Kathy
Altman writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense and the occasional ode to
chocolate. Her work has received numerous awards, including the prestigious
Daphne du Maurier. She’s also a regular contributor to USA Today’s “Happy Ever
After” blog.
When
Kathy’s not writing, reading or putting in her forty hours a week as a computer
programmer for the Air Force, she enjoys baking, watching the CiarĂ¡n Hinds
version of Persuasion, and making
other people feel superior by letting them win at Scrabble.
She
lives in rural Virginia with a crowd of cats and her sweetie, who’s a fellow
book addict and an avid fly fisherman. Kathy lives in hope that one day he’ll
actually agree to use their passports
(before they expire again).
Kathy is a
member of Romance Writers of America (RWA) and Washington Romance Writers (WRW).
You can find her online at www.kathyaltman.com, or email her at kathy@kathyaltman.com—she’d enjoy hearing from you!
The Rockville 8 would like to give Kathy a warm welcome!
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Every June, I spend a
fortune on strawberries. I buy them in 3-quart flats from a local berry farm,
and those 3 quarts don’t even last me a week.
Usually I enjoy them plain,
but I have been known to toss a few into a blender (just to keep the rum and/or
ice cream company). And every now and then I’ll top a bowl of the berries with
fresh whipped cream and toffee bits. Yum! Anyway, by the end of the season (and
of course it is already the end of the season), I’ll have spent easily a
couple hundred dollars on strawberries. And I spend another six weeks loudly
lamenting that the strawberry season is far too short.
So why don’t I just grow my
own? I’ll show you. This is one of my flowerbeds.
Need I say more? Yep. I’m a full-blown tragedy in the garden. Perennials quiver, tomato plants titter, and weeds greet me like old family friends whenever I venture outside. When God was handing out green thumbs, I thought He said “demon rum”, so I politely refused. I’m making up for it now, though. Take another look at that picture—can you blame me?!
This is why I chose to live
vicariously through my heroine Parker Dean. She nurtures not only three
greenhouses worth of thriving plants, but uses her strawberry brilliance to
produce juicy red morsels of home-grown joy. If I want strawberries from my own
yard, I’m stuck with the wild kind—the kind that god-knows-what-critter has
peed on. (It’s also called the mock strawberry—and yes, I choose to take that
personally.)
I also gave my heroine
gorgeous red hair, and her very own Army soldier to play with. Alas, two things
we don’t have in common. But we both
share less-than-stellar fashion sense, and our steadfast belief that a stack of
chocolate chip pancakes contains a lot of happy.
Why
haven’t I figured this out before, that I can live vicariously through my
heroines? Besides pairing her with my current Hollywood crush, I mean? I’ve
always been so concerned with making sure a reader could identify with my
protagonist that until The Other Soldier
I completely missed the opportunity to endow my heroine with one of the many
skills I’ve fantasized about cultivating. (Obviously I’m a late bloomer—and of course
I use the word “bloom” very loosely.)
Earn
a helicopter pilot’s license? My heroine could do that. Learn Arabic? No
sweat—heck, she could learn that and
Mandarin at the same time! Master the Brazilian martial art of Capoeira? Done.
Hang glide off a Hawaiian volcano? She is so
there. Become a firearms expert? Pastry chef? Private investigator? Check,
check and check. Guess I’d better get
busy dreaming up some plots to showcase all of those talents!
So
if you’re a writer, what super special skill have you bestowed on your hero or
heroine? Have you ever read or written a character that inspired you to learn how
to do something in particular? (Writing about Parker and her strawberries has
definitely made me determined to try growing my own again—though this time I’ll
make sure I have supervision. And my hero Reid knows how to rappel—that’s a
definite addition to my bucket list.)
Have
you ever written a character with whom you have nothing in common? Huh—is that even possible?
I have a copy of The Other Soldier I’d love to share with
someone, so please leave a comment. Once I’m done teaching my heroine how to
pick a lock I’ll pick a winner. :-)
Many
thanks to everyone for stopping in today! And a very special thanks to all of
the lovely and gifted Rockville 8 ladies for inviting me to blog! You never
fail to entertain and educate here—thank you for letting me be part of the fun!
Corporal Reid Macfarland has one mission: to make amends for the mistake he lives with every day. That friendly-fire incident in Afghanistan that killed a fellow soldier haunts him. Maybe if he can help the widow, he'll find some peace.
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Corporal Reid Macfarland has one mission: to make amends for the mistake he lives with every day. That friendly-fire incident in Afghanistan that killed a fellow soldier haunts him. Maybe if he can help the widow, he'll find some peace.
But
amends are easier said than done. Just one meeting with the independent and
engaging Parker Dean makes it clear that forgiveness is a little more
complicated than offering money or an apology. If he really wants to help, Reid
has to stick around for a while. The more their daily lives intertwine, the
more he realizes her forgiveness isn't the only thing he needs—he needs her.