Welcome back, Kit. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
Bits and pieces, all depends on the book. There is one character, however, where I realized later, the he was me as a man.
When did you first discover that you were a writer?
In the fifth grade. The assignment was to write a simple story. I wrote a fifteen-page book complete with illustrations.
Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
All kinds, but I don’t seem to enjoy literary fiction. I guess I like my happily ever afters too much.
I’m with you on the HEAs. How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
That’s easy, I live in a log cabin on a creek on twenty acres in a canyon. World? You mean there’s a world outside of this place?
How do you choose your characters’ names?
I have name books. After writing nearly 80 books, where would I be without them?
What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
When my first book hit the book store shelves.
I know. I had my husband take a picture of me by my book on a store shelf. If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
A horse of course. They’re so majestic, powerful, fast. But don’t try to saddle me. I’ll buck you off for sure.
What is your favorite food?
Hmmm, this is a tough one. I guess I’d have to say the classic steak and baked potato!
I love steak and baked potato. What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
Hmm, I’d say over-thinking what I was writing, rather than enjoying it and letting it flow. Once I learned how to do that, it’s been a breeze.
Tell us about the featured book.
Trail to Clear Creek is a story my readers have been asking for for years. It’s the story of Honoria and Jefferson Cooke, who married in order for Honoria and her three sons to join a wagon train heading west. Imagine a blended family getting to know each other on the
Trail! The tagline of the book says it all. Two lonely hearts.
Five sons between them. Two-thousand miles.
Sounds interesting. Please give us the first page of the book.
Benedict is dead. My heart bleeds.
But I must go on.
Honoria Alexandra Sayer dipped her pen into the inkwell, eyes on the page before her. She’d written that entry months ago, but her pain at times was still bone-searing deep. She hadn’t written in her private diary since.
She put pen to paper and began to write …
Benedict, my love, so much has happened since you left us. The boys insist I decide what to do.
is especially anxious. Our money is nearly gone. Duncan
I wish you were here to guide us, but everything is up to me now and Duncan – at least in his mind. He is the oldest and at nineteen, considered a man. He wants to lead, has been doing so, but I can’t help feeling that we’ll need more. Not that he can’t be head of the family, but there’s so much missing. So much of you.
Honoria sighed, dipped the pen and continued. She didn’t have much time.
Colin and Harrison argue as usual and miss you terribly.
Harrison still cries when he thinks no one can see him,
and Colin’s practical jokes are rampant. He has annoyed Mr. Greenly at the mercantile
more than once, and I’ve had to speak with him about it. I hope their hearts
will settle soon.
We must be on our way. I suppose writing to you like this will help me decide what to do. Your dream to come to this country became our dream, my love. And I cannot let that dream die in vain.
Honoria raised her head. “Yes?”
Her eldest son Duncan stepped into the room. “The others are ready to leave. We made a list of what we’ll need. Mr. Greenly said he has a wagon.”
She closed her eyes and sighed again. So this was it –
was forcing her
hand. “Come here, darling.” Duncan
He approached, his booted feet heavy against the wooden floor. “Yes, Mother?”
She turned in her chair to look at him.
was tall, taller than his father. “You’ve
grown again.” Duncan
He put his hand to his chest and shrugged. “Filled out, yes. Taller, no. Not that I’ve noticed.”
She smiled as tears stung the back of her eyes. To her, he was still the little boy that loved animals, saved little damsels in distress (kittens from trees, mostly) and looked out for her as long as she could remember. He was now her knight in shining armor doing his best to fill his father’s shoes. “You really want to do this?”
“You do too. You just can’t admit it.”
How can readers find you on the Internet?
Through my website, www.authorkitmorgan.com, my Facebook Page and Twitter can be accessed from there as well!
Thank you, Kit, for sharing this new book with my blog readers and me. I’m eager to read it. I’m sure they will be, too.
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