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Irene Brown, author who is compelled to write

11/30/2018

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1.  Where did you group up? Where do you live today? What are your favorite activities when not writing?
I was born in Topeka Kansas. When I was nine my family moved to Oregon's Willamette Valley where I grew up and live today. My favorite activities include curling up with a good book, taking long walks in the fresh air, and exploring historic Places.

2.  Tell us about your family. Do you have an occupation outside of writing?
I have a large, wonderful, close family.  We get together often, at the youngest teacher/daughter's art shows, our music teacher/grandson's concerts, holiday celebrations, picnics, reunions.  And the list goes on. I do not have an occupation outside of writing-no time for anything else.  

3.  When did you start writing? Why do you write? What genre or genres do you write? Who is your publisher?
I knew from a young age, reading HEIDI and LITTLE WOMEN, that I would be a writer. I began writing newspaper features, columns, children's and young adult books. Writing is hard, not writing is impossible. Most of my 20 books, for both young people and adult readers are historical or period novels. I have one small memoir, CHAFF 'N CHATTER. In the children's field I've been published by Atheneum, Scholastic, Viking Penguin, E.P. Dutton, and David McKay, Ballantine and Five Star/Cengage have published my novels for adults. I've indie published two contemporary mysteries, WHERE GABLE SLEPT and WHERE DANGER DANCED and a historical novel, THE BARGAIN.

4.  Do you write series or single title books?
I write both. My latest book, a historical western, MISS ROYAL'S MULES is the first in the Nickel Hill Series released from Five Star/Cengage in November, 2018. Second book in the series is with the publisher now. My earlier series, The Women of Paragon Springs, is about a group of women who decide to build there own town on the raw Kansas plains as a way to survive. This 4-book saga takes the women from the 1870's sod house days to their part in the birth of aviation in Kansas 40 years later. Single title books include my historical novel, THE PLAINSWOMAN, a Spur Award finalist, and an Oregon historical, HAVEN.

5. Where do your ideas come from?
Ideas come from anywhere and everywhere, often from fascinating tidbits discovered in nonfiction books, old diaries, and such.  Another example: a few years back I reread my award winning YA novel, BEFORE THE LARK, about a young girl, Jocelyn Belle Royal, who has a facial disfigurement. To escape from taunting in the city, ill grandmother in tow, she takes them to her father's abandoned farm in Kansas. Always real to me, I wondered what might have happened to her after the ending of BEFORE THE LARK? Ten years later and now a grown woman, I wrote about her in MISS ROYAL'S MULES.

6. How do you create your characters?
In creating a main character, I often make a character sketch with a strong goal rising out of time and place with monumental obstacles.  I create her fears, her flaws, her personality, and how she relates to others. Action and reactions to her problem(s) builds the plot. When writing MISS ROYAL'S MULES, I had much of this from the earlier YA novel. I knew Miss Jocey well. 

7. How do you research your books?
I have a huge collection of books about Kansas--the sate's flora and fauna, major events of the real West such as cattle drives from Texas to Dodge City and Abilene; Carrie Nation with her ax, beating up saloons in response to prohibition. Schoolmarms and not so gentle women. Books with information about what people did for pleasure, deprivations, idiosyncrasies, tall tales, and humor. I joke I have more books about Kansas than anyone else in Oregon.  Teamed with the internet, I can almost always find what I need. I find museums helpful. 

8. How long does it take you to write a book? Do you have a writing schedule , a place set aside for writing? 
A book takes as long as it takes, normally a year and a half to two years, from the germ of an idea through research, outlining, writing draft after draft, to polished manuscript. I don't need a schedule. I'm called to writing each morning. I have a writing room with book shelves, two desks, and a computer. I, also, have a computer in the laundry room. I keep notes all over the place and I outline.  A brief synopsis may grow to 10-pages or more as plot twists, new characters, and surprises occur to me. 

9. Do you instill some of your own life experiences into your characters?
I'm more apt to use family history. The town of Skiddy, Kansas is where my grandmother was born in l886. Skiddy is now a ghost town but I revived it in MISS ROYAL'S MULES.  An uncle was a rodeo contestant.  My father was an artist, my mother as a young woman farmed with mules.  All of that went into the new book.

10. What do you hope readers will take away from your books?     
I want them to be happier at the end of the book than when they chose it. Excited by Kansas history new to them. I hope they like what they've read so much they are anxious for the next book, the next, and the next. I want to please my readers in any way possible. Recently I came across an old letter from a young boy whose school I had visited. It began, "You'll probably remember me. I'm the one who almost broke my ribcage getting your autograph..." Can't beat that.

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In 1900 a steadfast and feisty young woman, Jocelyn Belle Royal, joins a mule drive to earn back her Kansas, Flint Hills farm lost to the bank.  Entanglements over the mules, outlaws, a women's suffrage, and a disagreement over the governor's mansion, test her mettle to the limit. Jocelyn can't give up if 'home' will ever again be more than a few belongings in a shawl, all that she owns.

                                                                                       MISS ROYAL'S MULES
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                                                                                        Irene Bennett Brown
 

     Dusk was descending as Jocelyn Royal slipped into the darker interior of the Emporia livery stable. Moving through patchy shadows on the ground floor, she held her breath, worried that the liveryman might wake from his doze in his corner office chair. She gripped the weathered wood of the ladder to the loft and, hanging onto to bundle of possessions, climbed slowly, quietly.  Below her, horses in their stalls snuffled and blew; some shifted restlessly, God willing covering any sounds she made.  She was not a child. How, in the name of old Hannah, had she plummeted into this predicament?
     Seconds later, nestled deep into the mounds of sweet smelling hay, hungry, tired, and exasperated beyond measure, tears burned behind her eyes. 
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Heidi Thomas, Started writing as a child

11/26/2018

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Heidi grew up on a ranch in eastern Montana where she rode horseback with her dad gathering cattle. When not on her horse, she worked haying and harvesting grain. Today she lives in Chino Valley in north-central Arizona which she says reminds her of Montana. Her favorite pastime is hiking the many trails through the Granite Dells of the Prescott area. 
Her occupation besides writing is doing freelance editing for other authors. She has been published with Twodot/Rowan-Littlefield, and has recently venture into self-publishing with Sun Catcher Publications. 

1.  When did you start writing?  I was born with ink in my veins and have written since I was a kid. After receiving a journalism degree from the University of Montana, I worked in the newspaper business and freelanced for magazines. When I started writing fiction, I wrote western histories with strong, independent women characters based on family history.

2.  Do you write series or single title books, fiction or non-fiction?  I write both. My grandmother rode bucking stock in rodeos during the 1920's in Montana. She was my inspiration for my first three novels in a series. COWGIRL DREAMS, FOLLOW THE DREAM and DARE TO DREAM and my non-fiction book, COWGIRL UP: A History of Rodeo Women.  My mother who emigrated from Germany after WWII was the basis for my last two novels, SEEKING THE AMERICAN DREAM and FINDING TRUE HOME.

3.  How long does it take you to write a book?  I'm a "panster" not an outliner, but I have an outline of sorts in my head based on the timeline and events of family history, and I keep notes as well.  It takes at least a year to write the first draft and then go through multiple revisions.  I belong to a critique group which is invaluable for feedback, support, and help in moving forward and making my stories better

4.  Do you instill some of your own life experiences into your characters?  Oh yes, most definitely.

5.  How do you research your books?  I research by reading books and history from the time period and also from stories that my dad told me about growing up with rodeo parents.

6.  What do you hope readers will take away from your books?  I hope they are entertained and inspired and realize they can have a dream and follow it too, no matter where in life they are.

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It's been ten years since Anna Moser immigrated to Montana from Germany for love and hopes of a better life in the "land of milk and honey."  Instead, she's found harsh winters and searing summers, sacrifice and back-breaking work. After all these years, she still perceives neighbors looking down their noses with distrust at this "foreign woman."  Did she make a mistake in following her heart to marry Neil and build a ranch and family with him?  Yet, after her first visit back to Germany, she finds she no longer belongs there either.

In spite of hardships, loss, and near-death illness, will the love of Neil and her children help Anna find her true home?
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                                                                                             Chapter One  

     The summer sun highlighted the clear blue sky and warmed Anna Moser's heart as she drove the mile and a half from their ranch to the Horse Creek Store for groceries.  She breathed in the fresh clean air and smiled.
     She'd been smiling a lot since she and the kids returned home from her first trip back to Germany after coming to America ten years ago when WWII ended.  Anna had come for a better life. . .and for love.
     She had missed her Mutti terribly not having seen her family for so long.  Finally, this past summer she'd gone back for a three-month visit.  Because life had been so difficult, trying to make a living farming and ranching in eastern Montana, she'd come to think perhaps she'd made a mistake by immigrating, that America wasn't the "land of milk and honey" she'd envisioned.  But Germany was no longer her home.  Her birthplace had changed, and so had she.
     Montana was her home---in spite of its harsh climate, sacrifice, and hardships in being accepted.  Neil was her home. She came back, once again for love.
     Humming, she went into the store with her list, eight-year-old Monica and two-year-old Kevin in tow.
     Mrs. Mitchell, one of  the neighbor, stepped from behind an aisle "There's the world travelers.  You sure were gone a long time.  My, you folks must've had a wonderful calf crop last fall to be able to afford a three-month vacation in Europe."
     Her words stung like a bullwhip lash.  Surely that wasn't what the neighbors thought, that she'd gone off on some expensive luxury vacation, just for the heck of it.  All these women had their mothers and sisters, their brothers and fathers within thirty miles.  She forced a smile.  "It has been ten years since I saw my family.  It was time to go."
     "Oh.  Well then.  Must be nice."
     Anna's neck and face burned.  She wanted so badly to march up to snooty Mrs. Mitchell and tell her to wake up, that there were other people in the world besides her.  She took a long breath and turned away.  Finishing her shopping, she left the store, her earlier euphoria deflated like a sad, week-old balloon.

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Barbara Froman

11/14/2018

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Barbara Froman says she grew up in the sticks of Oklahoma about twenty years behind the rest of the country.  Her parents and grandparents told her stories about the one room school house a few miles from her. After hearing the tales, she was relieved the school was closed by he time she was ready to attend. She was bused to schools about ten miles from her home. Closing the school changed the community.  There were no more Christmas dinners of Valentine dances. She missed the get-togethers in spite of being, as she says, "a snotty little squirt. "

The school she attended was in a college town where she was exposed to different races, religions, and cultures.  As a kid, she thought nothing of the differences and as a result was blessed with diverse experiences, unique
people giving her a broad education.  She has battle-weary stories about catching the freezing bus at 6:30 in the morning to go to school. Her parents told her about "walk-to-school-five-miles-in-the-snow" tales. She used her stories on her "kid." Today she lives in the sticks outside of Portland, Oregon with a grade-school, general store and a bar with a full-sized stuffed buffalo.

1.  When and how do you write?
     Someday, somewhere someone will do a study and confirm that a full moon affects certain brains.  I'll proudly wear the button that says, "I wax and wane with the moon."  It is common to find me in the thin hours of the night at the keyboard under a bright moon. The house is quiet. The crows are quiet, and my surroundings are dark, so I can't see dust or laundry or the nagging chores I should be doing. I wear headphones and play instrumentals to match the scenes I'm working on. But NO LYRICS. I can't think while lyrics play in the background.  I'm trying something new. I have inspirational pictures taped around me: a hidden lair, an eagle talons-out, a face full of joy, reminders to go a little deeper, tap into more to get it on the page. 

2.  What do you write about?
     Change. Not because it's a personal creed, but because it's always stomping and kicking the slats out from under me.  I frequently bumble adapting to it. My first series was "The Stories of the Lutheran Ladies Circle."  The women argue their way through every event. I couch the traditions, change and getting along in humor.  Letters came to me from readers telling me they knew the women in my stories, worked with the women, and at times were these women. The books are written under Kris Knorr. For the Two Pan series, I used my name, B.K. Froman. The stories are set in ranches in eastern Oregon and are about developing vacation only homes and how the culture is changed with the mix of the community with lots of humor and my secret addiction - cusswords.  My dad had a lyrical quality and creative syntax in his cussing.  I hear it in my stories. It's a struggle because my mother scorched my brain saying intelligent people found more descriptive words. I don't use C-words, F-words, or use the Lord's name. Thankfully, my editor slashes my drafts and not to many curses make it to the final version.

3.  How long does it take you to write a book?
     Haha hahhahahaha!  This is the best question yet. I have two drafts in a drawer. They may NEVER see the desktop again. I've written to others during National Write a Novel in a Month. Wow, they were full of holes. It forces a person to write.  It broke that nasty witch-voice in my head that likes to visit at night and taunt, "Nobody wants to read about this" of "This is crap" or "There so many better writers out there. Why are you doing this?" I love research and spend quite while on it. Some books take longer than others. Like everyone else, I have crazy busy times and slower times.  The more I take care of myself, the more things I learn and the more I write. I'm often kinder and less critical of others than I am to myself. That, too, is changing.  

4.  What do you want readers to take away from your books.?
     HOPE.  That's it. That's all. I try to put readers in a situation to learn something new they didn't know before, but with every book that's been published, I send up a prayer. "May this find the person who needs it and give them what they need."  I think we're all on the same road--and we're all learning to deal with change. We're together in this. 

5.  What do you do when you're not writing?
      I stand around a lot, looking at things. That's the most accurate summary. I look at my garden and wonder what possessed me to plant so many tomatoes. And where are those boogery squirrels coming from to raid my spinach?  Are crows and jays cursing or laughing at the plastic snakes I've put in the berry patch? I look at my house and tell other people I have too much to do to go to another committee meeting. It doesn't seem to merit any sympathy from committee members.  My husband and I like to stand around an look at stuff in other countries. We hiked for 15 days from one side of England to the other, and walked 92 miles of the Cotswolds, looking into backyards, barns and pubs. We stayed longer in the pubs than the barns.

                                                                                   GOOD NIGHT OREGON
             GROWING-UP. MOVING AWAY. COMING BACK. A comical thought-provoking, head-banging journey.

In 1997, Rain, Oregon native Sophia Bolton wants to fulfill her lifelong goal of saving humanity. To do so, she knows she needs to escape Rain and its quirky collection of buried secrets, the convent, a jailbird, a buffalo, and crazy neighbors. Though her family---and their collective, perpetual messes---keep pulling her back, Sophia is certain she can overcome the obstacles in her way to finally finish a college degree.

One night, in order to vent her frustrations with the constant struggle she walks, Sophia makes a secret broadcast on the campus radio station. The secret becomes an obsession and the airwaves soon become her own verbal diary, offering unseen listeners advice on how to survive the crazy, comical trials in growing into a functioning adult. What does becoming an adult mean? Why can't she stop pirating the airwaves? And who is really listening?
 
                                                                                      GOOD NIGHT OREGON
                                                                                                 An excerpt

       Then on evening in 1981, my confidence changed again.
       My family entered my fourth-grade room. Dad stared, mumbling, "Ho-ly donkey crap!"
      Mama screwed her elbow into his ribs so hard he grabbed his side with an uff.  He'd been warned. Before we'd entered Montgomery Elementary School on open house night, Mama had set clear rules. "No cussing. No jokes. And don't raise your voice louder than a whisper.
      My classroom was filled with parents and kids, but still smelled of the typical school droppings: eraser rubbings, lunches left in desks, and art projects stowed in corners along with chalk dust. Usually, Dad didn't come to school conferences because he was at the mill or cutting site. And when he was at home, he'd declare, "Why would I spend time with a buncha eraser lickers? I've got the smartest girl in class right here."
        He'd pull me to his chest, his fingers circling the base of my ponytail, twitching it back and forth as I'd try to pry loose. If he hadn't had a chance to shower, I'd hold my breath against his musk of grease, sweat, and sawdust.
       Tonight, I smelled his Hai Karate cologne as he leaned his head next to mine. "Sweetie, you don't have to look at that ol' gal after lunch, do you?
       My eyes flitted from my teacher, Miss Gardner, to my black sneakers that looked like Keds, but weren't.
      Melinda Kutcher was staring at us. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and a pixie nose whose primary function was to make her look cute.    
       The biggest problem was--she was smart. And that was my realm. It was all I had going for me. Miss Gardner usually called on Melinda. I figured it had to do with her just-right-everything. 
      My parents and I stood in a loose line of people, waiting to talk to my teacher. "That is one ugly woman," Dad whispered. "And I've seen some biddies who could, honest to Pete, scare the bark off trees. But your teacher..."
       I laughed, my hand quickly covering my mouth. When I saw people looking at me, my attention flicked back to the floor tiles the custodian had polished to a gleam. 
        Ignoring Mama's scowl, Dad leaned closer, wearing a lop-sided grin. "You only see hair like that on a poodle-dog."
       "Tonk…" The tone of Mama's voice prickled with layers of past lectures. She didn't have to worry. I knew what Dad was doing. He was king of busting up solemn occasions and best behaviors. 
        Dad took Mama's arm, snugging it under his. "Hon, no wonder Stiks has stomach problems, if she has to watch this permed Bigfoot after lunch."
        Melinda's father turned and looked at my dad. He stood a head taller. His purple-collared shirt had a logo over his heart, Cumbria Investments. He wore real leather shoes with thin laces. He didn't say anything. Just looked at Dad.
         The corner of Dad's mouth kicked ever higher, but his smile didn't touch his eyes. He began telling Mama one of his stories, yet his focus stuck on Melinda's father. "Did I tell ya I recently met a woman who had an eyeball that spun like a merry-go-round?"


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