Saturday, May 11, 2019

Brokken Arrow--Free Until Monday

Hi everyone--

Mother's Day is a mixed blessing for many of us, and for some, a day of sorrows, and for a lucky few, a day of joy. Wherever you fall on the spectrum, I wish you peace and comfort.

I lost my mother two years ago. She was ornery, lovable, and kind-hearted in her way. She loved her grandchildren and great-grandchildren dearly. After she suffered a series of strokes, the last years of her life were full of struggles for her and for me. I miss her but know she is in a better place. 

So, it is a day of mixed blessings for me. Although I miss my mother, my sons and grandchildren are all healthy and happy and plan to spend the day with me tomorrow. I am so thankful to share the day with them.

As a Mother's Day gift to my readers, I am offering Brokken Arrow free until Monday. 

A little about Brokken Arrow: Deborah Brokken never knew her mother, who died in childbirth. Although Victoria and Abby are but a few years older, they serve as surrogate mothers to Deborah. 

Here's an excerpt:

Abby greeted her and stepped back to survey her. “Are you ill?”
Deborah loosened the bonnet strings and flung her bonnet down on the teak bar top. “Folks keep asking me that. I suppose I must look a mess.”
Miss Abby led her to the kitchen. “Lucky for you, I just made scones. A couple of those and a hot cup of coffee will do wonders for what ails you.”
Deborah sank into a chair, and Miss Abby set the scones on the table. “There’s nothing better than fresh butter and orange marmalade on a scone. Please, help yourself.”
To Deborah’s consternation, her tears burst loose. Miss Abby draped an arm over her shoulders, and Deborah turned to face her friend, lifting her tear-stained face. Miss Abby stroked her hair and pulled her close. She did not speak, and Deborah was glad of it, knew she’d not be able to answer until she gained control of her emotions.
Miss Abby smelled of lavender, and after a moment, Deborah’s tears abated. She pulled away and found her handkerchief.
Miss Abby took a seat across from her. “I remember Vic said your brothers left you a jar of orange marmalade. That must have set you off.”
Deborah traced a pattern on the tablecloth listlessly and didn’t reply.
“Is there something you want to talk about?”
She bit her lip. How could Miss Abby help her with this? Before she could form an answer, the backdoor opened and Sheriff Vic came in.
“Thought I smelled fresh scones. Thanks, Abby.”
“Who said I made them for you? And for heaven’s sake, don’t take them all. I have company, if you didn’t notice.”
“Good morning, Deborah. You look like something the cat drug in that the kittens wouldn’t have.”
Abby shot her friend a frigid look. “Vic! My goodness. Don’t you see something is troubling her?”
The sheriff took a seat at the table. “Yes, and I can guess what. Man trouble. If you want my advice, Deb, stay away from all men.”
Miss Abby frowned. “Do not listen to her. Not all men are scumbags.”
The sheriff slathered a scone with butter. “Maybe not, but they all bring heartache, in one form or another.”
Abby’s red face indicated her anger. “Vic! Maybe you need to go.”

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Remember it is free until Monday.

Click to get your free copy: Brokken Arrow by Abagail Eldan

Over on Facebook, I will be online at 2 Central tomorrow at Historical Western Romance Readers. Stop by for a chat and a chance to win some great prizes. Hope to see you tomorrow. 

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Saturday, March 30, 2019

Latest Release

Joy, Unending, my latest book, releases on Tuesday, April 2nd. 

I'm happy with the end result. Although all my books differ from each other, this one has more pronounced differences. Joy, Unending follows more closely to what I consider a Christian romance novel. 

While I'm in the recovery process (and, yes, it takes me a while to recover), I thought I'd share my writing process.

It goes something like this--

1. An idea for a story begins to take shape and is not something I pursue or agonize over.  Ideas begin popping in my brain. Sometimes, several ideas for books "pop" at the same time, sometimes completely different books, or more often, several books in a series. And, so, cheerfully, I jot down the idea(s). 

(On a side note, I endeavor to be a neat person, although at heart, I am messy. Therefore, the notes I take at this point are scribbles, often difficult for me to decipher. To give myself props, I have learned to confine them to one notebook, most of the time.) 
Ideas bring a measure of cheerfulness.

2. Next comes a rough outline for the book. I've written around twenty books and have learned I will never stick to an outline. That's why I simply sketch ideas and make a very rough, brief outline. (I can't do this neatly either--it's merely scribbled sentences.) Usually, only the finished first chapter and last chapter have any resemblance to my first outline.
Me, scribbling away.

3. And then comes the writing. And the first chapters are difficult, if not verging on the impossible. I've discovered the reason for this. As I said above, the vision for my book will not fit into the parameters I have outlined for it. I am trying to pry my vision into a container not made for it. At this point, I become discouraged. I will contemplate trashing the whole thing and starting over. 
I will never get this right.

4. But I continue writing, go back and sketch out some scenes, re-think my outline. And the book begins to come together. And, I'll begin to think, yes, I can do this!

Such a cute book!

5. And then ideas begin popping again, and my writing increases speed as if I'm going downhill, although still bumpy.

Hold on!
6. And I finish the rough draft. Finally, it is done! And, I think, it ain't too shabby. Sometimes, I even love it!

7. And then comes the editing and the doubting. I used to spend a lot of time on this. I've learned to streamline the editing process and get through it as quickly as possible.
Does this even make sense?
8. At this point, I am done with the editing, done with the book, ready to publish and to move on to something else, whether what I've just written is good or bad. 
I am done! Yay!
9. And then, depression sets in. It is not doubt, but depression. Perhaps, it's because I miss my characters. Perhaps I'm dreading the stage 3 above when I begin my next book. I don't know. So far, I have always become depressed upon the publication of a book. The reason eludes me as does the solution. 

10. But, with God's help, I pick myself up and brush myself off to begin the process again. And this time around, I plan not to become unhappy--afterall, the title of the book is Joy, Unending!

And there you have it! My writing process. Please check out my other books over on my author page on Amazon.