By Courtney Pierce
This week I will celebrate a lot of things
in my life and, since we’re so close to the Fourth of July, one of them will be my freedom as an American independent writer. I’m honored to be in like
company, many of whom are contributors to Romancing
the Genres and colleagues at Windtree Press. Like most of us, my genre-ista
niche is hardly narrow. I write humorous and heartfelt women’s fiction for baby
boomers, we folk who’ve found the shut-off valve on our hot flashes and still act
like children when we’re around our siblings. We are the largest group of
regressing “seniors” in history, but I believe I’m blazing my own dusty trail with a
posse of 73 Million people.
Speaking of riding the trail, I will fall
from the crowded grid for the next two weeks to marry an amazing man—a deep
thinker, a devotee of the mountains with hands that can do anything,
especially with wood, and who sports a sense of humor that requires my keeping
certain muscles toned. Men like him are a gift to gals like me: he can do plumbing and electrical and owns every kind of tool imaginable. By the
publishing of this article, I will have a garage full of specialty implements,
antlers over a mid-century fireplace, and hiking boots parked next to my blue
suede pumps.
After a small mountain wedding, my new husband and I will spend our
honeymoon backpacking through the hills and meadows of Mount Rainier in
Washington state. No
bubblegum bride here. I’m willing to log some serious
FitBit steps for this man. The anticipation that accompanies this amazing
experience reminds me of Western Romance, like those novels of Paty Jager.
Morning mist clings to the petals of perfumed wildflowers. Throaty calls of elusive
mountain birds with a keen eye on breakfast. The snap and crackle of twigs in a smoky campfire that invites conversation of dreams and wishes. And, of course, the explosive moment when the man shows his
lover how to shoot a rifle to protect her life. Yes, I will learn.
Paty’s books speak to falling in love in
the rural wilderness and conquering emotional ghosts. Her Spirit series connects to me with themes of duty, trust, and honor
against the pull of love, lust, and risk. In her Letters of Fate series, Paty leans into the raw messages of finding
love again after heartbreak and starting over to become whole. I connect to
these stories because they follow my own heart’s course. Cranking up one’s
steam is cathartic in life’s third act, as if I’ve been awarded a last-chance
bonus round to be happy. With the spin of the wheel, all my pistons fire as I
take aim for high stakes, just like Paty’s Mayan archaeology series: burning romance, historical intrigue, and the curiosity to
unthread a puzzle.
Since meeting my husband (also a writer,
by the way), I look forward to traversing nature’s obstacles to earn the sweet
reward of a rarely seen view. A new-found respect blooms as I absorb the many
parallels of alpine hiking to my own struggles over the years. One must earn
these moments. If they were easy, then the trails least traveled would be
crowded.
When we planned our honeymoon, he texted
me, “What will you say when your heels are bleeding with blisters, deer flies
won’t leave you alone, and you’re so tired you can’t take another step?”
“Kiss my feet,” I wrote back. “Then let’s
keep goin’.”
I held my breath as the screen quieted for
a moment. When my phone finally chimed with a response, he said, “My soulmate.”
Books follow life . . . or is it the other
way around? I’m not quite sure. No matter where I am, no matter what I face,
there’s probably an author who has written about it. If not, then Paty or I
will.
Don't forget to check out all of Paty Jager's books at www.patyjager.net
Photo: Loma Smith |
Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living in
Milwaukie, Oregon, with her new family. She writes for baby boomers. By day,
Courtney is an executive in the entertainment industry and uses her time in a
theater seat to create stories that are filled with heart, humor and mystery.
She has studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed
the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing
community, she is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers
Association and on the Advisory Council of the Independent Publishing Resource
Center. She is a member of Willamette Writers, Pacific Northwest Writers
Association, and She Writes. The Executrix received the Library
Journal Self-E recommendation seal.
Information about Courtney's books can be found at:
courtney-pierce.com and windtreepress.com.
Both print and E-books are available through most major online retailers,
including Amazon.com.
The Dushane Sisters are back in Indigo
Lake. More laughs, more tears...and more
trouble. Protecting Mom's reputation might get the sisters killed―or give one of them the story she's been dying to live.
New York Times best-selling author Karen Karbo
says, "Courtney Pierce spins a madcap tale of family grudges, sisterly
love, unexpected romance, mysterious mobsters and dog love. Reading Indigo
Lake is like drinking champagne with a chaser of Mountain Dew. Pure
Delight."
Colorful characters come alive in
Courtney's trilogy about the Dushane sisters. Beginning with The
Executrix, three middle-age sisters find a manuscript for a
murder mystery in their mother's safe after her death. Mom’s book gives
them a whole new view of their mother and their future. Is it fiction . . . or
truth?
Get
out the popcorn as the Dushane Sisters Trilogy comes to a scrumptious
conclusion with Indigo Legacy. Due out in fall of 2017.
5 comments:
May your future continue to be resplendent with joy and happiness! And since July's Genre-ista topic is "Fireworks" perhaps you will share some of your hiking adventures and a few pictures?
I'm so happy for you, Courtney! Have an amazing honeymoon!
I am a Paty Jager fangirl as well. Love her stories and her wise voice!
I like Pay's books too! She is an awesome writer. I'm so Happy for you as you start your new adventure in life. You go girl!!!
Congrats, Courtney--happy trails!
Every happiness
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