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Author Harvest ‘bales’ up Pamela Cook

So, Pamela, we’ve had a quick canter and now it’s time to put on the nosebag. Let’s start by you telling me if it’s scones and tea or some other homemade delight you have whipped up for me today. 🙂

I’m definitely a scones, jam and cream girl, Jenn. And tea – English breakfast.

At home…

What vegetable (or fruit) have you always wanted to grow at home?

I’ve always wanted to grow a mango tree. I love the plump, smooth orange-ness of them and would love to see them hanging on a huge green tree in my backyard.

(Yes, well, I have 5 mango trees and the bats, possums and parrots really, really enjoy them!)

If I came to your home and looked in the refrigerator, what would I find?

An assortment of containers with leftovers, chocolates hidden behind the eggs where he thinks no one can find them (my other half), the usual staples and a nice bottle of semillon.

(Hmmm, semillon and scones – with a chocolate chaser! Is that uncouth?)

If you sorted your wardrobe by colour, what colour would stand out? (Ahh, do you sort your wardrobe by colour?!)

I’m not organised enough to sort my wardrobe by colour but if I did you’d find a solid block of purple, an assortment of greens (mainly khaki), a splash of orange and bright pink and some basic black.

What are you wearing now?

Denim shorts and a white top

Whose home would you like to housesit and why?

Friends of mine in Milton have just bought a property I would love to housesit. You drive down this very bumpy, steep road, round a few bends and then find yourself in this beautiful valley surrounded by enormous, straight-as-soldier gums. In the paddocks there are alpacas and horses. The air is alive with swallows, parrots and kookaburras … might be a setting for a future book methinks!

(Sounds like a tax-deductible research trip to me!)

Country curiosities…

We love a sunburnt country (slip, slop, slap and all that). What’s your ideal hat? Or are you a boots person?

Love hats, especially summery straw ones with a small brim. And I am partial to an akubra. I’m definitely a boot girl – live in long boots in winter and love to wear my R.M’s when I’m riding.

If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?

I’d definitely be a horse. I think they are the most amazing, intuitive, beautiful creatures on earth.

(I agree. Just don’t tell my dogs!)

Now for the big question… Why did the chicken cross the road?

Pass!

About you…

Your turning point: when was that point in your life that you realized that being an author was no longer going to be just a dream but a reality and a career?

It wasn’t so long ago actually – it was the day my now publisher, Vanessa Radnidge, called me to say Hachette loved my manuscript and wanted to publish it. I had a kombi full of 11 year olds I was delivering to a school debate and I swear my heart must have been beating so loudly they could all hear it. It’s all so fresh it still feels like a dream really.

(It wasn’t long ago!? Crikey, those four words probably sent a dozen authors I know to the booze cupboard!)

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Plotting. I love creating characters and building their backstories and relationships. Coming up with a strong, interesting story-line is my block. I try to let the plot evolve from the character’s problems but it’s not always easy.

If someone was to write your biography, what do you think the title should be?

Hmm, good question. Maybe something like “Daydream Believer”. It sounds corny but I’ve always believed that your dreams can come true if you believe in them enough and if you work hard towards achieving them. It’s certainly worked for me so far!

Fun stuff…

What does your protagonist think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you, the author, his/her creator.

My protagonist Eve and I would get on pretty well I think. She’d probably think I’m a bit timid at times but would appreciate my sense of balance. We’d have good times sitting on her veranda sipping our bourbons, watching the horses and chatting about life.

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional, with whom would it be?

Elizabeth Bennett, so I could wear those gorgeous clothes and dream about Darcy. It would have to be the week she visits Pemberley and he emerges from the dam with that wet, white shirt on. Hmmm-hmmm!

(Here ya go. Something for everyone. Which one is your fave, folks? Colin, Matthew or ‘the other bloke’!)

What food would you be?

Something warm and scrumptious like a rice pudding.

(I don’t know many women who would admit to being like pudding!! Good on you.)

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Unsliced white bread (with lashings of butter and vegemite).

(Ahh, yes, but fresh or toasted? Do you have a fave, folks?)

How weird are you? Rate yourself on a scale of 1 (not) to 10 (very).

Most of the time I’m pretty normal (2), although my 16 year old would rate me as more of a 7 a lot of the time. And I definitely have my 10 moments.

2020 UPDATE: Pamela has since had books published with both Hachette and
Wild Words Publishing: www.pamelacook.com.au

See who else has taken part in the harvest so far – HERE. https://www.jennjmcleod.com/author-harvest/

Thank you for checking out a blog post from the past. Keep supporting Australian storytellers and stay safe.


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Author Harvest ‘bales up’ Susanne Bellamy

I would have preferred catching up with you in Rome, but a funny thing happened on the way to the Forum!!!!

So instead, here I am asking you to start by telling me if it’s scones and tea or some other homemade delight you have whipped up today.  

Turkish Delight and French Earl Grey tea. Well, I opened the container of Turkish Delight all by myself, and if you don’t want tea, I’ve a very nice Sav Blanc chilling. And the cheese to go with it.

(Would a bit of each be seen as greedy or polite? I’m going with polite!)

At home…

My mum says garden gnomes make a house a home! Are you loud and proud in your love of garden gnomes at home, a closet gnomer or with a strict ‘no gnomes’ policy at your place?

Gnomes’ longevity would be severely reduced around our two dogs. Their tails are weapons of gnomic genocide. I guess that’s a ‘no gnome zone’. But I did snap this fellow in Capri, while climbing up to Tiberius’s palace.

What vegetable (or fruit) have you always wanted to grow at home?

Beetroot—love it finely shredded raw in salads or roasted in winter.

(And how wonderfully it doubles as lipstick!)

If I came to your home and looked in the refrigerator, what would I find?

A bottle of wine, cheeses, and lots of fresh vegies. And leftovers—I can’t get past cooking for four, but there’s now just two of us at home.

(Happy to move in if it helps. We can talk all night about writing and Italy, wine and cheese… Happy, happy days!)**

If you sorted your wardrobe by colour, what colour would stand out? (Ahh, do you sort your wardrobe by colour?!)

Not by colour but dresses go together, then skirts, then tops…get the picture? As for colour—I’ve gone black, white and red recently, but there’s still blue amongst that lot.

(The essential black with lots of red, white, some blue.  How very patriotic!)

What are you wearing now? (Be honest!)

Just home from work so black and white dress, but I’ve kicked off the red wedges. Love high heels!

Whose home would you like to housesit and why?

Bill Gates—I’d get to play with all the cool gadgets. He might not be too impressed at the changes I’m sure I’d manage to make in the settings of everything though.

Country curiosities…

We love a sunburnt country (slip, slop, slap and all that). What’s your ideal hat? Or are you a boots person?

Boots for sure. I’d love to be able to wear hats like Audrey Hepburn in ‘My Fair Lady’ but I don’t have the face for it. On the other hand/foot, I’ve got a gorgeous pair of red boots, suede and leather with a leather lace decoration.

If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?

You know they say… if you had a roomful of monkeys at typewriters, eventually they’d write a Shakespearean play. Well, I wanna be ‘that’ monkey and go ape with writing!

Now for the big question… Why did the chicken cross the road?

Clyde was chasing it (he’s our Welsh Springer Spaniel). I doubt the chicken made it…

(Lucky Clyde. Unlucky chook!) 

About you…

Your turning point: when was that point in your life that you realized that being an author was no longer going to be just a dream but a reality and a career?

Well, with just one book, White Ginger, to be released on January 7th, I wouldn’t claim writing is my bread and butter just yet. But when I got that phone call, my dream became much closer.

(I love that title.)

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Time when the day job doesn’t dominate. So far, beginnings seem to jump out and tackle me, saying “Write me, write me!” Getting the time to nut out the middle and stop my inner editor intruding is harder.

If someone was to write your biography, what do you think the title should be?

“In the Still of the Night”. Apologies to Cole Porter. That’s usually when ideas hit me. And he wrote this song about the greatest love of his life.

(Love Cole Porter. You are the only person I know under 70 who knows his work! Add music to ‘happy days above’!**)

What question have you always wanted to be asked in an interview? How would you answer that question?

Q: If you had your time over again, what would you choose to do?

A: I’d start writing earlier and I’d be an archaeologist. Or a pianist/composer (if only I’d learned the piano)

 

Fun stuff…

What does your protagonist think about you? Would he or she want to hang out with you, the author, his/her creator.

I have a suspicion Amelie and I would get on very well because she has a wacky sense of humour too and we have a similar approach to shopping (erratic). As for Arne (Keanu)—he’s a marine biologist and I’m a hopeless swimmer. But I’d listen to his stories of the Islands of Hawaii hour after hour. Sorry Amelie—you’ll just have to share him for a bit. You can have him all to yourself on your honeymoon. Promise!

(Huh! Never trust a writer, Amelie. You might find yourself written out quick smart!)

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional, with whom would it be?

One of the scientists on the space station—I’d love to see the Earth from space and experience zero gravity.

If I said to you, “Just entertain me for five minutes, I’m not going to talk,” what would you do?

I hope you have my taste in music. I’d pour a wine and play: “Let me entertain you…”.

(LOL  I think we have a theme song  – ‘Days of Wine and Roses’!)

What food would you be?

Citrus pie—I can be a bit tart at times!

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Pizza! (Cut me some slack here—I’m not long back from Italy!)

(I totally agree, especially traditional Italiano pizza. So simple and so tasty.)

Name 5 uses for a stapler that has not staple pins.

Just one—a tack hammer. After that, it’s pretty much a goner.

How weird are you? Rate yourself on a scale of 1 (not) to 10 (very).

When I’m in full flight teaching Shakespeare, my students would tell you I’m a 10. At other times, 3 or 4. No, Effie, don’t give me that Moonlight Martini. I’m trying to be ‘normal’ here!

Susanne’s debut romance novel, White Ginger, will be released on January 7th, 2013 by Lyrical Press and will be available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other online booksellers. For more information about Susanne:  www.susannebellamy.com

 About White Ginger

Arne recognised his soul mate the moment he saw Amelie, but he is engaged in a David and Goliath battle against a big developer and the resort that will impact on the reef that protects Arne’s small community. The developer, who has taken Arne’s ex-fiancée, plays dirty, using sabotage, assault and kidnapping.

Their tactics force Amelie to confront her worst phobia to keep Arne safe. Life with Arne is one dangerous adventure after another, jolting Amelie’s boring, predictable life to its foundations. And Arne’s kisses set the fire that blazes through her newly awakened passions.

When Amelie’s life is endangered by her involvement with his work, Arne races to save her.

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Author Harvest ‘bales’ up Louise Reynolds

Start by telling me if it’s scones and tea or some other homemade delight you have whipped up for me today.

I’m not much of a dessert or cake cook, Jenn, so I’ve brought along some lovely, slightly stinky Milawa cheese, a crusty sourdough baguette and a bottle of wine. OK?

(Oh, gosh, okay. If I have to. Sound very much like what an Italian aristocrat might enjoy!)

At home…

My mum says garden gnomes make a house a home! Are you loud and proud in your love of garden gnomes at home, a closet gnomer or with a strict ‘no gnomes’ policy at your place?

Sorry but I’ve never liked the idea of men (real or otherwise) sitting in my front garden taking note of what time I get home and more importantly, what state I’m in.

(OMG! Now you have freaked me out. I never looked at gnomes that way before. But now you mention it…)

What vegetable (or fruit) have you always wanted to grow at home?

Broad beans. You can never buy them small enough to do some of the great recipes I see in cookbooks.

(Hmm, as a child I threw up when mum forced broadbeans in my mouth. Enjoy yours!)

If I came to your home and looked in the refrigerator, what would I find?

We shop daily for fresh food so the fridge just holds the basics: 2 or 3 cheeses, milk, wine, soda water, coke zero, pickles (several), maple syrup, eggs, olives, butter, marg, cream, various Asian sauces, chocolate.

If you sorted your wardrobe by colour, what colour would stand out? (Ahh, do you sort your wardrobe by colour?!)

No need for sorting. My wardrobe is a dark cavern of black.

(Well you must get more red because it looks stunning on you.)

What are you wearing now? (Be honest!)

Old jeans, long sleeve t-shirt, polar fleece top and granny shoes. Glam.

(What are granny shoes? They sound wonderfully comfy.)

Whose home would you like to housesit and why?

I’d love to housesit ‘Charleston’, the gorgeous house in East Sussex lived in by the Bloomsbury set in the 20’s, 30’s and 40’s. It’s an intimate farmhouse full of colour, art, life and history. The art created, conversations held and love affairs pursued within those walls make it truly unique.

Country curiosities…

We love a sunburnt country (slip, slop, slap and all that). What’s your ideal hat? Or are you a boots person?

Definitely a hat person. I’ve got lots of knit caps and berets for Melbourne winters. My partner and I share a trilby found in a second hand store and I have an Akubra for trips to the outback.

If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?

A river red gum, my favourite tree.

(See! That’s because red looks good on you.)

Now for the big question… Why did the chicken cross the road?

There was a woman with a rotisserie spindle hot on her heels.

(LOL! Ouch!)

About you…

Your turning point: when was that point in your life that you realized that being an author was no longer going to be just a dream but a reality and a career?

I don’t know that there was a particular point in time. It was more a matter of knuckling down and doing something about a long-held dream.

What is the hardest part of writing for you?

Starting every day. I’ve made procrastination into an art form.

If someone was to write your biography, what do you think the title should be?

‘Hic’

(Hey, that title has already been allocated to moi!)

Fun stuff…

If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional, with whom would it be?

Alisha Keys or a singer of that ilk. Someone with a superlative voice who makes us mere mortals just drop our jaws when she sings. You can see I have a very active imagination.

If I said to you, “Just entertain me for five minutes, I’m not going to talk,” what would you do?

I’d invite you to play charades and say ‘You go first.’

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Gorgeous artisan baked loaves that you could cut in huge hunks.

Name 5 uses for a stapler that has not staple pins.

  1. Useful implement to bang in tent pegs (but possibly only in sand)
  2. Executive stress reliever (pulling that little slide thing back and forward, back and forward, back and forward…)
  3. Fun object to scare little nieces and nephews with (‘Hey, let me pierce your ears’)
  4. Vital and much-hyped component in art installation sold to national gallery
  5. Paint matt black and place in a quirky arrangement of similarly black-painted, useless objects on a white shelf. Watch your friends admire your creativity. Then send a picture to an online design blog

How weird are you? Rate yourself on a scale of 1 (not) to 10 (very).

I think I look about a 4. I’m probably more like a 7.

About… Her Italian Aristocrat, Louise Reynolds.

On a mission to buy a prestigious shoe company, Australian career girl, Gemma Parkinson, arrives in Italy determined to succeed. But when she falls ill, effortlessly handsome local aristocrat, Luca Andretti, is on hand. Suspicious about Gemma’s presence in his town, he offers to let her recuperate in his amazing palazzo. Surrounded by the lavish trappings of the rich – servants, designer clothes, fine food and wine – Gemma is completely out of her depth.

Intent on saving the town’s local industry, Brunelli Shoes, from foreign take-over, Luca throws every obstacle he can in Gemma’s path. Headstrong, savvy and equally determined to successfully wrestle the company away from him, Gemma fights Luca all the way.

But Luca’s life of privilege masks a private world of pain and Gemma has demons of her own. As they come to understand one another, their growing attraction starts getting in the way.

This moving love story involving two people from very different backgrounds is a delightful, contemporary romance in a gorgeous Italian setting.

Buy the book or find out more about the lovely Louise on her website. www.louisereynolds.com.au