Archive for March, 2009

Books On The Move

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009


I had an email this morning from a friend who lives in Oman.

He said he’d just picked up a copy of my book Cowboy on the Run in the teachers’ room at the university where he teaches.

I was pleased — and a little surprised — to learn that Rance and Ellie have made it halfway round the world to be discovered by a friend in Muscat.

But his email reminded me again of all the places our books go.

Of course I know that they are translated into lots of languages. I’ve seen mine in over 20 now, and it never ceases to give me a thrill to open the boxes or envelopes that bring me these foreign language editions.

But it’s even more fun to hear of people I know who have found them “in the wild,” so to speak.

I’ve found a few myself. I found a copy of the Spanish version of Dream Chasers at a flea market in Barcelona quite a few years ago. And a few weeks later when I was in Budapest, I found a French copy of one of my early Presents at the train station.

I ran across a much worn and, I hope, read copy of another at a church sale in near Gore on the South Island of New Zealand.

And a couple of years ago a friend brought me back a copy of a Japanese language version of an Anne McAllister book when she visited her family in her hometown near Tokyo.

Now that Harlequin Mills & Boon are officially coming out in India, I am hoping to see a copy of one of mine from there.

I have had lots of letters from Indian readers, so I know the books get there one way or another. “From Singapore,” one reader told me a few years back. But now I’m hoping that they will be even more widely available.

Have you seen my books in bookshops or flea markets or church rummage sales where you live?

If you see an Anne McAllister book where you are, please drop me a note an tell me where.

I’d be thrilled to know where they are turning up — even though I must admit to envying my books the fact that they are more widely traveled than I am!

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

Today on the Pink Heart Society blog, I have a post about sound or silence when writing. I thought about this as a result of reading Fiona Harper’s blog the week before when she talked about finding music that matched her books or even creating sound-tracks for them.

I thought it sounded like a great idea. And it still does — if you can do it.

I can’t. Music interferes with my brain when I’m writing, which surprised me at first because I’m pretty much an auditory learner.

I always learn stuff better if I hear it. I think in terms of sounds — and when I write it’s the voices of my characters I hear, and the background sounds I pick up far more than any sort of visual cues. Even “seeing” Hugh Jackman in my head doesn’t work for me if I can’t hear the ‘voice’ that would go with the man. Well, Hugh-in-a-towel works on one level, but not on getting the book written.

Once I have a character’s voice, though, things flow. But until I do, nothing happens. It’s like moving paper dolls around on a stage. And while I might be able to pick up songs that capture a side of a character, they have done their job if they spark that voice. They can’t come with me on the trip. If they do, I get stuck.

But just working from auditory details makes a book, um, one-dimensional. Even though I’m not primarily kinesthetic or visual, I need both to round things out.

The kinesthetic isn’t as hard to come by as the visual. I understand emotion. I know those pit-of-the-stomach feelings, the highs and lows of euphoria and despair. I know how they make me feel and I can mine them, even if I don’t do it as readily as I do aural memories.

It’s usually the visuals that give me trouble. I can tell you how snow sounds at a variety of temperatures. I can tell you how cold it feels. But as far as visuals? Well, it’s white. And . . .

Exactly. When I need ‘visual’ details in my books I tend to have to work much harder to come up with them. A number of years ago I learned to keep notebooks about places I went that I wanted to use as settings. I didn’t write down the sounds I hear. I had no trouble remembering them. But I needed a detailed list to remember the visuals.

I take a lot more photos now that I have a digital camera. And I go over them carefully when I’m writing, looking for something that will capture the details and show (I was going to say ‘resonate’ — how’s that for an auditory attempt at visuals?) the ambience to my readers.

I also learned to put my visually-oriented friends on my speed dial. I have one who is my source for all things visual to do with skiing and winter stuff. I have another who does glitz and glamour visuals for me. They’re very tolerant of my questions, though occasionally they will say, “Um, why are you asking me? You were there, too.”

Yes, but I didn’t ‘see’ anything — not the way they did. But I don’t think they heard the snow underfoot the way I did or caught the sounds the insects made zapping against the huge spotlights at the outdoor concert.

There are some interesting tests to determine whether you are primarily a visual, kinesthetic or auditory learner. I took a couple on the internet this morning which confirmed my very auditory approach, but offered suggestions on how to compensate in the other areas. If it’s a topic that interests you, too, put “tests of learning styles” in Google and check out the variety of resources available.

Let me know what style you prefer!

Happy St Patrick’s Day!

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009


Two and a half weeks ago we celebrated St David’s day here because of our Welsh and our personal “David” (#1 son) connections.

Today we’re celebrating St Patrick’s day because of personal “Patrick” (#2 son) connections and lots of Irish from County Mayo in The Prof’s mother’s family and those deep Celtic mt-DNA roots (pre-St Patrick) in mine.

It’s bright and sunny and getting on toward “real” spring hereabouts. The Prof has just finished the reconstruction of one of the 90 year old storm windows and put it back up “for the season,” as he says, because after all, there is still one more week of winter!

But I’m very impressed with his handiwork. Those windows are not standard sizes, so you can go buy ready-made windows. You either have to commission someone to make you one. Or you do the work yourself. The Prof is a dedicated Do It Himself guy. And he did. My biggest fear was that he’d kill himself rehanging it — teetering on a none-too-steady ladder on uneven ground in the middle of a mammoth hydrangea bush at dusk.

But the patron saint of window hangers and Do-It-Yourself guys was apparently with him. The window is hung and the drafts are no longer whistling down the backs of our necks.

I’m getting dug into Demetrios’s book. I left him and Anny in the middle of the Mediterranean for a week while I tried to figure out what happened next. And then I was reading someone else’s book, which had nothing at all in common with mine, and suddenly a light went off in my head. Why? Who knows? But I’m not complaining. And I figure Demetrios and Anny will be glad to get to shore. At least in one respect.

I’m thinking about doing a collage for this one. At least on the computer screen. Something to get me into it visually, though I’m not a visual writer.

I’ve been thinking about what inspires and influences recently. This is leading up to a post on the Pink Heart blog on Thursday, and because Kate Walker is talking about more writing issues on there tomorrow.

Is it one of the ways writers cope, do you suppose? Talking about writing instead of doing it?

I’ve also been talking to Seb about coming on board and writing a few blog pieces now that his book, Savas’ Defiant Mistress, is almost on the shelves., will be at the end of the month. He’s pretty single-minded, though, and not exactly given to being ‘chatty.’ In fact that’s what he said to me: “You want me to chat? You’re joking.”

He’s not exactly the poster boy for gregariousness. They call him “The Iceman” at the office.

Neely, on the other hand, is quite eager to come and “chat.” She said, “Sure, just name the day.”

Seb rolled his eyes and went back to his CAD program.

I’ll have to see what I can do. Got any ideas? Unlike Mitch and Micah, Seb probably doesn’t even accept bribes, er, treats.

He just walked past and said, “Depends on who’s doing the bribing,” and went straight into the other room without even looking my way.

Neely is laughing. And now she’s going after him.

I think we should draw a veil over this!

Happy St Patrick’s day, everyone!