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Music Hath Charms…
French artist Paul Cézanne once said, “We live in a rainbow of chaos.” German scholar Friedrich Nietzsche agreed: “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” If they’re right, the disaster that passes for my writing space means I’m well on my way to creative bliss.
My desk teems with photos of ancient amulets, Viking weapons, and medieval clothing. Books about sunken ships and Celtic mythology sit beside magazines featuring coin collections and luxury homes. The twenty odd paperbacks I bought last month in Dublin litter my bookshelves alongside statues and knickknacks. Dust covers said shelves and knickknacks, and beside my printer, stacks of bills await a home in the drawer of household files.
This is good. The best artists in my grade school classes always had the messiest paintboxes. When my writing is flying, my “paintbox” is always messy. But how can a coherent story emerge from my rainbow of chaos?
One of my secrets is, I listen to music when I write. Not the distracting sing-along stuff, but quiet, contemplative music, usually Celtic or classical. Music helps me focus on crafting not only words, but entire scenes. I’ll choose faster tempos for certain settings, such as parties or fight scenes, though most of the time, the music remains in the background, soothing and coaxing and painting pictures.
When I started writing my “autumn” romance, I decided the time had come to celebrate the music that has helped me so much. The Rosewood Whistle is a tribute of sorts to Ireland’s traditional tunes, told through the cautiously developing relationship of a man and woman offered a second chance at love. Each chapter title contains a phrase from an old Irish song.
No one needs to know a thing about Irish music (or even be Irish) to enjoy The Rosewood Whistle, and no worries if you can't guess which tunes I used. I added a neat little list the end of the book.
A whole lot neater than my desk.
The Blurb for The Rosewood Whistle:
Surrounded by Ireland’s music and myths, a widowed American writer meets a tour guide leery of love…
Years have passed since an accident claimed the self-absorbed wife who scorned Ben Connigan and his music. Since then, the former tin whistle ace has avoided marriage, though he never lacked for female companionship before he traded his high-tech career for the slow-paced life of a hometown tour guide. Ben has accepted the end of his run of discreet affairs, until he takes Gemma touring. Her passion for Ireland impresses him. Her love of Irish music soon compels him to dust off his whistles. Knowing she’ll leave at the end of the summer, he sees no harm in keeping her company—until he dares to dream of spending the rest of his life with her.
But he knows it can’t be, not while the ghosts of their partners still haunt them. Not unless the music and myths of Ireland can help them find their way…
Excerpt - In a local pub, Ben has introduced himself to Gemma, whose maiden name is Keenan:
Molly set a glass of straw-colored wine on the table. “Hey, Ben. Can I get you something?”
“No thanks, love. I’m going back to my table directly. The wine goes on my tab.”
Gemma sputtered an objection, but he sent Molly off, putting paid to the matter. “It’s the least I can do after nearly drowning you. So why are you in Westport? If you don’t mind my asking.”
“I’m writing a book. Or trying to. I haven’t decided what it’s about yet. Maybe Grace O’Malley, or someone from an earlier time. Right now I’m doing research. Getting background. Thought I’d go exploring. See the scenery around Clew Bay.”
Well, that explained why she was alone, and she sounded less featherbrained now. More centered and sensible. “The Pirate Queen, eh? You’ll want to see Westport House, and the Grace O’Malley Museum in Louisburg.”
Gemma nodded, as if prompting him to continue. Should he tell her he was a tour guide? He could think of no other excuse to see her again—and he wanted to see her again.
He leaned toward her. “I could take you on a private tour.”
Her head jerked back. She glared at him. “I’ll just bet you can.” Her voice dripped with insinuation.
Ah, you’re a smooth one, Connigan! “No, not… I’m a tour guide. I do guided tours to different sites. Group tours or private tours for individuals. That’s what I meant. I can take you wherever you’d like to go.”
Her mouth tightened into a pale pink line. She backed into her chair in a way that made him feel like a bowl of rotting fruit. “Thanks, but I prefer to travel alone. You’ll have to make your sales pitch to someone else.”
Amputated. Just like that. Ah feck, who needs women anyway?
But he couldn’t blame her. She thought he’d been selling his services to a vulnerable widow traveling alone. Or worse, trying to pick her up. Well, he was, but not like a feckin’ plonker.
Maybe it wasn’t too late. Ever so slowly, he shook his head. “The offer was free of charge, Gemma. I make allowances for friends, and I hope we’ll be friends.”
She crossed her arms, hugging herself as if she were cold. Or frightened. “Speaking of friends, don’t let me keep you from yours. Thanks for the wine, Ben.”
He sighed and stood. “My pleasure. Really.” One last try. He drew his card from his shirt pocket and placed it atop her book. “If you have any questions about what you see, or if you want to know how to get anywhere, please give me a call. No charge, no strings.” He turned to go. “By the way, I recommend the fish and chips. None better in town. It was fine meeting you, Gemma Keenan.”
Pat is a member of the New Hampshire Writers’ Project, Romance Writers of America, and Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. Her favorite non-writing activities include cooking, hiking, reading, and traveling, especially to Ireland. She lives and writes in New Hampshire, USA.
Pat’s Web Site:
http://www.patmcdermott.net/
The Rosewood Whistle is available on Kindle and in paperback from Amazon U.S., Amazon U.K., and other online book sellers.
Thanks so much for being our Friday Friend today, Pat. I am reading The Rosewood Whistle at the moment, and loving it, as it is bringing back so many memories of my visits to Ireland, especially Westport and the coast of County Mayo. The characters are all so wonderfully Irish too - I can hear their voices as I read. Anyone who loves Ireland, and indeed anyone with a longing to visit Ireland, should definitely read this delightful story of Gemma and Ben.
