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- Interview with Annette Bower author of Moving On: A Prairie Romance
Posted by : Katie May 7, 2012
- What would you consider a perfect day for you as an author?
A perfect day is when the aroma of fresh brewed coffee nudges me awake. I stroll into the kitchen and fill one of my favorite mugs with hot coffee. The sun lights up my condo. I go directly to my office (which the elves would have cleaned during the night). My computer is booted up and my manuscript is open. I write in my pajamas. My research is at hand, my research websites pop up. When I’m hungry the yogurt and toasted English muffin and fresh salad are right there in the fridge and the berries are all washed. I skim the daily paper while I eat and then back to my computer. I’m immersed and when I look up and it is almost time for my husband to be home. Then I clean up and my clothes are magically pressed, with the flick of a brush my hair styles and the magical elves have set a wonderful dinner on the table. My husband and I share a lovely dinner, the magical elves tidy the kitchen while we snuggle on the couch and watch TV. We go to bed and tangle in the sheets. He falls asleep and I read before I turn out the lights.
- What sort of research (if any) did you do for this novel?
I researched army life in Afghanistan, prosthesis, doll house building, grief, paddling a canoe as well as fishing. I also interviewed a soldier who had been to war.
- Is there any character in particular that you enjoyed writing about the most?
I enjoyed writing Nick. I was pleased to discover the reasons he joined the armed forces, and I enjoyed when he transferred his skills to his home town. I was glad when he opened up and began to hope for a new life.
- Were any of your characters or events from the book based on real life people or experiences you have had?
The characters and events are a compilation of real people I have met in my life and so are the experiences. I lived at Regina Beach for many years and therefore the setting was based on the season I experienced. The paths Anna walked and Nick rode his bike were paths I have taken many times. The house was a compilation of homes in the area. The Community was a place where I had attended many functions. The senior home was a place in our community where my mother-in-law was a resident for many years.
- Are there any other projects you are working on that you would like to tell us about?
Right at this time I am fine tuning a short story for a contest. I am developing an idea for another novel. I have an image and a plan to base the new novel on a short story.
- Did any of your characters give you a difficult time while writing this book?
Anna did. I wasn’t certain that she would be able to place her grief behind her as well as accept the limitations of living in a small community.
- Cappuccino or coffee?
Coffee with milk.
- What do you like to do in your down time?
I read, walk and ride my bicycle around my neighborhood and I love to travel in Canada, the United States, Europe and Asia.
- Do you relate to any of your characters?
I relate to Anna and Nick’s journey. I believe that friendship is the best foundation for a long term relationship. I think in many ways it is easier to build a friendship. Initially there is less at stake than when the hot iron of passion brands the heart. Although the sizzle of first attraction is exciting it can burn out just as quickly and can leave behind quite a scar. Both Anna and Nick have had enough pain and they are each cautious, friendship is a good place to start.
Anna plowed through fallen leaves and broken twigs that were spread over the stone pathway leading to the stairs. The screened summer door sprung open but the solid weather door refused to budge. She twisted the key, jiggled the door knob and finally she turned sideways and bumped her hip against the stubborn paint- encrusted door. Banging against something and having it move felt wonderful. The momentary hip sting was an annoyance compared to the pain that she’d endured over the last year. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open, inhaled stale air and watched dust motes floating on current of outside air.
The lawyer hadn’t known if Murray had spent any time here. Part of her wanted to look around and think of him as a carefree child, then a young man whole and alive, while the other part of her wanted a clean slate.