TBR:
Welcome to TBR, Bonnie. Will you share a little bit about yourself?
Bonnie: I’ve been a writer since I was ten. However, my first published novel came out this year, decades after I started. But I’ve used my writing skills in public relations and community outreach for nonprofits, as well as freelancing nonfiction articles. I’ve always thought books were magic and storytelling the most important talent anyone can have. When I was a kid, I was younger and smaller than my classmates and couldn’t quite catch on how to behave. So I escaped through books.
Bonnie: I’ve been a writer since I was ten. However, my first published novel came out this year, decades after I started. But I’ve used my writing skills in public relations and community outreach for nonprofits, as well as freelancing nonfiction articles. I’ve always thought books were magic and storytelling the most important talent anyone can have. When I was a kid, I was younger and smaller than my classmates and couldn’t quite catch on how to behave. So I escaped through books.
TBR: Tell us about A Saint Comes Stumbling In.
It’s available through the publisher (www.prismbookgroup.com/asaintcomesstumblingin.html),
and also on Amazon.
TBR: Please
tantalize us with a story blurb or excerpt.
Bonnie:
Bonnie:
Can a rejected wife conquer self-doubt, trap a criminal, and win
love? A patron saint might help...
Thirty-something Joan Nelson has more to contend with than a
biological clock or an identity crisis. Despite her ardent belief in a
conventional marriage, she finds herself deserted for a younger, slimmer woman.
Lacking any skills or education, she's thrust unprepared into the nightmare
challenge of making a living for the first time in her sheltered existence.
A job as a receptionist in a law firm is the first rung on the
ladder to her independence. Yet the taste of success sours when Joan considers
the emptiness of her personal life. How can she reconstruct her damaged life
and heal her bruised ego? Ill-equipped
for the singles scene, she embarks on a confusing, sometimes
frightening, new lifestyle.
When Joan stumbles on a crime perpetuated by a charming cad, she
must defy her boss, jeopardize her newly won stability, and reject her friends.
Her namesake, Joan of Arc, provides a model of courage and insight. If she
risks danger and uncertainty, will she discover that independence and adulthood
can be both enjoyable and fulfilling? Does optimism beat pessimism? Who would
have dreamed her final victory could solve a childhood puzzle while it brings
her true love?
Excerpt: A Saint
Comes Stumbling In
A persistent chime from the doorbell finally breaks through my
musings. Who would come over unannounced? Tempted to ignore the summons, I
sidle along the wall so the visitor can’t see me through the window, put an eye
to a crack in the curtain. “Kevin!” I throw the door open. “What are you doing
here?”
No slob he, Kevin wears an impeccable business suit, pale blue
shirt and paisley tie. Even more impressive are his freshly combed hair and
congenial greeting. At the end of a long, grueling work day, Kevin bears no
signs of fatigue or defeat. Unlike paranoid and depressed me, whose rumpled,
dingy sweatsuit, faded from grey into a streaked greige, matches my attitude.
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by to discuss
several informal offers on the house,” he says.
“In the neighborhood? Get serious. This is miles from your place.
You’re a sweetheart to worry about me after I wailed on your shoulder the other
day. Come in and have some coffee.”
Turning to go back to the kitchen, I catch just a glimpse of a
flush that mounts Kevin’s face. As I move from cupboard to sink to counter,
chattering about the computer incident and my fears, I also notice his unusual
reticence.
“So you see I’m working off nervous energy as well as preparing to
move,” I say with a gesture at the open cupboards and the cups teetering in
stacks on the table where Kevin sits. “If I get fired, I couldn’t bear having
to pound the pavement again. My ego was totally destroyed. I don’t know which
type of rejection I preferred—the unanswering void of some potential employers who
didn’t bother to respond to an application or the politely worded rebuffs.”
As if unfolding a letter, I pretend to quote. “We sincerely thank
you for applying. Although you met the requirements for the position, we regret
to inform you that other candidates were better qualified. Therefore we are
unable to offer you the position of ‘you-fill-in-the-blank’. We wish you good
luck in your job search.”
Kevin shakes his head so emphatically he destroys his combing job.
“You can’t let rejection discourage you. I get dozens of rejections every day.
How could I ever close a sale if I allowed the no’s to slow me down?”
I return to my cupboard. “Easy for you to say. I was desperate for
a job. James had walked out and I had no income when my mother alerted me to
the opening at the law firm. I was grateful for her assistance. Pride prevented
me from asking James or my family for financial help. I found pride was the
last quality I needed after seven weeks of hopeless, fruitless inquiry. I
couldn’t bear to go through the process again.”
Three shelves in the cupboards are clear. I look at the stack of
miscellaneous mugs heaped on the top shelf and decide to discard them. An array
of assorted colors and sizes, they proclaim cute sayings on their sides such
as, “If you think today was bad, wait until tomorrow,” and, “Keep your paws
off!” or “Mondays are God’s punishment for weekends.”
I shudder as I climb on a stool for a better look. James and I
used to exchange the mugs regularly on birthdays, a kind of contest to see which
one could find the ugliest or rudest. Until two years before the break-up, I
suddenly realize. Another subtle sign of the disintegration of my marriage. I
don’t need them as reminders.
Kevin’s voice breaks into my thoughts. “You won’t have to worry
for long.”
I poke into another assortment that has been hidden at the very
rear of the cupboard. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“About supporting yourself. Surely you have a very good friend waiting in the wings.”
Whirling around on the stool where I stand, I nearly fall over. I
hook five or six mugs firmly over my fingers, clamber down, and advance on
Kevin while brandishing the dishware. “Listen, mister, James is the charmer,
the con man, the one with the sweetie-pie, not me. Was that way in school,
remember? Every time I turned around, I had to pry him out of the hold of some
adoring females, after a basketball game when he’d made a winning basket,
hanging out in the park during the summers. Evidently, no difference after he
finished college and started in business either. Don’t ask, don’t tell was my philosophy. I didn’t probe or spy. And
I never was unfaithful to him, before or during marriage, and I resent your
implication.”
Kevin recoils and leans back as far as possible in his chair.
“Sorry. I’m the best one to know you weren’t. I don’t know why I said that.”
“What do you mean, you’re the best one to know?”
“Don’t you remember the pass I made at you just before you got
married? The summer after high school?”
Thoroughly bewildered, I shake my head.
Kevin stands, puts his cup on the table, shoves his hands in his
pockets, thereby disarranging his suited perfection. “Not an incident to be
proud of, to put moves on a friend’s girl. The party when James had to leave
because his dad was out of town and his mom called to say his little sister was
sick? He left and I got you in a corner to nuzzle?”
I lower my arms to my sides, still holding the mugs. The action
matches my dropping jaw. “That was a pass?”
Kevin is motionless, as if my comment is sinking into his consciousness,
until he throws back his head and laughs. “I don’t know whether to be offended
you found me so inept or grateful you haven’t resented my action all these
years.”
“I thought you were just practicing. Everyone necked constantly
with anyone in reach. They were like puppies or kittens squirming around to
learn about their bodies. I didn’t know you were serious.”
“And if you had known?” Kevin asks. A silence stretch between us.
I don’t know where to look, so I stare at my toes. “Ah, well, now is not the time
for what-ifs. We’re all grown up. Like a brother and sister
TBR: How do you
develop your characters?
Bonnie: I find that almost every piece of fiction I write has a main character confronting some sort of fear that’s limiting her, as well as forcing herself to needed change. I’d like readers to feel that action is worth taking, if just to grow within themselves. The heroines also tend to be naïve, sympathetic, and curious, but they’re willing to learn and grow, just like the people I enjoy being around in real life..
Bonnie: I find that almost every piece of fiction I write has a main character confronting some sort of fear that’s limiting her, as well as forcing herself to needed change. I’d like readers to feel that action is worth taking, if just to grow within themselves. The heroines also tend to be naïve, sympathetic, and curious, but they’re willing to learn and grow, just like the people I enjoy being around in real life..
TBR: Do you have a
favorite quote you’d like to share?
Bonnie: “The
world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as
kings.” Rudyard Kipling. This to me captures the wonder of the
everyday.
TBR: Which of your
characters would you most/least like to invite to dinner, and why?
Bonnie: I’d most like to invite the protagonist, Joan Nelson, to dinner. By the end of the book, she’s far out-stripped her ex-husband in good qualities and potential. I’d enjoy her perspective on how she’d deal with a new marriage, including how she’d raise her children differently from her own childhood.
Bonnie: I’d most like to invite the protagonist, Joan Nelson, to dinner. By the end of the book, she’s far out-stripped her ex-husband in good qualities and potential. I’d enjoy her perspective on how she’d deal with a new marriage, including how she’d raise her children differently from her own childhood.
TBR: While creating
your books, what was one of the most surprising things you learned?
Bonnie: I learned that my thoughts and words aren’t set in concrete. Since I’m the writer, I can change everything. I didn’t know that when I started. I used to think writing popped out of the author’s head fully formed.
Bonnie: I learned that my thoughts and words aren’t set in concrete. Since I’m the writer, I can change everything. I didn’t know that when I started. I used to think writing popped out of the author’s head fully formed.
TBR: What's next
for you?
Bonnie: I’ve finished a women’s novel about two old women who “adopt” an Asian student, called The Company of Old Ladies. This isn’t a romance, so I’m looking for a publisher. I’m also working on a novella about a single soccer mom for Valentine’s Day and brainstorming a romance based on a small town in Colorado that sponsored a weight loss competition for all its citizens. It will have something about forest fires, because those are on everyone’s mind right now. The smoke is everywhere, even for those who don’t live close to a fire.
Bonnie: I’ve finished a women’s novel about two old women who “adopt” an Asian student, called The Company of Old Ladies. This isn’t a romance, so I’m looking for a publisher. I’m also working on a novella about a single soccer mom for Valentine’s Day and brainstorming a romance based on a small town in Colorado that sponsored a weight loss competition for all its citizens. It will have something about forest fires, because those are on everyone’s mind right now. The smoke is everywhere, even for those who don’t live close to a fire.
TBR: Any other published works?
Bonnie: I’ve just published a novella about Ireland available electronically: “Irish Episode,” set in the early 1970s, immerses an American woman in the life and times of a struggling Irish musician. Available through Amazon Kindle only at Tinyurl.com/IrishEpisode I have published a number of short stories, and information (including links where applicable) are on my website. Coming up in October, I won second prize in the Tom Howard Short Story Contest and should be in the anthology.
Bonnie: I’ve just published a novella about Ireland available electronically: “Irish Episode,” set in the early 1970s, immerses an American woman in the life and times of a struggling Irish musician. Available through Amazon Kindle only at Tinyurl.com/IrishEpisode I have published a number of short stories, and information (including links where applicable) are on my website. Coming up in October, I won second prize in the Tom Howard Short Story Contest and should be in the anthology.
TBR: What’s the
most challenging aspect of writing? Most rewarding?
Bonnie: Challenging--the necessity of REwriting and REwriting and REwriting. It’s taken me many years to realize this lesson. The most rewarding is dreaming up answers to the question “what if?” An author can take that question and look at it from many different angles, each of which might be valid and give the writer as well as the reader insights.
Bonnie: Challenging--the necessity of REwriting and REwriting and REwriting. It’s taken me many years to realize this lesson. The most rewarding is dreaming up answers to the question “what if?” An author can take that question and look at it from many different angles, each of which might be valid and give the writer as well as the reader insights.
TBR: Where can readers
find you on the web?
Bonnie: My website is www.BonnieMcCune.com.
Bonnie: My website is www.BonnieMcCune.com.
TBR: Readers, Bonnie
will give away an ebook of A Saint Comes
Stumbling In. She'll pick a winner tomorrow and announce the winner here.
Be sure to leave your email address so she can contact you.
Thanks for visiting
TBR, Bonnie. All the best to you.
