Inspiration for Writing Short Stories ... by Deb Noone

The month of March theme is all about inspiration. It just so happens I have a fun story to tell about inspiration.

First, some background. I love reading short romances that only take a few minutes to read. I also love to challenge myself by writing a romance in 600 to 1,000 words. This is a tricky task, for sure. So, devising a romantic story that is akin to a flash in time for the hero and heroine is a must.

One of my goals for 2024 was to write and submit ten short stories. I wrote one in late December and submitted it, after much editing, in January. I then wrote two more, both in response to calls for submissions. The first was a St. Patrick’s Day story, which I had a ton of fun writing. I also edited it at least twenty times. A tweak here and there, or a change of direction, are all part of the editing process. Truthfully, the inspiration part of coming up with an idea is the easy part. It’s always a kernel of a thought that blossoms into a full, but very short story. Then the hard part begins.

After sending in two stories, I went back to work on writing my next novel. Writing is hard work and I often need a break, both from the ache of typing non-stop for hours, but also to give my brain a rest. So, of course, I find things to do, like checking out the internet and I saw a call for an Easter story.

I mentally shook my head. Nope. I just wrote and sent in two. I got back to work on my current writing project. But the thought niggled at the back of my brain. Easter. Easter. Easter. What did I used to do as a kid? Hunt Easter eggs.

As an aside, I grew up in Washington, D.C. and I once went to the White House Easter Egg Roll—a tradition started by President Rutherford B. Hayes in 1878. This event was always held the Monday after Easter, when all schools were closed. I believe you had to have special tickets to get in. My sister and I would dress up in our Easter finest, including a bonnet and our little black shoes. Once we arrived at the White House, we had free run of the lawns, got to meet THE Easter Bunny, and gaze up to the White House balcony to see the President and First Lady waving at all of us. 

But back to hunting eggs…as an adult I accompanied my sister and niece to the neighborhood egg hunt. The night before, I helped my sister and other parents in the neighborhood hide colorful plastic eggs filled with candy in the “hidden” park surrounded by neighborhood homes that rimmed the hill in what I like to call a secret garden.

AHA! Remembering that one special Easter with my sister, brother-in-law, and niece… Well, you guessed it. Inspiration hit.

I began typing and realized that the heroine, the visiting aunt, would meet her sister’s new neighbor who was going to dress as the Easter Bunny. Sparks flew. They met for dinner at the sister’s home and again, just the two. And by the end of the story, on Easter Day when the kids are collecting eggs, the aunt realizes she is in love with the Easter Bunny.

I wrote the story, adding and subtracting words, moving around paragraphs, and after SEVENTEEN versions, I finally sent in the story at the beginning of January. With great excitement, I can announce that in late February the story was contracted and will be released in a magazine toward the end of March.

The theme for April is “Three Things I Do Well.” My second “inspiration” this morning was to write about the creativity of working with food. That is one thing I believe I do well, as I used to cook in restaurants and cater. So, I look forward to writing the April blog and putting it out into the ether for all to read next month. Stay tuned to find out what are the other two things I think I do well, that is, when I figure out what those are—HA!

                     What inspires you? 

      Or how do you jumpstart your inspiration?

 

The Prince’s Son
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~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~

Delsora Lowe writes small town sweet and spicy romances and contemporary westerns, from the mountains of Colorado to the shores of Maine.

Author of the Starlight Grille series, Serenity Harbor Maine novellas, and the Cowboys of Mineral Springs series, Lowe has also authored short romances for Woman’s World magazine. The Love Left Behind is a Hartford Estates, R.I. wedding novella. A Christmas novel (The Inn at Gooseneck Lane) and novella (Holiday Hitchhiker) were released in late fall 2022. Look for book 3 of the cowboy’s series, as well as book 2 of the Hartford Estates series, in 2024.

Social Media Links:

Author website: www.delsoralowe.com
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Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/Delsora-Lowe/e/B01M61OM39/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
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Instagram: #delsoralowe / https://www.instagram.com/delsoralowe/

  

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Friends Old and New - by Alice Rosewell

As a twice divorced and now 25 years-single woman, I have discovered that the romantic notions of love-at-first-sight and partner-for-life have not worked out well for me, regardless of their appeal. I haven’t been living in a hole in the ground for 25 years so I think the single life must be the one that suits me best.

Of course, being single doesn’t mean you don’t have relationships, quite the reverse. Relationships can be quite intense. On the down-side, family and others may think that your time is completely at their disposal, after all you have nothing better to do than babysit their children, provide transport, or listen to their interminable complaints about their partners, children, health, the government, and so on.

But if you can avoid having your life consumed by people who give nothing in return, the single life leaves you free to nurture those most rewarding of all relationships, friendships.

I’m fortunate to have a number of close and supportive female friends who, strangely, have never met each other. Each woman is slightly different and our conversations are equally different. Some I have known for decades, and we can reminisce about school days, others are friends I met at the school gates waiting for our own children to come out, and others hail from workplaces and activities like our quilting classes and writing, of course. Conversations range from politics to the problem of nostril hair; who can I trust to deal with that when I’m too old and forgetful? Perhaps there is a spa where I can go and get nasal lazering.  But I digress.

So what does make a good and satisfying friendship? I think that shared experiences form the initial foundations, then a shared outlook on the future, and that most nebulous issue of ‘shared values’. Usually these are never discussed in and of themselves, but they colour (note UK spelling) our  conversations in ways that make us feel aligned and connected with our friends. We forget about ourselves and lose our self-consciousness. Time flows.

But once we’ve left school or college, new friends can be hard to find, our circle may dwindle. People move away, or start new relationships, or, as we get older, some will inevitably pass away.

Our closest of friends can never be replaced, but the world is full of wonderful people who can enrich our lives, and with a little effort we can go out and find them.

Here are my 5 tips for establishing new friendships.

1. Be interesting and interested.

Make sure you are involved in new things. Practice having conversations with yourself in the mirror if you feel very self-conscious; and give people time to talk about themselves.

2. Be compassionate but set boundaries.

Everyone has problems, and sharing these is part of bonding. But be wary of people who are only concerned with their own needs, or entice you into over-sharing. Walk away from unkindness.

3. Be honest, but not judgmental.

And expect the same in return. Wanting the best for your friend does not mean trying to improve them.

4. Be reliable.

This is the bedrock of the best friendships. Knowing that your friend can rely on you for small things will build a relationship that will be supportive when life gets hard.

5.Be an all-weather friend.

Everyone knows about fair-weather friends, but people who are only interested in the negative are equally disappointing. Meet your friends with love, come rain or shine.

My name is Alice Rosewell and I live in the city of Bristol in the South West of England (UK), the city where I was born.  I write in British English, so I hope that American readers will not be put off by British spelling of some words. 

The first story I remember writing was at primary school, about the age of 7. This was followed by a dry spell which lasted about 50 years during which I got through University, brought up a couple of kids, and had a successful career  in IT. 

I had the outline of a story which I’d dreamed up one evening in the pub, but that sat in a folder for about a decade until I got made redundant for the second time in one year! This event coincided with the Kindle becoming mainstream, and Indie publishing an option. I dusted off my few pages of ideas and got to work. For the last few years I have been writing contemporary women’s fiction, publishing three novels: Irrelevant Women, The Kite Makers, and my latest, An End to Dreaming.  A good friend described my writing as intriguing, uplifting, and will not give you nightmares!  I think that about sums it up.

Celebrating Friendship by Lynn Lovegreen

Happy BlogOVersary for Romancing the Genres! I’m Lynn Lovegreen. I am honored to be part of this group, and pleased to host today’s Blog-Versation celebrating friendship. I'll post an example answer to the question, and then you can provide an answer. I'll check back every so often and comment, and maybe you'll have a comment to add to mine, or someone else will. This way, we’ll have a virtual conversation.  

What is your most cherished friendship?

Friendship is precious. We all have different kinds of friends, whether it’s childhood friends, workplace friends, or longtime neighbors. My favorite category is intergenerational friends. Some of my friends are much older or younger than I am. People who grew up in a certain time period have a different take on things than I do. That leads to great conversations and new insights.

One of my most cherished friendships was with a lady old enough to be my grandmother. We started off knowing each other slightly, as she worked with my mother. Later, we were in the same group that met for a monthly lunch and Benita couldn’t drive anymore, so I became her chauffeur. It didn’t take long before I was taking her home and staying for coffee, then hanging out with her on a regular basis. Benita taught me much about life, and her advice was always spot on. We shared an unconditional love for each other that lasted until she died. I’m so grateful for our time together.

Your turn now! What is your most cherished friendship? Or, what does friendship mean to you?

Lynn Lovegreen has lived in Alaska for over fifty years. After twenty years in the classroom, she retired to make more time for writing. She enjoys her friends and family, reading, and volunteering at her local library. Her young adult historical fiction is set in Alaska, a great place for drama, romance, and independent characters. See her website at www.lynnlovegreen.com. You can also find her on Facebook and Instagram.

Celebrate! Celebrate! It's Our Birthday

Hi, I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, soul nourishing romantic women’s fiction that honors pagan spiritual practices. My stories show you what life could be like if you had a place like The Circle where you are unconditionally accepted, supported and loved. And where, with this support, you do overcome obstacles and find your happily-ever-after.

Nine years ago, Sarah Raplee and I published the first blog post here at Romancing The Genres (actually it was Sarah who clicked the button). And here we are starting our 10^th year!

Before I share how I Celebrate, here are our some of the highlights from our first nine years.

Almost 500,000 page views

Most of our readers are in the United States but we have a solid following in Canada, Germany, France, Australia, Russian, Ukraine, China, as well as smaller followings in India, Japan, South Korea, Israel, Kuwait, etc.

When Sarah and I brain-stormed creating a group blog we knew we wanted it to be diverse in varied ways so we’ve had male and female bloggers, authors of color, and authors from around the U.S. as well as around the world. Our Genre-istas run the gamut and write in a variety of genres. Romance in its varied sub-genres is represented both in our bloggers but also in our guests.

Last month we featured former Genre-istas and got caught up on what they are doing now. Next month, we’ll feature Children’s Book Authors. Be sure to check out our Action/Adventure/Thriller authors in July.

We had our first Blog-Versation August 2019 and it was so much fun we’re doing it again. Each Saturday one of the Genre-istas will spearhead the Blog-Versations inviting our regular readers and anyone else to stop by and join the conversation. Each weekend will feature a different focus: 05/02 – Indie Bookstores; 05/09 – Holidays; 05/16 – Heritage; 05/23 – TBD; 05/30 – Friendships. Every Wednesday we’ll feature the Genre-ista and topic in our Headline. Follow us each day and be privy to what each of us do to Celebrate the big and small events in life. Be sure to leave comments to help us add to our options.

And here’s how I Celebrate my birthday:

About the right number of candles?

Before the actual date of my 50^th birthday, I decided to celebrate this milestone by doing something more than cake (actually I prefer pie) and ice cream and going out to dinner. Soo…

I chose to celebrate for 50 days. How that worked is each day I decided on one thing I’d do (or maybe not do) that was my gift to me. Sometimes I bought myself something. Other times I might spend the day in p.j.’s or go out to eat or get take out (I’m not a fan of cooking).

That is a birthday I do remember.

I’ve followed that personal tradition ever since even though I’ve made some modifications. The biggest one was changing how I counted my days. My birthday is in November so initially I kept my celebrating within the calendar year counting back from December 31^st. As I approached mid-October, that decision didn’t feel right so after agonizing (yes, my friends will tell you it wasn’t an easy decision for me), I now start on November 1^st and move forward, into the next year.

If I live to be 102, which is my goal, I’ll be celebrating into February!

What do you do that’s special on your birthday? You just might have a way of celebrating the anniversary of your coming into this world that I can add to my list.

You can find all of my books at your favorite e-book vendor. Be sure to ask your local library if you’d prefer to read my books through that resource.

Learn more about Judith's The Sacred Women’s Circle series at JudithAshleyRomance.com

Follow Judith on Twitter: JudithAshley19

Check out Judith’s Windtree Press author page.

You can also find Judith on FB! 

© 2020 Judith Ashley

“A funny thing happened on the way to…” by Delsora Lowe

Funny is a word that can be interpreted in many ways.

Using Second Definition

About an hour after I arrived at work in the alumni office of a prestigious secondary school in the middle of Washington, D.C., my alma mater and my employer, my friend and classmate working as an executive assistant to a senior law partner downtown, called. “Did you hear?” She went on to relate the story of the first plane hitting the first tower in NYC. We couldn’t imagine how air traffic controllers and pilots could miss the warnings of a huge tower looming in the path of the airplane.

The morning quickly unfolded. Hearing about the second tower. Running downstairs to the main office to watch T.V. Hearing a plane just hit the pentagon, where my co-worker’s husband worked. Luckily, he was on the opposite side, but a father of an alumni wasn’t so lucky. Then within hours, streams of people walked from downtown three miles away past my office, on a warm September, blue-skied, perfect early fall day, trying to get home with no public transportation running. 

My view of the cathedral – looking at the long side on the left of the photo.

My building sat on top of a hill, on the third floor of an old stone mansion. My office window faced the towers of the Washington National Cathedral and the flight path from the national airport where planes took off every few minutes, from across the river in Virginia. I never realized until the planes started flying again, that the visual from my window looked as though the planes were headed directly toward the cathedral towers. After 9/11, I had to turn my computer away from my precious view to avoid the sudden lurch in my stomach every few minutes—every time a plane traversed that air space—and looked like it was headed into the towers. In actuality it was an optical illusion of planes many miles away as they flew away from the city up the Potomac River toward unknown destinations. 

My office in Zartman House, under the chimney on the right, with dormer on right roof,

and another window looking out the side toward Cathedral.

That day, the school lost a parent of an alumni in the Pentagon. My co-worker lost a friend in one of the towers, whose wedding he was to take part two weeks later. Another co-worker’s daughter-in-law would have been on the subway getting off that stop at that exact time, if she hadn’t had a dentist appointment that made her late for work. Another co-worker, driving to work near the Pentagon saw the flames when the plane hit. The mother of my friend who had called earlier, saw the plane hit the Pentagon as she watched from her apartment window. A co-worker of my friend knew a flight attendant on that plane. The fire department blocks from my home were first to respond to the Pentagon. All these connections to the tragedy, out of only nine people in my department.

I tell you this, not to bring you down, but to put in perspective my feelings at suddenly being in a job that had no meaning. And in which in a matter of hours, I was two degrees away from tragedy that hit so many people that day. A job where I brought people (our alumni) together to have class reunions and gather in cities around the country for alumni parties with people who had one thing in common—they went to the same school.

I wasn’t a paramedic or a police officer or a firefighter or a soldier or an ER doctor. 

I was ONLY a party planner. I was an intermediary who brought people of common interests together.

That is until I began hearing from our alumni, letting the school and others know their friends were all right, and tracking down those we hadn’t heard from. Bringing people together in joy that their classmates were fine and had made it through a collective ordeal. And bringing those same people together to mourn. And later, celebrating my classmate (yes, I am proud of my class) by bestowing a distinguished alumni award, for the man we later learned had held together the economy of our country that first week, by being a lone person who stayed in harm’s way near the capital, even when they thought a plane might be headed toward the center of D.C. I might add, that in a few weeks I will be at this same person’s home to celebrate the 50^th reunion of my class. And yes, this quiet, mild-mannered unsung hero, he is still our hero.
 
Now to the funny part.
 
As in definition number two: difficult to explain or understand.Through all that, I questioned everything I did. Part of my escape was to start writing. My first completed manuscript is lost somewhere, under a bed maybe. Poems I wrote got wiped out in a computer fix. But the feeling I got from using my imagination to weave stories, grew. I may not be a paramedic or in any of those other saving and protecting careers, but my gift to you, is to give you a place in which to escape to a world of make-believe. The world of happily-ever-afters, where hurts can be cured with the love of a special person.

And my gift on 9/11 and days and weeks to follow, was to bring people together, to connect them with friends, and to reassure them. To write their human-interest stories for the alumni magazine. It made me realize in the little spec of my world, that I had a talent to connect people and tell their stories. And that in this moment of history, that was important.

I no longer write non-fiction for alumni magazines. But that year marked the beginning of my fiction-writing journey. And for that I am personally grateful, as the writing saved me, made me strong enough to bring people together for fun and learning experiences, and understand that the small part I (and all writers) contribute to the world is important.

DELSORA LOWE

~ cottages to cabins ~ keep the home fires burning ~
 
Delsora Lowe writes small town sweet romances and contemporary westerns from the mountains of Colorado to the shores of Maine.

Author of the Starlight Grille series, Serenity Harbor Maine novellas, and the Cowboys of Mineral Springs series, Lowe has also authored short romances for Woman’s World magazine.

New Release - Blurb: The Prince’s Son 

A first meet, royalty and the nanny romance between a self-exiled prince with a royal chip on his shoulders and the local rancher's daughter who rails against any man who tries to tell her what to do. When she tries to tell the prince how to raise his son, tempers flare and sparks fly.

Ari Orula, a prince with a royal chip on his shoulders, has sworn off women.
Carla Peters, the rancher's daughter, has big dreams and it doesn't include listening to her dad, big brothers, or the new prince in town.
When the prince finds himself in dire straits and must find a nanny pronto, the last person he wants is his son's know-it-all ski teacher who insinuates he has a lot to learn about fatherhood.
The money the prince offers Carla for two weeks as a nanny will put a big dent in the cost of renovations for her new school, her life's dream. Does she dare risk working for the rancher her brothers think is trying to destroy their livelihood?
Despite best laid plans, two people at odds are brought together to rescue a child. At risk of alienating her family, Carla accepts the position. At risk of melting his stone-cold heart, Ari hires the rancher's daughter.
Will the sparks that fly torch Carla's dreams and inflame Ari's resolve, or ignite an everlasting love?

READ ME LINKS:

Amazon E-book link:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PZD3FNC/ref=sr_1_2?crid=32PO3EI3KDLQI&keywords=delsora+lowe&qid=1553611414&s=digital-text&sprefix=dels%2Cdigital-text%2C196&sr=1-2-catcorr  

Amazon Print Book Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1091276862?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860

Books2read link, (includes Barnes and Noble and iBooks): books2read.com/u/b6xzr6

Social Media Links:

Author website: www.delsoralowe.com

Author FaceBook page: fb.me/delsoraloweauthor

Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/Delsora-Lowe/e/B01M61OM39/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Books2Read Author page: https://www.books2read.com/ap/8GWm98/Delsora-Lowe

BookBub Author Page: 
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Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16045986.Delsora_Lowe 

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Old Friends by Lynn Lovegreen

I was talking with an old friend recently, and she was reflecting on her life of 90+ years. One thing she was most grateful for is her friends.  It struck a chord in my heart. My old friends are a big part of my life.

I grew up in the military, so most of my childhood friends have scattered to the winds. But I am fortunate to have several friends that I’ve known since I was a teen or young adult. They enhance my life in ways I couldn’t imagine when I was younger.

I have friends who’ve known me for ten, twenty, up to forty years. It’s great to know someone so well and vice versa. There’s no need to explain everything about my family or my background. I don’t have to impress them, or watch what I say too closely. They’re close enough to really care about me—warts and all.

Some of my best friends are my late mother’s age or older. In some cases, they were my mother’s friend first. That’s a lovely connection, especially when I’m missing her and they say they miss her, too. And it’s great to have an elder to talk to when I’m feeling down. They have the life experience to tell me that this too will pass, and the faith to encourage me to keep going. That’s golden—just like they are.

If you value elders in your life, too, you might enjoy my friend Lizbeth Selvig’s contemporary romances. She includes at least one older character in each of her books. My favorite is Robert McCormick in Rescued By a Stranger. There's also 94-year-old Grandma Sadie in the Seven Brides series. But I recommend all of them! Lizbeth's latest book is Missing By a Heartbeat.  Learn more at  http://www.lizbethselvig.com/.

 Lynn Lovegreen has lived in Alaska for about fifty years. She taught for twenty years before retiring to make more time for writing. She enjoys her friends and family, reading, and volunteering at her local library. Her young adult/new adult historical romances are set in Alaska, a great place for drama, romance, and independent characters. See her website at www.lynnlovegreen.com. You can also find her on Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest.  

TRIBE OF LOVE

By DianaMcCollum

Love comes in many forms. The love of parents, brother or sister or any relative, husband or wife, the love of doing something that is satisfying to you, the love of self. While many might think this is selfish to love yourself, but if you don’t love yourself it is hard to truly and completely love another. To love your self is to put yourself first. It is imperative you take care of yourself physically and emotionally. Put yourself first always so you can be the best friend, daughter, wife, husband, sister & member of the Tribe, etc.

Today I’m going to talk about my love of my tribe. We all have a tribe. You may not call it that, but it is that special circle of friends. The ones you can tell anything to and they don’t judge you, they help you if you need help and listen if that’s what you need. They are the ones who are there to help you up when you fall.

Of course that love goes both ways. You help them and listen to them too.

I love this quote:

 From Anne Lamott, ““One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness”

My tribe consists of my sister, Sarah in Mulino, my friend, Judith, in Portland, and my dear friend, Louise who lives in KS. They are the inter-circle of my tribe. I can, and do tell them about what’s worrying me or ask them for advice, and we also laugh together. They are my go to for personal advice. They are also, fun to be with.

The rest of my tribe are my writer friends here in Bend, OR. And my writer friends on the Rose City writing loop. We all encourage each other in our writing and share useful information we’ve found, and boost up each other when we get a rejection from an editor or agent, or a comment on a contest we’ve entered was harsh. After all, our books are our babies!

My Bend, OR tribe, which includes Paty our long distance member, and I get together a few times a month for coffee or lunch, and talk writing, share what’s, what with our lives, and we always have a few good laughs!

Laughter is the best medicine-this affirmation was first recorded this way in the late 20^th century. This is not a modern day concept. The same idea can be found in the bible in Proverbs 17:22, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”

I get so much love from all these ladies that are members of my tribe. I love them all dearly. I wouldn’t be the same without them in my life.

So thank you dear tribe, you all know who you are.

My wish for all of you out there in the land of internet is to live, love, laugh and be happy!

And hold your tribe close to your heart.

Do you have a tribe?