Blog Blitz with
Author Dorothy A. Bell
Author Dorothy A. Bell
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blitz, welcomes Dorothy A. Bell
blitz, welcomes Dorothy A. Bell
An
Oregon Historical Romance
Oregon Historical Romance
Fiddle playing, hard drinking
Royce O’Bannon believes he’s worthless like his old man, no woman should have
anything to do with him.
Royce O’Bannon believes he’s worthless like his old man, no woman should have
anything to do with him.
Music teacher Cleantha Arnaud,
her virtue long spent, believes her life is over; crippled and barren, no man
would want her.
her virtue long spent, believes her life is over; crippled and barren, no man
would want her.
When the two outcasts become
lovers, hopes and dreams blossom within their parched souls.
lovers, hopes and dreams blossom within their parched souls.
Royce’s vengeful daddy begins a
campaign of retaliation against his traitorous sons and the town that gave them
a second chance. Now Royce, feeling the weight of responsibility thrust upon
him, follows his daddy into the dark tunnels beneath Pendleton’s streets to
stop his old man from his path of destruction. With a swift crack on the head,
all of Royce’s newly found hopes and dreams could be shattered like candied
glass.
campaign of retaliation against his traitorous sons and the town that gave them
a second chance. Now Royce, feeling the weight of responsibility thrust upon
him, follows his daddy into the dark tunnels beneath Pendleton’s streets to
stop his old man from his path of destruction. With a swift crack on the head,
all of Royce’s newly found hopes and dreams could be shattered like candied
glass.
Some thoughts from Dorothy:
Where do I find inspiration to write?
Music and names—names of
people, first and last names, the names of roads and creeks. I love to look at
old photos. Do I constantly write, no, there’s a movie going on
in my head almost all the time. In my head, I am all my characters on the
screen. I become them one by one. I speak as they would, I move as they would and
I know how they would respond. I know where to begin the story and how to tell
it as the scenes unfold, and I know where it will lead. I don’t believe that
sitting, doing nothing and going into my story a waste of time, it is the
beginning. The hard part is transferring what is in my mind to paper or my
computer. I have to allow the story to unfold, wrinkles and all and organize it
later.
people, first and last names, the names of roads and creeks. I love to look at
old photos. Do I constantly write, no, there’s a movie going on
in my head almost all the time. In my head, I am all my characters on the
screen. I become them one by one. I speak as they would, I move as they would and
I know how they would respond. I know where to begin the story and how to tell
it as the scenes unfold, and I know where it will lead. I don’t believe that
sitting, doing nothing and going into my story a waste of time, it is the
beginning. The hard part is transferring what is in my mind to paper or my
computer. I have to allow the story to unfold, wrinkles and all and organize it
later.
Author Bio:
Dorothy
grew up in southern Iowa, moved to Oregon’s Willamette Valley at the age of eleven.
she picked strawberries and beans in the summer to earn money for school
clothes. In high school, she loved history, geography, speech class and school
plays. She made the honor roll because she didn’t take geometry or trig; Dorothy
stuck to art and literature courses. Dorothy played the snare drums in the high
school band.
grew up in southern Iowa, moved to Oregon’s Willamette Valley at the age of eleven.
she picked strawberries and beans in the summer to earn money for school
clothes. In high school, she loved history, geography, speech class and school
plays. She made the honor roll because she didn’t take geometry or trig; Dorothy
stuck to art and literature courses. Dorothy played the snare drums in the high
school band.
At the
age of sixteen, the boy that had pestered her from the moment he saw her that
first day of school in the sixth grade, asked her, one wintry, November day to go
for a scooter ride up into the coastal range. After that, they became
inseparable, and here they are, fifty years later, very close partners in
everything we do.
age of sixteen, the boy that had pestered her from the moment he saw her that
first day of school in the sixth grade, asked her, one wintry, November day to go
for a scooter ride up into the coastal range. After that, they became
inseparable, and here they are, fifty years later, very close partners in
everything we do.
Dorothy
started to write Regency Romances to entertain myself. Dorothy sent them off to
publishers now and then. She facilitated a writer’s critique group for several
years and learned a lot from fellow writers. She took writing courses at a
community college. But, she thought she learned the most by submitting her work
to publishers, editors and agents, and getting feedback.
started to write Regency Romances to entertain myself. Dorothy sent them off to
publishers now and then. She facilitated a writer’s critique group for several
years and learned a lot from fellow writers. She took writing courses at a
community college. But, she thought she learned the most by submitting her work
to publishers, editors and agents, and getting feedback.
Laid
low for nearly twenty-five years with arthritis, forced to use a battery-powered
cart, Dorothy took up aquatic exercise and became an instructor. she retired
after eighteen years of instructing, and now goes to the pool and do her own
thing. After two surgeries to replace her knees, Dorothy went to work on herself
and lost eighty-five pounds, which she has kept off. With renewed energy, Dorothy
put more into her writing, submitted her work, then rewrote and kept
submitting, which she will continue to do.
low for nearly twenty-five years with arthritis, forced to use a battery-powered
cart, Dorothy took up aquatic exercise and became an instructor. she retired
after eighteen years of instructing, and now goes to the pool and do her own
thing. After two surgeries to replace her knees, Dorothy went to work on herself
and lost eighty-five pounds, which she has kept off. With renewed energy, Dorothy
put more into her writing, submitted her work, then rewrote and kept
submitting, which she will continue to do.
Her
husband and she live in Central Oregon with two West Highland White terriers
and one big, angora tuxedo cat. Dorothy enjoys gardening and landscaping.
husband and she live in Central Oregon with two West Highland White terriers
and one big, angora tuxedo cat. Dorothy enjoys gardening and landscaping.
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