How Do They Become “Real”?

 

 

Meet Michelle L. Levigne as she blogs about creating characters. Ever wonder where a writer’s ideas come from? Michelle gives us a peek into the workings of her creative mind.

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The Velveteen Rabbit wanted to be real, and so do our characters. At least, they would if they could think. And that’s what we want — characters so real they take over the story.

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In my newest Tabor Heights novel, Cooking Up Trouble, I had to take Audrey beyond the pretty community theater actress readers saw in previous stories. First, I changed slightly ditzy to accident-prone. Much more sympathetic.

 

Her self-image problem makes her clumsy. The only place she is graceful is on stage, when she’s someone else. She likes being invisible when she’s offstage — that means she doesn’t want to be a star outside Tabor Heights.

 

Okay, if Audrey is happy staying in Tabor, what does she do for a living?

 

Here, I considered the needs of the story. Audrey and Steve team up to protect Max, his half-sister, from a paparazzi invasion while she prepares for her wedding. Their father is a Hollywood legend. Audrey is involved in the wedding. How? Not a bridesmaid — cliché.

 

At this point, Audrey waved a mixing bowl and wire whisk at me. Okay, so she’s a cook — and went to culinary school. Presto — she’ll bake for Max’s wedding.

 

Then it hit me: Dinner theater. Audrey loves the theater, and cooking/baking. She’s daydreamed about doing dinner theater. Instant sub-plot. She’ll team up with Steve to create the dinner theater. That pushes the two of them together. But I need something to push them apart.

 

At this point, I changed the original title, Scene Stealer, to Cooking Up Trouble. That’s what happens when you get to know your characters and they start to take over!

 

Audrey’s problem that pushes them apart has to be a secret pain. Something she’s ashamed of. Big enough to build a wall.

 

What about Audrey’s family? Does she have one? She doesn’t talk about them. I decided she’s from Philadelphia — American history, Founding Fathers, snooty society. Her family looks down on her for being involved in theater and going to culinary school.

 

Hmm, not enough to be estranged. Audrey is hiding in Tabor and uses a stage name. Why? So her family doesn’t know she’s succeeding.

 

Why? Deep-seated hurt.

 

Then it struck me — Audrey is illegitimate, and her family punishes her for her parents’ sins.

 

That led to a cascade of associations. Max is illegitimate, too, but accepted. Both her families get along. Audrey is jealous, and ashamed of her jealousy. She can’t tell anyone what she’s feeling — because she never confided her family problems to anyone. She certainly can’t confide in Steve that she’s having trouble with his newly discovered half-sister. She’s Max’s friend, cooking for the dinner theater owned by Max’s stepfather, and baking for her wedding.

 

Tangled enough for you? And that’s just one character. But now Audrey is real enough to take off on her own, sometimes writing scenes and reactions for me — making my job a little easier. Because when the details get thick and solid enough, it’s more like I’m reporting what real people are doing, rather than making it up as I go along.

 

And that’s when writing is FUN.

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CookingUpTroubleCoverArt72dpiAudrey lives for cooking and acting. When the Randolphs experiment with dinner theater, they turn to her to head the kitchen.

Steve returns to Tabor Heights to get to know his new sister, Max. Creating a dinner theater fascinates him, and soon so does Audrey.

As Max and Tony’s wedding draws near, so do paparazzi spies. After all, Max is the daughter of celebrities. When Audrey discovers a spy in her kitchen, she spins lies to protect her friends, but finds she needs protection when she is cast opposite Steve in Romeo and Juliet — and the media speculates she’s auditioning to join the celebrity family. Steve becomes her defender and partner in thwarting the paparazzi. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” is more than true for them, but past difficulties and shameful secrets may be building a wall too thick for even friendship to endure.

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In the Morning

I just got the cover for IN THE MORNING, due out in June 2013, and I couldn’t wait to share it with you!

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Anne Baker is a prominent attorney and devoted skeptic. She didn’t think she needed faith until a new neighbor moved in next door–the most likable Christian she’s ever met. He’s also probably the most handsome, and the new youth pastor at a local church.

When Anne takes the criminal case for one of her neighbor’s young church members, she’s forced into a working relationship with Pastor Mike, and she finds herself face to face with her deepest heartbreak–the daughter she lost.

Mike didn’t know why he felt called to this little town, but when he meets his beautiful new neighbor, he has a feelings she’s part of the reason. But she’s a non-believer and he knows that he has to step very carefully, both for her sake, and for his position as church pastor. So why does he feel so drawn to the one woman he needs to keep at arm’s length?

Does God want Mike to be her husband, or is he supposed to step back and let her find happiness with the father of her daughter?

 

 

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Guest post: Smarter Than Your Average Bear

Meet Marcy Dyer

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In Down & Out the heroine, Candace, meets a tri-color Border collie named Yogi. The dog’s owner tells her he named the dog Yogi “because he’s smarter than the average bear.”

 

My tri-color Border, Scooby, inspired the doggie character of Yogi. Scooby adopted me when he was just six weeks old, and he stayed with me for fifteen years. He brought our family so much happiness and joy that I had to use a Border in the book.

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Scooby, named by my step-son, Eric, was too smart for his own good. His extensive vocabulary often made it difficult to slip anything past him. He learned if we were going somewhere in my Jeep, that meant he got to go. In fact, if he heard the word “Jeep” he ran to the back door and whined.

 

When any one of us were gone, Scooby pined for that person. His strong herding instincts included the family. If one of us just left the room, he left his other sheep and hunted for the lost one. Much as Jesus will pursue his lost sheep to the ends of the earth. He provided us with a constant reminder that nothing can separate us from Jesus’ love.

 

He longs to have a personal relationship with us, and he pursues us.

 

Luke 15:4 What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

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Book coverWhen a down on her luck publicist moves home to Odessa, Texas, she’s thrust into a volatile job with a handsome security consultant showing her the ropes when a stranger decides she must be his and he’s determined to win her love – at any cost. Can the handsome consultant protect her from the stalker or will she end up buried in the desert?

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Guest Post: Blessed by Another

Meet June Foster!

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My husband and I are new in our church, Locust Fork Baptist. Since my husband is retired and loves the Lord, he wanted to become involved in a ministry. Of course he’s a gregarious extravert and loves working with people.

He found the perfect ministry – the committee that does repairs and other odd jobs for people in the church who can’t do the work themselves, such as widows and the elderly. His first job was in a neighboring town putting up a fence that had blown down in a recent windstorm. The head of the committee dropped by our house to pick my husband up in his truck.

The other man is about 10 years younger than my husband and outworked him showing more stamina than my dear mate. They dug holes with those post diggers and “planted” new posts where they should go working hard for over four hours. My husband came home tired and dirty.

4926503068_c65a15459f_bBéquilles2[1]So what is so unusual about that? Sounds logical that the other guy would outwork Joe. Here’s the fact that impressed me. The other man lost his leg in a work accident. Not just to the knee like my character Holly in Give Us This Day, but all the way to the hip. Joe said that when they dug holes, the man didn’t let his crutches stop him.

The guy gets around faster than me. I’ve seen him easily traverse the steps at church down to the fellowship room quicker than most people.

He doesn’t feel sorry for himself nor allows his handicap to stop him from serving the Lord. He’s truly a blessing to me and an example of a person whom God can use despite having experienced the ravages of living in a fallen world.

In Philippians, the Bible tells us we can do all things through Him who strengthens us. I think our friend from church takes this scripture to heart. He is an inspiration. He could’ve worked in another ministry – maybe visiting shut-ins or passing out bulletins on Sunday. Or decided he couldn’t serve.  But no – he chose doing physical labor for others who were unable to accomplish the task. That says something to me. If God ordains it, He’ll provide the means.

Sometimes I feel like giving up when I’m writing my stories. I just don’t have all it takes to be a good writer. I’m terrible at marketing. I don’t have enough readers who like my books. But no, if God called me – if He called any of us to a task, He will provide the way. Despite our physical, or any other limitations.

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DeliverUsCoverArt72dpi (1)The young fraternity man who coaxed Jillian Coleman upstairs that night is only a blur in her memory. Now she lives with the unrelenting guilt that she aborted her baby. God might forgive her, but she can’t forgive herself. As Bellewood’s premier gynecologist, she hopes to open the Jeremiah House to offer teen girls an abortion alternative. Though the handsome and successful Dr. Jett Camp wants to marry Jillian, he believes her plan is a waste of her skills.

Riley Mathis spent ten years in jail for dealing drugs. Now as a Christian, he’s trying to put his life back together. Working as a janitor at night, he attends college by day. When he meets Dr. Coleman, he recognizes her from the sapphire necklace she wore the night he stole something precious from her. When she confesses the choice she made to abort her baby, Riley can’t tell her he’s the father of her child.

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Guest Post: Where did Prince Charming go?

Linda+Rondeau[1]Meet Linda Rondeau! She’s an author and hilarious blogger about the lighter side of life after 50. Check out Geezer Guys and Gals –I’ve been enjoying this site for quite a while!

Readers can visit her web site at www.lindarondeau.com or email her at lindarondeau@gmail.com  or find her on Facebook, Twitter, PInterest, and Goodreads.

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He opened his Christmas gifts first, then dancing with anticipation handed me my present. The gift bag was securely closed with a ridge of scotch-tape, evidence of his own hand in this artful presentation. I exercised all the pre-opening rituals: gently stroking the outside, carefully shaking it near the ear, and complimenting the packaging, as well as the obligatory, “Thank you, Honey.” I even ventured a few guesses.

“Jewelry?”

 

“No.”

 

“Well, judging by the shape, it’s probably not candy.”

 

“You’re right. It’s not candy.”

 

“Pajamas! Silk, right?”

 

“No. It’s not pajamas, but you’re getting closer. Go ahead. Open it.”

 

In an instant, I popped the row of scotch tape and looked inside the satiny red wrapping bag. I froze in disbelief as I stared at what my husband deemed the perfect gift—A SHOWER MASSAGE! I was thoroughly convinced the romance was more than dead. It was beyond resuscitation. In fact, it was stone cold.

What more should I expect? After all, we’ve been married over twenty-five years. Can romance exist after fifty? 

Yes! Romance needn’t die just because our hair had turned gray and our body dimensions had expanded. Didn’t he see me as attractive anymore?

“For me?” I feigned pleasure.

“Well, it’s really for the both of us. That’s why I spent a little extra.”

 

Since we bought a video camera as a mutual Christmas present to each other, we set a personal gift limit of $25. He went over the top to $30.

“You shouldn’t have,” I said honestly.

“I know you said you wanted jewelry. Surprised?”

 

“Oh, yes. I’m speechless!”

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At some point over the past couple decades, the Prince Charming I married went through a metamorphosis. So much so, I dreaded the future. Can I really stand twenty-five more years of this? The handsome suitor who used to buy me Russell Stover Chocolates had now emerged an aged athlete peddling Mr. Coffee. When had practicality replaced sentimentality? I wanted to tell Joe DiMaggio to take a hike, find my misplaced fairy godmother, and tell her to bring back Prince Charming.

Storybook romances for the middle aged did not exist. Who was I kidding? God, I prayed silently, help me remember why I’m still married to this man. Are we together because divorce is a sin, or is there something more?

Joe DiMaggio was waiting for my reaction. I muttered a half-hearted, “Gee. Thank you.”

 

“Pour yourself another cup of coffee and relax while I get the shower massage ready for you.” He took the monstrosity from the bag; and with his toolbox in hand, bounded up the steps like a schoolboy at recess.

The sounds of contented whistling could be heard down stairs while I stared into my coffee hoping to find some definition of middle-aged wedded bliss. I stewed in my disappointment. “A shower massage. Ump!” I felt like Grumpy while he played the part of Happy.

“All set,” he beamed. “You first! After all, it is your present.”

 

“That it is.” I trudged to the upstairs bathroom, took off my robe, and stepped into the wide spread spray. To my pleasant surprise, the steamy mist enveloped my senses. I felt as if I had just entered a sauna.

Well, now. This is nice. I took the showerhead in hand and experimented with the dial. Suddenly, reams of pulsating gushes hit my arthritic joints. I let my mind drift, imagining I was under a waterfall in Tahiti. Hey, I thought. This is not bad. Not bad at all.

Maybe he wasn’t so far off the mark after all, I mused.

When there was no more hot water, I reluctantly turned the shower off, towel-dried, put on my bathrobe, and wandered downstairs.

Joe DiMaggio was anxiously awaiting the umpire’s verdict. “Well?” He looked like an innocent child who had just given his mother a wilted dandelion, waiting for a hug of gratitude.

“It’s out of the ball park, Slugger. A grand slam homerun.”

 

He smiled his cute little boy smile. Behind his youthful grin, I saw the beam of love in his eyes. I recognized the faded but familiar royalty with whom I fell in love with so many years ago. Joltin’ Joe had not completely taken over.

I lifted my heart toward Heaven. Thank you for my mate, Lord. Prince Charming still lived inside that paunchy but adorable man, and he knew exactly what this tired, achy body needed.

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flate+cover[1]When a romance writer and her estranged publisher husband attempt to reconcile, malignant forces and a pending lawsuit seem bent on keeping them apart. After fifteen years of marital disarray, Henry and Sylvia Fitzgibbons (aka Lana Longstreet) independently contemplate divorce, their relationship relegated to
Henry’s infrequent visits to the Connecticut estate and their once a week meeting at Chez Phillipe’s in Manhattan. But, not yet. There is the matter of
the decaying rose gardens and the thirtieth anniversary party the children are planning. Reluctantly, Henry moves in for the summer, steeled against the
hauntings that torment only him. As reconciliation seems possible, the evil forces within begin to target Sylvia as well. Like the strangling vines within the rose beds, Henry and Sylvia have become victims of spiritual neglect. Their only hope remains in surrender to a power greater than the evil determined to destroy them.

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A Christmas Bonus

I’ve finished up my Christmas novella–a story about family, unexpected romance and longing. This one is due to be released through Desert Breeze Publishing December 2013.

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The owner and CEO of a marketing firm, Andrew Holmes, asks his assistant to work Christmas in order to finish a big project for the new year. The hitch? She’s got to go with him to his home town, and if she’ll agree, she’ll earn herself a hefty Christmas bonus.

Millie Johnson was planning on quitting her job anyway, but decides that the money is worth it for her last bit of overtime. She doesn’t expect to fall in love with his family–a quirky mother, a big-mouthed brother, and a sister-in-law who longs for a baby.

But when a little boy arrives at the house one evening with the news that one of the Holmes men is his father, Christmas turns from a quiet working holiday into the kind of gathering where the truth starts tumbling out.

Can Millie stay strong enough to escape unscathed?

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This was a fun story! I wrote it over this last Christmas season, and only recently dug it back out again to edit and get to the hard work of polishing it up and getting it into shape. I loved rereading it, so I hope you will all enjoy this story as much as I did.

I know I haven’t been posting here as often as I used to, but I’m still around! (Just busy working…)

Keep your eyes open for my June release IN THE MORNING, and don’t forget about my Harlequin Love Inspired writing over at my Patricia Johns blog.

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Being a truly awful writer

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I’ve been a truly terrible writer that last few weeks. I’ve got a story plotted and ready to roll, and all I’ve written is the first chapter. Not good.

However, I’ve been a terrific wife and mother. I’ve been a stellar friend, and uber-helpful with church things. (Well, I’ve agreed to help out with two morning get-togethers, which is more than I normally volunteer for.)

There are a lot of different roles in life. Wife, mother, sister, friend, daughter, online buddy, church member, housekeeper, chef, counselor, mentor, mentee, comic, crazy person, writer…. I’m not good at all of them, at least not all at once. Some roles I might not be very good at filling even on good days.

The last couple of weeks, I’ve been a rotten writer. I’ve gotten nothing done and felt zero guilt about that. I normally judge myself much more harshly, but not this time.

I’ve done a lot of reading with my son–books that he’s too young to recall when he’s all grown up, but that will hopefully be a part of his mental soil somehow. I’ve been a great mom. I’ve cuddled up with my husband and laughed at his jokes, and reveled in being a wife. I’ve hung out with friends and reminded myself that there is a great wide world out there beyond my novels. (A good thing to remind myself of from time to time. It really does make me a much more enjoyable human being, I assure you.)

I was also a spectacular vector for disease. I got the flu.

I excelled at being a patient, letting my husband dote on me a little bit and sleeping in a tangle of sheets of computer cords while I let my body heal.

I might not have been much of a writer, but I was great in other roles the last few weeks.

Feeling like a winner (who needs to get back to work on her novel!)

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Don’t be a bully

I read an article recently (and for life of me can’t find it again to link to it properly) written by a women who lost 180 lbs. She’d been trying unsuccessfully to lose weight for years, and when she finally did it, she thought that life would suddenly change. The world caters to the thin, from airplane seats to fashion. Plus-sized women are told from every media source possible that they aren’t “right” until they’re skinny.

So once she got thin, she thought that all those doors would open for her. That she’d look in the mirror and see someone beautiful, but she discovered something she never expected–she still saw flaws. And she didn’t like herself any better than she had 180 lbs ago.

I think we all fall for that trap. We have a metal list going of our “flaws. ”

Once I lose ten/twenty/fifty pounds, then I’ll feel beautiful.

If only my skin were clearer, then I’d feel confident.

It’s my hips/stomach/thighs/cup size. If it were different, I could compete.

No one tells you that changing that one thing about yourself isn’t going to change the most important thing–that voice of criticism in your own head. That voice is a bully. If you change one thing to please her, she’ll just pick on something else. And like any bully, you don’t have to change anything. You just have tune her out.

Be healthy. Be happy. And for crying out loud, let’s say something nice about ourselves for a change. You’re gorgeous, and you don’t have to convince anyone else about that little fact. You only have to convince yourself!

 

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EyeOfTheBeholder_w11220_680Tricia Hunter was an extraordinary beauty…before a horrible bus accident left her irreparably scarred. In an effort to accept the things she cannot change, she heads to her uncle’s cabin for some time alone.
Forest ranger Jesse Reynolds recognizes Tricia the minute he sees her, but nothing flickers in her eyes. That’s fine by him. The same accident that stole her good looks killed his fiance, and he simply can’t bring himself to feel sorry for Tricia like everyone else in her life seems to do.
Thrown together in the autumn woods, they are faced with the past, an uncertain future, and a struggle to find out why God allows terrible things to happen.

 

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EPIC ebook Award Winner!

580683_610524372310285_1458248054_n[1]This morning, I woke up to the news that I’m the 2013 Epic Ebook Award winner for the Spiritual/Metaphysical category. I’m absolutely thrilled!

Gail Delaney, the Editor in Chief and owner of Desert Breeze Publishing attending the award ceremony and fired off a FB message to let me know the good news.

The other writers who were nominated included Stephenia McGee and June Foster, two excellent writers who are also published with Desert Breeze Publishing. I’m so honored to be grouped with these fine ladies, and quite honestly, I expected to hear that one of them had won! So if you’ve already read my book, pick up one of theirs!

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And don’t forget my Free Read, a short story about Aunt Eunice’s secret love…

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I’m so honored to have won this award, and I’m honored to be writing with such an excellent group of authors with Desert Breeze.

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Don’t forget Patricia Johns!

Right now, I’m working on a story for Harlequin’s Love Inspired line of books. My first Love Inspired book is coming out his summer, and you can follow my Love Inspired writing on my Patricia Johns blog. So while some of my books will come out under Patty Froese, don’t forget about my Harlequin Patricia Johns writing, too! Recently, I’ve had a few releases, and I’m expecting three more releases in 2013.

So if you’re looking for some romantic reads, may I suggest a few?

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legallywedcoverart72dpi__59170.1359482579.1280.1280[1]When Rich McConaughey comes back to town, divorce papers in hand, he’s in for more than he bargained for. Lisa Young, the woman he was married to for six months, hasn’t changed a bit. His mother has though… she’s gone from matronly to meow, and his father has taken off with the secretary. Does anything last anymore?
Lisa Young feels chained to the hardware store her family has run for generations. How can she tell her father that she hates the family business? When Rich walks back into her store asking her to finalize a divorce she thought was behind her, she thinks that the answer is to sign on the dotted line and move on. Except, Rich isn’t making it so easy… and God has other plans.
For better or for worse, when you’re legally wed, things can get complicated.
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EyeOfTheBeholder_w11220_680Tricia Hunter was an extraordinary beauty…before a horrible bus accident left her irreparably scarred. In an effort to accept the things she cannot change, she heads to her uncle’s cabin for some time alone.
Forest ranger Jesse Reynolds recognizes Tricia the minute he sees her, but nothing flickers in her eyes. That’s fine by him. The same accident that stole her good looks killed his fiance, and he simply can’t bring himself to feel sorry for Tricia like everyone else in her life seems to do.
Thrown together in the autumn woods, they are faced with the past, an uncertain future, and a struggle to find out why God allows terrible things to happen.
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PerfectonPaperCoverArt72dpiAnne Stanborough, a well known mystery writer, inherits her maiden aunt’s book store, Perfect on Paper. The lawyer handling her aunt’s estate is none other than the handsome Jake Harrison, but despite his attraction to the beautiful author, his painful divorce has made him wary of a marriage between two driven professionals. Anne can’t let go of the career she’s worked her entire life towards, and he isn’t willing to make a second mistake in marriage. It looks like they should call the whole thing off until Anne discovers that her late maiden aunt might not have been so “maiden” after all… A love story from the past tugs this couple back together again, but will it be enough to prove that a love founded in God really can overcome anything?
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