Welcome back, Loree. Since you’re being published
regularly, what new avenues will your future books take?
First,
let me thank you, Lena , for providing this
opportunity to communicate with your blog's followers. You are such a generous, big-hearted lady, and
I'm proud as I can be to call you Friend!
As
for the avenues my future books will take? If more stories are in God's plan
for me, I pray that the themes in each story will continue to highlight His mercy,
forgiveness, and steadfast love for His children, even when they've strayed
from Him.
What
conferences will you be attending this year? Will you be a speaker at any of
them?
God
willing, I'll attend ACFW and ICRS. No plans to lead workshops at either, but,
I'm always available as a backup in case someone gets laryngitis or needs to
cancel at the last minute!
If
you were in charge of planning the panel discussion at a writing conference,
what topic would the panel cover, and who would you ask to be on the panel, and
why?
I'd
put together a panel that helps authors better understand "rights"
clauses in their contracts, and I'd invite people in the know: One or two
well-respected agents, a few people from publishers' legal departments, an
entertainment attorney, and a couple of authors whose careers have demanded
that they learn more about this hazy, confusing area of the industry.
Sign
me up. I’m very thankful for the agent God brought to me. How important is it
to you to be active in writing organizations?
It's
paramount, for lots of reasons! For one thing, our work demands countless hours
of solitude, and it's such a blessing to get together with others who spend the
bulk of their days at the keyboard. For another, the workshops provide
invaluable, up-to-the-minute information for writers, published and soon-to-be.
Finally, getting involved in a writers' group—whether local or national (or
even international!)—is a wonderful way to give back to those who've supported us over the years!
Where
in the community or your church do you volunteer?
You
usually won't see me "doing," because I love behind-the-scenes work,
like baking for fundraisers, collecting and delivering used and new items for
the needy, or cleaning, shopping, cooking for folks who are housebound, etc.
Hospital and hospice visits, or "marching" to raise funds for the
charities closest to my heart are about the only time I get out there in
public!
Who
are the five people who have made the most impact on your life, and how?
1.
My husband, first and foremost, for his unwavering acceptance and support, in
all the weird little adventures my "What if…?" brain takes us on;
2
& 3. my daughters, for being the best kids a mother could ask for…then growing
into the most treasured friends a woman could have;
4
& 5. my parents, because both had a talent for writing and a love for God
that was passed on to me.
(I
didn't include our Lord and Savior, because I figured you were talking about
ordinary humans, and there's nothing ordinary about Him! )
That’s
the truth. What would we do without Jesus in our lives? If you could write the
inscription on your tombstone, what would it be?
"Here
lies Loree, who really did write
until they pried the keyboard from her cold, dead hands!"
Tell
us about the featured book.
First
impressions, thank goodness, really can't be trusted! When marine biologist
Holly Leonard agrees to help Parker Brant write a book on giant sea turtles,
she expects a charismatic charter boat captain—not a straight-laced former
soldier with a tight lid on his emotions. For his part, Parker is surprised to
find that Dr. Leonard is not the matronly grandmother he'd imagined, but a
blue-eyed beauty who's warm, fun—and totally clumsy. When she first breezes
into his well ordered world, they seem completely incompatible, and only time
will whether or not they're a perfect match.
Sounds
like a real interesting story is brewing. Please share the first page with us.
Holly steered the sporty convertible onto Center Street ,
where the houses glowed with summery pastel hues and vibrant awnings shaded
outdoor cafes and sidewalk sales. Everything about the charming South Carolina town
whispered "Welcome," from the soft hiss of waves that lapped the sand
to the briny sea-scent of the air. With every puff of the balmy breeze,
palmetto palms swayed in syncopated rhythm—like tall dancers on a stage of concrete
and cobblestone. Gulls soared overhead, shrieking as the swooped in to grab a
discarded French fry or cookie crumb.
A sense of belonging enveloped her,
inspiring a quick and heartfelt prayer of thanks that she'd finally arrived. Folly Beach
seemed like a perfect name for the town, considering all the foolishness she'd
endured to get here. So much for her father's step-by-step directions and the
loan of his GPS. If anyone back in Baltimore
knew how far out of the way she'd driven—or how many times she'd been
lost—Holly would never live it down.
At least the weather had cooperated.
Just outside of Richmond , where she'd stopped to top off the
gas tank and get directions back onto the highway, she'd put down the
convertible top. The sun on her face felt so wonderful that Holly almost forgot
about the crazy detours.
Almost.
Yawning, she slowed for a traffic light.
Tucking windblown curls behind her ears, she pulled down the visor mirror.
"Rats," she told her reflection, "more freckles." As if she
didn't already look more like a high school kid than a nearly thirty something
scientist….
Well, there wasn't a thing she could do
about that now. The time for action had been at five-thirty this morning, when
she'd been so preoccupied with packing shoes to match every outfit that she'd
completely forgotten to apply sunblock.
Stifling another yawn, she tapped the
steering wheel in time with "The Beat Goes On." Hopefully, the song's
lively tempo would keep her awake until she settled into her room at Coastal Cottage
Bed and Breakfast. For the past ten miles, she'd thought of little else but the
home-squeezed lemonade and fresh-baked brownies pictured in the colorful
brochure. And a hot shower would feel nice right about—
The blare of a car horn startled her enough
to produce a quiet yelp. With one hand over her hammering heart, she stared
into the rearview mirror.
"Light's green!" the driver
bellowed, pointing up.
She started to say "Sorry," but
he never gave her the chance. Instead, he sped by on her left, glowering.
"Well, I never," she huffed, taking her foot off the brake.
"Aren't you just the
welcome-wagon poster boy?"
I
love it. Bring it on!! Where can my readers find you on the Internet?
Facebook,
Twitter, Shoutlife
Regular column (Loree's Lough Down) in Christian Fiction Online MagazineThank you, Loree. It was fun as it always is with you.
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