Welcome, Deb. Tell us how much of
yourself you write into your characters.
Probably more than I think I do. I’ve never been able to
write a “gentle” heroine, though I’ve wanted to, because the women who helped
form my character weren’t generally in that mold. Even Grandma, who led me to
Christ, was a scrappy sort of woman – and totally sold out to the Lord. These
have been my role models so I’m happy with how they made me the woman I am—and
at one remove, my characters who they are.
What is the quirkiest
thing you have ever done?
How long have you got? I don’t do conventional extreme stuff
like base jumping or anything, but…in the writing, the quirkiest piece I’ve
written so far was ANGEL WITH A RAY GUN. I wrote it due to a conversation with
my husband: “Christians don’t get science fiction.” “They do, and I can prove
it.” “How?” “Write a novel about ’em, of course.” To date, that book has been
one of my most popular.
When did you first
discover that you were a writer?
I was ten, and a “Bonanza” fan. It hacked me off that there
was no ten-year-old girl on the Ponderosa with her own pony. So I made up
Vanessa Cartwright and began writing her adventures, using a pencil and a spiral
notebook. I’ve been writing ever since.
Tell us the range of
the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
My tastes are eclectic. I enjoy sweet romance, science
fiction, nonfiction, historical romantic fic and mysteries centered on the
medieval period, the odd Regency sprinkled in. I like books that have a light
touch, and use humor to good effect, and I try not to limit myself too much on
what I read.
How do you keep your
sanity in our run, run, run world?
I was supposed to keep my sanity? Who knew?
How do you choose
your characters’ names?
Sometimes they just “come” to me and I know their names as
soon as I start getting to know their personalities. At other times it’s a struggle. In some
books, their names have a particular meaning and I try to make that significant
as a subtheme in the story.
What is the
accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Our daughters, whom I somehow managed to raise as young
women of faith despite the fact I was busy recovering my own faith at the time.
I respect and admire them.
It’s wonderful when
out daughters grow up and become our sisters in Christ. If you were an animal,
which one would you be, and why?
Probably a walrus. All they do is eat, sleep, and swim, and
I love hanging out that way.
What is your favorite
food?
Chocolate. If “you are what you eat,” I’m at least 10%.
I’d hate to say what
percentage I would be. What is the problem with writing that was your greatest
roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
I’m still overcoming
it. My issue is that this season of my life doesn’t allow as much BICHOK time
as I would like. I’m coping, but more than ready to pay much more attention to
creating all these stories traipsing around in my head.
Tell us about the
featured book.
PEACEWEAVER is
the first of three tales about “the faith box,” a reliquary passed down through
the women of one British lineage. Book one tells Anmair’s story. She’s given in
marriage to serve her father’s ambitions for peace in tenth century Wales and has
no choice but to obey. Cadell, her husband, urges her to accept their destiny
as he has, and work together to curb their clans’ warlike ways. When their
people are torn by Viking raids, English meddling, and treachery, Anmair struggles
to become worthy to hold the Faith Box, placing her trust in God and facing her
destiny.
Love your cover. Please give us the
first page of the book.
Clwyd, North Wales ,
973
Anmair uerch Efan,
daughter and treasure of Lis Caradoc, brushed a pesky fly from the sleeve of
her long-sleeved linen gown. Though she would sweat in her long-sleeved linen
gown, today promised plenty of delight. Chores, to be sure, but pleasant work
in the midsummer sunshine. With a basket over her arm, she kept pace with
Grandmother for the needful harvest of the Lord's bounty -- today, wild onions.
Her brother,
brought along to help or at the least to protect, had other things on his mind.
Thrusting his picking-basket at Anmair, on a snap of twig he sidled into the
thicket and vanished.
"Bradan!
Where do you go?" Grandmother called out.
"Anon,
lady," his voice called, already from a distance.
Anmair gave a low
chirp of laughter. "He strays off, as usual. Likely he seeks a Pictish
burial ground or a broken spear from one of great Rhodri's battles." She
raised her voice. "Bradan! Father will lift your hide with his belt. Come
back! You promised to escort us."
"He is gone.
Nay, give over, child. He has scant time for merrymaking these days."
"He is full
sixteen, too old for childish sport." Anmair spotted a baby onion and
pulled it from the earth.
"Have a
little patience. Life will teach that boy to attend on one thing at one
time."
Anmair smiled. She
adored the indulged youngest of her five brothers. Two years younger than she,
Bradan was not often denied simple pleasures. Aye, her brother had scant
interest in young onions. He would remain close enough to keep them safe, but
chores? Not for him. She and Grandmother Lisinwy would be filling all three
baskets.
Looking down into
her basket, she sighed. Try as she might, Anmair could never keep up with
Lisinwy. Her basket already hung heavy with the best and ripest onions.
"Breathe,
child. What soft air! The Lord Himself made this day just for us to go
a-field." Grandmother's deft hands, wrinkled like she'd left them too long
in hot water, could pick while she talked. Anmair loved the sound of her soft,
low voice, so unlike Mother's higher tones. "Mmm, these will do fine in a
pie. When we come home, mayhap we can cozen Cook into making one for the
evening meal. It will taste of heaven with onions sweet as these."
Anmair heard a
different note in Grandmother's voice and kept her counsel. Before they'd left
the hall, Grandmother had hinted she would discuss weightier matters than
onions and pie.
"But we came
here for more than onions," the older woman said. "You and I have
other things to speak of. While Bradan hares off about his business -- aye, I
know it seems his lot is fun, while yours is work. But consider... boys do grow
into men too early. Ever it is so, and they cannot wait to trade stick pony for
war-horse. At least I still have you in my counsel. And aye, I would talk of
duty."
Anmair frowned, at
first hoping to distract Grandmother from such things. Why speak of duty on
such a heaven-sent day? Before she could voice the thought, however, Bradan
burst out of a bramble.
"Our lady mother calls." He swatted an insistent
fly from his face. "There, on the headland. We must away--"
How can readers find
you on the Internet?
My blog lurks at www.justtellthestory.blogspot.com
.
My web site is www.debkinnard.com
.
It's my pleasure and great blessing, Deb.
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The Faith Box Book One: Peaceweaver (TheFaith Box)
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14 comments:
Looks great. Would love to win! Portsmouth, VA
I love your story about how you started writing. And how you came to write Angel With a Ray Gun. You sound a bit like me - that's exactly the way I tend to react!
From the Black Hills of South Dakota.
Peaceweaver sounds like an engaging historical story, I'd love to win it!
Merry in TX
Thank you for giving me a chance to win "Peaceweaver" By Deborah Kinnard. I love the way you got started writing at age of ten. Your book sounds like a great book. God bless you.
Norma from Ohio
This sounds intriguing! Thanks for the great interview, Lena and Deborah! i'd ;love to win
Marianne from northern Alberta
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Thanks for the opportunity to get this book
Lyndie - Duncanville, Texas
Enter me!!
Sharon Richmond
Blanch,NC.
Thanks, ladies, for weighing in! This has sure been a fun book to write. The whole process is even better when I can connect with readers. I do love doing that.
I'd love a copy of Deborah's book. It sounds wonderful. Thanks for offering this giveaway!
Nancee in Michigan
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Sounds like a very interesting book, and set during an usual time. Would love to read. it.
Kentucky
Peaceweaver sounds like a book I would thoroughly enjoy.
Beth from Iowa
Peaceweaver sounds like a wonderful book. I'd love to win a copy. Thank you for the wonderful review and offering this giveaway!
Nancee in Michigan
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Thanks for taking off the verification. Some of those were pretty hard to read! This book sounds very interesting. I'm in MN.
Veronica, I understand. When Blogger changed to the new kind of word verification, I even had trouble. I used word verification, because my blog gets so many hits, it's often bombarded by spam.
Blogger now has a spam filter, but I receive notification of each spam file that is stopped. That adds to my already overloaded Inbox. Once I took it off, I receive quite a few each day.
I'll leave word verification off unless they become so numerous I can't take care of them. I am on three book deadlines right now.
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