Another beautiful summer day in Alaska puts me in the mood for a romance. Author Becky Lower is here to share her secrets and wonderful talent… Let’s chat with Ms. Lower and see what makes her tick.
What inspired you to become a writer?
I’ve always loved to write, and did a lot of it in junior high and high school. After college, though, I thought I should get a real job rather than do something that I enjoyed and had fun with. Stupid decision, I know, and I always felt like something was missing. When my job fell apart in the recession, I had to do something and I had just taken a course in writing the romance novel. I gave myself five years to get myself published, and just made it.
Are you a plotter or panster?
I’m a linear pantser. I know where I want the story to begin and end, but the twists and turns along the way I leave up to the characters. I use a rough outline and then put it away. After I’m done with the first draft, I go back to the outline, and am amazed at how much the story line has deviated from where I thought it would go.
At what age did you write your first novel?
My first novel was a contemporary written in 2005. It’s still under the bed, and will probably always stay there. Too much is wrong to revise it. But, I may steal bits and pieces from it for another story.
What is the most romantic place you’ve ever been?
I love being in the woods. The most romantic, magical and reverent place I’ve ever been is the Jedediah Smith Redwood National Forest.
Name your favorite real-life hero or fictional hero… How have they influenced your life?
I loved reading about Jedediah Smith’s life as an early American explorer. I watched a show on the History Channel and was fascinated by everything I learned about him and how he helped shape western America. Then, he died very unceremoniously, and it really upset me. I thought he deserved a better end. That’s when I decided to become a writer, because I wanted to craft a better ending for Jed. I have spent years doing research, and have written the book over and over. I’m almost afraid to let it go, but it’s getting there.
Name your favorite books from childhood and adulthood.
I loved the Little House on the Prairie books, and Nancy Drew when I was a child. As a grown-up, the first book that got me reading after college was A Knight In Shining Armor, by Jude Deveraux. I read a lot of historicals, time travel, and I love the current crop of contemporaries.
What’s your astrological sign?
Do you fit the characteristics associated with it? How? I am a May baby, and a Taurus. I am stubborn, bull-headed and loyal to a fault, so I guess I fit the mold of the bull.
What’s the hardest lesson you’ve learned from your journey as a writer?
To trust myself. I used to let everyone read my work and influence my writing, but it got to the point where I was losing my own voice, and the life was being sucked out of my work. Now, I have only one critique group, and they’re great. They don’t make demands or change your writing style, rather they issue ‘challenges’ if they think something can be made better.
Favorite Color: Purple
Favorite Actor/Actress: Owen Wilson/Sandra Bullock
Favorite Movie: The Electric Horseman
Favorite century and why?: The 19th century in America. Such an exciting time of expansion and strife.
Favorite Food: Chicken
Least favorite vegetable: Cauliflower
First boyfriend/How old?/Why did you like him?: Delbert, in kindergarten. I liked him because he was an artist who used to draw on the soles of my shoes during our nap time.
Describe yourself in 5 words: Sister, talented, warm, caring, and funny
Ms. Lower’s latest release is Blame it on the Brontes…
I lived in Maine for a year and really loved the coast and old architecture. It just feels right for the setting of this story Becky! Who can resist sibling rivalry over a fortune and a wise parent who wants to heal her family?
Sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronson, each in her forties, are in Puffin Bay, ME for their mother’s funeral and to sink their claws into the fortune each expects to inherit. But their mother has other plans. Her substantial fortune won’t be divided until the trio return to their childhood home and live together for a year.
It’s a request that pits sister against sister but could unite them in a common goal to find the friendship they shared as children, to create a family jewelry business and to win over the men of Puffin Bay. They have a year to figure it all out.
A peek inside…
Anne Bronson pressed her foot on the gas pedal, trying to ignore the little red light on the dashboard—the one highlighting the E on her gas gauge. She willed the rental moving truck to make it up the next hill, hunching over the steering wheel to help with the climb. The truck leaned into the steepest part of the incline, its headlights illuminating the crest just as the engine began coughing and sputtering in earnest. No good gas-guzzling piece of crap. Anne directed the truck to the side of the road and set the brake so it wouldn’t drift down the slope. There should have been plenty of fuel to get to the house.
If she hadn’t already maxed out her credit card, she would have gladly paid professionals to move her from New York to Maine. But here she was, driving her own belongings north, and out of gas. Her stomach knotted even tighter. Is this the way a NASCAR driver feels when he runs out of gas on the final lap? Anne’s race was bigger. She had an inheritance at stake. Eighteen minutes till midnight. Damn.
Hauling her purse behind her, she climbed out of the truck. She kicked a tire and let out a half-hearted scream at the damage her instinctive motion caused her black leather Manolo Blahniks. Tapping her fingernails against her teeth, she peered up and down the dark road. No headlights. No life. No sound.
She fished into her purse for her cell phone and stared at it. No signal either here in Backwater Maine, of course. With a deep sigh, she wrestled with her old suitcase with its wonky wheel and strapped her oversized purse across her body as she began to climb the rest of the way up the incline. Two miles to the house. She had eighteen minutes to get there. In six-inch heels. Gazing skyward, she muttered, “Hey, Mom, you up there? If you are, I need a little help right about now.”
Headlights crested over the hill in front of her. Anne blew a kiss skyward. “Thanks, Mom. Always could count on you.”
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Thanks for visiting with us Becky!