Hello Friends. For those of you who do not know me, I write historical romance tangled with suspense and mystery under the pen name Wareeze Woodson. My books are mostly Regency, however I also have a historical western to be released in May titled Bittersweep.
I am including a short blurb for Bittersweep:
Yellow fever ran rampant over most of the state of Texas around 1882 striking the town of Bittersweep deeply. The disaster spilled over into five-year old Elizabeth Campbell’s life, tearing her family apart. From the seat of a wagon, holding her baby sister in her arms, she viewed her home growing smaller and smaller in the distance. Men had shouted at her papa to never return. Fifteen years later she arrived at Bittersweep to take a teaching position and to discover what really happened all those years ago.
My other titles available now:
Conduct Unbecoming of a Gentleman—An Enduring Love—A Lady’s Vanishing Choices—After She Became a Lady. Available on Amazon and at Soul Mate Publishing
Besides the view of my book covers. I decided to include a very personal touch. I am including a picture of the first present I received from my future husband. It is a lovely craved wooden box filled with candy. We were in high-school at the time.
Bio of Wareeze Woodson:
I am a native of Texas and still live in this great state. I write period romance tangled with suspense. I married my high school sweetheart, years and years ago. We raised four children and have eight wonderful grandchildren. At the moment, all my children and my grandchildren live within seventy miles of our home, lots of visits. My husband and I still love each other after all these years the stuff romance is made of, Happy Ever After!
I lost my love December 10, 2016 to cancer. He’ll always live in my heart.
My first present from him was a beautiful carved wooden box filled with chocolates
The last gift I received from him appeared under the Christmas tree after he was gone. A beautiful porcelain music box.
When I received an email announcing the acceptance of my first book Conduct Unbecoming of a Gentleman by Soul Mate Publishing, I was elated. I ran out of the house waving a copy of my email calling for my husband at the top of my lungs. He dropped his tools and came running expecting the worst. The best had happened. Finally, I was a real author. LOL!
I advise new writers to join a few RWA chapters. Meet with critique partners and write, write, write. You must not be sensitive. Accepting criticism without wanting to hurl your computer against the wall is helpful and will toughen you for the kill or do I mean equip you with skills. That comes when you are finally published. Don’t take the reviews to heart, some are cruel and make an author want to give up. Don’t do it. Your book cannot be published if you don’t write it. Keep on keeping on.
I wrote a piece on scene construction for a Soul Mate Publishing blog post and I’d like to share part of it with you. I decided to bring the heroine of the story to life. This is my work in progress: ISABEL
Are readers interested in the workings behind the scene? Some say readers are curious about what it takes to write a book. Here is a small glimpse behind the scene of writing. When I write my historical novels, I must create my own worlds. The Regency/Victorian era is a historical fact, but make-believe, for all that because the time in the 1800s no longer exists. With each story, the scene must be created—when in time, day or night, where-location and what is happening. What the character sees, feels, and wants—all must be imagined and displayed for the reader.
Although the author has many historical facts to draw from, the story must exist in the world created by the writer. The colors, the sounds, the tastes and the smells add flavor to the story. The reader wants to visit these places through the character’s point of view and safely absorb the emotions as well. All rather a lot to provide for the reader and the bar is set high with expectations.
ENTER A SCENE CREATED FOR YOU, THE READER:
The flame of the candle flickered and glinted off the in-laid sliver on the barrel of the pistol pointed directly at Isabel. Fear griped her by the throat. She caught her breath, unable to move or even swallow.
The drapes billowed into the room on a sharp breeze before settling back to the floor with a barely discernable swoosh. The smell of London after a downpour, drifted into the open window, cleansed but still dominated by the odor of horses, foot traffic, and a tavern down the way. She shivered when her drenched cloak swung against the layers of her petticoats with a chilling heaviness. The damp cloth clung to her ankles while moisture trickled down her features into her eyes. She scarce blinked, her gaze captured by the gun.
The longcase clock in the hall chimed once echoing down the empty passageway. Even at this hour, the sound of a carriage rumbling over the cobbled-stones in front of the mansion reached the upper level.
I hope I’ve raised several questions in your mind with these few sentences. Is the man with the pistol the hero or the villain? Is this Isabel’s house, or did she enter the building for some nefarious purpose? What happens next?
I created a small glimpse of this world of danger, building tension yet the reader is safe. This is the world of my imagination. I like this world where velvet and fine jaconet muslins were worn to the Assemblies at Almack, where danger lurks before and after the ball, as well. The lives of the characters also dwell in this created world. What will happen to her, to him in this tale? Only the author of this created world knows and I’m not telling. After all, this is only make-believe, created in the imagination. I decided to take up the tale. ISABEL
In my world of writing, I have created four published works. All are Regency romances mixed with suspense and mystery except my May release. That one is a historical western. Thanks for visiting with me.