Welcome, Sherri. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
There is a part of me in every one of my heroines and maybe even a little bit in my heroes, too. My heroines strive to live a life of purity, no matter what time period. This is something I am passionate about.
What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I put a bark collar on my throat and barked to see if it would work because my
Labrador would not stop
barking. I was convinced something was broken with the device. I quickly
discovered it was not broken.
When did you first discover that you were a writer?
When I was about eight years old I began to enjoy creative writing class in school. All throughout high school I devoured the assigned novels and wanted to write stories like them.
Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
I love romances, legal mysteries, suspense, the Bible, of course. I prefer to read Christian fiction but I do enjoy non-Christian literature as long as it is appropriate.
How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
I spend time praying and studying my Bible. I stay up late at night and read or write when the house is quiet. That keeps my mind feeling balanced. I turn down invitations if I’m too tired or overwhelmed and I put time with my family before time with others. I do not over-commit myself.
How do you choose your characters’ names?
Some character names just come to me. Many of them, however, are the result of much research. I try to find names that have meanings similar to the personalities of my characters.
What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Besides becoming a published author, I am most proud of the family I have. I don’t mean that in an arrogant way. I have been married since 1988 and have two children who are seeking God’s will for their lives. What more could I ask for?
If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
If I could be any animal, I suppose I would be a dolphin. I love the ocean. I love to swim in it and to play in it. However, I am a bit afraid of sharks. Being a dolphin would allow me to play all day and swim around and to never have to fear sharks.
What is your favorite food?
Pizza, hands down.
What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
The greatest problem I encountered in writing was coming up with a plot that was strong enough to carry the reader through to the end. My first novel did not even have a plot by the time I completed it—the first time. I overcame the problem by writing and rewriting and also by reading lots of good books.
Tell us about the featured book?
When Victorian debutante, Lydia Barrington, accidentally discovers that her father has promised her to the son of an unscrupulous businessman in payment for his own debts, she must make the biggest decision of her life…to concede or to fight. To Dance Once More explores the possibilities for a young woman, who longs to find God’s will for her life, yet is faced with a decision that will change her life forever. If she follows her heart, she disobeys her father; if she abides by her father’s wishes, she betrays herself.
To Dance Once More is a special project originating from my love of pure romance, and inspired by the love stories of my ancestors. It sets out hoping to prove that true love still exists. I candidly speak of the purity of not only the heroine, but also the hero, and wholeheartedly desire to point others to Jesus through my words. It is set in Victorian Florida, which is a combination of two of my favorite things—the beach and Victorian times. Of course, there has to be more to a novel than just the romance and so there is betrayal, sacrifice and a bitter enemy that
must overcome. Lydia
Please give us the first page of the book.
April 6, 1886
The warm sun beamed through the lace curtains covering the whitewashed windows of Lydia Jane Barrington’s bedchamber. Her home at Live Oaks Plantation sat on the outskirts of Gulf Resort,
a modern, bustling port. Outside, the mourning doves cooed, and the bushy-tailed
squirrels scampered about the lawn. Chickens clucked while they pecked at the
ground eagerly gathering corn kernels. In the distance, cows mooed, waiting for
the farm hand to milk them, unaware that summer waited patiently for its chance
to scorch the land. Florida
A salty breeze blew across
porcelain face and called her from her deep slumber. Her curtains rose with the
breeze and jerked down quickly, slamming back against the windowsill. She
stretched with a yawn, and as morning nudged her, languorously she opened her
eyes. She slid from her bed, cast the covers onto the floor, and sauntered
across the sun-drenched room. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled like the sun on
the ocean in the morning. Her hair, an auburn-colored cascading waterfall, was
a gift from her mother’s side of the family. She went to the window and,
pushing back the curtains, looked out at the plantation. The moss-draped live
oaks and the towering cypress trees painted shadow puppets on the ground. The
sun shone on the land as far as Lydia
could see. Lydia
She wanted to travel and see the entire world, not simply entertain guests who had come from exotic locations around the world. She knew in her heart that there must be a higher purpose for her life. Therefore, she vowed that she would find her way in this world, like the women about whom the new governess, Kathryn, had taught her.
Soon she descended the oak staircase, ten-feet-wide and slightly curved, and headed for the sweet-smelling breakfast room, where her family gathered for the morning meal. Isabel Ann, the cook, with a delightful smile across her dark, round face, placed the steaming food on the twelve-foot-long oak table, hewed from one of Live Oak’s old trees.
“You and Nathan have a good day in the fields, Archibald. Eliza and I are going to prepare the house for tonight’s birthday festivities. Josie, Alexa, and
Lydia, you young ladies get off to school now,” ’s
mother, said as she gracefully rose from her seat at the table. Rosalyn, Lydia
“Oh, Mother, do I have to go today? It is my birthday after all,”
protested, twisting sideways in her chair to face her mother. Lydia
“Yes, of course you do. Nathan is working today, and so will you. Now run along,” Rosalyn said, dismissing her with a wave of her delicate hand. Her eyes sparkled with love for her animated daughter.
from her chair and excused herself. Lydia
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Thank you, Sherri, for this peek into your life and your book. I love your cover and your story premise.
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