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Guest post by author Nickie Fleming
Sometimes people ask me: “What brings you to writing?”
Well, that’s a question not easy to answer. There are many factors contributing, in my opinion.
A first condition for me would be the mood. To be able to write, to be creative I for myself need solitude. It doesn’t mean there can’t be any music – I prefer hearing some nice music while I sit behind my pc – but I can’t have people around, especially not my sister. We share the same house, see, and my sister can’t stop talking. When she’s home, I can’t get any writing done. I’m in the middle of a sentence, when she blurts out something about an item on the news, or in the newspaper.
Also important to me is the mood I’m in. I can’t write when I don’t feel good about myself and the rest of the world. When my mother was taken ill and was in hospital, later on in a nursing home, leading to her death four years later, I did not write for over five years. My mind was too much occupied with other things. When I’m excited about something, I can’t write either.
Another factor which I find important is the time of day. As I’m a day-person, I feel I’m most creative in the morning, after having eaten a healthy breakfast. I can easily write some chapter between 9 and 12 am, but don’t ask me the same after 2 pm!
So when all these conditions are right, I’m sitting behind my computer and let my creative mind on the loose. Alas, inspiration doesn’t always come when you need it – and very often, it comes at very inconvenient moments.
Once I was in the middle of an important discussion about ways to improve the teaching at the school I worked then, and while I was formulating an argument, an idea suddenly popped up in my mind for the novel I was working on. I made a quick note of it when another speaker took the platform.
Or I can be on the train, heading towards home or work, when ideas come to me. They just don’t come when I’m telling myself I should do some writing.
I know I would just hate it when I had a book contract for more than one book, and every book needed to be ready by a certain date. I try to write a new novel every year, but I never make promises. I realize too much a lot can come in-between.
This year, I’m still on schedule. My WIP is going well and it ought to be ready before the year ends. I already have ideas for a new novel. I just hope nothing comes to disturb the mood!!!
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England, mid seventeenth century. When young Sarah finds out that innkeeper Amos Jennings is not her father, she feels uncertain and scared. Her problems grow bigger when she starts a job as housekeeper and gets involved with two men who both want her love: the earl of Linfield, and his younger brother Richard. To escape these problems, Sarah takes off to London to begin a new life as actress at His Majesty’s Theatre.
Richard cannot forget the young woman her met at his brother’s. He is determined to find Sarah and make her his own–even his wife, despite what his family thinks of it. But love never comes easy. Richard and Sarah will have to face many a storm–even the Great Fire of London–before they can become one.
Excerpt (this is where Sarah meets Richard, the brother of her employer, for the first time)
It happened in the last bend of the lane, just before the clearing where the lawns and flower-beds of the manor became visible.
All at once Sarah heard the thundering of a horse in full gallop, and before she could even jump to safety, she was pushed off the road into the soft grass of the verge. She was so stunned she did not hear the curse of the horseman and how he pulled his mount to a standstill.
Slowly, she crawled to an upright position and immediately noticed the pain in her right knee. Neglecting the fact that her basket had fallen and its contents were shattered over the path–some of them trodden on–she started to rub her knee fiercely. Only then did she notice the man, who had turned his horse and who was now throwing disdainful looks in her direction.
Suddenly, she realized what danger she had barely escaped. This notion triggered a fit of anger, which became so violent she turned hot and enflamed. Returning his glances with eyes that shot fire, she snarled, “You fool! You could have hurt me!”
The look in his eyes remained cold, but the tone of his voice revealed a show of interest.
“In case you shouldn’t know, let me warn you that you find yourself on private property,” he said.
She refused to be intimidated and was quick to answer. “So right you are. But I am the housekeeper of the Grange…sir,” and she put all her contempt into the word, “and I have every right to be here. I was walking alongside the road and you should have been more careful! The least you can do is offer your apologies to me, and if you’re a gentleman, you will help me pick up my belongings.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Nickie Fleming was born and raised in the historical town of Dendermonde, Belgium – home of the legendary Horse Bayard.
She read English Literature at the University of Ghent, and got her master’s degree in philology. Since then, she has been working as a high school teacher.
Her interests besides reading and writing are travelling, skiing in winter and enjoying fine food.