Casey Clifford shared first sales roses with me and Helen C. Johannes at that memorable WisRWA conference in 2009. She's an amazing educator and author, and an even more amazing person. Her tag line, "Wise women. Sensitive heroes. Thoughtful stories.", shines in each and ever word of her writing. Please help me welcome Casey!
Thank you, Mary, for this opportunity to tell your readers
about my latest writing project and how it came about.
Would you believe the germ of this story emerged from long
solitary walks to and from campus during the years I was going to graduate
school?
And that was in the 1970s!
My main character BJ Kelly was like that imaginary friend
some kids develop in early childhood. But for me, she was a companion when I
didn’t want to think about lectures, papers and projects.
After graduate school, I settled into my career and raising
my children. Once the boys were pretty much grown and my career firmly settled,
my desire to write fiction reasserted itself. I took classes and studied
writing craft in my spare time. When I retired, and people kept telling me I should
write a book about my life, I laughed.
I would write books and began the process of submission.
Sometime, maybe after the fourth manuscript and about the 1000th time someone
said “write about your life” well, BJ popped into my head.
No, I wasn’t and still aren’t ready to write my life story,
fictionalized or not, but BJ was more than willing to help me tell hers. And
thus Soul String was created.
All 250,000 words. Yep, way too long, especially for today’s
reading world. So I cut, edited, and set the manuscript aside. Wrote a
different book. Then pulled out Soul String again. Fell in love with the story
and did some more cutting, revising and editing. Set the book aside again.
Wrote another book. And another book.
Even finally, wonder of wonders, got published. Finally…and
won the Holt Medallion for Literary Achievement for best first book and the
Write Touch Readers’ Award for Best Romantic Suspense. Wrote the sequel to that
book and another one after that.
When someone said to me again, “when you writing about your
life?” Not happening…So I wrote another book.
But BJ kept bugging me. The publishing world was changing
drastically. Readers were reading with Kindles and Nooks, on their phones or
iPads. Indie publishing was becoming accepted and readers were grabbing up
shorter books.
But I had this book, now more manageable at about 110,000
words and BJ was bugging the heck out of me. She wanted her story in the hands
of readers!
If I knew anything at all about BJ, who now wanted to be
called Brenna, was determination and achieving her goals drove her.
So I pulled out the manuscript with her whispering in my
ear. “Do it. Now.”
I looked the story over, fell in love with it again,
realized a needed to make a few changes but those would be easy. (You can imagine,
Brenna was clapping gleefully and urging me on.) But I still struggled with the
length of it.
Then I remembered how novellas seemed to be really selling
well, especially digitally. Taking that idea, I re-evaluated the manuscript. I
thought of the popularity of the miniseries or short season TV programs.
And made a decision to cut Brenna’s story into parts. Thus
the Soul String Saga was born. Brenna overjoyed. She even leaves me along now
except once a week or so, she eggs me about writing my own story. I just shake
me head. Not a chance.
Soul String is the story of BJ, Brenna Kelly, a determined
young woman from an Irish Catholic family. These five novellas are the story of
her journey through her twenties and thirties. You all know how challenging
those years can be.
Her journey starts in the early 1970s and ends in the early
1990s. Times of change and turmoil for women seeing themselves as wanting
different things from what women traditionally wanted. Striving for careers and
success, finding challenges in breaking the mold or following their dreams,
finding love and losing it, gaining enemies and dealing with it.
I’m partial. I’ve loved BJ since she kept me company on
those long walks to and from campus all those years ago. I loved the life she
chose and how she lived it. I feel fortunate she’s allowed me to meet those in
her life who became friends, lovers, enemies. She’s given me a rousing time
creatively.
I hope readers will feel the same.
Currently, Soul String
Saga is available in digital format through Kindle, Nook, KOBO, and Apple. They
are Soul String, Book 1, Soul String: The Key—Book 2, and Soul String: Broken—Book 3. Book 4
should be available the day Mary posts this. Book 5 which ends the series,
should hopefully be available in late April 2013. For those of you who still
love print, I’m expecting the series to be in print this summer.
I hope you enjoy the blurb and excerpt below for Soul String: Passport, Book 4.
Available: Kindle Kindle
Nook Nook
Land a contract. Have passport, will travel. Falling in love optional…
The contract required
a trip to London for a business meeting…
Brenna knows this meeting could spell disaster for her and
Kelly Worldwide. Or offer an opportunity to increase her profits and produce
increased career opportunities. She doesn’t expect the immediate attraction she
feels to the man she meets…
Quinn Harrington is determined to expand his family company
but realizes he needs Brenna’s talents to further his plans. A widower raising
a teenaged daughter he’s not prepared for the powerful impact Brenna has for
him as a woman. A cautious man he offers another project to see what she can do
with a complex situation.
A year in France, a complicated problem resolved and more
travel convinces Brenna this kind of work really appeals to her. When Quinn
offers another opportunity to travel to India, China and Japan, she agrees.
This decision changes
the course of their lives…
(A scene from Chapter 1)
“You’re alive, smiling, and able to talk. Your meeting must
have gone well.” Nick bussed her on her cheek just before she slid into the
booth opposite him.
“You were right. Quinn Harrington is a fair man.”
“But you dazzled him, right?” He poured her a glass of
champagne he’d ordered before she arrived.
“How’d you know? Did he call you?” Her last was more
accusation than question.
“Heck no. I’ve got faith in you, and the Brits celebrate
with champagne.” He raised his glass to toast. She followed suit.
“Well, he didn’t outright agree. But the options are out
there for him now.”
“And you’re still alive to drink champagne with me.”
“And eat soon, I hope. I’m starved.”
“So we’ll order and drink and you can tell me all about it.”
Brenna looked at him after she ordered. What a gorgeous man.
Sexy as men came. Full of swagger and flirtation. He’d become a good friend.
They’d traveled many miles since she started working with HLM. They’d shared
many fun times with him. Especially since Caleb walked away.
But never once other than that first night when they danced
at Debbie and Will’s wedding had she ever felt a twinge of real sexual desire
for him. Sometime about a year after receiving Caleb’s letter, she decided that
she must have put away all those feelings in that same little box that held his
ring, letter, and the key to their Soul String Hideaway.
Because if any red-blooded male could have tempted her it
should have been Nick.
Instead today, she felt that old familiar twinge when Quinn
Harrington and her knees briefly touched. Since he moved away as quickly as she
did and his eyes never lost that twinkle of interest, she knew.
He’d felt it too.
“Hey, boss lady, you’re a million light years away. Reliving
your victory, are you? Should we be calling your meeting the Miracle on
Bishopsgate?” He forked up a bit of his steak and kidney pie.
She stabbed at her shepherd’s pie. “Guess I was. Going over
what I might have improved on.”
“Well don’t. We’re celebrating. You’re success. Now eat.”
When they finished which took a while since the pub wasn’t
rushed, Nick ordered a single malt since he didn’t have to drive. She ordered
tea while she looked over the dessert menu.
“Want to share a dessert?” she asked him. Oftentimes they
shared one when they shared a meal like tonight.
“Depends on what you’re thinking of ordering.”
“Oh, something decidedly English. Not something we’d likely
get in Milwaukee.” She glanced at him and chuckled. “I’m leaning toward
syllabub. My dairy farmer’s daughter heritage must be asserting itself. It’s
made with rich cream, sugar and wine. How could we go wrong?”
“I guess…don’t think it’ll mix well with my scotch.”
“I’m getting it. I think the name is jolly.”
“Oh, save me. She turning into a Brit,” he teased.
“Exactly why I said it that way. But I am intrigued by the
name. It rolls off my tongue in a delightful way.”
“Now you’re sounding like Mary Poppins.”
“But I don’t use my bumbershoot to get around.”
The server came and set a syllabub serving set on a lovely
plate in front of Brenna.
“Looks pretty bland…” Nick grumbled.
Brenna spooned up a taste. Rolled it around in her mouth as
if she were tasting wine. “But it tastes yummy.”
“I think I’ll pass…” He took another sip of scotch as she
took another bite.
“More for me that way.” She took another bite and shot Nick
a grin. “You’re the best, fly boy. Thanks…celebrating alone wouldn’t have been
nearly as much fun.”
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Casey's giving away an eBook copy of Soul String: Passport (or 5 if the winner already has 4, to be sent when it's available) to one lucky commenter! Through Thursday, winner picked by random number Friday. (Please leave your email if you want Casey to contact you directly if you win.)
