Guest Writer Wednesday: Margaret Fieland

picture014Today at Sara Jay’s I’m interviewing author Margaret Fieland. She has agreed to give us a peek at her latest release, Broken Bonds, as well as some insight into her work. Check it out below!

Share a little bit about your writing style. What genres and types of heroes/heroines are you attracted to? What do you love to write about?

I’m a real book junky and become anxious when I have under five unread books. I  love reading and writing poetry, am a huge science fiction fan, enjoy reading romances, the occasional mystery, and lots more. I’m interested in character-driven plots where the difficulties the characters experience are real and believable. A particular beef of mine is romance novels where all of the problems could be solved if only the characters *talked* to each other.

Lately, in addition to poetry, I’ve been writing science fiction. I wrote a science fiction novel for 2010 NaNo, Relocated, which was published last year. I have another novel in the series out this July 26 and yet another coming out in November. I’m working on a fourth.

Certain themes occur over and over in my writing: finding oneself and one’s place in society, moving out of one’s comfort zone, secrets, coming of age to name a few.

Wow, that is so diverse and exciting! What can we expect when we experience one of your books?

Well-written, great world building, well-drawn characters, believable conflicts. Clash of individuals and ways of life rather than epic battles.  Poems written by me included in the text.

Other things that recur: the arts and politics, the army. I play the flute and the piccolo, write poetry. My middle son is a captain in army intelligence, currently stationed in Washington, D. C., and my father was an attorney.

brokenbonds_200X300How cool. Tell us a little about your latest release, or your favorite among all of your books.

My latest release, Broken Bonds,  features Major Brad Reynolds as the main character. The story line for the novel arose from a question I asked myself while writing Relocated. Keth, the main character, visits Ardaval, another character who appears in Broken Bonds, early in the novel. He’s living alone in a large house, so I asked myself, what happened to Ardaval’s partners and children?  I ended up with one line in Relocated and another novel when said former partners refused to leave me alone.

The romance in this book involves four characters, and there is a subplot with another four-way romance as well as a political thread.

Oh, I love books that begin like that. Sometimes you can make them into several stories. If you could have one date with a crush (before marrying your spouse if necessary!), who would it be and why? What would you do?

You know, I don’t have much of a desire to see any of my former lovers — of either sex.  I do have an ex I was hung up on for a while, but I’m over it now.

Glad to hear that! What’s the most romantic thing someone ever did for you, or that you did for someone else?

I wrote a number of poems for my spouse. One of them ended up in  in Writers Digest Red Heart/Black Heart.

 

Thoughts While Driving

Just for you

no more

sharp

toenails,

I will chew

slowly,

send you flowers,

drive carefully

even when

distracted by

thoughts

of

you.

 

How lovely. 🙂 Share your favorite romantic or sexy song and why you love it so much.

I’m a way-back folk song fan, and my all-time favorite is “Greensleeves.”  I love the tune and the words as well. The unrequited love thing really gets to me.  Plus I play the flute and the piccolo, and I’m very auditory. The music itself is a huge thing for me.

 

Oh, I love “Greensleeves.” Beautiful. Anything else?

Broken Bonds went through three major rewrites. When I started the third, I turned to Pinterest to help me work some things out. I started a board for actors to play the four characters involved in the romance. I started  a board for clothing for Nidrani, the sole woman among the four, because I’d  neglected her in previous versions and needed to get her clear.

The first two  boards below are my visions of Aleyne, the third is clothing for the four main characters, the fifth actors I’d cast to play them, and the last my book covers.

http://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/sandinthedesert/

http://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/alienvisions/

http://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/clothingformycharacters/

http://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/actorstoplaymycharacters/

http://www.pinterest.com/margaretfieland/mybookcovers/

Excerpt:

Brad took a deep breath of cool night air, inhaling the nutmeg scent of the flowers planted around Ardaval’s front door. Before Brad could knock, the door opened and Ardaval stood in the doorway. Brad hesitated before putting out his hands palm up.

Ardaval placed his hands over Brad’s. “My heart, my home, my hearth.”

“My hearth, my home, my heart,” Brad murmured in response.

Smiling, Ardaval directed his gaze at Brad’s eyes; it evoked the same curious flutter in the pit of his stomach as the last time they’d met. Ardaval held open the door and gestured for Brad to enter. “You’ve come to discuss Gavin.”

“I have.” Brad followed Ardaval into the front hall where tiles of local stone sparkled on the floor and a padded bench stood under a window. Through a doorway on one side, a glance revealed a kitchen furnished with dark wood cabinets, clean and a bit bare.

“Come.” Ardaval gestured toward the back of the hallway where a doorway led into a center courtyard, open to the cool night air, and motioned to a small table. A red-leafed tree in the center spread its leaves overhead. Brad sat, and Ardaval sat beside him.

Brad needed to talk about Gavin Frey’s political views. Views that, as far as he could tell from the records, were the opposite of his own. A breath brought him the scent of Ardaval’s skin, musky, with a hint of clove. Was it duty or cowardice keeping him from reaching for Ardaval’s hand and kissing the palm?

Ardaval clasped Brad’s hand in his. “Tell me more about why you were posted to Aleyne.”

Should he remove his hand? No. He enjoyed Ardaval’s touch and what was the harm, really? When he glanced up, he found Ardaval regarding him with evident amusement.

“I recommended that a man who used psi to save his squad be given a dishonorable discharge.” Brad hesitated. “Although the soldier deserved a medal rather than a court martial, he was a fool to admit he caught a thought.”

Ardaval nodded.

“About Gavin Frey. Is he your shan?” The thoughts slipped out.

Ardaval stared into Brad’s eyes for a a second or two before he replied. “As you surmise, he is my son; my shan, because I didn’t raise him.”

Might as well ask this, too. “His mother never told you about him?”

Ardaval shook his head. “No, she didn’t. He spent six months here after she died. Then we disagreed over a matter of ethical principal and he left.”

Given what he understood about Frey, Brad would have been surprised if they hadn’t.

“He married, but his wife died. He has a son who is now fourteen by Terran Standard years.”

“His mother possessed a strong psi talent.”

“She contacted you?” Brad’s eyebrows rose to his hairline.

“She did. I suggest you keep an eye on the boy.”

“Do you believe he has gazal?” If the boy developed Aleyni mind speech abilities, he’d need careful watching. Brad’s own family had been fairly accepting but how would Frey react if he discovered his son possessed gazal? And what about the terrorists, who might try to exploit Keth’s talent?

Ardaval nodded. “I do, though of course we’ve never met. Gavin doesn’t, or at least if he does, he keeps his mind so locked down it’s the same thing.”

Brad sighed and rose. He’d completed what he’d said he’d come to do.

“It happens this way with us, at times.” Ardaval paused for a moment. “We’ll meet again.”

Brad turned to leave. He couldn’t ignore this connection, wish it away, any longer. Only Ardaval’s assurance kept him moving out the door.

Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at sarajschmidt@gmail.com.

3 thoughts on “Guest Writer Wednesday: Margaret Fieland”

  1. Greensleeves is a haunting tune. I can imagine you playing it. 🙂 I have been lucky enough to work with you on Relocated and Broken Bonds… and agree the world building, characters and storylines were compelling. Great science fiction, wonderful reading.
    Delightful interview. Congratulations.

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