P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Makings of Aimee

Aimee is a modern girl, living in Seattle. She buys a locket from an antique store in Pike's Market. Shortly after, she faints (she thinks) and ends up landing on her face in a pile of horse dodo in 1847 St. Louis. Alone, penniless, all she wants is to go home. Enter Jake, wagon train scout, gorgeous, rude and very interested in the whore who lands at his feet. He offers to pay for her services for the evening, numerous times. When he finally realizes she isn't a bawd, he takes pity and helps her. Unfortunately, he is bound for the Oregon Territories. Aimee is terrified. What is she going to do? With no other possible alternative, she begs Jake to take her with him, offering him her diamond earrings in exchange for a wedding of convenience. After some soul searching, Jake agrees. They marry and the long journey begins. Jake and Aimee experience the first stirrings of passion, then love. But Aimee can't give up on her dream of returning to the present.

 Actually, I've always had a real interest in the Oregon Trail. I grew up in Idaho, then moved to Huntington, Oregon. Parts of the trail wind all around that area. Right outside Huntington, there is a spot where a family bound for Oregon finally met their maker. They were set on by Indians outside of Massacre Rock (by American Falls) and made it that far on foot before the Indians killed the rest. The bones were so decalcified from starvation, it took a lot of time and digging to find them. Sad story, but there were a lot of sad stories along the trail. Some of the events in Aimee's Locket were taken from my family history. Charlie Tuttle's experiences with lye soap was one such utilization of family history.Main characters, Aimee and Jake.
Aimee is a young college-age woman of the present, studying to be a teacher. Her red hair accentuates her feisty and determined nature. Jake is a hard working guy, a gentleman when needed, and ultimately Aimee's savior. He is nothing like the men she usually dates. She liked men who bent over backwards to please. Jake is nothing like that. He is a man, not a kid.

Would I like to be transported back in time to that era in history?

Nupe – nev
er in a million years. I like my TV, my hot bath at night, all the conveniences of modern life. I would make a terrible emigrant. They'd shoot me and leave me by the wayside to quell my whining and then they'd have to break my cold dead fingers to leave me behind.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Writing the Dream

Have you ever dreamed a dream so vivid and so complete that when you woke up, you felt it should be down on paper?  I am one of those people who have dreams that have a beginning, a middle and an end.  I once dreamed that I was a young German woman of Jewish descent who was married to a German soldier and had a blonde baby boy.  After my husband went to war and the atrocities against the Jews heated up, I left my baby with my sympathetic German lady landlord and left with 4 other Jews to escape through France.  We hid in hay fields during the day and traveled at night, eventually reaching the coast.  But I couldn't leave without my baby so I told the others goodbye and headed back.  When I made it home, I found that the area had been bombed and nothing remained but a survivor told me the old lady who lived there had left to live with her sister on a farm in the country taking her baby grandson with her.  I made it to the farm and found my baby.  The old German woman pleaded with me to leave the baby and escape again but I couldn't leave my baby.  I was on a train when it was stopped by the Gestapo and we were all forced off.  The last thing I remembered before I woke up was thinking "This is it, I am dead."

I also had a dream once where I was a young woman dying of a heart problem who finds two men she loves ... but I won't say more on this one because I might just write this story someday.

Have you ever dreamed a complete story?


Monday, December 8, 2014

Free Read from Willow Moon Publishing - The Christmas Diary

Check out my "free read" from Willow Moon Publishing and while you're there, check out the other great books. Here's the link to "The Christmas Diary."

Saturday, October 25, 2014

There's No Such Thing as a Witch....

When you're all alone in the country and the night is dark as pitch, just be bold because you know there's no such thing as a witch.
Cora & Ralph Sheffield

  Lightening bolts streaked across the sky.  The ground trembled beneath the booming thunder of the white hot energy.  In the distance, a dark figure posed, outlined against the vivid white light, a figure her mind fought to deny.  With each flash of light, the figure drew nearer…and even nearer, seeming to float across the ground with each bolt of light.
            A tremor raced up her spine. What am I to do?
             It was only a hike through the woods, a careless shortcut meant to save time! Stay away her friends had warned. Don’t get caught in the woods tonight! Bad things happen on All Hallows Eve!
            Why didn’t I listen? Her fractured mind screamed.
 She’s lost her way. Pathways disappeared into the deep
black of night as the shadows closed around her. An owl hooted, the flutter of wings as the night predators took flight. Spiky tree limbs caught in her hair and lashed her face! Stumbling on the group of figures illuminated by a blazing campfire was only a mistake, an error in time!
As the ground quaked, her mind raced, rumors and tales about witchcraft and blood offerings—and these woods were rife with such stories!
            Why was I so stupid! Why did I come this way!
Alerted, the figures had turned. As one, they’d seen her and started forward.
            She’d screamed, fell backwards and backpeddled through the tangled ground cover before rolling to her feet. A glance over her shoulder confirmed they were almost upon her!
            She’d ran, blindly fighting her way through the dense thickness of the woods. Heart hammered. Gasps of fright escaped her lips. Hide her mind screamed! Find a place to hide!
Cowering in a weed covered ditch, she prayed as she’d never prayed before. Be brave she told herself. There’s no such thing as a witch! Just like the song—only there were witches! Her best friend said so!
No! They’re only make believe, like skeletons and goblins. Just people dressed up in costumes.
Amberrrrr,” a haunting voice called. “Where are youuuuuu!”
They know my name! She cowered lower, face pressed against the decaying vegetation covering the damp earth.
Amberrrr,” the voice called again. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”
I won’t! I won’t be caught!
A ghostly hand touched her shoulder. She froze, eyes glued shut. It was the end!
The sound of mocking laughter.

“Come on you idiot,” Lena chuckled. “We’ve got hot dogs and cold beer!” 

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Readers' Favorite Book Reviews - Review of Absolution - In time for Halloween!

Received a wonderful review from Readers' Favorite Book Reviews - Susan Cowles - for Absolution - a vampire romance/adventure.  Check it out.  So very pleased.

"… a thoroughly enjoyable ride amidst the supernatural to places of spine-tingling delight."

Sunday, September 14, 2014

What's In a Name?

Shakespeare's Juliet says:
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

But would it........

I've often thought that having an interesting given name delineates the person we are or will be.  My sisters were given the glorious names of "Elena" (Spanish meaning bright side) and "Karlyn" (family spelling of the name "Caroline"- various cultural meanings - Italian meaning strong - English joy).

Now we direct your attention to my given name "Patsy."  I guess the meaning here is my mother is and was a great country western fan.  She loved Patsy Cline - ergo the "Patsy." But she also loved Loretta Lynn - thereby crowning me "Patsy Lynn."  Of course "Patsy" is the diminutive of "Patricia" meaning noble - which is how I envision myself but "Patsy" also means "dupe" or "scapegoat," which in terms of my life seem more appropriate.

When reading a book, I find it hard to visualize my hero as heroic if the author named him any of the following names:  Fred (makes me think of Flintstone), Todd (which means "fox") might be fine for some, but I just hate that name, Alvin (chipmunk), Roger (short form of the term "jolly roger" - hey, might change my mind on this one), Elmer (Fudd), Abner (only if he has muscles - but still blah), Ronald (boring), Eustace (sounds too much like "useless"), Igor (bent over helper of Frankenstein). 

Same thing with my idea of the heroine, Fannie (need I expand?), Agatha (my mother's old aunt). Maude (good for westerns though), Wendy (fairy or blonde), Candy (more blonde), Barbie (blondest), etc.

Next time you're reading or writing a book, give special thought to the names. Will I be thrilled by the name of the hero/heroine or will just reading the name lower my estimation of the character's worth?  Yes, it probably would!  

Personally, I love the male names Michael, Colin, Tegan, Jake, Lucas, Zachary, Travis or feminine Tannis, Leah, Lara, Jasmine, Annalise, but then those are strictly my preferences.

What's in a name, if a rose was named for the outhouse, would it still smell as sweet?

P.L. Parker

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Unforgettable Lovers Event - Correction to Link

Stop by on Sunday for my entry in the Unforgettable Lovers Event.  Dariel Raye has put together some exciting authors and outstanding covers.