A WRITER'S THANKSGIVING LIST

It's my pleasure to have romance author, Amanda Forester, again visiting with us Over Coffee. I like her list. :-)

Thank you for inviting me today!  November is a great month for thanksgiving so I thought I'd share (in no particular order of importance) my Writer's Thanksgiving List!

1.      Writers groups.  I am grateful for Romance Writers of America and my local writers groups.  When I started writing, I knew nothing about writing a novel and the business of publishing so I had a steep learning curve.  Through the monthly magazine, online groups, and conferences I have learned a lot!

2.      A good chair.  Never underestimate the importance of a good ergonomic chair if your tushy is going to spend hours sitting in it - your back will thank you!  A close second is my split ergonomic keyboard. 

3.      Scrivener. I have enjoyed the Scrivener writing program which allows me to easily

Miles, author stress reliever

rearrange scenes as I go and has sections for character descriptions and even a section for research, which is so important for historical authors.

4.      Editorial.  It is still amazing to me that I can send in a manuscript that I think is near perfect and then go several rounds of edits followed by a sea of red ink copy edits.  My editor, Deb Werksman, and the editorial team at Sourcebooks make me look good!
5.      Barbara!  My agent, Barbara Poelle, takes care of details before I even understand them, has an inflated sense of my worth, and is a huge cheerleader!

6.      Chocolate.  What writer doesn't run on chocolate? Around this time of year I'm a sucker for chocolate peppermint bark and the classic chocolate orange.

7.      Miles the Cat.  When I get stuck or frustrated with a story, my extra large Persian says, "don't worry, pet me!"

 

Crazy Daisy, author editorial assistant (those plot points
weren't really necessary to the story).

  8.  Whiteboard.  When I get stuck I break out the colored whiteboard pens.  My storyboard may end up looking like a preschool project, but it works for me.

  9.  Crazy Daisy and the kidlets.  I would get stuck writing all day until my head hit the keyboard if my crazy puppy and equally rambunctious children didn't drag me out to play.

  10. My loving husband. My hubby is not only the inspiration for romance, but also tells me those four magic words, "I'll do the dishes."  Thanks honey!

So what are you thankful for?  Comment for a chance to win a copy of Midsummer Bride!

Thanks so much for inviting me.  I hope a little Midsummer Bride will warm your hearts this holiday season!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

I'm thrilled to share my latest release, Midsummer Bride, Regency Marriage Mart series

One Unconventional American Heiress Can Be Even Wilder Than the Highlands...

Miss Harriet Burton, a horrendously rich American heiress, laughs too loud, states her opinion directly, and even conducts science experiments. Her aristocratic grandfather is desperate to get her respectably wed and is offering a king's ransom to anyone able to arrange a suitable marriage that comes with a title. In contrast, Harriet is interested in science and avoiding matrimony – until she meets Duncan Maclachlan, Earl of Thornton. 

Thornton has sworn to never marry for money, but is drawn to the irrepressible Harriet. What begins as friendship, and a desire to prevent his castle from being destroyed by some chemistry experiments gone wrong, sparks into a reaction that threatens to consume them both.

EXCERPT

BUY:  Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Chapters | Powells

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

I love to hear from readers so come visit me at my website, facebook, or twitter.

Amanda Forester holds a PhD in psychology and worked for many years in academia before discovering that writing historical romance was decidedly more fun. Whether in the rugged Highlands of medieval Scotland or the decadent ballrooms of Regency England, her novels offer fast-paced adventures filled with wit, intrigue, and romance.

What IS It With Males?

I grew up with a houseful of testosterone running amok. Estrogen based creatures were in the minority, so you’d think I would know how to handle it all with ease.


Most of the time I do.


It doesn’t matter whether it’s two or four legged males; there are certain patterns that come to the fore in certain circumstances. Regardless of my years around two and four legged males, or how much *understanding I have of them; there are days they still drive me crazy.


Today was one of those days.


Sunday is usually a peaceful, kick back day. First battle was with my son wanting to borrow the car and the reminder regarding chores came first. And then hubs and using his wimpy little push mower rather than the nice heavy duty-riding mower we have. Wimpy broke. We got all that settled. Well, I believe I suggested dunking their heads under the hose to cool off before coming back into the house.


Peace resumed.


Until the new horse arrived.

That would be the gelding (a male) that wasn’t supposed to be delivered until next week, when we had the holding pasture cut and ready for him. I should add that this is not my horse. Very close friend owns it, Daniel (a male), who has been dying to get a horse to ride again and I said he could keep it here. So I’m just taking out the biscuits from the oven when my girlfriend, his wife, calls and says they’re on the way with the horse.


Say WHAT? Please tell me you’re kidding? She’s not. Apparently the former owner (yep, another male) had to deliver another horse in my area so he decided this was the time to kill two birds with one stone. And me in the process.

Great. I have three horses, a proud cut gelding, Doctari, and two mares. This is Doctari’s herd. They’ve all carved out a certain hierarchy. Bringing in a new animal, whether horse, cat, or dog, there is a time of adjustment and that means I have to be there.


Outside.


Several hours, in fact, facilitating this new member’s introduction to my herd.


Daniel keeps telling me Diamond is a well-mannered gelding used to being around a herd and subordinate to a dominant male. I keep telling him, it’s not Diamond I’m concerned about, it’s Doctari, and my lead mare, Sweet Tea (who can be a nasty beeotch when she wants to be and should not have Sweet in anyway attached to her name).


We walk Diamond around on a lead in the pasture for a while. Proud arching of necks and nose sniffing ensues. Things are going well. This what I call the honeymoon period. Well, it was a short honeymoon. We let Diamond off lead. More sniffing. Sweet Tea takes exception to something Diamond does and kicks. Grrr. Doctari, of course, is concerned and comes closer to investigate. Nothing happens. They all head off to the oak in the pasture. Sweet Tea is being bitchy about this interloper. Doctari circles around and comes between them.

• “Oh look, Doctari is protecting Diamond,” Daniel says.

• I’m watching all this. I shake my head as Doctari again weaved between Diamond and the mares. “He’s not protecting Diamond, Daniel, he’s keeping his mares away from Diamond. Big difference. This is gonna get tricky, my friend.”

So long as Diamond kept his distance, all was well. But he’s young, not quite three. As soon as he tried to join the herd, Doctari would run him off. By now, I’m concerned because I’m watching how Doctari is moving and he’s run Diamond close to the fence a couple of times. Sweet Tea is instigating trouble and Doc disciplines her, and we have squealing and nipping as Doctari rounds up his mares drives them back to the oak. He’s now on guard between the mares and Diamond. I know trouble is brewing when Doctari comes to a stop on a small incline in the pasture. He’s turned to the side so he looks huge and his head is up, nostrils flared, he strikes the ground with his hoof. He’s watching Diamond slowly come back up the hill on the other side of the pasture (where Doctari chased him).


There is something very chilling about a challenging bugle of a male horse. The earth vibrates when Doctari takes off after Diamond again and this time I know there will be a fight. It doesn’t help that the mares don’t stay put but gallop behind him.

• “Oh sh!t, this is bad, Daniel. Diamond is going to go over the fence.”

• “Nah, he’ll get free.”

• "I'm tellin' you..."

Both of us are running to the other fence in the yard so we can see what’s happening. I watch as Diamond tries to break free from them and attempts to retreat to the center pasture but Sweet Tea cuts him off. Through the tall brush and grass I hear them and watch, helpless as Diamond tumbles head first over the fence and into the next field. I exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding as Diamond gets up and shakes himself. He wastes no time putting the field between him and Doctari. I can tell he’s hurt but from this distance, I can’t tell where or how. I’m relieved to see him cantor across the field.


Daniel goes over the fence with Diamond’s lead, I run for the truck. My concern is the pasture borders the creek and there is a section where the fence is out. I don’t need him going through the creek and into the next pasture.


Daniel is coming through the pasture and I drive the truck to the other end. Diamond is literally at the furthest point in the pasture from the home pasture. That big pasture is close to a hundred acres and belongs to my neighbor. I call to Diamond and start talking to him, cajoling and praising him when he comes to me. I have no lead rope but he comes. I can see he’s bleeding where his chest caught the fence as he tumbled. Some blood is on his front legs as well. Great.


As he gets closer, I see the bleeding stripes against his chest. Nothing looks very deep but I won’t know for sure until I get him back to the house. Daniel has arrived now and I can see Daniel’s worried, but he gets the lead on Diamond and walks him. He’s moving smooth, no limping and that’s good. We get him to the house and wash him off, just scratches and nothing deep. No swelling.

My Danes are barking because there is a horse in the yard and not in the pasture, where they belong. Diamond is spooked a bit, but he’s a plucky thing. I think he knows they’re in pens. Once we have him calmed again it’s time to walk the gauntlet through the pasture. This time, the pasture is MINE, by god. Doctari was reminded and so was Miss Pain In the Arse, Sweet Tea that I’m the alpha queen. Needless to say, they backed off and behaved.


Diamond is in the barn and in a stall. Where he will stay until the holding pasture is ready.


Tomorrow is another day.

Picture 1: Doctari
Picture 2: Sassy
Picture 2: Sweet Tea and Doctari