Archive for March, 2013

It’s actually been more of a whirlwind week. In no time at all my Regency romance, His Dark Enchantress, was accepted by e-publisher Books We Love and is now available on Amazon.  It’s my first Regency novel and was a labour of love, not just in the writing of it or the interaction of my characters, but because of my husband, Neil John Chatham (1937-2001) who always believed in my writing and that I would one day write a historical novel.

Nitch (a nickname given to him by his brothers) made it easy for me to write. While I waffled on about wanting to write, his comment was – then why don’t you? Well, I had to do this that or the other thing. All writers understand procrastination. Not a satisfactory answer. My reasoning for not writing was quickly cast aside when Nitch took over doing all those mundane things that need to be done, but take time. He shopped, cooked, cleaned and did his own laundry all so that I had the time to write.

He bought me a typewriter (yes, it really was that long ago) on which I bashed out my first published article, a short piece entitled What Springtime Means To Me. This was followed by another article about the dogs I  owned when I lived in England. I wrote short stories, articles for a writers’ group newsletter of which I later became editor, and because of Nitch’s insistence entered a short story competition. By now he had bought me my first computer, a Dell pc that was ultimately named ‘Dinosaur’ by my computer guy at the time and which eventually said, ‘I can’t do this any more’ and died.  Anyone who has suffered a computer crash will understand the pain, mine that is, not the computer’s.

Out of that competition grew a contemporary romance, one that I really didn’t have a great deal of confidence in. It languishes still, not entirely discarded and may, in another revision, yet see the light of day.

Nitch’s confidence in my talent was unwavering. His only request for all this timely (pun intended) assistance was that when I made it big I rewarded him with a red Ferrari and an 18-year-old leggy blonde chauffeur. The car I could do, the leggy blonde chauffeur I vetoed. After all, can you imagine what the insurance would cost? All joking aside, I used my time to learn my craft. Write, write and write more is many an author’s mantra, but in the writing there is also learning. Very few authors come ready made. Oh, yes – the story may well be there but still needs good characterization, subleties of plot and sub-plot and all the hooks, twists and turns wrapped up in satisfactory conclusions readers expect.

The idea for His Dark Enchantress came out of just one scene which I sent to my critique partner, A.M. Westerling, who also writes historical romance.  It went from there. Nitch always thought I would write a ‘hysterical’ novel. Yes, my DH loved words and word play and behind the fun was always the belief that I would make it. Because of that I began to think of myself as an author, not ‘want to be an author when I grow up’ or ‘one day I will write a novel’. No, I am an honest to goodness author.  Regency romance is my first love, but that contemporary may yet see the life of day and in between times there are still articles and short stories.

My second Regency, His Ocean Vixen, is my current work in progess, slow progress  because I am finishing a novella as well. The writing continues. So, wherever my DH is, thank you for believing in me.


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