Friday, November 17, 2017

Interview with children's author Patricia Furstenberg


Today, I'd like to welcome Romania-born South African children's author Patricia Furstenberg, whose children's books I've enjoyed as an adult. Animals are a common element in Furstenberg's writings but there's more to that.

In this exclusive interview, Patricia Furstenberg answers lots of questions about her books, writing, family, and how all of this comes together in her books.

What's Patricia Furstenberg written?

Check out Nadaness In Motion's five-star book reviews for Joyful Trouble, a historical fiction, children's book about a dog named Joyful Trouble who becomes enlisted as ordinary seamen in the South African navy! And Puppy, 12 Months of Rhymes and Smiles, which tackles the first 12 months of a new born puppy's life.




But the truth is, she's written tons of children's books! She talks about several in the interview below. 

Nadaness In Motion: Are you a full time author? What do you do when you're not writing, marketing, or working on your books?

Pat Furstenberg: I see my life as fulfilled; writing my books helps me balance my family life. When I am not writing I am a mother and a wife. I don’t know if I could write full time as having a family keeps me grounded and fuels my desire to create, to plan my writing life and to succeed.


Nadaness In Motion: Have any of your books been translated? If you could pick only one book or one series to be translated, which would it be?
Pat Furstenberg: This is a wonderful path that I plan to follow in the near future. I would like to see my books translated in my native language, Romanian, as there is a market for them over there, especially for Happy Friends. If you grow up picking up acorns and building snowmen then you can definitely establish a connection with Little Tail the dog and his desire to meet Snow, or with the acorns spread all throughout my first children’s book, Happy Friends.


Nadaness In Motion: You've used South Africa as a setting in Joyful Trouble, how has your country and its history influenced your writing in general?

Pat Furstenberg: I have lived in South Africa for almost two decades now. Living in one place means so much more than being alive and going through your day by day life. You absorb the sense of that place, the rhythm of its lifestyle. Bits of the country’s history stick to you, speak to you - especially if you have an interest in history and research like I do.

Getting a sense of South Africa as a country is evident in Joyful Trouble as well as in my last three books, The Elephant and the Sheep, The Cheetah and the Dog, The Lion and the Dog.

South Africa is nicknamed “the rainbow nation” and with good reason. There is a fantastic mix of cultures, lifestyles and people; it is a place of utmost inspiration for a writer.


Nadaness In Motion: How old are your children? At what time during your book's publication do you let your children read your upcoming books?

When I began writing my books my children were the right age to enjoy them, which they did. Right now they are a little bit too old to read children’s stories. My daughter though, with her sharp teen observing eye and blunt point of view helps me proofread parts of my stories.


Nadaness In Motion: Do your children inspire your writing in anyway? Can you tell us how or give an example?


Pat Furstenberg: My children are my first source of inspiration. All throughout their lives we fashioned make-believe scenarios or imagined how different animals would talk and act, especially our dogs! What goes through their minds and what their mimic can mean… This was a great source of inspiration for me when I wrote Puppy, 12 Months of Rhymes and Smiles.

For example in A New Name for Puppy, I thought of the days when we got our dogs. What an exciting time it was for my children to think of an appropriate name. Then I asked myself, what were these puppies thinking of us? We adopted them from the local kennel where they shared a cage. And suddenly, they had a whole family and love, while still being together.

In Waiting for Snow, I thought of the times when my children experienced snow, in my native Romania. And you know what? No matter their age, they get excited when the first snow falls and are ready to go out and embrace it at any time in the day.


Nadaness In Motion: Have you considered writing books outside the children's genre? What do you have in store for readers?

Pat Furstenberg: I most definitely did. I have the plot ready for a historical novel and I am so looking forward to writing it. I have also been thinking to breech into the Young Adult genre as well; I have a few ides in mind, perhaps a series.


Nadaness In Motion: From your list of publications, I know you have a special spot for dogs and puppies, particularly since you've lived with many of them for most of your life. What other animals have you written about or are planning to write about?

Pat Furstenberg: You cannot live in South Africa and not write about lions and elephants! A cheetah also walked the pages of one of my books; a lizard and a squirrel too. Even a bee, but she was a friendly bee.




Nadaness In Motion: In your biography, you said you became a writer through reading. What book(s) inspired you to start writing?

Pat Furstenberg: It must have been An Autobiography by Agatha Christie. It was reading about the woman sitting at the writer’s desk. Although I was in my teens when I first discovered this book, an idea began to grow in a corner of my mind. Being a writer was not a myth anymore; writers were actually human beings, women too!


Nadaness In Motion: What advice can you give aspiring authors looking to write children's books?

Pat Furstenberg: Read a lot, then find the child in yourself. Sit on the floor and look at life from a child’s eye-level. Don’t lose hope and be persistent.

Nadaness In Motion: What countries are on your bucket list? Will you consider using any of them or their history as setting in your upcoming books?

Pat Furstenberg: I have been fortunate enough to travel quite a bit in my youth. Romania is always on my bucket list, it is a magical place, both modern and drenched in history.

Italy would come next, I have never been there and I would like to write something set in Venice. I have an idea that’s been with me for many years, it is probably time I allow it to grow.

Turkey would be next; its history is so entwined with the past of my native country that I cannot write about one without mentioning the other. Besides, I am still waiting to taste the real Turkish coffee!


Venice. Image found online.

Nadaness In Motion: If you can tell your readers, old and new, one thing, what would it be?

Pat Furstenberg: Read, it’s magical!


A note from Patricia Furstenburg!

Thank you, Nada, I thoroughly enjoyed answering your interview questions. I hope we will collaborate again in the future; it is an honour being featured on your website, Nadaness In Motion.


More about Patricia Furstenberg and how to connect with her:

Patricia Furstenberg came to writing through reading. She is known to carry a book or pen and paper everywhere she goes.
Patricia enjoys writing for children because she can take abstract, grown-up concepts and package them in attractive, humorous, child-friendly words and pictures, while adding sensitivity and lots of love. What fuels her is a need to write and… coffee, “None. Plus? Five cups.”
After completing her Medical Degree in Romania, she moved to South Africa where she now lives with her husband, children, and their dogs.


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Check out Nadaness In Motion's book reviews.


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Takhayyal writing prompt 75: Uncage Me

Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen, Artists, Poets, Writers, Authors, Dreamers, Friends and Family; Welcome EVERYONE to Nadaness In Motion's bi-weekly picture-prompt writing challenge Takhayyal.





Arabic for Imagine, Takhayyal is a challenge for writers of all ages and genres; a place to spark creativity and explore new genres.
Your post can be in English or Arabic, prose, poetry, short story, flash fiction; you name it and write it.

General rules:
·        No nudity, violence, and/or abuse.
·        Leave the link to your post in comments below OR post your piece as REPLY to this post
·        Your piece MUST be inspired in some way or other by the above picture
·        Multiple entries allowed
·        It is not required but it is a nice and encouraging gesture to comment on others' pieces.
·        Feel free to add your Twitter handle (@....) so I can tag you in my tweets!

Let's IMAGINE!

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Mid-NaNoWriMo? Progress Is Progress - Blog post


Is it truly 15 November? Whoever invented the term/idea that "time flies" wasn't joking!

We're mid-month, mid-NaNoWriMo and I'm way behind on my word count!

I must admit, I wish I weren't working full time to I could at least catch up.

There were days when I didn't write at all, when I just desperately needed to sleep! There were a couple of others when I sat in front of the laptop screen not sure how to continue from the point I had reached.

But here we are the 15th that's two weeks in with 17,500 words out of 25,005 words!

But do you what's the best thing about this?

In these 15 days, I've almost accomplished what I had accomplished in my other writing project in the past three months!

Between August and October, I wrote around 18,500 words in Darya's story. In my NaNoWriMo project I've jotted down almost as much with my 17,500 words. Can you believe that? Or better can I believe that?

It means I can do it! And I will do it!

It also means I can raise my target, build on my accomplishments and enjoy writing and seeing my projects grow.

I'll be doing another post on 1 December with my overall NaNoWriMo word count accomplishment(s) and provide more updates in the novel I'm currently working on. All I can say now is that it's a paranormal cozy mystery.

If you don't know what a cozy mystery, it's a sub-genre of mystery that's lighter and where the protagonist, or main character, is usually not a detective but an amateur sleuth looking to solve a murder.

Find out more about the cozy mystery genre in Kirsten Weiss' joint article titled "What is a Cozy Mystery? How have Arab readers been introduced to the genre?"


Feel free to check out my book reviews of other cozy mystery books I've read.


If you're taking part in NaNoWriMo, feel free to share your progress updates below so we can support each other.

For those who are unfamiliar with NaNoWriMo, it stands for National Novel Writing Month, and takes place every November. It is a time when authors huddle behind their computers, ditch the housework, and work on writing 50,000 words in a month. 

No an easy feat, I assure you!


Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Mad Magic by Nicole Conway - Excerpt & Giveaway


Mad Magic
Nicole Conway
Published by: Month9Books
Publication date: 14 November 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Mad Magic is a beautifully dark and rich Young Adult fantasy from Nicole Conway, bestselling author of the Dragonrider Chronicles. 
Josie Barton is a high school student living in terror. Invisible creatures torment her everywhere she goes, constantly getting her into trouble at school, and even haunting her apartment. But just when Josie thinks things couldn’t get any worse . . . she meets the guy from across the hall. 
Zeph Clemmont is a changeling with enemies in all the worst places, fighting to undo a curse that threatens to end his life. Survival means he will have to swallow his pride and trust Josie with all his darkest secrets. 
With the help of a gun-slinging shaman and the enigmatic Prince of Nightmares, Zeph and Josie are only a heartbeat away from defeating one of the most diabolical faerie villains their world has ever known.
EXCERPT:
WHAT IS MAGIC?
“Magic is like water. It’s required for all things on this earth to live and it cycles through the world to be reused over and over again. Some things, even some people, soak up more of it than others or require more of it to live. Children are usually more attuned to it than most. They soak it up like little sponges.” Each word from his lips carried a weight I could feel hanging in the air. “Any being on earth is capable of using it, although humans lost interest and forgot how to do that a very long time ago. Most of them can’t even see it or feel it anymore. Their minds have turned to things of metal. It can be that way for faeries, too. In fact, a lot of us have fallen from our former glory to be fed by the machines of the modern world.”
A strange, wild hunger rose up in me so suddenly it made my body stiffen. If magic was real, then surely it had something to do with all the strange things that had been happening to me. I needed to know more—I needed to understand.
“Where does it come from?”
“The moon.” He paused, holding a liquor bottle in each hand as he turned to look me in the eye. “Or at least, that’s what the old songs say. No one knows for sure. But magic is raw energy that we can use as we choose. Even a small amount can accomplish miraculous or even terrible things.”





Author Bio:
NICOLE CONWAY is an author from North Alabama. She graduated from Auburn University in 2012, and has previously worked as a graphic artist. She is happily married and has one son as well as a cat and a dog. She enjoys blogging, traveling, cooking, and spending time with her family.




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Sunday, November 12, 2017

October: The Month of Lazing & Writing


In September, I talked about author's pride and how that has hindered me in my writing. In October, I did the dumbest thing ever. I was proud with myself for a couple of days then Lo! And behold! We were at the end of the month and I had only written some 2,000 words!

I made a challenge to myself that I could finish 8,500 words in 4 days. Naturally, I failed. I could have succeeded and was moving at a great pace with around 2,000 words per day, but because of the short time span, when things pop up you're literally at odds with yourself. You want to do everything at the same time, and that simply doesn't work.

No matter how hard you try and no matter how much you reprimand yourself. Doing everything at the same time just doesn't work. As humans we can multi-task but not forever.

My new notebook at Ain Sokhna. Photography by Nada Adel Sobhi


Luckily, I was able to snatch a couple of days as a short holiday in October. I did some creative writing with inspiration coming out of nowhere after a friend and cozy mystery author Cathy Ace post pictures of her garden in British Columbia, Canada. Inspiration took hold of me and I just had to write.

You can check out my piece inspired by Ace's pictures (along with the stunning garden) in my blog post titled Underestimating Autumn.

Photography by Cathy Ace, which inspired Underestimating Autumn

I was also able to write a short chapter in my NaNoWriMo project and a few poems – most of which I have not copied yet!

So what is my overall word count for October?

Let's see the numbers!
Photography by Nada Adel Sobhi.
Notebook, nail polish and the beach

Darya's story: 6249 words

The November project: 2190 words

Articles, posts, including Underestimating Autumn: 1174 words

Poetry: 4 poems

Book reviews: 3 done



Overall word count for October: 10,324 words!


Check out reviews for short story collection Rusticles by Rebecca Gransden, horror novella The Die-Fi Experiment by M.R. Tapia, and children's picture book Puppy, 12 Months of Rhymes and Smiles by Patricia Furstenberg.




More good news?

I made a roundup of all the words I've written so far in Darya's story and guess what?

What? You say.

I've passed 18,555 words in the story that's been stuck in my head for over a year!

18,555 words! Do you see this number?


I'm thrilled, excited, and just in love with this number.



Friday, November 10, 2017

Underestimating Autumn


I have always viewed autumn as the tasteless season. A season with no character. Just grey skies, jittery weather; you never know if summer has ended or winter has started. You feel like you’re unsure what to wear and always end up with the wrong guess. You wear something light so it ends up being cold; you take a jacket or something heavy - because winter is coming right? - and it’s too warm.

But then I saw ‘her’ garden. I was struck, not by lightning, but by beauty, by colour.

Colours I had never seen in nature before. Colours no painter’s palette can ever bring to the canvas. Colours that breathe life into your being.

I have often read descriptions of autumn, where yellow and orange leaves litter the sidewalks. The descriptions were enticing. But that’s what I had often assumed they were: descriptions.


Photography by Cathy Ace - Her Garden of Inspiration


Here, in Egypt, there are no yellow-and-orange leaves. The dull greens fall and the trees become bare in autumn and winter. The sky wavers between grey and sunny, unsure what the day will bring, like it is trying to maintain a level of suspense. But as time passes, this suspense wears away and everyone is just bored.

I admit: I never liked autumn. The bland season. The prelude to the cold. Not until I had seen these images. I felt my eyes open.

I with seeing another - stunning - world for the first time, an enchanting one.

I stared at - and shared - the images before me. I wanted the world to see them, feel them, bask their beauty. I could almost feel a slightly cold breeze, smell the damp grassy garden, and see myself sitting amidst the flowers and trees, reading, writing, and above all living.

I look at the pictures again and understand why authors abroad write such beautiful books and settings. Because their views are different. Colourful. Vibrant. Alive.

Cathy Ace's garden in full colour and force. Photography by Cathy Ace


I know the garden will turn white with snow when winter comes, but for a moment I lived.


Writing by: Nada Adel Sobhi/Nadaness In Motion
Photography by: Cathy Ace (originally a cozy mystery author.) Find her on Facebook and Twitter

I saw these pictures by Cathy and the words just started flowing out of my mind and pen.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Delicious Murder: Cozy Mystery Authors under One Roof




Today, I'm featuring a host of cozy mystery authors and their books along with excerpts and a giveaway (scroll to the bottom to enter)

The Secret, Book & Scone Society
by Ellery Adams



Excerpt from The Secret Book and Scone Society
Still scanning the park square, Nora wondered where the trolley passengers had gone. The lodge’s green trolley was parked in its usual place, but no lodge guests strolled the sidewalks or meandered from the row of quaint shops on Bath Street to the Pink Lady Grill or the Gingerbread House.
            Just then, a flash of red caught Nora’s eye and she groaned inwardly as a tall, shapely woman passed in front of the bookshop window. The woman yanked the door open, ignoring the riotous clanging of the sleigh bells, and settled into the closest chair like a queen awaiting the adulation of her subjects. Her pouty lips curved into a cat-with-the-cream grin. “Consider your next bibliotherapy session canceled.”
            “Hello to you too, Estella.” Nora picked up the stray paperbacks a customer had left on the table next to Estella’s chair. “I assume you’re referring to the man I met on the park bench. Why isn’t he coming? Did you scare him off?”
            “Me?” Estella pretended to be affronted, but Nora wasn’t falling for the act. “I didn’t even get a chance to meet him. I was up at the lodge wasting my time on a man I thought had some potential, but he’s already making payments to an ex-wife and needs to send three kids to college. There’d be nothing left for me.” She waved a manicured hand in dismissal.
            Nora was itching to reshelve the books and check on the coffee. Though she didn’t dislike Estella, she was rarely at ease in her company.
            Recalling the strange sensation she’d experienced as the second train whistle blew, Nora felt an inexplicable prickle of dread. She jerked a thumb toward the window. “Where is everyone?”
            Estella’s grin returned. “At the train station. They’ve been drawn there like flies to sugar. The sheriff rolled in a few seconds ago, and since he and I have never gotten along, I made myself scarce.”
            Nora, who made it a point not to look people directly in the eye, forgot her rule and gave Estella an impatient stare. “What happened? Just spit it out.”
            Crossing her arms in disappointment, Estella murmured something about no one being any fun, but eventually complied with Nora’s request. “When your man on the bench placed an order for one of Hester’s comfort scones, he asked her to box it because he was heading over here to see you. He left the bakery, box in hand, but he never made it to Miracle Books.” Estella leaned back in the chair and smoothed the skirt of her white sundress. “I’m sure he’d rather be sitting in this comfy chair than where he is now."
            Nora knew she wasn’t going to like the answer to her question, but it had to be asked. “Which is?”
            “On the tracks,” Estella declared breathlessly. “Someone pushed him in front of the three o’clock train.”



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Blackberry Burial
A Berry Basket Mystery #2
by Sharon Farrow

































Excerpt from Blackberry Burial
With a jubilant bark, Charlie burst out of the bushes towards me. I let out a sigh of relief as he pranced back and forth, tantalizingly out of reach. Trying to calm down my racing heart, I held out the doggy treat. With a happy yelp, he took the treat from my hand. He only needed two bites to finish it off. Murmuring endearments, I scratched behind his ears as I tried to slip the leash over his head with my other hand.           Thinking this was a great new game, Charlie snatched the leash and ran off.
            “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I raced after him. “Charlie!”
            The leash clenched between his teeth prevented Charlie from barking, so I needed to keep close behind him. But he not only was the size of a small horse, he could run as fast as one, too. Five minutes later, he disappeared. This was ridiculous. Needing to catch my breath, I stopped and fished my cell phone from the messenger bag slung across my chest. I didn’t care if Piper was wearing designer stilts. Charlemagne was her dog, and she was going to come in here and track down her monster puppy.
            Before I could call her, loud barks broke out to my left. This time I was the one to burst through the bushes. He wasn’t getting away again. But Charlie stopped barking as soon as he saw me. I knew now why he had been quiet for the past few minutes. He’d been digging away in the dirt, which he resumed upon my arrival. I looked for his leash and spotted it a few yards away, half buried by the dirt he flung to all sides. I picked up the leash before Charlie could get to it first. As soon as I did, I also spied what appeared to be an animal bone. Most likely a deer.
            But when I turned to see what Charlie was digging up now, my heart sank. It was another bone, but not one belonging to a deer. In fact, it was far more than a bone.

            It was a human skull . . .


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The Quiche and the Dead
A Pie Town Mystery #1
by Kirsten Weiss



Excerpt from The Quiche and the Dead

In the other room, the front bell rang.
            “You’d better get that.” Charlene jerked her thumb toward the office door. “Petronella is on her smoke break.”
            Eager to escape, I bolted out of my chair. It skidded backward and hit the wall. I didn’t hang around to inspect for damage, hustling to the counter.
            A blond in a smooth-fitting, green workout suit strode through the dining area. Her ponytail bobbed, her long, lean dancer’s muscles moving smoothly, and I had to crane my neck to look up at her. On her jacket, Heidi’s Health and Fitness was emblazoned over her heart. She halted in front of the register.
            Joe looked up from his bar stool, grinning, but his smile seemed a little pained.
            “Hi.” Smiling, I laid a hand on the counter. “You must be from the new gym. I’m Val.”
“I’m looking for the owner.” The corners of her lips quirked, quick, professional, cool.
            “That would be me. Welcome to the street. I was about to go to your grand opening.”
            “I’m Heidi Gladstone.”
            We shook hands, my knuckles grinding within her grip. Dropping my hand to my side, I flexed my fingers, restoring the circulation. “Thanks for stopping by. I baked a welcome gift for your grand opening,” I said, taking the quiche from beneath the counter.
            “No thanks.” She shook her head. “I don’t do dairy.”
            “I used almond milk.”
            “Is there any cheese in it?”
            “Only goat cheese.”
            She reared away as if I’d suggested cyanide. “I don’t do dairy.”
            Joe’s smile broadened.
            I took a deep breath, inhaling the calming scents of baking fruits and sugar. “What can I do for you?”
            “You can change your sign.” She pointed at the neon above me. “Turn your frown upside down? It encourages emotional eating. Sugar kills, and though it does give a quick emotional high, the satisfaction is fleeting. My customers are trying to rebuild their health. It’s not good for them to constantly see that negative reinforcement.”
            I laughed. She was kidding. Of course. “Right. Good one!”
            She frowned, a faint line appearing between her blond brows. “I’m quite serious.”
            “But . . . it’s my slogan. It’s on everything—my sign outside, the menus, my business cards.” This had to be a joke.
            “Exactly,” she said. “It’s a problem. Do you have any sugar-free pies?”
            “My potpies are sugar free. And so is this quiche.”
            “I advocate a vegan diet. I couldn’t eat a potpie or a quiche. Do you sell any sugar-free fruit pies?”
            “Um, no.” Sugar free? I’d heard of such things, and this was California, where people could be more thoughtful about eating. But a sugar-free pie? That was unnatural and possibly un-American. Besides, fruit was full of natural sugars.
            “I’ll bring some recipes by tomorrow.” She whirled, her ponytail coming within inches of my face, and marched out of the store. The bell over the entrance tinkled in her wake.
            Joe wedged himself free of the bar stool and waddled to the counter, arms extended. “I’ll take that breakfast pie. And a fork.”
            Sighing, I handed him the quiche. “All right. You win. Do you want a plate to go with that?”
            “No. Why get a plate dirty? I’ll eat it from the tin.”
            “How did you know she wouldn’t take it?”
            Joe winked. “She kicked off her grand opening this morning with a lecture on the evils of gluten, lactose, and anything that tastes good. I figured at least one of those things would be in that breakfast pie.”
            I nodded. I had yet to meet a gluten-free piecrust that really sang. He rubbed his stomach. “And the spread was awful, all twigs and health food.”
            “It is a gym.”
            Petronella stomped toward me in her black motorcycle boots, her brows lowered in a slash, a pie in each hand. “Are you working the counter today or am I?”
            “You are. Sorry. You can have it back.” I edged away.
            “Because I need this job, and if you’ve decided you can do it for me—”
            “Nope, you’re still chief pie wrangler. Have at it.” While I wasn’t exactly afraid of Petronella, both she and Charlene were protective of their duties. And since Charlene made the best piecrust in five counties, and Petronella could soothe the most ferocious customer, I’d learned to stay out of their way.
            There was a choking sound, and we both snapped our heads toward the counter.
            Joe’s fork clattered to the linoleum. Bowed over the quiche, he gripped his stomach.
I froze, brows squishing together, coldness piercing my core. Then Petronella and I raced around the counter, bumping into each other as we fought our way through the narrow passage beside the cash register.
            Joe fell to the floor, writhing.
I fumbled in my apron pocket for my phone and called 9-1-1.
Petronella clasped one of Joe’s hands. “Joe! I’m here. Val’s calling an ambulance. What’s happening?”
            Joe went limp, his eyes rolling back. He didn’t answer.

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Full Bodied Murder
A Rose Avenue Wine Club Mystery #1
by Christine E. Blum

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Gingerbread Cookie Murder
by Joanne Fluke, Laura Levine, Leslie Meier




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Eggnog Murder
by Barbara Ross, Lee Hollis, Leslie Meier


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