Sunday, December 11, 2022

What We're Writing: To Be Read by Jenn McKinlay

 Jenn McKinlay: Having just returned from Ireland, I am in the process of turning that adventure into my next romcom TO BE READ (2024). 

Woo hoo! Because I do love my research, I have entirely too much information and the book appears to be heading in the direction of being 100 pages too long. Oops. Sorry not sorry.


I mean I have to work ALL of this in, don't I?

Sheep in Kerry

Lady's View 

Ring of Kerry

Ballyseede Castle

Graveyard near Tralee

Cliffs of Moher

Kenmare

I do, I totally do!!! LOL.

TO BE READ: Emily Allen, a librarian on Martha's Vineyard, has always dreamed of a life of travel and adventure. Feeling trapped, she writes a letter to the Irish author Siobhan Riordan, who saved her life. By which, Emily means that Siobhan's books got her through some of the darkest days of her existence. 

Emily is shocked when Siobhan offers her a job as an author assistant/bookshop clerk in the Last Chapter, Siobhan's bookshop in Finn's Hollow, Ireland. Of course, Emily goes, but she doesn't reckon on the bookshop manager, Siobhan's son Kieran Murphy, being unhappy about her arrival. 

As Emily helps Siobhan write the final book in her acclaimed series--after a ten year hiatus due to a scorching case of writer's block--Kieran throws every obstacle he can think of in Em's way. When Siobhan's health takes a bad turn, Emily discovers that the novelist is dying, which is why finishing the book is so important to her. It's also why her son wants her to stop. Kieran believes that finishing the book will hasten Siobhan's passing and he can't face that. Emily is torn between helping Siobhan find closure with her series and her growing feelings for the mercurial Irishman, who is slowly staking a claim on her heart. 

Here's the very rough opener for anyone who wants a gander: 

Chapter One

     “Em, are you all right?” Samantha Gale, my very best friend in the entire world, answered her phone on the fourth ring. Her voice was rough with sleep and it belatedly occurred to me that nine o’clock in the morning in Finn’s Hollow, Ireland was four o’clock in the morning in Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard.
     “Oh, I’m sorry. Damn it. I woke you up, didn’t I?” I asked, knowing full well by then that I had and feeling awful about it.
     “No, it’s fine,” Sam said. “I told you when you left that I’m always here for you.” There was a low grumbling in the background and she added, “And Ben says he’s here for you, too.”
     That made me laugh. Sam and Ben had become couple goals for me. Not that I thought I’d ever find anything like the connection they’d made but they kept the pilot light of my innermost hope aflame.
     “Thank you and thank Ben,” I said. “I’m going to hang up now and let you go back to sleep. Forget I ever called.” 
     “Emily Allen, don’t you dare hang up on me,” Sam said. Now she sounded fully awake. Oops.
     “No, really I—” I began but she interrupted me.
     “Tell me why you’re calling, otherwise I’ll worry and no one wants that.” There was more grumbling in the background. Sam laughed and said, “Ben says he’s begging you to tell me so that I don’t drive him crazy with speculation.”
     I grinned. She would, too. Then I grew serious. 
     Glancing around the Last Chapter, the quaint bookstore in which I was presently standing, I noted objectively that it was a booklover’s dream come true. A three story brick building chock full of books of all kinds with a small café at the back of the first floor, where the scent of fresh brewed coffee, berry filled scones, and cinnamon pastry permeated the air. I felt myself lean in that direction as if the delicious aromas were pulling me toward them. 
     One of the store clerks had just unlocked the front door of the shop a few moments ago, and I had drafted in behind a handful of customers who’d been waiting. I’d been agog ever since. 
     This was it. The bookshop where I’d be working for the next year. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. The black wool turtleneck sweater I was wearing, in an attempt to defeat the early November chill, felt as if it were choking me and I was quite sure the pain spearing across my head meant I was having an aneurysm.
     “I’m supposed to meet my boss in a few minutes, and I think I’m having a heart attack or potentially a stroke,” I said.
     There was a beat of silence on the other end of the phone. Then Sam said, “Tell me your symptoms.”
     I listed them all and she noted each one with an “uh-huh” which told me nothing whatsoever as to what she was thinking about my condition. I was three thousand miles away and starting a new job in a bookstore, having put my career as a librarian on Martha’s Vineyard on hold to chase some crazy fantasy where I traveled to a foreign destination and lived a life full of adventure.
      “I think I’m going to throw up,” I groaned. 
     “Take a deep breath,” Sam said. “You know the drill—in for eight seconds, hold for four, out for eight.”
     I sucked in a breath. My head pounded. “I can’t. It makes my head throb. See? Aneurysm.”
     “Or a lack-of-caffeine headache,” she said. “Have you had any coffee yet?’
     Come to think of it, I had not. I’d been too nervous to make any before I left my cottage this morning so the potential for this skull splitter to be from coffee deprivation seemed likely. 
     “No,” I said. “And I see where you’re going, but I still have brutal nausea and I’m sweating. I bet I have a fever. Maybe it’s food poisoning from the airplane food last night. I did have the beef stroganoff.”
     “You ate airplane food?” Sam sounded as incredulous as if I’d confessed I ate ice cream off the bathroom floor. She was a professional chef, so not a big surprise.
    “I know, I know,” I said. “It’s pure preservatives. I’ll likely be dead within the hour.”
     There was a lengthy pause where I imagined Sam was practicing her last words to me, wanting to get them just right.
     “Em, you know I love you like a sister, right?” she asked.
     Hmm. This did not sound like the beginning of a vow of friendship into the afterlife. 
     “I do,” I said. “I also know that’s how you would start a sentence that I’m not going to like.”
     “You’re panicking, Em,” Sam said. Her voice was full of empathy and patience. “And you and I both know that the bout of hypochondria you dealt with last summer was how you coped with your anxiety and your unhappiness.”
     “But I’m not unhappy,” I protested. “I’m living the dream, thousands of miles away from everyone I’ve ever known and loved, in a quaint village in County Kerry where the green is the greenest green I’ve ever seen and there’s an adorable sheep staring at me over the edge of every stone wall. Seriously, I’m drowning in charm, which is probably why I’m about to keel over dead.”
     A sound came from my phone that sounded like someone stepping on a duck. 
     “Are you laughing at me?” I asked. Rude but understandable.
     “No, never,” Sam said. She cleared her throat. “I just think you might be freaking out a little because it’s your first day of work at your new job.”
     “I’m not,” I protested. I was. I absolutely was. “I just think I need to get on the train back to Dublin and hop on the next flight home before they discover I have some highly contagious pox or plague and I’m quarantined to a thatched stone cottage to live out my days in a fairy-infested forest, talking to the trees and hedgehogs while farming for potatoes.”
     “Have you ever considered that you read too much?” Sam asked.
     “No!” I cried and I heard Ben, also a librarian, protest as well.
     Sam laughed. She did like to goad us. 
     “Just think if I leave now, we can meet for coffee and pastries at the Grape tomorrow morning. Doesn’t that sound nice?” I asked.
     “While I’d love to see you, you know that, you have to stay in Ireland and see your journey through,” Sam said. “Besides, if you go home now your mother will guilt you into never leaving again not to mention clobber you with the dreaded ‘I told you so.’”
     “Fair point.” I sighed. “I still think I might pass out and then I’ll likely lose the job and this entire conversation becomes moot.”
     “You’re not going to pass out,” Sam said. “Find a place to sit down. Can you do that?”
     “I think so.” I was standing in the stacks, okay, more accurately hiding in the fiction section. The shelves were dark wood, long and tall and stuffed with books. They comforted me. Scattered randomly amid the shelving units were step stools. I found one and sat down.
     “Are you sitting?” Sam asked.
     “Yes.”
     “Good, now put your head between your knees,” she ordered.
      “Um.” I was wearing a formfitting, gray wool pencil skirt. I tried to maneuver my head down. No luck. The skirt was too snug. The closest I could get was to look over my knees at my black ankle boots. “Sorry, Sam, nothing is getting between these knees not even a hot Irishman.”
     Sam chuckled, but over that I heard a strangled noise behind me and I straightened up and turned around to see a man in jeans and an Aran sweater, holding his fist to his mouth, looking as if he was choking. He had thick, wavy black hair and blue eyes so dark they were almost the same shade as his hair. Also, if I wasn’t mistaken, judging by the picture I’d seen on the Last Chapter’s website he was my new boss Kieran Murphy.

So, how about you, Reds? How much research do you have to cut out of your works in progress? Readers, do you prefer more or less when it comes to descriptions?

67 comments:

  1. You don't want to waste your time having done all that research and not include every single thing, right? Seriously, I know you'll find how to include what you need without slowing the story down with all the things you'd love to share.

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    1. Thank you, Mark. It may be the longest romcom in history...totally worth it!

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  2. Okay, I’m voting for “Yes, you do” as far as working all of that in goes [and what lovely pictures . . . I’m guessing you had a wonderful time on your trip.]

    When it comes to descriptions, I enjoy them, so I'm voting for more. As for Miss Emily Allen, she’s delightful . . . and lucky to have Sam for a friend. I’m looking forward to seeing how it all works out . . . .

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    1. Thank you, Joan. I am enjoying the heck out of these characters!

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  3. I love the detail of a sheep looking at you over the top of every stone wall. Perfect! It reminds me of how Sheila Connolly used to describe County Cork. I can't wait to read this book - do you have a release date?

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    1. I have never seen so many sheep. Ever. And dang they're cuuuuute. Sheila's series is wonderful. She really captures the Irish vibe.

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  4. You should include all of these, could the descriptions be in the dialogue among the characters?

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    1. Brilliant! My characters are pretty chatty. Hmmm....thinking, plotting, writing...thank you, Dru!

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  5. Nice teaser - both the pictures and the intro. I want to read it! My favorite bit so far is, "the connection they’d made but they kept the pilot light of my innermost hope aflame."

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    1. Thank you. Hope does feel like that, sometimes. :)

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  6. Hilarious excerpt! You had me laughing out loud at 4 am here in Oregon. I prefer description, so I vote yes to working it in.

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  7. More please! And, yes, work in all those gorgeous photos. Every. Single One. I dare you!

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  8. Curiosity question: how can a story that contains all these wonderful pictures and the joy of these ideas and this great snippet, be too long? I say write it all. Elisabeth

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    1. Thank you, Elisabeth. I will quote your note when I send this monster in to my editor! :)

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    2. Thank you, Jenn. Elisabeth

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  9. Don't those sheep all look like they are playing paintball?

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  10. I buy all of your books, automatically. I'm starting to read the Christmas one this week, perfect timing.
    Thank you for providing endless enjoyment.

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    1. Lovely of you to say, Chris. Thank you so much. That means an awful lot to me. Sometimes when I'm deep in a book I forget I'm writing for other people. :)

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  11. I'm so glad you're using the "hot Irishman" bit! You teased us with that elsewhere, and I love it. A perfect "meet cute" moment.

    If anyone can work all that in it's you, Jenn!

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  12. JENN: Love love love the first chapter.

    At first I was not sure if Emily was still on Martha's Vineyard or already in Ireland then I saw from the dialogue that Emily is already in Ireland. I look forward to reading this brilliant rom com set
    in Ireland. I would love to know more about Kieran. Is he deaf or Autistic or dyslexic? I had a friend in high school named Siobhan. She is half Irish and half Portuguese. She looked like Caroline Kennedy.

    Descriptions help me as a reader.

    Speaking of Ireland, my Mom was surprised to discover that she has 2 percent Irish DNA. I kind of expected that because her Mom looked like Maureen O'Hara who was an actress from Ireland. And my grandfather's grandfather looked like George Bernard Shaw the Irish poet. Interesting about the DNA, right?

    Agree with Karen in Ohio that it is a "meet cute" moment.

    On another note, I loved BOOKED, which I received from you in the mail, and I will post my review today unless you want me to wait until publication date to post my review?

    Diana

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    1. Have at it with the review, Diana! I'm delighted that you enjoyed BOOKED. I'm not really sure what Kieran's issues are. Emily struggled with Illness Anxiety Disorder (hypochondria) which shows up in her story in Summer Reading but Kieran seems to struggle with attachment issues. I'm peeling that guy like an onion - FUN! I swear ;-)

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  13. Having just read some real door stops, I see nothing wrong with an extra hundred pages, especially if they are filled with Irish charm and wit. To Be Read is off to a great start!

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  14. Absolutely perfect so far! So just continue as you have been. I cannot wait to read this!

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  15. You're off to a great start! I do a huge amount of research, and then delete all but the sensory details. I have it in my head which is enough to write about a place with confidence. However, Ireland is such a magical and unique place, you'll have to add details about the food and music and dancing and wandering down a crooked street.

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    1. Oh, I like that. Much better to think of it as sensory details. Brilliant!

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  16. I love it. The pictures are great, as are so many that you took on your trip. The snippet introduces us to Emily with all her foibles showing. I love how your characters are both vulnerable and strong, and how their conversations reveal so much about them.
    So, when can I buy this book?

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    1. Thank you, Judy! I believe it will be summer of 2024 but publishing is ever shifting so it might be spring or fall or...well, it'll be in 2024 for sure.

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  17. Can't wait to read chapter 2! It's wonderful.

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  18. I'm going against the grain here, Jenn, to say you do not need to stuff all of these gorgeous details into this book. I mean, imagine you have some leftover details and then you need even MORE for another book, so of course you'd need to go back to Ireland to complete your research. See how that could work out for you (and us)? And right now, I'd love to meet a hot Irishman--it's starting to get cold here along Lake Erie ;-)

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    1. Is there a genius award among us? Because you just won it, Flora. Absolutely, there must be a sequel or a continuity. Brilliant! I'm coming back, Ireland!!!

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  19. Your voice is so amazing, Jenn ! This is so endearing , and so charming, and so very, very, very funny. And you are so good at tucking in potential heartbreak, and real human drama. And we can just see a sweet and touching and perfect Jenn McKinlay ending.❤️ As for the descriptions, well, of course! And when the book is finished, you can post this very call him again, with page numbers for where these places are included in the book!

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    1. Oh, you're lovely to be so kind. Thank you. And I love that idea - to save the post for after publication and show in the book where the descriptions match the pictures!

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  21. OK, there is absolutely no reason for that— blogger has gone crazy. . And since I did it from my phone, blogger is not going to let me delete the duplicated comment. Rats. Sorry you all.xx

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  22. Jenn, write quickly. I am dying DYING to read this. Just what I need right now xxxx Rhys

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  23. I want to read all the details of Ireland but I am not a fan of miniscule details like a scratch on the door knob at 2 o'clock. Unless it helps solve a murder. Pretty sure there won't be any in this Roscommon though 😉

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  24. You call that rough, Jenn? I love it! Already completely relating to Emily. I will happily take all the description you would like to include. Your books could never be too long for me.

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  25. If you can’t use all the details in this book, then you’ll just need to set a couple more books in Ireland!

    I love those sheep!

    DebRo

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  26. I enjoyed this chapter thoroughly and want to read the book. I personally love the details that put a reader in the location. I think one reason cozy mysteries set in other countries are so popular is because it gives a reader a sense of traveling to the place int the story. I hope you'll keep adding more details all the way through your book.

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    1. Yes, it is much more budget friendly to travel in a book!

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  27. I love the photos AND all the details, Jenn! Ireland is the next place I really, really want to visit. Just your pictures are enough to make me swoon, and I can't wait to read To Be Read (we're going to have so much fun with that...)

    P.S. I absolutely adored IT HAPPENED ONE CHRISTMAS EVE and for anyone who hasn't downloaded it, do so immediately!! I think it's my favorite of the Literature novellas and it is just the perfect thing to get you in the Christmas spirit!

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    1. Oh, thank you, Debs! Wonderful of you to say. If and when you go to Ireland, I can recommend some food spots :)

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  28. Jenn, you cannot write too long of a book. I love the “voice” you use when you write. And I have read all of your series and most of your romcoms (saving the latest for Christmas travels!). You always sound like real (though perhaps smarter and funnier than most “real” people). Can’t wait for this to be published!!

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    1. Thank you so much, Pat. Your support and enthusiasm is much appreciated!

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  29. Forgot to add my name - Pat S.

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  30. Hahaha! I love that excerpt, Jenn, especially the end of it. This is sure to be a great read. Your pictures of Ireland are wonderful, too. I can't imagine leaving anything out.

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  31. Research is meant to be used and descriptions are required, dialog critical, all of which sounds like an epic in the making. I loved what you already wrote and can't wait to read the rest. If anyone gulps at the page count, simply refer them to Diana Gabaldon books, lots of research, and description and LOTS of pages!

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