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01Nancy Famolari lives with her husband, five horses, two dogs and five white cats on a farm in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania. Her stories and poems have appeared in Long Story Short, Flash Shot, Fiction Flyer, Lyrica, Alienskin Magazine Clockwise Cat, and Matters of the Heart from the Museitup Press. She received an award from Fiction Flyer for one of her flash fiction stories. Her novel, Summer’s Story, is available from Red Rose Press. Her mystery, Murder in Montbleu, will be available sometime in 2009.

Can you tell us a little about yourself?

I live in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania with my husband, five horses, two dogs and five white cats. My favorite hobby is trail riding. My horse, Ambrosa de la Pluma is a registered Paso Fino. The breed came to the new world from Spain. Paso Finos have a unique four beat gait that is very smooth. They can go for hours on the trail. They are smart and friendly and make wonderful companions. My husband and I try to ride at least four times a week. We feel so luck to live in an area with lots of space for riding.

What inspired you to write this story?

Summer’s Story takes place in the fast paced world of harness racing. For fourteen years, my husband and I had a small Standardbred breeding farm in New Jersey. We raised and raced these marvelous horses. Summer's Story(2)Harness racing is very exciting. There are many heart warming stories about an owner or trainer believing in their horse and against the odds getting the horse to win a big race. This is what happens in Summer’s Story. There are also people who take advantage of both horses and people for personal gain, not caring the least about how the horse is affected. I believed these elements would make a good novel. I hope people agree.

Do you have a favorite character?

Summer Langston is my favorite character. She’s a very determined lady who cares about her horse, Meadow, and overcomes severe personal and professional obstacles to get her horse to the winner’s circle. In the process, she learns something about herself and how to give and receive love. I like the fact that she’s gutsy and doesn’t give up easily.

Tell us a little about your writing schedule.

I try to write everyday for two hours. Obviously this isn’t easy with farm chores and other activities. During Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) I can almost always keep to the schedule because the incentive is to have a novel at the end of the month. I find the first draft fun and relatively easy to do. Editing is the part that gives me trouble. Summer’s Story which will soon be available from Red Rose Publishing, I was extremely lucky in my editor. She made useful comments pointing out where I wasn’t make my characters come across and, of course, how to improve my writing skills.

What are your future writing plans?

I have a second book under contract to Red Rose Publishing. This novel is a murder mystery, Murder in Montbleu. The setting is a small town in Pennsylvania similar to the one I live in. I’ve become very friendly with the characters in this novel and have two other novels that use the same setting, Lake House and Buttermilk Falls Murder. I’m still in the process of editing them, but hope to find a home for them.

What do you most enjoy about writing?

What I love most about writing is feeling the characters come alive. When I write a novel, I know where I want to end up, but I let the characters take me there by talking to each other. Their actions move the story forward. It’s such a rush to be able to interact with your characters. They become friends. I actually miss them when I’ve finished the novel. It’s better than reading because you get to know new people in an in-depth way.

How do you advertise your books?

Since my two book are ebooks, I advertise primarily on the web. Being part of a virtual book tour, like this one, is a good way to tell prospective readers about my book and to let them get to know me. I also have been on blog talk radio. That was great fun. If my book comes out in paper eventually, I will have several opportunities. The library wants to feature me at a local author’s luncheon and the local Barnes and Noble wants to invite me to a local authors day. I have business cards with my book cover and information on where to purchase it. Since the book isn’t available yet, I will be looking to see what avenues work best for sales.

What is the best tip you can give someone who wants to write?

The best tip I can think of is apply your seat to the chair and write. Courses are great, so are critique groups, but the sad fact is that you have to put in the hours developing your voice and learning to use all the things you’ve discovered in courses. Critique groups are a double edged sword. You can get valuable information, but you have to have enough self-confidence to decide what to accept and what to reject. It is, after all, your work. It has to please you.

Thanks for being a guest on my blog, Nancy, and good luck with your book!

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01Nancy Famolari lives with her husband, five horses, two dogs and five white cats on a farm in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania. Her stories and poems have appeared in Long Story Short, Flash Shot, Fiction Flyer, Lyrica, Alienskin Magazine Clockwise Cat, and Matters of the Heart from the Museitup Press. She received an award from Fiction Flyer for one of her flash fiction stories. Her novel, Summer’s Story, is available from Red Rose Press. Her mystery, Murder in Montbleu, will be available sometime in 2009.

For more information on her blogs, and upcoming books go to: http://sites.google.com/site/nancyfamolari/

Don’t miss my interview with Nancy here on the Dark Phantom on Wednesday, June 3rd. In the meantime, here’s a bit about her story and an excerpt from her book.

Summer's Story(2)Summer’s Story Available from Red Rose Publishing!

Summer’s father, a famous racehorse trainer, is dead; his only asset, a fabulous trotter. Two men offer help to get the horse to the races. Summer refuses Ned, owner of Golden Oaks, blaming him for her father’s death. Davis, a famous racehorse driver, wins her heart, but deserts her after she suffers a serious accident on the track. Behind the scenes, Max, a wealthy owner, will do anything to get the horse for his stable. Can Summer get her trotter to the winner’s circle and most important will she find love?

Purchase the book from Red Rose Publishing.

Read an excerpt of the novel…

Chapter One

“If you think I’ll stay in your house after you killed my father, Ned Granger, You’re crazy.” Summer Langston folded her arms across her chest and glared.
“I think that’s a bit of an overstatement.” Ned shoved his hands into this jeans pockets and rocked back on the heels of his English leather boots.
“Well, I don’t. When you told him he couldn’t work with the yearlings anymore, it broke his heart. You might as well have shot him.”
“I’m sorry, Summer.”
For a long moment the house was so still the ticking of the kitchen clock sounded like a blacksmith’s hammer striking a metal shoe. Summer couldn’t believe that things had gone so wrong. The move to Golden Oaks had seemed like the answer to a prayer. A wonderful old house to live in, top ranked yearlings to train, and a chance to try the breeding experiments Sam had always dreamed of doing.
Ned broke the silence. “I know you blame me, but frankly, Sam’s drinking was way out of control. I had to do what I thought was right for the farm. I hoped he’d take it as a sign and get some help.”
“He could have gotten treatment and stayed on. He loved those horse. They were his whole life.” Summer wanted to grab the tall man in front of her, flail her fists at his broad chest until he felt the same pain she did.
“Be fair, Summer. Candyman coliced and nearly died when he got into the grain bin. Sam left the stall door open. I couldn’t put any more horses at risk.”
“Maybe Sam didn’t leave the door open. Maybe – maybe Candyman got it open.”
“Summer face facts, your father may have been the best Standardbred trainer I ever worked with, but he was an alcoholic. He was drunk most of the time this fall. You should know. You were running the stable.”
Summer stared at the green fields beyond the farmhouse window dotted with prize winning Standardbred horse. Ned worked hard to make his farm one of the best. She didn’t want to believe that her father had decided to drink himself to death and put the reputation of the farm at risk. Someone else had to be responsible. Ned was responsible. She was responsible. They could have done more. She felt tears welling up behind her eyes.
Ned stepped closer. “I didn’t ask him to leave. I did make it clear that he couldn’t work with the horses until he got into a treatment program.” He lifted his arms as though he might try to comfort her. “I thought you knew.”
Summer moved so that the oak table separated them. She couldn’t bear to have Ned touch her. He’d let Sam down; he’d let her down. “You could have tried harder.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Summer. I did the best I could.” Ned reached for the white stetson he’d tossed on the table.
Outside an engine roared, a door slammed and a heavy tromp of boots crossed the wooden porch. The old oak door swung wide and a tall, broad shouldered man with curly dark brown hair strode into the room. “Thought I might find you here.”
Summer fought down the fission of excitement that Davis always generated in her. “Where else would I be? I live here.” Sadly she let her eyes drift around the familiar room. “At least I live here for the moment.”
“That’s good enough.” The dark man crossed floor in two steps and put his arms around the slight figure. “I came as soon as I heard.”
Against her better judgment, Summer relaxed into his embrace. It felt good to have someone hold her. “I’m glad you came.”
“I know it hurts. I loved the old guy too.”
They stood silently for a moment. Then Davis released her and said, “So what got your temper up? I could hear you yelling all the way across the yard.”
“You couldn’t possibly have heard. You just got here.”
Davis grinned. “That’s better. Well, maybe I only heard you from the porch, but when I see those red cheeks, I know someone’s gettin’ cussed.”
Summer stamped her foot. “I wasn’t cussing.”
Davis looked at Ned standing stiffly beside the table. “That right?”
“I wouldn’t call it cussing exactly.”
Summer opened her mouth, but Davis beat her to it. “All right, Irish. Just tell me what’s going on.”
Ned said, “I was offering my sympathy and telling her she didn’t have to rush to move.” His brilliant blue gaze rested on Summer. “I’d be happy to help any way I can. I – I’d like to make it up to you in some way.”
Davis put a protective arm around her shoulders. “I think Summer’s got friends who can take care of her.”
“I’m sure she does. Are you planning to have her move in with you?”
“If she wants to.”
Summer shook off the heavy arm. “I’m not moving in with anyone. I’ll find my own place.”

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