I'm thrilled to introduce a long-time writing friend to you. Welcome, Cheryl. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your
characters.
A friend recently told me my
heroine in The Wedding Journey “lived and breathed her faith.” My faith is
so much a part of me, undoubtedly it shows up in characters. In a worrisome
situation, I’m not one to wring my hands. The first thing out of my mouth tends
to be a prayer or the name of Jesus. I think my characters react that way, too.
What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I don’t consider myself
quirky. More like spontaneous. I got the idea a while back that I’d like to try
my hand at a booth at the local antique mall, so with everything else I have to
do, I moved into a booth and am now a dealer.
When did you first discover that you were a writer?
I wrote when I was a kid,
creating stories and illustrating them. Then I’d draw the cover and staple them
into little books. My first rejection came at the age of fourteen when I
submitted something to Redbook Magazine.
I loved books so much, writing simply became an extension of that love.
Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy
reading.
I have always enjoyed
Stephen King and Dean Koontz, and I like true stories, not necessarily crime,
but stories by people who’ve overcome real-life situations. I read contemporary
and of course my favorite is historical romance.
How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run
world?
My husband and I have lunch
together every Thursday, and spend the afternoon doing something we want to do.
It’s our time away from the busy week and without our wonderful family. J
Friday evenings is when my
critique group meets. We manage to hold a lot of special events, like birthday
celebrations and rejoicing over contracts and milestones. It’s a let-your-hair-down
atmosphere, with a supportive and wise group of women.
When I start to feel
overwhelmed, I shut down the computer and spend a day not thinking about the
book. I garden, shop, or go to a movie.
How do you choose your characters’ names?
Character names are critical
to even putting the first words on the page of a story. If the names aren’t
right, the story doesn’t flow, so I put a lot of work into names in the
planning stages. Of course I have ten name books, including The Writer’s Digest Character naming
Sourcebook and The Everything Baby
Names Book. But my best names often come from other sources.
I have folders I’ve created
over the years, lists I’ve compiled myself. Often I watch movies for study, with
a pen and notebook in hand. I watch credits for interesting names. I always
have a tablet in the car and I note names at cemeteries. In my folders are
lists I’ve printed, like The Last Word on First Names, Modern Eccentric Names, Favorite
Utah Names, Classic Conservative Names. Ship’s logs, wedding license records
and cemetery records are among my favorite resources. I also picked up an old
New York Times Personal Name Index somewhere along the way. I love combining a
first and last name, so it sounds like a real person.
Once I have names in place,
the story can commence.
What is the accomplishment that you are most proud
of?
That would have to be my
family. A long, long marriage takes two people, so I only get half the credit.
And my kids are great people. We brought them into the world, but they make it
a better place because of who they are. My grandkids are beautiful, talented,
and loving. I’m extremely proud of each one.
What is your favorite food?
I’m crazy about pasta. And
salad. And chocolate. Now there’s a perfect meal.
Tell us about the featured book.
The Wedding Journey
Love Inspired Historical
ISBN: 978-0-373-82911-8
The mysterious inheritance is the answer to a prayer. Now Irish lass Maeve Murphy and her sisters can come toAmerica . She's sure happiness
awaits her, even if it won't--can't--come from widowed ship doctor Flynn Gallagher.
Yes, he made her his assistant, but she's not foolish enough to fall for the
man all the eligible, wealthy female passengers admire.
Flynn Gallagher may have his pick of ladies, but only one cares as he does for the sick and poor. Flynn vowed never to marry another woman who would break his heart. With Maeve, has his heart found safe harbor at last?
And readers can enjoy the prequel Donnelly’s Promise FREE here:
Love Inspired Historical
ISBN: 978-0-373-82911-8
The mysterious inheritance is the answer to a prayer. Now Irish lass Maeve Murphy and her sisters can come to
Flynn Gallagher may have his pick of ladies, but only one cares as he does for the sick and poor. Flynn vowed never to marry another woman who would break his heart. With Maeve, has his heart found safe harbor at last?
And readers can enjoy the prequel Donnelly’s Promise FREE here:
Sounds like just the kind of book I love to read. Please
give us the first page of the book.
June 1850, Castleville, Ireland
Lilting over the roar of the ocean, the haunting notes of a flute raised goose bumps on Maeve's arms. There were no men in the Murphy family to carry the plain wooden box holding the remains of their father on their shoulders, so she and her two older sisters followed behind as the men of the village proceeded from the small stone church up a grassy incline to the cemetery.
The gathering reached the crest. Here the sound of thundering waves far below the cliffs grew to a crescendo, nature's hymn as familiar as the expansive sky and the salty tang of the ocean.
Beside Maeve, her sister Bridget wept into her handkerchief. She'd worn a somber secondhand brown bonnet, fashionable some ten years ago, yet still serviceable. "What's going to become of us without Da?"
Maeve comforted Bridget with an arm around her shoulders. "Shush now, ma milis," she said, calling her sister my sweet in their native Gaelic tongue.
"We'll come up with a plan." The eldest of the three, Nora, always had a plan. The sisters were stair steps in height and age, Nora being tall, Bridget in between and Maeve petite.
Most of the simple graves were marked with stones, others with weathered wooden crosses. Goat's-beard grew in thick patches throughout the grass, the yellow blooms a cheerful contrast to the mood. A hole had been dug in the rich black soil, and Maeve had only to glance about the crowd to note which of the young men's hair was damp from exertion. She spotted two familiar heads of curly red hair. She would thank the Donnelly brothers later.
Reverend Larkin had prayed over members from every household represented at the graveside today. The famine that had taken its toll on their countrymen had spared no family. Hunger, sickness and poverty were all these people knew, but the believers of Castleville clung to their faith. Now the reverend stretched his hand toward the pine box as six farmers dressed in their Sunday clothing lowered it by ropes down into the earth.
"Jack Murphy, your daughters long for one more day spent at your side. When we lose someone we love, it seems that time stands still. What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch."
The ache in Maeve's chest threatened to cut off her breath. Security had been whipped out from beneath her with the death of her father. The pain of never seeing him again, of never hearing his thick brogue, was almost more than she could bear. She worked to hold back the grief and fear bearing down on her--and to steady Bridget, who swayed on her feet.
Their female friends and neighbors wept softly into their handkerchiefs and shawls. The men stared at the ground and worried the brims of their hats as a red-billed chough flew in a lazy circle overhead.
"We may not understand why you left this earth so soon," the reverend continued. "Or why you left before we were ready to say goodbye, but little by little we shall begin to remember not just that you died, but all the days that you lived. We will see you again some day, in a heavenly place where there is no hunger or sickness. No rocks in the fields. Now, Lord, bless the daughters of Jack Murphy. Keep them safe from harm and provide for them by Your bounteous grace and mercy."
Reverend Larkin turned and nodded at Nora. "You first, dear."
Maeve's oldest sister seemed taller than her already admirable height while she kept her back straight and stepped forward.
Lilting over the roar of the ocean, the haunting notes of a flute raised goose bumps on Maeve's arms. There were no men in the Murphy family to carry the plain wooden box holding the remains of their father on their shoulders, so she and her two older sisters followed behind as the men of the village proceeded from the small stone church up a grassy incline to the cemetery.
The gathering reached the crest. Here the sound of thundering waves far below the cliffs grew to a crescendo, nature's hymn as familiar as the expansive sky and the salty tang of the ocean.
Beside Maeve, her sister Bridget wept into her handkerchief. She'd worn a somber secondhand brown bonnet, fashionable some ten years ago, yet still serviceable. "What's going to become of us without Da?"
Maeve comforted Bridget with an arm around her shoulders. "Shush now, ma milis," she said, calling her sister my sweet in their native Gaelic tongue.
"We'll come up with a plan." The eldest of the three, Nora, always had a plan. The sisters were stair steps in height and age, Nora being tall, Bridget in between and Maeve petite.
Most of the simple graves were marked with stones, others with weathered wooden crosses. Goat's-beard grew in thick patches throughout the grass, the yellow blooms a cheerful contrast to the mood. A hole had been dug in the rich black soil, and Maeve had only to glance about the crowd to note which of the young men's hair was damp from exertion. She spotted two familiar heads of curly red hair. She would thank the Donnelly brothers later.
Reverend Larkin had prayed over members from every household represented at the graveside today. The famine that had taken its toll on their countrymen had spared no family. Hunger, sickness and poverty were all these people knew, but the believers of Castleville clung to their faith. Now the reverend stretched his hand toward the pine box as six farmers dressed in their Sunday clothing lowered it by ropes down into the earth.
"Jack Murphy, your daughters long for one more day spent at your side. When we lose someone we love, it seems that time stands still. What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch."
The ache in Maeve's chest threatened to cut off her breath. Security had been whipped out from beneath her with the death of her father. The pain of never seeing him again, of never hearing his thick brogue, was almost more than she could bear. She worked to hold back the grief and fear bearing down on her--and to steady Bridget, who swayed on her feet.
Their female friends and neighbors wept softly into their handkerchiefs and shawls. The men stared at the ground and worried the brims of their hats as a red-billed chough flew in a lazy circle overhead.
"We may not understand why you left this earth so soon," the reverend continued. "Or why you left before we were ready to say goodbye, but little by little we shall begin to remember not just that you died, but all the days that you lived. We will see you again some day, in a heavenly place where there is no hunger or sickness. No rocks in the fields. Now, Lord, bless the daughters of Jack Murphy. Keep them safe from harm and provide for them by Your bounteous grace and mercy."
Reverend Larkin turned and nodded at Nora. "You first, dear."
Maeve's oldest sister seemed taller than her already admirable height while she kept her back straight and stepped forward.
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Thank you for stopping by, Cheryl. I love your cover.
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28 comments:
Wow... I'm the first post! This book sounds like a good read... please enter me!
Krista in Oregon
Thanks for hosting me on your blog, Lena!
Hi Krista - oooh, Oregon. Now that's some lovely scenery. xoxo
Valri in Oregon too! This book continues to draw me! It sounds fantastic!
Another Oregonian! xoxo
As a hopeful art major, I always love looking at book covers and "The Wedding Journey" has a gorgeous one! If I may ask a question, Mrs. St. John, what was the process like for you as the author regarding the cover art? Were you allowed any input?
Thanks for the chance to win --I adore historicals!
jafuchi7[at]hawaii[dot]edu
(P.S. - As you may have guessed, I'm from Hawaii) =)
Sounds just like the type of book I would pick up!
Patty in SC
it sounds like a very interesting book. I would Love to read it, Thanks for the chance to win.
Joanna Richmond
Blanch NC
I would really like to win Cheryl's book
Wendy from FL
wfnren(at)aol(dot)com
Being an Irish Murphy meself (ahha), I am intrigued by this book.
Ginger in AL
Sounds great! Please enter me. I'm from NC. God bless!
Katie G.
I'll take your favorite meal any day!
Anne in NC
Sounds like a good book. Please enter me.
Susan in West Texas
Looks Fantastic! Please enter me in the drawing!
God Bless!
Abigail
Blanch, N.C.
love to be added to a love inspired book giveaway thanks
ABreading4fun [at] gmail [dot] com
I love this kind of book. Have not read any of Cheryl St.John's books but certainly look forward to it. Pleas enter my name. Thanks, Judy C. in Louisiana.
Hi Cheryl and Lena, thank for the great Interview, i enjoyed it very much :).
Your Book sounds so great and I can't wait to read it, please add me to your Contest.
God Bless
ingrids62448(at0yahoo(dot)com
Please enter me! Sounds like a great read!
Blessings!
Judy from Indiana
Awesome interview!
Sounds like a book I should keep my eyes open for!
Faye from SD
would love to win.
Angela from KY
Enter me I would love to win a copy of this book it sounds and looks like a great story!! Thanks and God bless.
Sharon Richmond
Blanch, NC.
My mom used to have a booth at an antique mall. What kinds of things do you sell in yours?
From MN
karin56381 (at) gmail.com
I'd love to travel with the Murphy sisters, please add me for The Wedding Journey.
Merry in TX
Don't enter me to win--I've already got a copy and have read it. What a wonderful story...hard to imagine trying to start life over in a new country!!!
Also just had to give a shout out to my friend, Cheryl. She is as funny and as nice as she seems in her interview.
Hugs!
Sounds like I need to read this book! Thanks for the giveaway!
Liz R in Al
This sounds like a great book! Thanks for the giveaway.
Nancye in Kentucky
nancyecdavis AT bellsouth DOT net
great interview.Please enter me in giveaway for The Wedding Journey. Thank you for the chance to win this book. Pa.
The Wedding Journey is a book I would definitely like to read.
Beth from Iowa
This book sounds like it is very wonderful. Please enter me.
Rebecca from MA
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