Who is Jane Marie Malcolm, the writer? Romanceatheart.com asked the questions and I had a fun time answering. Sample questions below.
Answers are here: http://romanceatheart.com/interview/janemariemalcolm.html
Hi Jane Marie. Thank you for doing this interview. I would like to welcome you to the Romance at Heart Interview and Author Grilling session. *bg* We are interested to find out as much about you as we possibly can, so lets get started...
Do your fans' comments and letters influence you in any way?
Do you have a favorite comment or question from a reader?
How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?
Generally, how long does it take you to write a book?
Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?
Do you feel humour is important in women's fiction and why?
What are your thoughts on love scenes in romance novels, do you find them difficult to write?
What kind of research do you do?
Would you like to write a different genre than you do now, or sub-genre?
Who, if anyone, has influenced your writing?
How long have you been writing - have you always wanted to be a writer?
After you've written your book and it's been published, do you ever buy it and/or read it?
Which comes first, the story, the characters or the setting?
Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?
Thank you, Rose, for asking!
August 29, 2010
August 24, 2010
Mooers & Shakers- Stand Apart from the Herd!
Is your uncle a mooer? Is your best friend a shaker? Are YOU both a mooer and a shaker? Fear not, oh strange one. Here is the perfect logo created just for you by me. Be it on the cover of a unique journal, on a tank top, a pair of boxers, etc., be proud. Be very proud! Click here and see more: http://www.cafepress.com/Mooers.28780400
August 19, 2010
Novel Advice for Men
FreshFiction.com has featured my piece, Novel Advice for Men in their Fresh Buzz Blog section. Thank you, FreshFiction.com! click here: http://freshfiction.com/page.php?id=2786 for more info and jmm (that's me) links on FreshFiction.com.
Calling all wanna-be studs! Have you overheard your significant other say this? "My man is great, but he would be the whole package if only he were more romantic." What do you do? Hang your head in shame or beat your chest to prove your prowess? Do you buy a bottle of wine and grill her a lean piece of meat? Maybe pick up a bouquet of flowers in the grocery store?
That's all well and good, big spender. But I, Gracious Jane Marie, author of historic romantic suspense, have discovered the perfect game plan for growing your romantic muscles. It requires only a pair of eyes, a sports magazine and a paperback romance novel to tuck inside it!
Romance novels are the encyclopedia of love. Here you will learn what women want and how to give it to them: a tender word when all seems lost, a nuzzle to comfort a broken heart, perhaps a clever line with which to tease and flirt. So long as she hasn't read the same book, you're set.
On the other side of the bed, as it were, if your guy imagines himself too macho to actually go to the store and pick up a romance book or even order one online lest the mail carrier sees a glimpse of the cover through a tear in the wrapper, fear not females. You, lovely lady, will have to be the one to purchase the book. Just think how surprised, okay shocked, he will be when he rips away the football print gift wrap to reveal a man's glove and a woman's glove atop a bed of sparkling sand, surrounded by a meandering red ribbon and tropical flowers. (That just happens to be the cover of my novel, The Goodbye Lie.) If you've circled the "good parts", so much the better. Should the story contain a little murder or at least one good bar fight, he'll be hooked! If he is new to your plan, wink, nod and waggle a bare shoulder his way, saying, "This is the instruction manual to find the key to my heart, honey. Try page 130. It will inspire!" Then, just walk away. Give him a few minutes to decipher your meaning, acclimate to the idea, and read the passages you've bookmarked. Meanwhile, as you await the knock on your private chambers, spritz the pillows with a light spray of new-to-him, never before sniffed perfume, just to add to the adventure. After little is said and all is done, he will thank his beautiful and responsive mate and wonder why his father didn't offer this wisdom to his son.
Jane Marie Malcolm aka Gracious Jane Marie is the author of The Goodbye Lie and Amelia Island’s Velvet Undertow, historic romance on Amelia Island, Florida in the 1880s. Enter her gracious world at www.GraciousJaneMarie.com , an 800 plus page website, to celebrate heart and home with roses, recipes and romance. Contact Jane Marie at graciousjanemarie@yahoo.com to join her ever-gracious gathering.
Calling all wanna-be studs! Have you overheard your significant other say this? "My man is great, but he would be the whole package if only he were more romantic." What do you do? Hang your head in shame or beat your chest to prove your prowess? Do you buy a bottle of wine and grill her a lean piece of meat? Maybe pick up a bouquet of flowers in the grocery store?
That's all well and good, big spender. But I, Gracious Jane Marie, author of historic romantic suspense, have discovered the perfect game plan for growing your romantic muscles. It requires only a pair of eyes, a sports magazine and a paperback romance novel to tuck inside it!
Romance novels are the encyclopedia of love. Here you will learn what women want and how to give it to them: a tender word when all seems lost, a nuzzle to comfort a broken heart, perhaps a clever line with which to tease and flirt. So long as she hasn't read the same book, you're set.
On the other side of the bed, as it were, if your guy imagines himself too macho to actually go to the store and pick up a romance book or even order one online lest the mail carrier sees a glimpse of the cover through a tear in the wrapper, fear not females. You, lovely lady, will have to be the one to purchase the book. Just think how surprised, okay shocked, he will be when he rips away the football print gift wrap to reveal a man's glove and a woman's glove atop a bed of sparkling sand, surrounded by a meandering red ribbon and tropical flowers. (That just happens to be the cover of my novel, The Goodbye Lie.) If you've circled the "good parts", so much the better. Should the story contain a little murder or at least one good bar fight, he'll be hooked! If he is new to your plan, wink, nod and waggle a bare shoulder his way, saying, "This is the instruction manual to find the key to my heart, honey. Try page 130. It will inspire!" Then, just walk away. Give him a few minutes to decipher your meaning, acclimate to the idea, and read the passages you've bookmarked. Meanwhile, as you await the knock on your private chambers, spritz the pillows with a light spray of new-to-him, never before sniffed perfume, just to add to the adventure. After little is said and all is done, he will thank his beautiful and responsive mate and wonder why his father didn't offer this wisdom to his son.
Jane Marie Malcolm aka Gracious Jane Marie is the author of The Goodbye Lie and Amelia Island’s Velvet Undertow, historic romance on Amelia Island, Florida in the 1880s. Enter her gracious world at www.GraciousJaneMarie.com , an 800 plus page website, to celebrate heart and home with roses, recipes and romance. Contact Jane Marie at graciousjanemarie@yahoo.com to join her ever-gracious gathering.
August 18, 2010
Happy 11th Anniversary to Us!
www.GraciousJaneMarie.com, a division of www.greenlightWRITE.com, our 800 page website, celebrates 11 years of entertaining our diverse legion of fans. Thank you to all who support our efforts to entertain and enlighten by way of the mind and heart. Here's to many more years and fabulous adventures together. And to the friends we have yet to meet. Thank you all! Nancy Kamp and Jane Marie Malcolm
August 16, 2010
Weekend-New Friends & Fun
Hubby Bruce and I saw Loretta Swit in Amorous Crossing at the newly renovated Alhambra Dinner Theatre in Jacksonville, Florida. A good time and Loretta looked great in this cute bedroom comedy.
August 10, 2010
The New TV
Our television in the front parlor died. (I note that reading the words television and parlor in the same sentence might seem a bit odd, but then you don't live at Stately Martha Manor where the odd is usual and the usual odd...) Bruce, my husband, and I manhandled the ridiculously heavy old TV to the floor from the antique gramophone cabinet on which it sat. No casualties here. We didn't even crack the tile. Being the brainiac I am, I suggested we slide the hand truck beneath it. I'm mechanically inclined, as you can tell. We maneuvered it through, between and around the couch and Queen Ann easy chair, over two thresholds, various fringed throw rugs and the cracks in the driveway, with me following in a crouched position, ready to TRY and catch it should it slide off the dolly. I worried that being bent over like that might leave me in a permanent crouch, but hey, the things we do so as not to miss an episode of Green Acres (GA) reruns and our fav, Arnold Ziffel, the pig. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=598dqo89yZk&NR=1
After much research on my part, we got a new bigger, flat screen TV. It only took Bruce one hour and twenty-seven minutes to figure out how to assemble the stand - and that was without reading the directions! It was a proud moment in the Malcolm family. He came away with just one gouged finger from the pointy end of the screwdriver, too. So there we were. Well past midnight, his bleeding stopped, when we guessed we must need a new cable box of some sort to hook up the HD feature because none of the color coded or pronged pluggy-plugs matched up. Next morning, Brucie called the satellite company and, yuppers, they agreed to come out for a fee, naturally. They were kind enough to put us on their schedule some 10 days later, any time between 8 am to 5 pm. That's a long time without our GA fix.
Then I had another brainstorm. We sometimes watch the evening news while dining. (Shh- don't tell anyone that part because being gracious means one should converse over dinner rather than hear the troubles of the day. Such info may interfere with one's digestion.) I set up our 1950s TV trays in our galley kitchen. Some folks might call it cramped what with Bruce being behind me while I sacrificed myself to the position in front of the hot oven. No worries. "Pepper?" I asked. "Yes, please," he replied. I gingerly reached to the top of the stove without rising and hand it to him. "May I have a spoon?" I inquire of him. "Certainly, my dear," and he opened the silverware drawer, 2 inches from his elbow. The convenience far out-weighed the leg cramps, but we were able to watch the news on the 4 inch screen we have in our kitchen. Occasionally, Bruce would pull out the binoculars, being farthest away, but heck, I was the one sweatin' bullets, wasn’t I.
Mmmmmm. I return to my gracious self once again. All that said, we will attempt the hook-up of our VCR/DVD, yes, I said VCR/DVD player once the satellite guy comes. Remember, baby steps, people, baby steps as we advance in our electronic adventure. What's next? TVs in 3D????
PS This blog entry is pinkish in honor of Arnold. oink oink!
PPS We think Arnold and our very own Swiney, featured player in our Goodbye Lie Tribute, http://www.greenlightwrite.com/prosebeforeswine.html, may be related, but we're not quite sure. We're still working on the family tree.
After much research on my part, we got a new bigger, flat screen TV. It only took Bruce one hour and twenty-seven minutes to figure out how to assemble the stand - and that was without reading the directions! It was a proud moment in the Malcolm family. He came away with just one gouged finger from the pointy end of the screwdriver, too. So there we were. Well past midnight, his bleeding stopped, when we guessed we must need a new cable box of some sort to hook up the HD feature because none of the color coded or pronged pluggy-plugs matched up. Next morning, Brucie called the satellite company and, yuppers, they agreed to come out for a fee, naturally. They were kind enough to put us on their schedule some 10 days later, any time between 8 am to 5 pm. That's a long time without our GA fix.
Then I had another brainstorm. We sometimes watch the evening news while dining. (Shh- don't tell anyone that part because being gracious means one should converse over dinner rather than hear the troubles of the day. Such info may interfere with one's digestion.) I set up our 1950s TV trays in our galley kitchen. Some folks might call it cramped what with Bruce being behind me while I sacrificed myself to the position in front of the hot oven. No worries. "Pepper?" I asked. "Yes, please," he replied. I gingerly reached to the top of the stove without rising and hand it to him. "May I have a spoon?" I inquire of him. "Certainly, my dear," and he opened the silverware drawer, 2 inches from his elbow. The convenience far out-weighed the leg cramps, but we were able to watch the news on the 4 inch screen we have in our kitchen. Occasionally, Bruce would pull out the binoculars, being farthest away, but heck, I was the one sweatin' bullets, wasn’t I.
Mmmmmm. I return to my gracious self once again. All that said, we will attempt the hook-up of our VCR/DVD, yes, I said VCR/DVD player once the satellite guy comes. Remember, baby steps, people, baby steps as we advance in our electronic adventure. What's next? TVs in 3D????
PS This blog entry is pinkish in honor of Arnold. oink oink!
PPS We think Arnold and our very own Swiney, featured player in our Goodbye Lie Tribute, http://www.greenlightwrite.com/prosebeforeswine.html, may be related, but we're not quite sure. We're still working on the family tree.
August 3, 2010
What's That Novel in the Window?
Remember that old NOVELTY tune about a doggie in the window? Here is my reworded version."What is that novel in the window? The one with the tangling tale. Oh what is that novel in the window? I do hope that novel's on sale."
Sharon Vernon came all the way from Joplin, MO, just to look in the bookstore window of Books Plus in Fernandina, Florida to see my novels in the The Goodbye Lie series! Did I mention, she also was on vacation with her family, visiting us since she, my husband, Bruce, and her husband, Butch, have been friends since grade school? Some kind of wonderful, huh?
Thank you, Butch and Sharon and Kelli and Wayne. Your vacation became ours as we toured our little town once more. This time from the water!
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