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Welcome to The Wormhole and my day on the tour.
It is my pleasure to feature Blair McDowell and Sonata.
I started to write soon after I found my first pencil. But I began to write for publication about 30 years ago -- professional books. I wrote six of them, all still in print and still in use. Only lately have I turned to fiction. I'd have done it a lot sooner if I'd had any idea how much fun it was!
I’ve lived in many different places. The
cities call to me. I love US San Francisco and Seattle and the wonderful .
-- among the most open welcoming people in the world, and a wide open young
country with incredible land and sea scapes, with amazing animal and bird life
right out of science fiction. Australia
-- HOME. The place where I belong. Canada
I travel a lot. I usually spend the month of October in Europe,
or Italy, and the winter in
a little house I built many years ago on a small non-touristy .
I have worked and studied in many places -- Caribbean Island Hungary,
Australia the US and Canada,
and have spoken in most of the States and Provinces as well as Taiwan and various cities in Europe. I enjoy being surrounded by cultures other
than my own. I enjoy my own as well -- but variety is indeed the spice of my
I keep busy -- and I love my life. I love meeting the people who come here to the west coast of
in my B&B. I love traveling after the tourist season is over. And I love
writing. My interests?? Music, especially opera, reading everything in print,
and Writing. And walking on the beach
and swimming. At one point I had hoped to swim in every major sea and ocean.
I've realized that may not be possible in one lifetime -- but trying has been
Blair has joined us today for an interview:
? When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I’m not sure I ever made any conscious decision. I’ve just always written. I’m one of the few who actually enjoyed writing term papers in college. I’ve always written voluminous letters to friends. And I started writing fiction and even poetry as a child.
? How many jobs did you have before you became a writer?
Writing was always a part of every job I’ve ever had. I was a teacher and involved at the district level in writing curriculum, then as a university professor I was expected to write and I did—six books. Now I’m writing fiction and have just finished the first draft of my fourth novel. Fiction is by far my favorite writing.
? How long does it take you to write a book?
My first draft—maybe six months. But what happens after that can take another six. The revising and rethinking are very important to me. I don’t usually consider a book “finished” until the third draft.
? What would you say is your most interesting writing quirk?
I really can’t think of any. Of course, my friends all make fun of the way I sit at the computer with my left hand holding up my head and my right hand doing all the typing.
? Do you have a routine that you use to get into the right frame of mind to write?
None at all. I’m always ready to write. I get really snarly when things keep me from writing.
? Where do you get your ideas or inspiration for your characters?
I’ve lived a long time and known MANY interesting people. I never just reproduce anyone I’ve known, but I have a sort of mental file of character traits and behaviors to draw from.
? How do you decide what you want to write about?
It usually comes to me rather spontaneously. And it’s most often a particular setting that engages me. In Sonata it was Canada’s Sunshine Coast, where I’m fortunate enough to live.
? What books have most influenced your life?
I can never answer this question. I read voraciously and many books have touched me.
? What is the first book you remember reading by yourself?
Millions and Billions and Trillions of Cats. I have no idea who the author was. I was about five years old.
? What are you reading right now?
Odd you should ask. I’m re-reading Daphne Du Maurier, Frenchman’s Creek, a book that originally came out in 1941. It’s just been re-released on Amazon. It’s quite dated, but her writing is still beautiful and the story is lovely.
? What do you like to do when you are not writing?
Read, swim, cook. In that order.
? What is your favorite comfort food?
Gnocchi ai Quarto Formaggio. Little potato dumplings in a four cheese sauce. Sheer heaven.
? What do you think makes a good story?
First of all, interesting characters. Second an interesting setting. Plot matters, but for me it’s only a distant third place.
? Who would you consider your favorite author and why?
I simply can’t answer that question, there are so many good ones. But I buy every Nora Roberts, every Donna Leon and every Andrea Camillieri.
? What book, if any, do you read over and over again?
I have reread many books at a distance of a few years—but no one in particular.
Fun random questions:
· dogs or cats? DOGS
· Coffee or tea? Coffee
· Dark or milk chocolate? Dark
· Rocks or flowers? Flowers
· Night or day? Day
· Favorite color? Red
· Crayons or markers? Crayons
· Pens or pencils? Pens
Sonata by Blair McDowell
Genre: Romantic mystery
Publisher: Rebel Ink Press
Number of pages: 130 ~ Word Count: 56,500
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVAhOqelyEE
Purchase Link: http://www.blairmcdowell.com/Sonata.html
A jewel heist…
When renowned concert artist, Sayuri McAllister, returns to the west coast of Canada after an absence of five years, she discovers her family home has been a broken into and jewelry worth two million dollars is missing. Michael Donovan, Sayuri’s old high school flame, now a detective with the Vancouver Police Department, is the officer in charge of the case.
What chance can he have…
Michael takes one look at Sayuri and falls in love with her all over again. But they parted in anger years ago and Sayuri is no longer the innocent girl he once knew. What chance can there be for a
cop with someone as famous as Sayuri McAllister? Especially when that cop is investigating her
family and friends? Vancouver
An unexpected marriage…
Then Sayuri’s widowed father, Sean, marries Alyssa James, a woman Sayuri has never even met. The three live uneasily together in the Point Grey mansion until the unexpected arrival of Alyssa’s brother, Hugh James, a devastatingly handsome, charming Irishman who immediately begins a campaign to bed and wed the delicious and wealthy Sayuri.
Things take a dangerous turn…
Accidents begin to happen. Or are they accidents? Nothing is as it seems. Michael distrusts Hugh James and fears that Sayuri’s life may be in danger.
Short Excerpt: The following excerpt takes place the first time that Sayuri goes to Michael’s apartment.
As they went down in the elevator and across to the park, Michael spoke to the dog, “So far so good. We’ve got her in my apartment. I expect your full cooperation tonight. Whatever happens you are not to climb on the bed, should I get so lucky, or slobber all over Sayuri. If there’s any slobbering to be done, I’ll do it. Got it, buddy?”
Buttercup wagged her tail furiously, nearly knocking over a passing pedestrian.
Michael thought about how Sayuri had looked when she answered the door. So cool and composed. Delectable. Good enough to eat. Down boy, he reminded himself. Don’t blow it now. You’ve got her this far.
Taking a deep breath he muttered, “Keep it cool.” Then he looked at his dog. “Okay, Buttercup, do your thing so we can get back up there.”
She heard the key in the lock and a moment later man and dog were back in the room. Buttercup trotted over to Sayuri and leaned against her, looking up at her adoringly with one blue and one brown eye.
“That was quick,” Sayuri commented as she scratched the dog behind her ears.
“She was anxious to get back to you. We don’t often have visitors. Actually, I’m surprised at her reaction to you. She usually hides under the bed when there’s anyone she doesn’t know in the apartment.”
“Under the bed? I can’t believe she can get all that bulk under a bed. Just what kind of dog is she? I’ve never seen anything like her. She’s huge. And those eyes are amazing.”
Sayuri moved to the armchair and sat down. Buttercup followed her and put her massive head in Sayuri’s lap.
“Clearly she’s fallen in love with you. The vet thought she was probably half Malamute and half
, but I’m
pretty sure there’s some wolf in the mixture. And the two different color eyes
are unusual, but they do happen, particularly in those breeds.” Newfoundland
“Did you say wolf?”
“Watch.” Michael came over to the dog, knelt down beside her and put his arm around her. He lifted his head back and started to howl. The dog threw her head straight back and joined him. The sound was at one and the same time musical and eerie.
“Wow.” Sayuri stared at the dog. “I haven’t heard anything like that since I was twelve years old and went on a canoeing trip up Desolation Sound with my father. We could hear the wolves from our campsite every night. I loved the sound.”
“Don’t let her howl give you any ideas about Buttercup’s personality. Her wolf genes begin and end with her howl. She’s a complete wimp.”
“She’s a big dog for an apartment dweller.”
“Yes, well, I didn’t exactly choose her. She just sort of happened.” Michael paused. You see, I’m in the R.A.A. Unit.”
“Robbery, Assault, Arson. We got an anonymous call that there was a break and enter in progress at an apartment house on the east side. When my partner and I answered the call, we didn’t find a robbery in progress. What we found was found a room full of people cutting and bagging cocaine. We called immediately for backup, but before it could come, gun fire was exchanged and people got hurt. It wasn’t supposed to have happened that way.”
Michael paused and frowned. Sayuri wondered if he was going to say anything more.
Then he sighed. “When it was all sorted out, as we were to leaving the scene I heard whimpering. I pulled this small scrawny shivering mass of matted fur out from under the bed. I was supposed to take her to the SPCA, but I didn’t. I took her home with me. She couldn’t have been more than two months old and she was half starved and filthy. I fed her and bathed her and the next day I took her to the vet for a checkup. He said there was nothing wrong with her that food and love wouldn’t cure.”
“So you had a dog.”
“I had a dog. I had no idea at the time she was going to grow into a giant hairy mammoth.” This was spoken with obvious affection as he ruffled the dog’s head.
“But her name?”
“Just look at her.”
Sayuri studied the dog. She had fur as thick as a bear’s, only longer. Her underbelly was white and everywhere else she was brown and black and white in large splotches. “I don’t get it.”
“Look under her chin.”
Sayuri laughed. “Of course.” There was a large spot of bright yellow there.
The dog, tired of being the object of so much attention, moved to the fireplace, circled three times and plopped down in front of it.
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