Saturday, January 10, 2009

Wild Card Weekend with Margaret Daley

This weekend, Love Inspired Suspense author Margaret Daley's visiting The Pink Heart Society to talk about something we all mean to do...

My New Year Resolution


I don’t know about you but 2008 flew by. They say time goes faster the older you get and I think they are right unless you are in a miserable long term sub job you should never have taken in the first place (because when you retired from teaching, that meant leaving the classroom for good and writing full-time—What was I thinking?!). I found myself counting the minutes until the end of school and could leave. Time in that case CRAWLED by. Anyway, I digress. That was 2008.

I’m all into 2009. After all, it’s been a whole couple of weeks with only 50 more to go. I sat down on New Year and thought about what I wanted to accomplish in 2009. Get a movie offer for one of my books? Write the next bestseller? Lose 10 pounds (actually I’d love to lose more but ten seems reasonable)? Exercise three or even four times a week?


Yeah. They all seemed great and something I should do. Then I started thinking—a dangerous thing for me. Do I control getting a movie offer for one of my books? No. If I did, I’d have done that long ago (with visions of accepting the Oscar for the best screenplay adapted from a book—my book). So I marked that off my list. Okay, I control what I write so why can’t I write the next bestseller? Move over J.K. Rowlings. Hold it! Do I really totally control writing a bestseller? No, if I did, I would have 60 bestsellers right now.

Okay, let’s get to something I can control. I can lose ten measly pounds. That’s can’t be too hard. NOT! I have been trying off and on for several years, and the only time I lost weight was when I was so stressed I couldn’t eat. You see, I love food and the word diet is a four-letter word to me. I have come to the conclusion if I can maintain my present weight and not gain any, then I’m doing okay. I have discovered the older you get the slower the metabolism is. Have you noticed that your metabolism slows down but time flies?

Then, how about exercising? I can do that. And yes, I can when I get myself psyched up enough to do it. But there is one tiny little problem—I HATE TO EXERCISE. Work outs—two four-letter words. I know I’ve got to change my attitude, but why write down a resolution if I know from the get go that I’m not going to keep it?

By now I’m staring at a blank piece of paper. I haven’t written down one resolution. What to do?

A light bulb goes off in my brain (all that thinking I’ve been doing has generated enough energy to fuel a light bulb). I won’t make a list of New Year resolutions. So I’ve resolved not to have resolutions for 2009. I have a feeling I’ll be much happier that way. Remember the possibilities for 2009 are endless.


How about you? Do you have a list? Have you already given up? Or are you working diligently on each one? If so, what’s your secret?

Margaret Daley is an award winning, multi-published author in the romance genre. One of her romantic suspense books, Hearts on the Line, won the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Book of the Year Contest. Recently she has won the Golden Quill Contest, FHL’s Inspirational Readers’ Choice Contest, Winter Rose Contest, and the Barclay Gold Contest. She wrote for various secular publishers before the Lord led her to the Christian romance market. She currently writes inspirational romance and romantic suspense books for the Steeple Hill Love Inspired lines. She has sold sixty books to date. Her most recent release is What Sarah Saw: Without a Trace, Book 1, a Love Inspired Suspense for January 2009.


Friday, January 09, 2009

Must Watch Friday: Australia

For the first of her monthly blogs here on Must Watch Friday, Mills and Boon Modern Heat author Heidi Rice gives a Pink Heart society welcome to the great big guilty pleasure that is the new Hugh Jackman/Nicole Kidman romantic epic 'Australia'.

First-off I should fess up here and say if I was a nice person I would have left Australia to one of the Aussie contingent to wax lyrical about.

Why? Because (and there is a bit of a clue in the title) Baz Luhrmann's movie extravaganza is a homage to their homeland, the Wonderful Land of Oz: its vast open spaces; its eerie, timeless natural beauty; the good, the bad and the ugly strands of its recent history; its wealth of acting talent (not just Nic and Hugh, but veteran stars Bryan Brown, Jack Thompson and David Gulpilil, and young newcomer Brandon Walters); and last, but by no means least, Hugh Jackman's rather spectacular abs — just wait for the scene where he soaps off the trail dust by a campfire. (I went to see this film with my 16-year-old son, so Nicole wasn't the only one blushing!)

But first and foremost Australia is a larger-than-life romantic fantasy — and that's something we all love to wax lyrical about here at the PHS. So I thought, why not poach this movie from the Aussies, because I'm devious like that, I got there first — and I'm not that nice a person (especially when Hugh and his abs are up for grabs).

Now to the plot, in a nutshell:

Nicole's uptight English aristocrat arrives at her husband's broken-down Outback cattle station Faraway Downs courtesy of Hugh's hot, sweaty and roughly sexy drover called, um, Drover. She finds her husband has been murdered (convenient, that) and then has to save the station and the mixed-race Aboriginal lad Nullah (who she's sort of adopted) with Hugh's reluctant help.

Cue a life-changing cattle drive through lots of spellbinding scenery with Nic falling for Hugh, Hugh falling for Nic, Nic falling for Little Nullah, Nic falling for the strange alien beauty of the Australian landscape, Nullah falling for Hugh and Nic and the song Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and... Well, you get the picture, it's all one big love-in with Judy Garland bells on by the time they reach Darwin.

But that's not all...

I know, this is getting to be a pretty big nutshell, but bear with me. In the movie's three-hour plus running time (it ain't called 'The Antipodean Gone With the Wind' for nothing, folks), Luhrmann also throws in the Japanese bombing of Darwin, David Gulpilil's clairvoyant medicine man, a Wizard of Oz motif (geddit?), Bryan Brown's rapacious cattle baron, David Wenham's irredeemable rotter, murder by crocodile attack, a thundering stampede, Tara-style sunsets galore, the tragedy of Australia's Stolen Generation of Aboriginal children, vicious racism, raw courage, fire, brimstone, torrential rainstorms, a Colonial ball, Hugh in a tux, Hugh on a horse, Hugh by a campfire, Hugh getting nekid with Nicole, etc, etc, etc. Phew! It's exhausting stuff.

Now, I have to admit, this movie got a right proper roasting from the critics here in the UK... Which may have something to do with the fact that it's the teeniest, weeniest bit Over The Top (with a capital OTT).

So, if you're looking for restrained, subtle, intellectually challenging, historically accurate and politically balanced period drama you'll probably want to give Australia a fairly wide berth.

But if, on the other hand, you're looking for something that will take your breath away, blow your socks off, have you on the edge of your seat, and make you sweat, swoon, laugh (Nic's ultra-plummy Brit accent got the biggest laugh in my neck of the woods), cry and go all gooey inside, then this is your movie. Plus there's Hugh Jackman with soapy abs guilded by firelight (or have I mentioned that already?).

Guilty pleasures don't come much guiltier (or more pleasureable frankly).

Warm and fuzzy rating: A sublime 9 out of 10.





Heidi's latest Modern Heat,
Pleasure, Pregnancy and a Proposition, is out as a Sexy Sensation this month in Oz and has already sold out on the Harlequin.au website (sorry).

It'll be out in North America as a Harlequin Presents in March while her next
Mills & Boon Modern Heat, Hot-Shot Tycoon, Indecent Proposal, is due out in the UK in June.

She loves to hear from readers (and fans of Hugh Jackman's abs) either through her website or her blog.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Thursday Talk-Time - What are you Reading?



Welcome to What Are You Reading Thursday, and our first post in the topic is by Kate Hewitt! Kate's reading Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen...


It seemed like everyone was talking about this book awhile back, and I have to admit that kind of buzz usually makes me a little sceptical--probably because I’m nervous the book in question could never live up to the expectations surrounding it. And when I have read the book everyone is buzzing about, it occasionally leads to disappointment. Not in this case, though.

Water For Elephants is set in the world of travelling circuses in 1930s Depression-era America. Now this is a world I knew absolutely nothing about prior to reading the book, and total ignorance also makes me a little skittish. What if there is too much dry exposition about topics I really don’t care about? What if it’s hard to follow? If I sound like a hard-to-please reader, than it’s probably because that’s what I’ve become after over 30 years of reading everything and anything (don’t try to figure out my age, please!). I wish I wasn’t so hard to please, I wish there were more books out there that I could lose myself in, because really, is there any better feeling than looking up mid-book and blinking in surprise that you’re not actually living and breathing in the world created in those pages? I don’t think so, and I was fully immersed in the world of Water For Elephants.

The book alternates between the 1930s, when, numb with grief and despair, orphaned vet student Jacob Janowski jumps on a circus train and ends up staying, and current day when, now in his nineties, he’s in a nursing home recalling the events of a certain fateful summer working for the circus, dealing with the dangerous politics of the Big Top and a certain wayward but hugely (no pun intended!) lovable elephant. I don’t want to give away the plot because it’s so enthralling to read, but I will tell you there is adventure, romance, drama, and even tragedy. Yup, this book has it all! And it’s not always easy reading. By that I mean some pretty awful and sad things happen, and that is not everyone’s cup of tea when selecting a book to read. It happens to be mine--as sadistic as it may sound, I like to have to work for my happy ending (and I make my readers work for it too!), and this book delivers.

So, if you’re looking for a strong narrative (the book begins with the fantastic line, ‘I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other’, a compelling plot, a wonderful romance, and best of all, a happy ending on two counts (sorry if that’s a spoiler!), check out this book.




And you can check out mine too--post a comment and I’ll draw a winner for a copy of my February Harlequin Presents release, The Italian’s Bought Bride--another book where you’ll have to work for your happy ending, but it’s worth it!

Now back to writing the current work-in-progress while nursing my newest addition, two month old Anna. I’ve become quite adept at writing one-handed!

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Writer's Wednesday - Things Writing Has Taught Me

Jenna Bayley-Burke swoops in to The Pink Heart Society to apologize for unknowingly commiting so many writerly offenses, she may very well be sent to writers prison -- for life!

What are writerly offenses? Things only writers, editors, and people who actually comprehend English grammar understand. Things that when done right go completely unappreciated...but when they're omitted or glaringly refused...well, it ain't pretty.

Passive voice is one of these things. Before writing my third book I had no idea what passive voice was. (It wasn't until book three that I learned there were classes that would teach you how to write.) It seems you can unintentionally victimize your characters by having the action happen to them, rather than having them take action. Now, I'm a frantic manuscript de-was-zle-er...moving every "she was walking" to "she walked" and finally to "she sauntered". Or paraded or strolled or stomped...it's easy to see why it takes some people years to write a book. You can play with word choice for months on end...


And then there's autonomous body parts. Her eyes rolled...across the floor? It seems saying "she rolled her eyes" makes it easier to understand her eyes are not marbles. His brow arched...just the one? No, he must arch his brows. And don't get me started on how the parts get moving during love scenes...


Repetitive word choice never occurred to be before taking a writing class either. Though in going back I realized each manuscript had it's own set of favorite words. The one I'm currently editing is soft, tight, and has shoulders - do with that what you will!

I actually enjoy head-hopping (switching point of view at the authors whim) as a reader. My all time favorite romances - of which there are three - all head-hop. I didn't care when I read them, and I don't are now. I do try to avoid it though, it's wicked hard to write!

And then there is my most glaring offense...slang. I've had British editors for the most part, whose perpetual professionalism has likely kept them from whipping me for the afore mentioned crimes. But that also means there are certain things I say that have them wondering if I've cracked. It's common in my world for someone to be textually frustrated...enjoy a virtual Friday...strive for academic bulemia...hate their grandboss...suffer deja moo...want a guy with gigabucks... but most will be 'fixed' in the edit with a whole lot of text bubbles asking me what I meant...and probably wondering if my computer even has spell check. I get it most of the time, it's when things like 'ground round' get taken out that I wonder if we actually speak the same language. Then I remember that I'm the one who didn't say hamburger, and all is again right with the world.

Luckily all these things are surface scratches. Nothing time and Neosporin can't fix. Writing has taught me how hard editors work to correct these writerly blips. They grind over the story until nothing sharp sticks out, ready to poke the reader out of the most important part - the story. I've always been a storyteller. I've had to learn to become a writer.

What writerly crime drags you from the story? Anything make you want to throw the book at the wall?


Jenna is hard at work on her next title for Mills & Boon Modern Heat. In the meantime, Her Cinderella Complex is available with a millionaire, secretary, engagement of convenience, private island, and a hot pool scene. To find out what Jenna is up to now...check out her website or blog.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Temptation Tuesday with Shelley Galloway


This Tuesday at The Pink Heart Society we're pleased to welcome back Shelley Galloway, who's here to talk about something that tempts us all!

Tempted To Turn Back Time


Happy 2009! This year will bring a host of special events for my family. My daughter will get her driver’s license, our son will graduate high school, and this summer, my husband and I will celebrate twenty years of marriage.

Where did the time go? It sure doesn’t seem like twenty years have gone by since I was planning my wedding…or changing diapers…or buying Legos…or organizing the neighborhood carpool.

Obviously, it has.

But, as my son likes to say, ‘it’s all good.’ I’m excited to celebrate these milestones, and to imagine what life will be like during the next twenty years. Maybe one day soon I’ll figure out how to be a better housekeeper and more organized, too.

Or maybe not.

Isn’t it funny how we all wish we could rewrite history a time or two? In my new Harlequin American Romance, Mommy In Training, my hero and heroine are re-meeting after almost ten years. Matt Madigan comes back to town, hoping to be the hero of his small town by bringing in a supercenter.

The heroine, Minnie Clark, has her hands full, too. Minnie’s now raising her niece, whose parents died unexpectedly in a car crash. During the story, both Minnie and Matt are struck by how much has changed and yet stayed the same over the last ten years.

Kind of like me, I guess.

So, what am I tempted to change? Hmm…

1) I wish I hadn’t spent so much time caring about schedules and calendars.

2) Looking back, I shouldn’t have cared about how many times we ordered pizza from Dominoes.

3) I wish I would have realized that years really do go by quickly. I should have savored the moments more and yearned for an extra hour of sleep just a little bit less.

What about y’all? Anyone have something in their past that they’re tempted to change? Or…that they’d like to keep just the same?

Thanks for letting me visit the Pink Heart Society today!

Shelley

To learn more about Shelley and her latest Harlequin American release, Mommy In Training, be sure to check out her website.


Monday, January 05, 2009

Male on Monday - Sam Neill

This week, Kate Walker shares her long time (rather longer than she'd realised!) admiration for the brilliant, talented and charismatic Sam Neill.


Before the advent of Russell Crowe, Sam Neill was the only New Zealand film star of worldwide note. And for me - given his extraordinary consistency, his unerring ability to play loveable action heroes, psychotic authoritarians, damaged everymen and even the Antichrist himself - Neill will always be a much bigger draw than The Gladiator himself.

Sam Neill's career has been long, remarkably varied, and marked by a loyalty to the Antipodean film industry that made him. He was born Nigel Neill on the 14th of September, 1947. His dad, Dermot, was a third-generation New Zealander, whose family ran Neill And Co, one of the biggest alcohol wholesalers on the islands. Like many of the Neills, Dermot was a military man and the family were stationed in Northern Ireland, in Omagh, where Nigel was born. In 1954, the family returned to New Zealand, Dermot moving into the family business.

It was in New Zealand that Nigel became Sam. There were a fair few Nigels at school in Dunedin, and it wasn't a good name to have - "a little effete for the rigours of a New Zealand playground", recalls Neill, who also stammered at the time. He got the nickname Sam, and kept it.

Gaining a BA in English, he then joined the New Zealand National Film Unit in Wellington and, for the next six years, grounded himself in film-making, as an editor, a writer, a narrator and eventually the director of documentaries. He covered skiing, windsurfing (his Surf Sail concerning the first crossing of the Cook Strait by windsurfers), his great love architecture, and also the theatre troupe Red Mole. All the while he was acting too, in fringe productions and short films. Landfall concerned a collapsing back-to-the-Earth commune, while Ashes, based on TS Eliot's Ash Wednesday, saw him as a priest tortured by his wavering faith.

1977 saw him star in Sleeping Dogs, the first New Zealand film ever to be released in America. Directed by Roger Donaldson, in it, Neill played a recluse reluctantly drawn into a struggle between a fascistic government and an ultraviolent resistance movement. He was tremendous, his performance being noted by Australian casting director Margaret Fink who had him audition for an upcoming movie called My Brilliant Career.

With Australian cinema enjoying a renaissance, My Brilliant Career was the launch-pad for Neill. Judy Davis stole the show as a bright, sassy young woman battling for her independence in Australia at the turn of the 20th Century, but Neill did well, and decided to pursue acting full-time. He got TV work in long-running series like The Sullivans and Young Ramsay, starred in the news comedy The Journalist and played the poor lover of another feisty female in Lucinda Brayford. But My Brilliant Career was still slowly winning hearts across the globe, and one admirer was lauded Brit thespian James Mason who was knocked out by Neill's efforts. He not only recommended Neill for the part of Damien Thorne in The Final Conflict: Omen III, but also offered him a ticket to London.


In Omen III, his horribly intense and malignant stare made him perhaps the only actor who might have convinced as the grown-up version of the spooky little kid in The Omen. He also managed to charm his co-star, Lisa Harrow, also a New Zealander. The pair would have a son, Tim, but split before the Eighties were out.

Having hit big as Damien, Neill didn’t allow himself to be typecast and played a variety of roles –There was disturbing Possession, then came From A Far Country, Ivanhoe, and Enigma, a spy thriller set behind the Iron Curtain, where Neill played Dimitri Vasilikov - the first of many roles where he'd play a strict Eastern European autocrat.

But his first real taste of fame came when, still living in England, he was Reilly, Ace Of Spies, in a hugely popular TV show that won him a Golden Globe nomination and nearly got him the role of James Bond when Roger Moore finally hung up his Beretta. Neill would be mentioned each time the role became subsequently available. Then came Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer's tale of corporate warfare, Neill playing a rich, aristocratic Wall Street superstar fighting it out with formerly dirt-poor Polish hotel magnate Peter Strauss. It was a big hit, and led to some prime film roles. There was Plenty and A Cry In The Dark (the story of Azaria Chamberlain, the baby taken by a dingo ), both with Meryl Streep and director Fred Schepisi. He Colonel Andrei Denisov in the mini-series Amerika, where the USA has been taken over by the Soviets. And he was Lafayette in The French Revolution.

Next came Dead Calm, with Nicole Kidman. Here Neill played her distressed husband, desperately trying to save the day when crazy Billy Zane kidnaps both Kidman and Neill's boat. It was a superb thriller, boosting its stars big-time, but it brought personal benefits too. Noriko Watanabe had been a make-up artist on A Cry In The Dark, but got to know Neill while working on Dead Calm. Noriko already had a daughter, Maiko, and she would bear another, Elena, for Neill. The couple married in 1989, and are still together today, Noriko having worked on many of Sam's films, as well as such hits as Muriel's Wedding and My Best Friend's Wedding. They have a daughter, Elena, born in 1990.

Neill now entered an extraordinary period. He was yet another stern Russian, Commander Vasili Borodin, chasing sub-thief Sean Connery in Tom Clancy's The Hunt For Red October. He paired up with Judy Davis again, getting another Golden Globe nomination for his part in the French Resistance thriller One Against The Wind . There was Memoirs Of An Invisible Man, where he forged a firm friendship with director John Carpenter. And then came 1993, when he took the part of Dr Alan Grant in Steven Spielberg's original Jurassic Park. He balanced this blockbuster with the role of Holly Hunter's morose, misunderstanding husband Alisdair Stewart the arty, testing and beautiful The Piano, which was also a massive hit. Sam was awarded an OBE for services to acting that same year, four days before his father died of cancer.

Neill now chose some genuinely interesting projects. He did Sirens with Hugh Grant, played a super-sinister bandit going after Willem Dafoe in Joseph Conrad's Victory, and starred as King Charles II, alongside Robert Downey Jr in the period piece Restoration. He joined up with Carpenter again for In The Mouth Of Madness. He was Kristen Scott-Thomas's husband in The Horse Whisperer, Sigourney Weaver's in Snow White: A Tale Of Terror, and starred alongside Helena Bonham Carter in the blackly amusing Revengers' Comedies. He even played Merlin, earning a 37 million rating for NBC, the best miniseries rating in 14 years and the best for a film since Neill's own Jurassic Park. Neill was nominated for both a Golden Globe and an Emmy.

After over 30 years in the business, Sam Neill is still turning in great performances as his role as Cardianl Wolsey in the BBC’s The Tudors shows. He may be older, the dark hair now greying , but that amazing blue blue stare still has the intense power that drew and held audiences attention when, as Reilly, he also showed that he had a rare quality of such total stillness that sometimes only his eyes moved, showing brilliantly exactly what he was thinking without a word needing to be said. One of my own Christmas presents to myself was the complete set of DVDs of Reilly Ace of Spies. It was something of a shock to realise that it was over 25 years old, but the impact was just as great the nth time around – and it reminded me of just why any film starring this actor had always been a must-see for me

Six feet tall, with brown hair and those piercing blue eyes, as well as being a great actor, Sam Neill has also made a great success in another entirely different field – returning to the Neill family tradition and establishing his own vineyard in the Gibbston Valley, Otago New Zealand where his Two Paddocks Pinot Noir is produced. The 1997 vintage was so popular that none was left for export. Good looking, talented and an appreciator and producer of good wine – that’s my sort of man! He was the inspiration for Nick Hazard, the hero of my second book and first USA paperback Game Of Hazard. So it's perhaps appropriate that he's my first Male on Monday in this year that marks my 25th anniversary of being published. And after watching the complete set of Reilly back to back again, he may well be the inspiration for my upcoming 56th!


Kate's November release Bedded By The Greek Billionaire is shortlisted for the Romantic Times Best Presents 2008 award. It's still available on Amazon or eHarlequin.


Kate's latest book Cordero's Forced Bride is published in the Harlequin Presents edition in February. It is available as an ebook on eHarlequin now and will be for sale in a print edition from February 1st (or probably earlier, knowing the way the books are available in the shops).
The Mills & Boon Modern edition will be on sale in the UK on March.