this day pancakes were made with eggs, which symbolise, creation, flour, the staff of life salt considered wholesome and milk for purity. This day was one of revelry and pancakes are still served in many homes.
Ash Wednesday the Beginning of lent
Ash Wednesday lasts for forty days which represent the 40 days Jesus spent in the wilderness. At church the priest or minister might use ashes from palms burnt in the previous year after Palm Sunday to mark Christians’ foreheads with the sign of the Cross. This is a sign of mourning and repentance. It also represents the cross Jesus sacrificed his life on. As a child during Lent, I was encouraged to renounce sweets, which made chocolate Easter eggs very welcome.
14th February - St Valentine’s Day
There are several saints called Valentine but the martyrdom of two falls on this day. In times past it was believed birds mate on this day and sweethearts were chosen. The custom of sending anonymous cards developed from that belief.

Classic Historical Fiction by Rosemary Morris

Early 18th Century novels: Tangled Love, Far Beyond Rubies, The Captain and The Countess

Regency Novels False Pretences. Heroines Born on Different Days of the Week Books One to Six, Sunday’s Child, Monday’s Child, Tuesday’s Child, Wednesday’s Child, Thursday’s Child, and Friday’s Child. (The novels in the series are not dependent on each other, although events in previous novels are sometimes referred to and characters reappear.) Saturday’s Child will be published in July 2020.

Mediaeval Novel Yvonne Lady of Cassio. The Lovages of Cassio Book

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The Carrot by Katherine Pym

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Colorful Carrots

The other day I watched a historical documentary on the Stuarts (are you surprised?) when a lady marched through a market and stopped at boxes of carrots. She said the carrot started out purple, but if you match it with another color, the new crop is yellow. You match it with another color, and that crop of carrots is orange. This was done in honor of William of Orange. I thought, “What?” But intrigued, I went in search of the carrot. 

Purple Carrot

The Greeks and Romans cooked with white carrots. Asia Minor peoples threw purple and yellow carrots in their pots. They were used in medicines, and carrot seeds have been found in these areas from as long ago as 5000 years.

They think carrots originated in the Himalayas and Hindu Kush and were transported across the mountains via the Silk Road. A popular item, merchants stored them on ships and transported the root all over the world.

They were once very bitter but with our technology, we’ve made them into a fat and tasty vegetable. I’d wager they don’t taste anything like what the original peoples ate. I even heard those beautiful, succulent carrots you buy in bags, have been whittled down from unseemly, unsaleable roots. I can imagine all the carrot debris everywhere. What do the manufacturers do with all that waste? Probably something we don’t want to know. On a positive note, maybe they crush it into carrot juice.

Okay, now I’ll confuse you.

Asiatic carrots are often purple/black, although some are yellow.

Western carrots are generally orange, red or white, some of which may have developed from mutations, which cooks seem to prefer because the darker pigments do not leech into the broth.

White & Red Carrots

I don’t understand how the carrot became so popular when the original roots were long and thin, tough as nails to eat, and bitter as the day is long. It is not something I would take in hand and say, “I’ll make this better.” But man as a species is quite amazing. There’s a lot out there that may or may not have been a good idea to cultivate and expand, but we have them and we eat them, anyway.

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Many thanks to the carrot museum, http://www.carrotmuseum.co.uk/history.html

and wikicommons, public domain.

Collectibles & Inspiration by Diane Bator

I just had to share my new logo before I launch into my blog post today.
Like many other authors, my road to being published has not been an easy one, but I've always stayed true to what I love to write and to myself. I'm so grateful for everyone at BWL Publishing, especially Judith Pittman who has received so many of my crazy emails, and Michelle Lee who creates amazing covers!
I printed off two copies of this logo to hang on my wall. I figure it will take several days to actually sink in and a few pinches to my arms to make it real!
Now on with the blog....

I recently realized I collect news stories the way some people collect coins, dolls, or books. They help motivate me and get my creative juices flowing. How can you not be inspired as a mystery writer to read, "Man in ICU after pharmacy mistakenly gives him opioid"?

Or "She said her husband drowned during vacation. Police say she killed him."

Or "Twin acquitted of murder in Hawaii crash that killed sister."

Or "Woman thought her house was haunted until she found her ex-husband living in the attic."

In fact, a news story about a woman's disappearance helped fuel The Bookstore Lady where the main character is on the run from the mobsters she was working for. While Katie wasn't so good at hiding, she managed to eek out a whole new life.

Sometimes, I get caught up in the idea of an outline or a story line that I get stuck and not sure how to move on with a novel. So I surf the web and stumble across one of these headlines. There are usually some great nuggets to help me move forward. For example the one about the woman and her ex-husband is already entwined in a story line for an upcoming Glitter Bay mystery.

Aside from collecting news stories, I also collect lines. One of my favorite was one I used in my novella Murder on Manitou. "I was a drinker with a writing problem." I make it a habit to write down lines I hear whether on television, in a coffee shop, or at work. In fact, I have dozens of napkins, slips of paper, and post-it notes filled with one-liners. Eventually, most of them find their way into my novels and I forget where I heard them or even as prompts for writing meetings.

Here are a few examples of lines I've heard, or read, that caught my attention:

"I like to keep my mind active by plotting revenge." (Who? Me?)

"It's kind of like dating your ex-husband." (Sort of goes with the first one...)

"I can't go to Hell. Satan has a restraining order against me." (Again. No comment.)

"Creativity is one drug I can't live without." (Okay, this is just me on a daily basis.)

"When I found out I had cancer, I turned vegan." (Yup, this one is making it into a book!)

Even images on the Internet or television don't go unnoticed. Things like a dog pulling a little girl away from a lake or cats hiding items beneath the couch. In any good mystery, evidence is not always in plain sight. What if the cat or dog hid it? What if the cat knocked a fishbowl into a crime scene? Any number of scenarios can arise from a single sentence, a news story or even a silly cat video?

Writers, what sort of things trigger ideas for you? Are you flattered when people "borrow" your best lines or a bit put out?

Have a wonderful week!

Diane Bator

I live in a make-believe world

 Okay, not literally, but vicariously through my characters.  I decide where they live, name their towns, or sometimes I let them live in a real city/town.  I prefer small towns, maybe because I’ve always wanted to live in one. I especially like towns with Victorian houses and apparently so do my characters, because I use them a lot.  I often say I must have lived during the Victorian area, probably as a mean old nanny. I’m sure I wasn’t the lady of the house, and by house, I mean mansion. Queen Anne Victorian homes are my favorite. I love the round turrets, all the gingerbread, and wrap around porches. It was always my dream to buy one and restore it. Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be and I’m past the point of wanting one now. But I digress. 

Back to my make-believe world. I’d like to say I choose my characters, but truthfully, they choose me.  Sometimes I even get to name them, but if they don’t like the name, well believe me, they misbehave until I change it. And, yes, that’s happened several times. Just because I like a name doesn’t mean they do. The last time it happened it wasn’t even a main character. She was only in the story for a short time, but boy was she stubborn. She refused to talk to me and anything I wrote was garbage, better known as dreck in the writing world.

As I’ve said previously, I write many different of genres, from Women’s Fiction to Romance to Mystery and even Paranormal. Most of my books are a combination of romance and another genre. As a reader, I’ve always favored mystery and romance, so it only made sense to combine them.  Mine would be classified as cozy mysteries. The gory stuff takes place off stage. 
 I also love ghost stories – not evil mean ghosts though. One such story is Shadows in the Attic and another Time to Love Again. I’ve always been fascinated by ESP, hence my story Entangled Minds – previously published as Connection of the Minds.

My character’s ages range from their mid twenties to middle age and into their seventies. Yes, seniors need love, too. Geriatric Rebels is a favorite.  It’s fun working with different characters, and I especially like when they add a bit of humor. I really form an attachment to them. Once a character chooses me, I make a character worksheet. I need to know everything about them, not just what they look like.

I love creating my characters, picking their careers, anything from housewife, authors, teachers, floral designers and interior designers. Sometimes their careers play a part in the story, sometimes not. The character in my work in progress (WIP in the writer’s world) is a former teacher. It’s not a big part of the story, but it’s something I needed to know.  It’s also fun describing them, their hair and eye color, height, even their weight.

Some of my characters are based a little on me or people I know/knew. I might take a little from this friend or family member and a little from another. Sometimes I get their descriptions from people I see someplace, like the mall, a restaurant or even a doctor’s office. Of course, I embellish from the characters I know. But I might use a habit someone has or a quirk. I even take story ideas from every day life and embellish on them.

I get my story ideas from various places. Sometimes a picture in a magazine sparks an idea, or an overheard conversation. The idea for Deadbeat Dads came from a conversation my husband overheard in a bank. It didn't take long to discover it happens frequently. Men leave their families and forget about them. No child support, no visitation. It's like the family never existed.

It’s fun living in a make-believe world. I think I’ll stay here. Now if Aunt Beatrice Lulu would start talking to me again. Apparently, I've made her mad about something. 

Here's an blurb from another favorite - okay, they're all my favorites. What can I say?

Shadows in the Attic 

Imagine finding a hidden room, complete with furniture, a trunk, diary and shadows. Author, Anna Hughes couldn't wait to finish her attic room. Did the shadows hold the secret to why the room was sealed?

J. Nordstrom Review
I loved the characters, the world, the mystery. I was just as drawn to the shadows as Anna was. I wondered what happened to them, and why they became shadows to begin with.

Available from https://books2read.com/u/mKJYPv

BWL Publishing Inc. has a new contest in honor of St. Patrick's Day.  Visit our website https://bookswelove.net  to enter.

Here's how:

 

Find the Leprechauns on four of our BWL Author pages.  Visit the author pages in the index to the left on our home page. Four of those pages have leprechauns on the page. Jot down the name of the author where you find each leprechaun, and when you've found all four, fill out the entry form at the top of the webpage with the names of the four authors.

Winner will receive the pictured Tower of Leprechaun treats as well as a print copy of Eileen O'Finlan's Irish historical novel, Kelegeen, Plus a BWL Leprechaun Golden Ticket that can be used to purchase any six Ebooks from our BWL Authors - so be sure to check out the books on the pages and make a list of any books you might want for your Golden Ticket.  

Entries Start March 1 and Prize Drawing will be March 17.  Winner will be notified by email and winner's name will be posted here.

This golden ticket entitles the winner to six 
BWL Publishing Ebooks in the format of their choice.

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BWL March New Releases

 

It never rains but it pours as the old saw goes. It looked like the truth of this saying was about to play out for Robie and his partner, Pete Duncan.

First on their plate was the discovery of a young teenage girl found by a night patrolman lying behind bushes on Chebucto Road who had been raped. Next, Robie is sent to investigate an accident on a ship in for repairs in which a man died. He soon uncovers a conspiracy by local businessmen to use inferior materials, and last, Pete goes after moonshiners who are peddling poison booze through local bootleggers.

War brings out the best in people at times: heroism; sacrifice, while in others only evil and opportunism. Robie and Pete relentlessly pursue the three cases with a sense of anger and determination

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Lighting The Lamp dramatizes the efforts of Terry Burke, a sympathetic, at times caustic and critical, but ordinary old guy, to come to grips with who he is and what his life has been.

His struggle to accept retirement and to interpret the iterations of the voice in his head spreads to concern over the mysterious death of a wanderer.

Terry’s obsession to solve the mystery fuses directly with his personal history and leads him in and out of fascinating, half-remembered mythological landscapes.

Terry is enjoined to revisit the haunts of his youth. Family dynamics of the present, mirrored in Irish heritage of the past, come into play as do contrarian opinions encountered among cronies, distant friends, and lost loves. Motivated by his muse to tell all, what he seeks in addition to understanding is truthful voice and the purest possible point of view.

Aware that remembrance of things past in not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were, this quixotic Everyman eventually reaches beyond self, beyond mystery, and beyond theodicy to a philosophical embrace of cosmic apotheosis.

Montreal provides more than a background for potential jihad-sponsored terrorism, or ghosts out of the past, or a romantic trip down memory lane; the many-layered city takes on the function of a defined and demanding character and declares in a voice Terry hears clearly: know me and know yourself!

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Seat of the Pants + Writing Fiction

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That's what it is these days, pretty much, seat of the pants. Fortunately, I'm no longer an office worker, where this tendency is job-ender! Retired, however, I've become increasingly this way--culminating in tonight, wherein I crown myself Princess of Procrastination. 

My husband seems to believe that I have a record with put-off-till-tomorrow syndrome. He says he remembers college, and me sitting up half the night, bent over a textbook, performing a last minute stuffing on facts. But---shhhhh--I remember him breaking open his Statistics book the night before the final...

What happens when you yourself, a writer of books and proud, self-declared "Seat of Your Pants Plotter" find that inspiration has failed you? The seat of those pants has worn through, or something. 

I'm accustomed to being led (grabbed by the throat) by my characters, who are usually chatty and full of stories about themselves and their friends and relations, but what if they wander off and fall down a rabbit hole?

Far too many have been doing this to me lately. They start off with a conversation which really seems to be going somewhere, but suddenly, as if someone filled their 18th Century teacups with many, many drops of Laudanum, they fall back senseless upon the appliqued cushions of the settee, or, more likely, just vanish down a dark hallway of the rambling manor which belongs to their uncle, the sixteenth Earl of Whatever, and never return.

Afterward, no matter how often I attempt to recontact them--offering them dinner parties, glorious, thundering steeplechases, or handsome sweethearts, late night trysts in the Earl's topiary gardens or witty dialogue in Regency Ballrooms, they refuse to come out and share their stories with me.

This has been happening for the last year or so. It's annoying, really, when all the chatter just stops, because up till now I've been able to rely on my characters supplying entire story lines. Or to put it another way, the thread I've been following in the labyrinth breaks and there I am, left alone in the dark. 

I can't lay this at the paws of the two cats who vie for which one can jump the most frequently on my forearms while I am attempting to create. 

(Lizzie, who really knew how to cuddle on my forearms in such a way that I could still type.) 

Tony & Willeford show no interest in mastering Lizzie's talent. Willeford assumes the meatloaf position directly in front of the keyboard. Tony faces the monitor and refuses to be turned, so his legs keep straying onto the keyboard resulting in stuff like ,,,,hkkkjhkhgkkkkkkkkgkhhh;;;;;;;;;;

Schuyler in full meatloaf

But this cat-blaming is a deflection, a writer's cop-out. 

Facts are: I've gotta get this heroine I've been imagining back to work.  Perhaps a long absent relative from the East India Company--or maybe from the equally exotic, violent world of plantation Jamaica--needs to show up, in order stir the pot, and pique my young character's interest. I'll even go back to the drawing board of a re-write if that's what it takes to get the seat sewn on my plotting pants again.

Fellow fiction writers: Please be so good as to let me know if you have any tricks up your sleeves. (Pretty please?)

~Juliet Waldron


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An Introvert-Writer’s Guide to Celebrating Mardi Gras by Connie Vines

#1 Celebrate from the comfort of your home.  

Am I kidding?  No.  My husband is from Louisiana.  We have vacationed in New Orleans, many times. I absolutely love New Orleans’ French Quarter. However, my husband has always declined to vacation during Mardi Gras season.

“Why?”

“Because there are people.  Huge crowds of people.  Loud people who toss/throw things at you.  They also get drunk and. . .” he explained.

I got the idea.  He was probably correct.  Reality-Mardi Gras might be too intense (recalling my experience with the man and the tickle-feather at the Renaissance Faire which did not end well).

Still, the origins of Mardi Gras can be traced to medieval Europe, passing through Rome and Venice in the 17th and 18th centuries to the French House of the Bourbons. From here, the traditional revelry of "Boeuf Gras," or fatted calf, followed France to her colonies.

On March 2, 1699, French-Canadian explorer Jean Baptiste Le Moyne Sieur de Bienville arrived at a plot of ground 60 miles directly south of New Orleans, and named it "Pointe du Mardi Gras" when his men realized it was the eve of the festive holiday. Bienville also established "Fort Louis de la Louisiane" (which is now Mobile) in 1702. In 1703, the tiny settlement of Fort Louis de la Mobile celebrated America's very first Mardi Gras.

My day job requires interaction with staff, students, and social events.  I enjoy preparing regional meals.  I also like to throw family parties and get-together s with a small group of close friends.

Each year I host a “Mardi Gras” dinner party (I am an Introvert, remember.  No wild dancing or bead-throwing on the agenda). 

If you’ve ever traveled to New Orleans or are familiar with bayou cuisine, you may have tried a muffuletta. It’s one of my all-time favorite sandwiches.

 Muffuletta is both the name of a Sicilian sesame bread - and the name of a sandwich created by Italian immigrants (one branch of my family-tree originated in Sicily) in NOLA using the same bread. The sandwich combines Italian deli meats and cheeses with olive tapenade to create a layered sandwich unlike any other.

It’s Carnival season and there’s no shortage of delicious food to enjoy before, during, and after Fat Tuesday. If you’re having a Mardi Gras party, this slow cooker muffuletta dip is the perfect appetizer to serve to your krewe.

You can transform this quintessential New Orleans sammie into a dip for easy enjoyment at any party.  Plus, it’s research for my WIP set in New Orleans.

Hamilton Beach Slow Cooker

In a small slow cooker crock, combine giardiniera, cream cheese, chopped provolone cheese, cubed salami, and olives. Giardiniera is an Italian relish made of pickled vegetables. You can find it at the grocery store near the pickles.

Slow Cooker Mardi Gras Muffuletta Dip

Ingredients

1 jar (16 ounces) giardiniera, drained and coarsely chopped (Walmart—which I discovered by accident— Muffuletta mix in a glass jar).
2 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese
1 package (8 ounces) sliced provolone cheese, coarsely chopped
4 ounces hard salami, cut in small cubes
1 cup sliced pimento stuffed olives
½ cup sliced olives
Pita chips/muffuletta bread

Instructions

In a small slow cooker crock, combine all ingredients except pita chips.
Cover slow cooker and cook on HIGH for 2 to 2 1/2 hours or LOW for 4 to 4 ½ hours. Stir occasionally.
Serve with chunks of muffuletta bread/pita chips.

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