ROMANCE 2017 HAPPY NEW YEAR!

ROMANCE 2017 HAPPY NEW YEAR!

One horse open sleigh-so romantic!

My post today is about writing my romance novel, INDIGO SKY and am giving away two copies of my eBook to random commenters, so please join in and add to the conversation! Happy New Year, 2017.

Indigo Sky book cover

Reviewers say, “Indigo Sky has all the parts that readers crave. The suspense, love, romance, betrayal, strength and loyalty are just a few words to describe Indigo Sky! Easy read that is difficult to let go!! I loved it and can’t wait for Gail Ingis to write another!! Don’t miss it! It kept me reading deep into the night.

 

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Dreamy

Like other writers, I have many books about writing I hold in great esteem. Donald Maas, Michael Hauge, Stephen King’s about writing and countless others, as well as advice and encouragement from my South African editor, to whom I am grateful. They have all been valuable in my growth and craft. I ravish my books, wear them out, they have liberated my passions. I still refer to the books, but I pick and choose. The best part of writing is how my characters surprise me. I’ve plotted, but the plot changes as I write, so I don’t bother to plot anymore. I give myself the freedom to plot, not plot, as long as I write, the rest falls into place.

Romance novels, in the past, were thought of as simple, silly and smutty. Sure, some do have the normal part of loving and intimacy, but many do not go past that closed door. Intimacy is inferred or suggested. It’s good to let the reader imagine. Most folks think that the characters in these novels are about fantasy and are perfect people. Nothing could be further from the truth. The characters are real people solving challenges in a relationship. We identify with how they solve the issues and transform in order to grow and mature.

When coming to an impasse in the story, when all seems lost, no turning back, gone forever, it’s magical to see all that turned around. We all know the ending, but romance novels tell us the process, how it’s possible to grow a relationship from failure to success. True love is possible; true love is a reality; true love is beautiful. True love is not a destination, it’s something you do everyday.

We hope as writers, that we enrich readers’ lives, and provide life lessons about love, marriage, intimacy, give and take, communication, and interrelationships with friends and family as well.

Enjoy this excerpt at the mansion of Alexander Majors, a friend of Rork’s, when Rork leaves town after a romantic evening with Leila, to give her time to think. Leila is having a conversation with Alexander. She is frantic that Rork left:

“I know,” Leila mumbled, “but why do I feel so guilty?”

He leaned forward. “Leila, your whole life you’ve been told the fault lies with you if you fail. I have a rather liberal way of thinking when it comes to how children should be reared.” He sat back and stared into the distance. “Which is one of the reasons I never married. I think I realized my methods would have made life difficult.”

Leila stared at him and whispered, “What are your methods?”
“Simple, don’t conform mindlessly, ever.”
“But one has to get on with society or you’d be an outcast.”

“Not at all. You see, you assumed I meant conform to the social dictates of dress and manners. I would teach a child to be discerning. Your mother doubtless told you to obey your father no matter what he demanded or how he treated you. The same applied to the man you marry. Then you took the unthinkable step of wanting a divorce. That was good.”

“Not according to my parents. They told me it was up to me to make it work.”

“Exactly. They taught you to be responsible for the success or failure of the marriage.” He sat back and smiled. “You perpetuate this ridiculous state by saying Hank’s death is your fault.”

“You don’t understand, Alex. Speaking to Hank when he was drunk or hallucinating only incurred his wrath. I should have chosen the time to tell him more carefully.”

“Why should you be responsible for choosing the right moment? The man was intoxicated most of the time.”

“I suppose.”

“So what are you going to do about Rork?”

Leila shrugged. “If he is going west, he’ll probably go to Atchison to get the coach.” She moved the silver spoon around the soup. She jumped to her feet, dropping the spoon and spilling chowder on the lace tablecloth. “I’ll follow him!”

“Good girl. Now sit and finish your soup while we discuss your plan of action.”

Buoyed by her decision, she sat and ate. “I might not find him, of course.”

Alex buttered a thick slice of bread. “Yes, you will. He’ll have to find a stagecoach willing to let him join them.” He chuckled. “It isn’t like boarding the next train to New York. If not, he’ll have to purchase his own wagon with a team of horses and a driver. He’ll need supplies. He’ll definitely not be leaving in a hurry. ***

Tell all, what’s your romantic experience?

SAMSON & DELILIAH

SAMSON & DELILIAH

When Samson fell for Delilah, a woman from the Valley of Sorek, it marked the beginning of his downfall and eventual demise. It didn’t take long for the rich and powerful Philistine rulers to learn of the affair and pay a visit to Delilah. Samson was judge over Israel at the time and had been taking out great vengeance on the Philistines. Hoping to capture him, the Philistine leaders offered Delilah a sum of money to collaborate with them in a scheme to uncover the secret of Samson’s great strength.

Samson and Delilah by Rubens

Sitting in her grand chaise, depicted here in Rubens painting of Samson and Delilah, with Samson at her feet, Delilah held his head in her hands. She stroked his dark hair, soft like a feathered dove, curls down to his shoulders.

“Samson, you ripped the lion apart with your bare hands.”

“Delilah, my love, is it better the lion rip me apart?”

“My sire, it is good. From where do you get your strength?” She asked in a soft whisper.

Thrice she asked Samson where his strength came from, and thrice he answered falsely.

Once more she asked, “From where do you get your strength?”

His vow to God was never to reveal the source of his strength. He gazed in her eyes and asked, “Why must you know this?”

“You have told me your strength is from your God. This God of yours, how has He done this for you?”

“Delilah, only for you will I divulge what God has given me.”

“Samson, I will love you with my life.”

“My hair must never be cut. My strength will leave me if a razor were to be used on my head.”

When Samson slept on her lap, Delilah summoned her servant to cut Samson’s hair.

Samson's locks shorn

With his locks shorn, Samson’s vow to God was broken.

Rather than killing him, the Philistines humiliated him. They bound him and gouged out his eyes. In the ultimate humiliation,

Samson in the Treadmill

Samson was put to work in prison pounding grain, the task of a woman. In time, his hair began to grow, but the careless Philistines paid no attention.

During a pagan sacrificial ritual, the philistines had gathered in Gaza to celebrate. As was their custom, they paraded their prized enemy prisoner into the temple to entertain the jeering crowds. Samson braced himself between the two central support pillars of the temple and pushed with all his might.

Samson destroys the Temple

Down came the temple, killing Samson, Delilah and 3,000 Philistines. Samson destroyed more of his enemies in this one sacrificial act, than he had previously killed in all the battles of his life.

Today’s blog began with the idea of sharing the Egyptian culture in art and architecture. I was going to describe the furnishings and architecture between the time of Samson and Delilah and King Tutankhamen. Rather, I got caught up in storytelling.

What do you think? Do you have a deep secret? How trusting are you? How deep is your love?

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