Today, I welcome author Pam Hillman
Pam is currently hopping with a busy blog tour. Her latest book has just been released. And while I have not had the honor of the experience I think it would be likened to preparing for moving a household or a wedding. So many details!
God has certainly blessed her ministry. I asked Pam to share the journey God has led her on to publication. Here is what she said:
God's Blessings
Thank you for dropping in. I'm a farmer's wife, mother, author, pre-school Sunday School teacher, purchasing manager, and ACFW Conference Treasurer. That is WAY too many hats fot one woman!
I agree, Pam! You are amazing, and yet you continue to write books!
Yes, well, I was born east of the Mississippi and a hundred years too late. I still boast about wrangling calves, milking cows, and putting up hay, first as a child growing up in Mississippi, and later with my own personal hero, Iran, on our own farm.
Even as a child I was a voracious reader and especially enjoyed stories involving the great Westward expansion. When I wasn't reading I watched television shows like Bonaza, Little House on the Prairie and Gunsmoke. The great western writer, Louis L'Amour, kept me mesmerized with his tales of cowboys and Indians, outlaws, prim schoolteachers, hot dry desserts and boom towns.
Fodder beyond belief!
I love the old west. Between my personal experiences of country life and my research, my stories have a flavor of authenticity. My characters will step out of the page, say "Howdie" and tip their hats to you.
Are you curious? Great, well, I just so happen to have my character, Slade Donovan here and he agreed to chat with me about Mariah Malone.
I’ve heard he has a thing for Mariah, but in 1880s Wyoming
Territory, I’m sure Slade wouldn’t call it a “thing”, so we’ll need to use
language he’s more familiar with (and a bit of subtlety) to get him to open up.
I cornered Slade in
the corral, rubbing down his horse after a hard day out on the range. “Slade, thank
you for taking time out of your busy schedule riding fences and checking cows
to talk with me.”
“You’re welcome,
ma’am.” Slade fidgets, looking like he’d rather be anywhere other than talking
to me, the strange woman from another time period tapping the tips of her
fingers on an odd-looking black box making a humming noise.
I smile, knowing
the exact thing to put him at ease. “Any calves today?”
“Yes, ma’am. I
spotted half-a-dozen new calves in the south pasture. Would you like to see
them?”
Mariah Malone
heads toward the creek, a bucket in her hand. I lean closer. “Maybe later. What
I’d really like to talk about is Mariah Malone.”
“What about her?”
He gets that hard look in his eyes, just like I’ve seen him look at Mariah. I
barely contain my excitement. I know there’s a juicy tale here if I can just
get him to share it with me.
“Well, what do
you think of her? You showed up here with full intentions of booting the Malones
off the Lazy M, but here it is weeks later, and they’re still here.”
Slade grabs his
saddle and stalks toward the tack room. I have a hard time keeping up with his
long-legged strides. “Well?”
“You know as well
as I do that I couldn’t just throw those women out.” He tosses his saddle on a
saddle tree and glares at me. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“But it’s right
to take the land—the ranch—from them?”
“Her father stole
the gold from mine to buy this land. It belongs to me.”
I couldn’t argue
with that. I’d seen the deed to the gold mine that had his father’s name on it.
“All right.”
“Lady, you got
any more questions? It’s getting nigh on to dark, and I’ve got chores to do.”
“Yes, one more
question if you don’t mind.” I take a deep breath, wondering if Slade Donovan
might kick me off the Lazy M, but I had to know. “Do you think there might be a
possibility that you could learn to care for Mariah, maybe even ask her to stay
on a more permanent basis?”
The irritation on
his face darkened to a scowl and I knew I’d gone too far. His gaze slid past
mine, and I followed his gaze and saw Mariah weaving her way back from the
creek, water sloshing over the edges of the bucket as she toted it toward her
fledging garden. I cut my gaze back to Slade just in time to see the look on
his face soften, his eyes grow warm as his gaze lingered on Mariah.
I smiled, knowing
I had my answer.
Thank You, Pam for joining us today!
Reader, Did you enjoy meeting Slade and Mariah? It's amazing how the West is still a lot like the movies. Cowboys, ranchers, truck pulls, rodeos, panning for gold. Have you ever wanted to step into the Wild West? What would you like to see?
To contact Pam Hillman for more information here are her sites:
Website: http://www.pamhillman.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pam.hillman.7
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PamHillman
or @PamHillman
Group blog: http://www.seekerville.blogspot.com
Personal blog: http://www.calicotrails.blogspot.com
Pam is offering prizes. If you are interested here is the information:
Prize Vault: https://www.facebook.com/PamHillmanAuthor/events
The Prize Vault is open at Pam Hillman, Author Events. New prizes offered weekly (ebooks,
books, gift cards, handcrafted gifts made in Mississippi, bookmarks, etc.) with
a grand prize of a Kindle or Nook (winners choice) on March 31st.
Comments
I like the interview style as well. It causes the characters to step off the page and become memorable:)
Road trip!!!
That's why I write fiction. :)
Thanks for stopping by. We loved chatting with you. I'll tell Pam you're here.