Everyone meet Marilee Brothers, author of a new paranormal series Unbidden Magic, the first novel of which is Moonstone. Stay tuned this week and you may be able to snag a copy of this fantastic novel for yourself...
If I could live in any time period, what would it be?
I really, really like now. But, can I cheat just a little and call it time travel? I’m fascinated with medieval times, especially the twelfth century when Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine ruled England and much of France. All I want is a peek, not a lifetime commitment. Why? Oh, a few little things like childbirth, no antibiotics for sick kids, becoming a senior citizen at age 32, backbreaking labor…it would be just my luck to be the saucy wench who had to clean those nasty chamber pots! Eleanor of Aquitaine was a remarkable woman. She lived to the ripe old age of 82, was married to two kings and the mother of three. Wouldn’t I love to visit her “court of love” and chat with her!
If you were stranded on an island, what 3 things would you take with you? (Assume you have the bare necessities.)
At first, I wondered if this island had a power plant or maybe a generator with an unlimited supply of gas. Probably not. Consequently, my iPod and laptop were crossed off the list. So…I settled for a huge writing tablet and a box of pens. I’ve got so many stories in my head, I don’t have enough years left to write them all. Being stranded on an island with no distractions would probably give me a much-needed kick in the butt. My third item would be a mirror. After checking to see what the sea air and humidity was doing to my hair—yikes—I’d used it to signal a plane or ship so I could get off the friggin’ island!
Come up with an anagram of your name.
Terrible Hose Ram*. Armoire Blessed Her. Barometer Relish
the guest blog:
I’m not only a writer, I’m a big-time book muncher. Okay, I confess…I’m a bookaholic. Is there a twelve step program for that? When I’m close to the end of one book, I absolutely must have another on standby to avoid the horrors of withdrawal. The symptoms are unmistakable. Sweaty palms. Body twitches. Emotional outbursts. I become desperate. Anything will do. Cereal boxes. Shampoo directions. (wet hair, apply shampoo, lather, rinse, repeat).
I know this sounds like a cop-out, but I can’t help it. It’s in my DNA. I come from a book munching family. What else could I do? The only sound in our home was that of pages turning. When we needed our fix, we piled into the car and slipped into the local library. I was bad from the start. At ten years of age, I sneaked into the adult section when the librarian wasn’t looking. From that point on, it was all downhill. Nobody’s private stash was safe. Before my father got home from work, I devoured his latest John D. McDonald mystery. After my mother drifted off to sleep, it was Katherine Woodiwiss’s romance, The Flame and the Flower. Oh, I was hooked alright.
It was inevitable that I’d get busted. When it finally happened, I was forced to read children’s books which really ticked me off. Nothing juicy. No words to sound out. Just a bunch of prissy girls dressed in pinafores whose very presence made the world a better place. Yeah, right. I wanted something more. I needed something more so I started making up my own stories.
Many years went by before I got the chance to write my books. By then, the word was out. Kids today don’t read. My two word response is- Harry and Potter. And, yes, I’m still hooked on reading but the upside is, I’m hooked on writing too!
Thanks Marilee! Great blog (very funny); I enjoyed reading it (a bit too much maybe!).
*Or this could be "Terrible Rose Ham." Hmm, now that's interesting.