Showing posts with label Southwest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Southwest. Show all posts

Saturday, September 17, 2022

Creating Community as a Character in Our Books ... M. Lee Prescott

 

“Community is the single most important factor in learner-centered classrooms.” (Carol Avery)

Hello,

It’s Mary Lee (alias M. Lee Prescott) saying hello. The quote above is from my life as a teacher (retired in June 2021). Creating a community in one’s classroom is critical if a teacher wishes to build trust among all stakeholders – adults and children – and encourage the kind of risk taking that allows learning to thrive. You might be asking yourself—why in a writer’s blog, is she writing about teaching and classrooms? The answer is simple creating a supportive, nurturing community where my characters live is at the heart of most of my fiction. Certainly, community is, indeed, a main character in all four of my series. I thought in this post, I tell you a little about these communities. Perhaps you’ll come and visit someday?

The Morgan’s Run books are set in the southwestern United States in the fictional town of Saguaro Valley. An orographic effect characterized by unusual cloud formations and abundant moisture has created this extraordinary green valley that lies between two mountain ranges, vast deserts beyond.

Home to six thousand residents—ranchers, farmers, entrepreneurs, and others – much of the land is owned by a few wealthy ranchers, Ben Morgan among them, who take their stewardship seriously, providing livelihoods and support to every resident. The undiscovered valley mostly remains isolated in its pristine beauty and agricultural abundance, except when the occasional movie star arranges a pack trip up into the mountains. Saguaro Valley is a place where everyone knows everyone and takes care of everyone. If you’re in danger, trouble or need, you are never alone. Many beloved characters leave home and return, to heal, to find love, and to raise their families. Others spread their wings and move east as do two of the Morgan sons, Sam, an architect to Maryland and Kyle, a veterinarian, to Horseshoe Crab Cove, a New England town that is home to the Morgan’s Fire community (see below!).

In this spin-off series to Morgan’s Run, readers come to the village of Horseshoe Crab Cove, home to Ben Morgan’s younger brother. Formerly a world traveler and longtime Maine resident, Richard purchases a five hundred acre property, where he builds an enormous farmhouse, barns, stables and eventually a winery. Richard is also an investor in Field and Field, a farm-to-table restaurant on the property, created and run by his son-in-law.

The community encompasses several small seaside towns, Horseshoe Crab Cove at its center. On tiny Main Street, with its shops and restaurants, is a garden space, Laura’s Community Garden, started by Richard’s daughter, Pam in memory of her mother. There in the four acre plot, residents come to plant, grow, and share the fruits of their collective labors. Horseshoe Crab Cove is also home to the Darn Yarners, a group of eight women in their sixties, friends for over four decades, who support each other, each other’s families, and the village proper. Over the years the Yarners have raised money for parks and other civic projects, their fellowship intricately woven into the fabric of village life. Like Saguaro Valley, no one in Horseshoe Crab Cove is alone and the close community provides a safe, loving place for longtime residents and newcomers like Kyle Morgan, who follows his wife Harriet, daughter on a Darn Yarner, to town. When, at age fifty, Joe O’Leary leaves the priesthood, he, too, comes to the village to learn how to live outside the confines of the church. 

Village of Old Harbor, a coastal village with a Quaker school at its center, seems like just another sleepy town, where murders happen a little too regularly! Born and raised in the area, Detective Roger Demaris, and his team, along with his former schoolmate and high school girlfriend, art teacher Bess Dore, explore the worlds beneath the town and school’s placid surfaces uncovering unimaginable evil. Despite its aura of tranquility, this is a sometimes fractured community, infiltrated by outsiders bent on dredging up the past, wreaking havoc on the present, and changing the course of the future for the residents of Old Harbor. There is, however, a core of community resilience that prevails and triumphs over the darkness—thank goodness!

Finally—there are the communities traversed by private investigator, Ricky Steele. When not chasing criminals at a snobby boarding school or helping a friend find her husband’s killer in the exclusive, coastal town of Windy Harbor, Ricky prowls the mean streets of Spindle City, trailing errant spouses, and mingling with sex workers and drug lords. All of these communities have an identity that shape Ricky’s often bumbling, but heartfelt investigating style. Her office is in one of the old granite mills that populate the landscape of Spindle City. These behemoths, left over from the city’s heyday as a thriving textile manufacturing hub, reflect the gritty strength of the community and its denizens.

The above notwithstanding, the community readers love more than those mentioned, is where Ricky lives—the Grove. There in her ticky-tacky beach cottage, she is surrounded by friends and neighbors like Maddie and Fulton, the deaf octogenarians to the east, who keep the canapes and cocktails coming, and Vinnie to the west, a dear friend who helps with carpentry, security, underworld information, and cat sitting. The Grove also draws to its community, Dr. Charlie Bowen, who renovates a waterfront property around the corner, while wooing the independent Ricky. Will love win out? Time will tell.

So… is “community” synonymous with setting? Are they the same? I would answer no, but I could be persuaded either way. As author, community unfolds in my stories as the living, breathing manifestation of setting. Community allows characters to take risks to dare to be themselves, to grow, to develop, to thrive. Is this the same as setting? Hmm… You be the judge!

Great blogging with you! I love to hear from readers and writers so please be in touch anytime.

Warm wishes,

Mary Lee


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Saturday, March 26, 2022

Romance in Every Day Moments ... M. Lee Prescott

“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.”  Lao Tzu

Hi, I’m Mary Lee, writing as M. Lee Prescott, author of mysteries, romances – contemporary and western -- four series and a bunch of single titles. Two of the series are contemporary romances-- Morgan’s Run, Morgan’s Fire and two are mystery series—Ricky Steele Mysteries (humorous, 1st person, woman PI) and the Roger and Bess Mysteries (small village, cozy). Whether a mystery or romance, my stories are about how people in communities from the southwest to New England nurture and support one another. I try to write characters with whom I would like spend time. That way I can be pretty sure readers will want to hang out with them too. Not that there aren’t a few villains along the way, but they never win out in the end.





If I look at it “broadly,” romance is present in almost everything I write. I love the “turn” when something shifts. Where a character’s anger, frustration, fear, queasiness or host of other negative emotions soften and change because of who they are, who they’re with, and how they approach the world. There is a kind of romance present in most human interactions that is palpable as in this chance encounter from Lady Love, my newest Ricky Steele adventure.

My martini days are over. It’s amazing what eight ounces of straight gin with a few ice cubes and a splash of tonic will do to a body not accustomed to drinking hard liquor. I slid out of bed with a pounding headache and queasy stomach. Yoga and inverted poses definitely out! I headed out for a short run that ended with me retching on the sand. 

            I had no sooner stood up, kicking sand over the vomit when Carter the moose dog leapt onto my chest and knocked me over. “Carter, no!” Charlie called, running forward to grab his leash.

            Figures, the man I barely knew, but with whom I was already madly in love. I groaned, rolling over and standing shakily, my entire body covered with sand.  “Morning.” I gave him a wan smile.

            “I am really sorry,” he said, stepping on Carter’s leash as he helped brush sand off my back.

            “No worries. I’m a little under the weather so I wasn’t prepared for him.” I patted Carter’s enormous head. “Good boy.”

            “No he isn’t. What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

            I vainly attempted to tamp down my hair and straighten my clothes. “I’m guessing it’s a hangover. I don’t do well with hard liquor.”

            He grinned, his hand still on my shoulder. “Most people don’t.”

                                                (Lady Love, in progress) 


I’ve discovered that writing in multiple genres at the same time brings resonance and clarity to the “romance” in each. For example, as I plug away at the fifth book in the Ricky Steele mysteries I am also writing the eighth sweet and spicy Morgan’s Fire romance. The first explores dark deeds and hidden dangers yet love still finds its way in. The second takes place in a small village where everyone watches out for each other. The tone and backdrops may shift dramatically, but love and romance anchor the characters in both books informing me, as the author, in how it’s done and the importance of getting characters’ caring and passion for one another right. 

   

            Drawing her back from her remembering, Ben reached for her. “Hey, beautiful, good morning.”

            “Hey, yourself.”

            “Penny for your thoughts.”

            “Well, if you must know, I was thinking back to Stanford and the first time I set eyes on a certain handsome cowboy.”

            He chuckled. “Country bumpkin next to Ms. Bel Air Sophisticate.”

            “Yet you still managed to sweep me off my feet and carry me off to the valley you couldn’t stop talking about.”

            “Desperate times require desperate measures. ’Sides, I was afraid if I stopped talking, you’d get bored and walk away. The Valley was the only topic I could say more than two syllables about.”

“Well, we know that’s not true. Desperate?”

Couldn’t imagine livin’ another day without you .”

            “And, now here we are. Forty years later.”

“Blink of an eye, darlin’. Wouldn’t change a second.”

“Nor would I,” she said, smiling as she slid down beside him.

“That’s more like it.” He kissed her as he drew her into his arms.

“Mmm,” she said. “Someone’s perky this morning.”

                                                            (A Valley Christmas, 2020)

                    


Without love, why bother reading on? Love transforms ordinary events, scenes or situations, hooking the reader and drawing them closer. Love can be ironic, generous, forgiving or a host of other things. While my romance novels have a central couple as focus, I find writing about sibling love particularly powerful. And don’t get me started on parental and grandparental love! Below is a quick snapshot of two Morgan siblings meeting for the first time in many years. 

       

            Ben found his sister in the largest washing room, hunched over a pump, wrench in one hand, hammer in the other. 

            She noted his presence but stayed focused on her task. “Heard you were back.”

            Of all the Morgans, Beth most closely resembled her older brother. She had Ben’s angular jaw, chestnut hair, and lean, lanky build. Her eyes were the same dark chestnut, arresting if one was caught in their gaze. Her fiancé, Bill was fond of saying that those eyes had stopped him in his tracks the first time he spied her in his Biology 101 class. Today, Beth’s jeans were caked with mud and her flannel shirt soaked through. She swore as the wrench slipped from her grasp and clattered to the cement floor. 

            “Want some help?”

            “Yeah, right.”

            “Sarcasm doesn’t become you, sister of mine.  You forget I have an engineering degree.”

            She straightened up, met her brother eye to eye, and held out the wrench and hammer.  “Okay, Surfer Boy.  Knock yourself out.”

            “No hug?”

            “Let’s see how the pump project works out first.”  Ben gave her a look and Beth laughed, extending her arms.  “Oh, what the heck.  A little incentive won’t hurt.”

            As he folded her into his arms, Ben felt her stiffen. Touching was not Beth’s thing.

            “Good to have you home. Mom and Dad must have gone crazy when you walked in. You’ve always been their favorite, you know.” She pulled up a stool. “This I gotta see.”

                          Ben stooped to his task, quickly ascertaining the
             problem.

                                                                         (Emma’s Dream, 2015)

 

In your face, understated, implied, or red hot, love and romance really are everywhere! I hope that is true in your life too! Happy spring!

M. Lee



After a scorching divorce, Tom Jacobi is left burned, the ashes of his life scattered all around him. Attempting to heal, he leaves his home in Montana and comes to Saguaro Valley. There he settles into a job as assistant manager at the magnificent Valley Stables surrounded by rough cowboys, prized thoroughbreds and wild mustangs. When he meets Grace McGraw the roughhewn, yet carefully sheltered world, he has created is softened, the fires of anguish quenched by love.            

A Saguaro Valley native, Grace is consumed by the day-to-day care of her alcoholic father and her struggles to keep their family hardware store running. Then a tall, lanky wrangler walks into her life and changes everything, stealing her heart and lightening her load. Tom offers strength, comfort, and courage supporting her in ways she never thought possible. Join the Morgans and their valley community in book twelve of Morgan”s Run and witness the unfolding of Grace and Tom’s sweet, but also white hot love story!

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