Blog Hop: My Book Q & A

I got this really awesome honor to get to answer questions about my book that I’ve been working on, sent to me by the really sweet and talented Haley Whitehall, publisher of a number historic romances and also someone who is quite knowledgeable in American History.  I on the other hand have a laughingly pathetic total sum knowledge of history that I will not go further into right now.  Anyway I was supposed to post this on the 20th, which was today a few hours ago.  Unfortunately I spent all day of today in a town away from the town I live in and without any internet connection.  I feel really bad about that, but sometimes I guess you just have to keep going even if you’re late.

P.s. ~ I just found out that this is due on the 21st and I am not late in sending this.  I wish I had known this before because I would be asleep now.  But oh well.

BTW here is Haley Whitehall’s bio:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy.
You can find out more about her at

Okay here are the questions and answers:

–What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or historical?  Robert is his first name and I haven’t come up with an official last name yet.  He is a fictional character.

–When and where is the story set?  It is set in a small town in Washington State.

–What should we know about your character?  Robert may not be a happy person or really good with people, but he strives to be better.

–What is their main conflict? What messes up his/her life?  Robert can’t be alone anymore, he realizes that isn’t enough.  But he is scared to trust people.  And he doesn’t want to shake up the routine that he has known.

–What is the personal goal of your character?  To have things magically work out with a girl named Sarah, who he feels safe with.

–Is there a working title for this novel, can we read more about it?  No I don’t have a title yet.  Here is a summary:

Robert wants life a certain way.  He’s not happy, but it’s good enough. But his mother won’t let him have the pathetic life he longs for.  Lisa turns things upside down when she becomes both his friend and enemy and he will betray that friendship in order to get a chance with her beautiful cousin Sarah.  But he becomes less and less rational and does crazier and crazier things to be with Sarah.   And her father will make him pay the price for it.

I am supposed to blog hop invite 5 other people.  Anyway if they can do it, I invite:

1.Bloodstone Sci Fi

2. FlippyZipFlop

3. Melissa Barker-Simpson

4. I Read Encyclopedias for Fun

5. Jen’s Pen Den


Random thoughts by me

I am not a math nerd, but there are many fantastic numbers. Prime numbers are cool. And many numbers that just sound nice to the ear. 68 or a googol. And the funny thing about 68 is it is really a big number. Sure not as big as a 1000, but I rarely ever have 68 things in front of me and if I did I would probably have no idea how much that is. Also infinite numbers annoy me a little because I can never understand them.


I think loving yourself, it is something people do at varying levels. Everyone loves themselves to some extent, and some obviously more, but I don’t think it is a process that ends. Love yourself sounds like turn on a switch and you’re there. But that is too boring to be true all the way- for me anyways.


Religion.  I am really annoyed by people who sort of bully people to have a certain belief.  I see it in atheists and church type faiths alike.  I have a very general feeling of a faith, and that is that I don’t know what it is.  Life is amazing, and whatever belief will let me feel that way will be where I go towards.  


If you see a Monkeys Paw, Do NOT pick it up and start making wishes!!!!


Also still writing my book.  I have faith I will complete it.  I struggle with it though and lately I have been feeling more like I am wrestling a large and ultra hairy ape rather then writing a novel.  I want to do about anything but write sometimes.  If anyone is feeling the same way, maybe this will offer a little bit of encouragement that they are not alone.  I find Anne Lammott soooo very encouraging because she has written beautiful things but she exclaims often how utterly hard writing is and how she always struggles with it each and every time.  And so just because writing is super challenging and drains me doesn’t mean I am necessarily terrible.  



Breathe Life with your Words

Been happily plugging away. Though sometimes I don’t know if anything is coming together or not. I mean I have a lot of writing, but is it turning into a full length story? I’m not sure.

Last couple days new doubts have been freshly coming up like the morning lawn. And I have been taking some pause as I try to answer them to myself. It is more then doubt though. I am trying to ferment inside of myself my character. Trying to make his appearance in my life realer, more vivid. And also understand the world he lives and also the conflict he breathes that I will somehow have to write. Is it enough conflict though? Talk conflict to me! What are the problems, how big are they and how impossible do they seem to solve? The worse off the better. That’s what everything I have read up to this point on conflict tells me and I am apt to believe. Except believing does not a conflict enhanced story make. And so if he doesn’t get the girl, then.. so what? Uh it’s a … bad day? A really bad day. Sigh.

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So what… Just like the frustrations of everyday life. No one is going to have a lot of sympathy for someone going through the same stuff everyone else has to go through. In writing, I have to find a way to make it bigger then real life. But how?

Maybe it means more fermenting, more bubbling it all over in my head, till things make sense. Till the answer just pops. I hope it will. I twist in my chair doubtfully, and hoping the next writing session will cure the looming questions that are plaguing.

No I know.. It is time to break out a day where I pick apart the plot. Being merciless and ravaging and all that fun stuff.


The Passing Of A Pigeon

The Dish

by Dish Staff

The last passenger pigeon died 100 years ago yesterday. Elizabeth Kolbert mulls over the mystery of the bird’s extinction:

In his recent book “Lost Animals: Extinction and the Photographic Record,”MarthaErrol Fuller, a British author, argues that an “additional factor” must have been at work in the species’ extinction, because “in a land as vast as the United States there can be no mopping-up hunting for a species as small as a pigeon.” (Fuller’s book contains a grainy and not particularly flattering photo of Martha standing in her cage in Cincinnati.)

Some have argued that the “additional factor” was deforestation; by this account, it’s no coincidence that the passenger pigeon went extinct right about the same time that land clearing in the eastern U.S. reached its maximum extent. Others speculate that the passenger pigeon was one of those animals that require great densities to survive.

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