Once Upon a Vet School #7…First Chapter Sneak Preview!


  • Hi All!

Sending out my best to all those affected by the Texas hurricane, and other disasters. We’re thinking about you all over the world.

I thought I’d share the first draft of Chapter 1 of the novella I’ll be including in our Christmas anthology, (You’ll have to see the final version in the boxed set, sorry!),

Once Upon a Vet School #7

Lena takes a Foal.  

It’s actually part of a series…and it’s in the middle. The others will be written out from there!

In case you don’t know, I’m an equine vet and have until now written awarded historical fiction and technical veterinary non-fiction. My writing buddies have been after me for ages to write these stories, so thank you to Authors of Main Street for offering me the opportunity to stretch my literary wings!

I hope you enjoy my first dip into contemporary fiction–my stab at becoming the next, albeit female, James Herriot!

Enjoy!

Let me know what you think!  If you want to stay posted on when the Christmas Boxed Set will be available, come on over to  Authors of Main Street, here!!!!

xx

Lizzi

 

1986 Northern California

Mickey’s roan ears, silhouetted against the pale green light filtering into the tiny glade, rose higher and higher before me and my heart froze–he’d never reared this high before. The light disappeared as the horse’s massive body blocked out the sun. A blinding flash of pain, and then only blessed darkness.

*    *    *

 I rocked my head from side to side and stilled at the pain— it was everywhere. I opened my eyes. It made no difference. Full dark already, then.

Something hit my leg and I froze, then a wuffling nose pushed at my face, and I jumped. That hurt too.

Where was I?

It all came flooding back, then, with the throbbing in my leg. Odd…the blasted horse was still here. I lifted a hand to Mickey’s nose and found his rein still in my death-grip.

Thank god for small favors. At least I wouldn’t have to walk home—it was a good 3 miles from this little glade, hidden among the fields in Northern California. I’d learned early on in my life in the Santa Cruz Mountains that one never lets go of the reins when falling off. Riding boots were never designed for hiking.

It was all very well to have a horse to hand, but not much use if I couldn’t get up and mounted. My leg felt like hell, and who knew what other injuries I had? I needed to be on my way before the pain got worse. It was my favorite ride—a little gully filled with tall trees in the middle of nowhere, but that being said, no one would find me here for ages.

I managed to climb up the near foreleg of the now-repentant horse until I could grab a stirrup iron. I couldn’t feel any blood on me, other than from the smarting grazes on my face and arms, so clearly I’d live, but man, did my leg hurt. Puffy swelling already bulged above the top of my tall boot…I’d need to get it off soon, before I couldn’t. Call me vain, but I’d almost rather cut off my leg than the long leather laced field boots I’d waited nearly two decades to own.

Mickey walked like a lamb while I hopped beside him to a fallen log, my right hand twisted in his mane. Swearing, cold sweat pouring from every pore, I managed to clamber up and slid onto his back all anyhow, then we walked on in the pitch blackness, heading for the barn.

Someone was there in the darkness before us. I pulled Mickey to a halt as I took in a strange white double cab pickup truck glowing the light of the dim bulb high above the stable yard. A creak, and the barn door swung open, then closed behind the tall figure of a man, unrecognizable in the distance. My stomach clenched as he spun toward us. There weren’t any men boarding horses here.

“Hello, who’s there?” a male voice rang out.

I sighed with relief. It was Dr. Allen, one of the Equine Surgery residents from the veterinary school.

“It’s me, Lena, from ICU.”

He walked toward me and I squeezed my legs to move my horse forward before I thought and yelped, but bit it off.

“What the heck are you doing out riding at this hour?” he said, His brows narrowed as I rode up to him. “And what have you done to your face?”

“Ahhh…we had a…disagreement about going home.”

“I take it the horse won? When did you leave?” He set down a bucket of bandaging materials and pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and dropped it into the bucket, then took hold of Mickey’s reins.

“Mid-afternoon.” I said, with a wince.

“That’s a long ride.”

“I only went to the glade, a few miles across the fields.”

He frowned as his eyes scanned the perfectly cool horse, then his eyes snapped to mine.

“What happened? Are you OK?”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want anyone to know about it, especially someone from the vet school, but it seems I had little choice. The corral fences at this old barn were too rickety to be climbing around on, and I needed help getting off.

“I’ve hurt my leg.” I tried for nonchalance, but all that came out was a whine. Gritting my teeth, I gripped my breeches above the knee to pull my left leg up and move it back, so my toe could slide out of the stirrup.

“Do you need some help?” The furrows in his brow deepened, and he scowled at the roan. “What have you done with her?” he muttered to the horse, as he moved around his rump to his near side and froze, staring at my knee, then at my eyes, as comprehension dawned. “Is this horse named Mickey? Just what sort of a disagreement was this?”

I took a deep breath.

“Yes, it’s Mickey. He sort of fell on me.”

“Sort of? How’d he fall? It’s flat out there.”

“He fell over backwards…and I was in the way,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.

“That riding school should…” he started, then seemed to reconsider. “Anyway, you’re hurt,” he said, his voice softening. “Can you get down?”

I shook my head.

“Let me help.” He slipped the stirrup from beneath my boot, and held me still while I kicked the other leg over Mickey’s rump, then he lowered me to the ground.

I couldn’t help gasping when the bad leg hit the ground, but at least I could bear weight.

“I’ll put him away and give you a ride home.”

“I can driv—”

“You were knocked out, weren’t you?” He raised a brow at me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know.”

“Right. How about I give you a ride home? That old truck of yours’ll have a heavy clutch, won’t it?”

I nodded.

“You’ll never manage it like this, will you?”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t have managed. I hadn’t thought past getting back to the barn in one piece.

“His feed’s in his stall, and I take my saddle and bridle home,” I said, hopping to my truck to gather what I’d need tonight from the front seat. Locking it, I made my way to his truck and leaned against it, the metal of the panel cool on the burning patches on the backs of my arms.

“Hop in,” he said, as he led the roan into his stall and slipped the halter from his head. He growled something low at the beast and closed the stall door. With my saddle over his arm, he exited the barn and put my saddle in the back seat of the white university ambulatory service vehicle.

“Can’t you get in?” he said, as he walked up to me.

I shook my head and glanced down.

His eyes followed mine to the swollen leg. He shook his head and then picked me up and placed me gently in the passenger seat.

“We need to get that boot off and get you to the hospital.”

“Home is fine, thanks.”

“Hospital.” He frowned.

“No.”

He gritted his teeth and was silent for a moment.

“How about student health?”

“No, I’ll be fine. It’s just a little swelling. They’ll tell me to elevate it, take anti-inflammatories, and rest.”

“Correct, but we should get it checked out.”

“Can you please just check it?”

He sighed and pulled a penlight from his pocket, then flicked it at my eyes, first one, then the other, then back and forth between them.

“Your light reflexes are normal, but that leg…”

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure. I’ve had worse.”

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Home it is, then, but get it checked out as soon as you can, eh?”

The tiniest bump in the road on the way to my house jarred my leg, but it was interesting, riding beside Dr. Allen. I glanced across at him. For a guy who grew up in the snobbiest town in my home county, I had to give it to him—he was remarkably nice. Pretty drop-dead gorgeous, too, if you happen to like your classical tall, dark and handsome…

I shook my head at myself.

Just remember how tall, dark, and handsome had turned out last time.

“Is there someone at your place that can help you with your boot? Getting it on—off, I mean?” He flushed in the glow from the dashboard lights and clamped his lips together.

I had to clamp my own to keep from grinning at his blush. He wasn’t helping me keep my mind where it belonged, really. Residents were sort of off-limits to the students, but…now I knew he was actually nice, well, that changed things a little. I always thought he’d be stuck up…and I’d kept my distance, despite his appearances in my dreams…for quite some time now.

“My housemates might be home,” I blurted out.

He let out a long breath and seemed to relax.

“You might get that field boot off before some idiot wants to cut it off…one reason not go to the hospital, I guess,” he said, with the hint of a grin.

“My thinking, exactly.” I smiled. I knew a little about him. He’d spent years as a farrier and then as a vet, while showing hunter-jumpers to an exacting level—to the degree of changing shoes between judges to change the horse’s movement.

He’d understand about good boots.

No lights showed as we drove up before my house, and this time he didn’t ask. He came around to my side of the truck, picked me up and carried me to the door as if weighed nothing, which of course, wasn’t true. It was a bit disconcerting having his face that close, so I turned my heated cheeks away and fumbled with the house keys.

With a lot of swearing and more tears than I’d like to have shown him, we got the boot off, intact.

“There’s an ace bandage in the drawer in the bathroom,” I said, staring at my leg, already a faint blue all the way from my toes to most of the way up my thigh.

“Are these yours?” He shot me a look and held up my running shorts. My face burned even hotter now. The shorts had been on the bathroom floor with some lacy panties.

I nodded, and he tossed the shorts to me and disappeared again into the bathroom.

“Put them on, please. I’d like to check that leg.”

I grinned, despite myself. Sounded like I was a horse. I managed to peel the breeches down and off, then tugged the nylon shorts up just as he reentered the room with an elastic compression bandage.

Dr. Allen blinked at the leg, then checked the femur, tibia, and metatarsals for stability. He took the heel in one hand and flexed, extended and rotated the joints in all directions, while I bit my cheek to keep from making more noise than I should.

“No crepitus, and the joints still work. I’ll bandage it up, but you need to get it looked at.”

I said nothing. There were two weeks before the start of term to get better, and thankfully, I didn’t have to work until then. Piece of cake.

*    *    *

For all my bravery, my housemates went to the barn the next day to pick up my car and feed the horse—I wasn’t going anywhere. The next day, either…or the next.

Tamara, my fourth-year vet student housemate, frowned at me over her breakfast.

“I’ve been trying to keep my opinion to myself, but you really should see a doctor,” she said.

“Dr. Allen checked it out.”

She blinked.

“Dr. Allen? Where did you see him?”

“He was at the barn when I rode in on Mickey, re-bandaging a horse.”

“That’s all very well, but he’s a vet. You need to see a doctor.”

“Are you serious?” I stared at her. “I can’t. I’ll miss classes if they put me in the hospital.”

“That’s where you belong,” she grumbled.

“I’ll keep it elevated and massage the heck out of it,” I said.

She shook her head as she walked to the sink to rinse her bowl.

“If you get a blood clot, you’ll be in trouble. Didn’t Dr. Allen take you to the doctor?”

“He tried,” I said, wincing.

“Sometimes you have rocks in your head, girl.” Tamara shook her head as she plunked down a bowl of cereal before me and stalked off to her room.

They all thought I was too stupid to live, but what the hell? I couldn’t miss classes, or I’d never catch up. I had to try twice as hard as most of the other students just to stay with the class. Some people were born brilliant. Somehow I’d ended up with 150-odd of them in my vet school class. The rest of the 164 of us had to work our buns off to keep up with the rest of the group. I’m not bitter, it’s just the way it is.

*    *    *

A week of hobbling, glares from housemates, and hydrotherapy later, things didn’t look better. In fact, they looked worse. The leg was swollen from toes to mid-thigh. Not merely content to stay a nice blue color, it had morphed to an irregular, patchy camouflage pattern of purple, black and yellow. I kept my promise, massaging it four times a day, but all it did was change colors. I understand the details of the color alterations, but it didn’t make the bruises resolve any faster.

“Do you want to go see that rotten horse of yours?” Tamarah said, one fine morning.

“Really, you’ll take me?”

“On one condition.”

“What?” I said, rather ungraciously, under the circumstances, looking at her sideways.

“We go by student health on the way back. I don’t want to come home from walking the dog to find you seizing from a blood clot in your brain.” Tamarah’s golden lab lifted her head at the W-word and jumped to her feet while she spat her tennis ball at me. “My father would shoot me,” she continued smoothly, “if he knew I’d let you stay away from the doctor.”

That got me. Her daddy, a very nice man, was also a venerable vet school professor…at our school. If he heard about this, I might be out. I gulped. Now was not the time to get annoyed with his daughter.

“Thanks,” I managed, “I’d like that…the first part, but okay, I agree to going to the doctor.” I’m sure the comment somehow made it past my gritted teeth.

“See if you can get a shoe on that foot and we’ll leave now,” she said.

I bolted as fast as I could hop, before she changed her mind.

When she’d driven me to the barn, I mooned over the fence at the horrid creature. Mickey at least had the decency to look guilty when I limped toward him with his feed, or so I thought.

“Don’t even think about taking him for a walk, much less riding,” Tamarah said. She glared at the horse as she stood between me and the tack room, with a look that made me cringe.

I squashed down the desire to ask for his halter, kissed his soft and lonely nose, and fifteen minutes later Tamarah delivered me to student health with a triumphant smile.

“I’ll wait in the car,” she said, and opened my door for me.

As expected, the doctor was not impressed.

“You should have come in right away. You could have had a blood clot! How long has it been?” she said, after she picked her jaw up off the floor.

“A week and a half,” I mumbled into my shirt.

“Well, what have you been doing for it?” She scowled and shook her head.

I told her, and her demeanor softened a little.

“Well, I guess you’re out of the danger zone now, anyway. I’d have hospitalized you.”

I nodded.

“So I imagine you start school next week? What are you studying?”

“Veterinary medicine.”

“Vet? You should have known…well, never mind. Small animals, I hope? You can stay off it and sit down while you’re treating the dogs and cats.”

I mumbled something incoherent. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was Equine Track, and worked as a Large Animal ICU Technician, galloping between three barns running IV fluids to twelve horses at a time, and tubing pre- and post-op colics all night. She’d have vapors.

Oblivious to her new patient’s dastardly plans, she smiled and left me with a packet of anti-inflammatories and admonitions to rest, elevate it and keep up the massage.

I was now able to hold my head up in front of my housemates again, and rather glad school was about to start. I was still hobbling, but I could get around. I’d have to leave early to make it to class on time—I wasn’t travelling at my regular speed.

*    *    *

The night before classes were to start, my friend Jess returned from a trip away with her family.

“Did you see what our first lecture is tomorrow?” Her voice over the phone line jumped with expectancy.

I pulled the schedule from my bag, where it had lain, forgotten, since I’d received it on the last day of school. One glance, and my grin at her excitement vanished. Spots swam before my eyes as I read the title on the first lecture:

Dystocia in the Mare and the Need for Surgical Intervention

I shook my head and nearly dropped the phone.

Not dystocia. Not foaling mares, and certainly not foaling difficulties.

Anything but that.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed reading the rough draft of Chapter One of Once Upon a Vet School, volume 7! To read the final version, and the rest of it, you’ll have to see our Christmas Boxed Set, out SOON!!!!!

Be sure to subscribe to our page to keep posted of when it’ll be available!

I’d love to hear your thoughts!  Hear from you soon!

xx

Lizzi   and Authors of Main Street!

A Sea of Green Unfolding to launch Saturday! FB PARTY ON IN ONE HOUR!


Good Morning, or Good Afternoon, as the case may be!

In case you haven’t heard,

There’s a Facebook Party to launch Sea of Green!

It’s on very soon, like in an hour or less!

My author friend Jude Knight, who also writes historicals, and I are having a FB Party here…

https://www.facebook.com/events/257122021420491/

you’ve maybe not seen anything like it… come on by…It’s fun!

What’s in it for you?  

Come live chat with the authors, get the inside story inside the stories, and be in to win prizes, just for commenting!

There will be plenty of book giveaways, and Jude and I have put together a prize for those commenting at the party, including: a

$20.00 Amazon Gift Certificate

plus the first ebook in series for each of us:

Farewell to Kindness,

first in the Golden Redepenning Series, and

A Long Trail Rolling,

first in the Long Trail Series

We’ve invited plenty of fantastic authors like:

Tamara Gill

Bronwen Evans

Jessica Cale

Elizabeth Ellen Carter

Kirsten McKenzie

Vicky Adin

 

so come along and see what their books are about!

Join in!

The party runs from 2-5:30  pm(1400-1730) USA Eastern time, and 0600 -1030 NZ Time

If you’ve never been to a FB party before,

Go to this link, or click on the picture,

then click the DISCUSSION tab, and you’ll be in!

Then follow along and comment or post pictures as you feel the urge!

It’s here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/257122021420491/

 

For those of you in the USA:

I’m on at your 2:15 pm, 4 pm, and 6:15 pm  for 15 min each time, talking about 1) A Sea of Green Unfolding, 2) The Hills of Gold Unchanging and 3) A Long Trail Rolling, in this order (which is the reverse to the series), but the first is for the launch of Sea of Green, this coming Saturday in the USA and Sun in Australasia!

For those of you in NZ:

it’s at 0615,  0800  and 1015 am

I’m on at  for 15 min each time, talking about 1) A Sea of Green Unfolding, 2) The Hills of Gold Unchanging and 3) A Long Trail Rolling, in this order (which is the reverse to the series, but the first is for the launch of Sea of Green, this coming Saturday in the USA and Sun in Australasia!

 

Hope to see you there!

 

Off to get dressed!

xx

Lizzi

Newest Author of Main Street! Lizzi Tremayne!


I am past excited.

I’ve been invited to join with ten other wonderful writers on the Authors on Main Street site. It’s here.

cropped-williamston2You may remember I guest-posted on their blog earlier in the week…and voila, received an invitation a few short days later!

My first post as a member of their blog is posted right now.

Come on over and take a look!

 

xx

Tomorrow I’m speaking on a panel on what it means to be a writer, how I got there, and who knows WHAT else… in Auckland Central Library.

Come on by if you can make it! Posted about it yesterday.

 

xx

Lizzi

 

 

 

 

Blogging at Bluestocking Belles!


Hello all,

I’m blogging today over at Bluestocking Belles page in their gossipy Teatime Tattler!

Hope you can make it for tea!  Come on by!

just click on the link above!

 

This is an original bit of story. The scene’s written, but this wasn’t included. It might be now!   It’s from one of the upcoming, soon to be released novels in The Long Trails Quadrilogy.

Hope you like it!

 

XX

Lizzi, at home, writing in an island paradise… Thanks to Kajai Lang for the lovely photography.

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Author Talks This Week


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If you’re anywhere near the Humboldt, California area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd, Bayside, Eureka

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

The Pony Express Rides Again!


Hi All!

It was Great!!!!

Grit in your teeth, hot, sweaty horses and people… and the mochila, being handed from horse to horse every two miles, for 2000 miles…

What else could it be but fantastic?

Here’s where our group started, at Simpson’s!

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It was a three-generation-Hearty Family affair, from Izzy, below shown with dad Matt, Gregg (a few pics below), Jeff (no pics, only saw him once!) and Kellie with her babies and hubby Kevin!

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Pat Hearty’s Group III  of the National Pony Express Association’s Utah Chapter took over the mochila on the morning of the 19th June and we passed it hand to hand and horse to horse until we got into Salt Lake City that evening at around 6 pm. Group II caught up an hour on its runs and we caught it up a further half hour during ours, which was a bit tricky in the streets of Salt Lake City!

What with small disasters besetting some of our group’s members, several of us got to ride two and three times!  I was lucky enough to ride the Pat Hearty’s Leonard and Matt Hearty’s Sonny!

I was even brave enough to use a Go Pro AND a helmet (the former unheard-of and the latter rare)!  Footage will follow after I learn how to edit it…it’s very long and a bit repetitive… but it gives a non-rider the sense of what it might feel like!

Sonny and I coming down from Lookout, or General Johnstone’s Pass, on my first PX ride, the same hill where Aleksandra finds plenty of trouble in A Long Trail Rolling!

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Here’s Sonny and Leonard having a little break between rides:

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Gregg Hearty off to an interesting start! (Sorry Gregg, this pic from previous year, but my rides seemed to always follow Gregg’s and wasn’t able to get a pic!) Kellie and Kevin Kimber in the background

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Linda Hearty and a few riders at the Historic Stagecoach Inn near the old Camp Floyd!

 

The oh-so cruisy Sonny in the streets of Salt Lake, pausing for a snack with the freesias, lavender and freeway behind…

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The Deseret News came and met with us on State Street leading in to Salt Lake and Pat’s son Matt Hearty and Kevin Kimber, Pat’s son-in-law made front page news on the day! Here’s the photo I took while the reporter got his famous slinging-on-of the mochila for the front page… starring Sonny on the right and Kellie (nee-Hearty) Kimber’s mare Cheyenne on the left.

 

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Sonny and Matt racing down the streets of Salt Lake City, complete with pilot cars before and after, led by a police escort!

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Sonny the posing horse, doing his thing again with me after Matt took him on his last lope of the 2016 Express Re-Ride down the streets of Salt Lake:

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‘Let’s go!’  he says…

Thanks to the National Pony Express Association and the State Branches!  My personal appreciation to the Hearty and Hatch families for all their care and assistance!!

That’s all for tonight, folks!

Author Talks this week:

Take good care out there, and if you’re in the Humboldt, CA area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

 

 

 

 

Talks Scheduled for Utah, Eureka, Fortuna and Bayside


Hi All!

Here is the more complete list of talks!

They will be  Meet the Author sessions, and I’ll be talking about History, Writing History, A Long Trail Rolling,  and doing some readings from some of the books!

If all goes well tomorrow, there will be some footage shot during my ride in the Pony Express Re-Ride!!!

2016-reride (1)Can’t wait to see you all there!

I’ll sign books and there will be a small number of books available for sale!

Hope to see you at one of the sessions!

Here’s a bit from the posters…

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Come along and meet Lizzi Tremayne

Lizzi, an awarded writer, teacher and equine veterinarian, writes Historical Romantic Suspense with a Pony Express flair.

Catch her on her visit from New Zealand to ride in the Re-Ride!

Salt Lake City, Utah:  

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m. Venue: The Hatch Residence,  1614 S. 1700 E., Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

Fortuna, California:

Friday, 24 June 4 p.m.  Venue: Fortuna Library: 753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka, California:

Saturday, June 25, 3 p.m. Venue:  Eureka Library: 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside, California:

Saturday, 25 June, 7-9 p.m. Venue:  Bayside Grange: 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

Everyone welcome! Hope to see you there!

Find Lizzi at:

http://lizzitremayne.com or

FB Lizzi Tremayne Author!

 

Come Along to a Talk Soon!! Salt Lake, Sacramento, Arcata!


Hi All!

You’re all invited to some talks, coming soon!

What we’ll talk about….

A Long Trail Rolling is an Historical Romantic Suspense novel, and the first in The Long Trail Quadrilogy. The book is a crossover between YA and Adult.cv_a_long_trail_rolling

I am an awarded, self-published author, equine veterinarian with an equine dental practice(UCD grad) and high school teacher. I have recently stepped down from being the President of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. A California native, I have lived in New Zealand since 1991.

2016-reride (1)The purpose of my trip to the USA is to ride a portion of the Pony Express Re-Ride on June 19th, over the Utah part of the trail included in my story. 

There will be:

·      Readings from the novel

·      Talk about the Pony Express (as will have left from Old Sacramento on its way east the previous week!)  I’ve got a PowerPoint presentation with plenty of pics from the Utah portion of the trail and will hopefully have some great Go Pro footage from my riding of the Re-Ride on the 19th of June!

·      Discussion of writing, or researching and writing historical novels

·      Talk about NaNoWriMo with budding writers of any age. I led a group of thirteen year olds through NaNo last year in New Zealan

 We’re open to suggestions! 

Would love to see you all there!

xxx

2016 USA Book Tour: West

 

Salt Lake City, Utah:Travellers rest station

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m.

Venue: The Hatch Residence, 1614 S. 1700 E.,

Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

 

Sacramento, CA:oldsac_pony_express_statue

23 June TBA

Eureka, CA:P1030181

25 June late afternoon, location TBA

 

Will be updated as locations are confirmed.

Hope to see you all there!

xx

Lizzi

Sneak Preview! A blog post for the 21 August on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…


Just for a bit of fun, here’s one of the blog posts I’m posting on the 21st of this month on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…

Hello All! Welcome back!

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Here’s another excerpt… with Scotty, horses and sparks flying between Aleksandra and Xavier…

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Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘Okay now, Querida?’

‘As okay as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s okay. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

~    ~    ~

Hope you enjoyed the tale! Want to read more?

Come on by my website to see how you can get your hands on a copy, whether ebook, paperback or hardcover! It’s now also available in LARGE PRINT in paperback and hardcover with dust jacket from bookstores around the world! Just tell your favourite bookstore book buyer they can order it from Ingram!

OR…

you can win a free ebook copy if you’re the lucky winner of our giveaway!

To enter into the giveaway, just comment on the blog with what you liked about the excerpt or blog post and one lucky person will be in to win a copy of A Long Trail Rolling, my new Western Historical Romantic Adventure, or… a Horsey Historical Romantic Adventure, complete with plenty of suspense!

Next week, after the party, I’ll pick one winner from those who commented! 

Hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’ll be back tomorrow with some posts about The Long Trail Quadrilogy, still in progress!

Good luck in the competition!

About the Author:

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine veterinarian at UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, practiced in the California Pony Express and Gold Country before emigrating to New Zealand. When not writing, she’s swinging a rapier or shooting a bow in medieval garb, riding, driving a carriage or playing on her farm, singing, or working as an equine veterinarian or science teacher. She is multiply published and awarded in special interest magazines and veterinary periodicals.

For more information, please visit:

my website

my Facebook fanpage,

 

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Come Over to The Romance Studio for the TRS End of Summer Bash, this WHOLE WEEK!


Hello All!
I’m posting ALL WEEK on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash! Come on by to see what my book is all about, and a bit of background about A Long Trail Rolling, its author (me!) and the in-progress sequels in @The Long Trails Quadrilogy, The Hills of Gold Unchanging​, A Sea of Green Unfolding and A Bold Country Evolving​!
It’s at…

The Romance Studio End of Summer Bash

and it starts TODAY!

Join me and hundreds of other authors:

Paige Tyler, Gail Koger,lizzie starr,Sam Cheever,Tina Gayle,Roz Lee,Debora Dennis,Kate Hill/Saloni Quinby,Cornelia Amiri,Rita Hestand,Zenobia Renquist,Jianne Carlo,Lola Karns,Lisa Carlisle,Christine Murphy,Kitsy Clare,J.R. Gray,London Saint James,Nicola Cameron,Cate Masters,Haley Whitehall,Shiloh Saddler,Naomi Bellina,Leigh Ellwood,Teri Riggs,Ute Carbone,Susan Hanniford Crowley,Lacey Roberts,Susan Horsnell,Lucy Felthouse,B.J. McCall,Denyse Bridger,Sharon Buchbinder,Amanda Bretz,Justus Roux,Janet Eckford,Natalie-Nicole Bates,Sean Michael,Megan Slayer,Wendi Zwaduk,Katya Armock,Tina Donahue,Sharita Lira,Sarah Grimm,Samantha Gentry,Shawna Delacorte,JoAnne Myers,Charity Parkerson,Jami Gray,A.M. Griffin,Tory Richards

To go straight to my posts, click here!

It’s time to celebrate our last tanning days in the Northern Hemisphere and the last of the rainy days in the Southern !

Enjoy reading excerpts and blog posts!  Have FUN!    Win Prizes!

Here are the details:

We’re celebrating the end to a fabulous summer (or winter in the Southern Hemisphere) as we always do — with a End of Summer Bash! We’re giving away an Amazon gift ecard (electronic gift card only, value $115) to one lucky reader and we’re giving away a lot of other prizes from the TRS prize vault and participating authors too!

Where is it going to be held?

The event will be held exclusively at the TRS PARTY SITE.

When is it going to be held?

From August 17 – 23, 2015. Times? All day! (since it’s in the states, half of the night!)

When will the prizes be given out?

The winner of the Amazon gift ecard will be selected at random after 23 August, 2015. Other prizes from TRS and its participating authors will be assigned at each donor’s earliest convenience following the end of the event.

Okay so HOW do I enter for the gift card?

We authors will be posting during the event period at our PARTY SITE about our latest books and other entertaining topics. Comment on any of the posts at any time during the event (should be at least acceptable/polite comments because comments in poor taste may result in exclusion from the event), and fill out the gift card entry form that will appear at the party, and you will be entered into the drawing for the Amazon gift ecard.

How do I enter for the other prizes?

For other prizes donated by TRS and all participating authors, there are giveaway forms at the PARTY SITE.

Deadlines are 23 August 2015!

Come on down & join me at the PARTY SITE!

See you soon!

To go straight to Lizzi Tremayne’s  posts, click here!

Great interview on SONZA (Spotlight in New Zealand Arts)!


Hello All,

Hop on over to SONZA’s site http://sonza.co.nz/book-launch-giveaway-a-long-trail-rolling/ for a Zee’s interview of me and her report on my NZ Book Launch!

Enjoy!

Regards,

Lizzi

NZ Launch of A Long Trail Rolling, Waihi Library, Waihi. Thanks very much to Zee for the photo!

NZ Launch of A Long Trail Rolling, Waihi Library, Waihi. Thanks very much to Zee for the photo!

What a book launch!


Hello All!

Thank you for coming along to the launch at Smith Flat House in Placerville, CA, on the 14 of January, 2015!

A Long Trail Rolling is finally rolling!


BUY LINKS: 

For those of you who have asked, here are the best buy links!

Softcover: CreateSpace

Ebooks: Smashwords

Ebooks and paper: Amazon

We are planning a book signing tour around New Zealand right now! Please let me  know if you have a great venue and a crowd to go with it!

I’ll post the video from the launch party as soon as it’s available!

We gave away a few paper copies of A Long Trail Rolling and Cover Posters on the night, and we nearly sold out of a whole box of books!

I spoke about what history means to me, historicals, my thoughts on the process of my writing, and read two excerpts.

Prize draws of paper copies of A Long Trail Rolling and posters of the cover were enthusiastically welcomed!

People especially liked hearing about how I wrote the story, and why, which was a bit surprising to me! They were also interested to hear about the current opportunities in self publishing. I think a few people might just progress the writing they started in the past… and were afraid to pursue!

Thanks to everybody, once again, for coming along! Can’t wait to catch up with the rest of you!

 

Just as an aside…The book launch ‘happened’ at the end of a tour of southern England… and the Isle of Wight… where I found the inspiration for the next series!

Here’s my new author pic, taken by Matt at the B & B where we stayed in Goring-by-Sea,  a neighbourhood of the Borough of Worthing in West Sussex, England. I’ll talk about it another time!

My new author pic, taken by the man at our B & B in Goring-by-Sea. What a fantastic trip!  Thank you Matthew!

My new author pic, taken by the man at our B & B in Goring-by-Sea. What a fantastic trip!
Thank you Matthew!

Back to work! Bye!

XX

Lizzi

A Long Trail Rolling

by Lizzi Tremayne

The Long Trail Book One

 

Cover for A Long Trail Rolling

Cover for A Long Trail Rolling

Escaping her father’s killer, Aleksandra rode the Pony Express—full speed into the middle of the Indian Paiute Wars.

She didn’t expect to become a target, but she is one now! 

Seventeen year old Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret coveted by the Russian Czar, one which could alter the forces of power in Europe. Disguised as a Pony Express rider in 1860’s Utah Territory, she finds herself in even deeper trouble. Her Californio boss Xavier has a strength to match her own, but can they overcome their differences before the ever-increasing odds overtake them?

With this debut Western Historical Adventure, Lizzi Tremayne won the 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award and was a finalist in the 2013 Great Beginnings A saga of the Old West with a multicultural cast of those who make up America, it would interest readers who enjoy Westerns, horses, American Indians, immigrants, and the Pony Express. It has a capable heroine, strong historical detail, period veterinary treatment and frontier-pushing characters. It compares to the work of Phillipa Gregory, Diana Gabaldon and Jean Auel, with a little Laura Ingalls Wilder thrown in.

This novel is the first in The Long Trail quadrilogy of historical adventure sagas following her characters from the wilderness of 1860 Utah to Colonial New Zealand. 

 

Genre: Western Historical Adventure Fiction with Romantic Elements

Content/Theme(s): Western, horse, native American, Indian, immigrant, Pony Express, veterinary, Utah Territory, Old West

Publisher: Indie, as Blue Mist Publishing

See buy links above! Available from  CreateSpace, Smashwords, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks and many others.

Excerpt:   

A Long Trail Rolling 

Links:

Lizzi Tremayne Twitter

A Long Trail Rolling Facebook

Lizzi Tremayne Facebook 

Pinterest

Thanks for reading!

See you soon!

Lizzi Tremayne

A Long Trail Rolling is Being Published as We Speak! Cover Reveal, Buy Links and USA Book Launch!


Hello All!

A Long Trail Rolling is finally live.

BUY LINKS: 

For those of you who have asked, here are the best buy links!

Softcover: CreateSpace

Ebooks: Smashwords

Ebooks and paper: Amazon

 

BOOK LAUNCH:


Come along to our USA BOOK LAUNCH of A Long Trail Rolling!
14 January 2015 in Placerville, CA!
please RSVP at Eventbrite: https://eventbrite.co.nz/event/15130485690/


Looking forward to seeing you all there! Will have a book launch in New Zealand upon our return home!
XX

 

A Long Trail Rolling

by Lizzi Tremayne

The Long Trail Book One

 

Cover for A Long Trail Rolling

Cover for A Long Trail Rolling

Escaping her father’s killer, Aleksandra rode the Pony Express—full speed into the middle of the Indian Paiute Wars.

She didn’t expect to become a target, but she is one now! 

Seventeen year old Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret coveted by the Russian Czar, one which could alter the forces of power in Europe. Disguised as a Pony Express rider in 1860’s Utah Territory, she finds herself in even deeper trouble. Her Californio boss Xavier has a strength to match her own, but can they overcome their differences before the ever-increasing odds overtake them?

With this debut Western Historical Adventure, Lizzi Tremayne won the 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award and was a finalist in the 2013 Great Beginnings A saga of the Old West with a multicultural cast of those who make up America, it would interest readers who enjoy Westerns, horses, American Indians, immigrants, and the Pony Express. It has a capable heroine, strong historical detail, period veterinary treatment and frontier-pushing characters. It compares to the work of Phillipa Gregory, Diana Gabaldon and Jean Auel, with a little Laura Ingalls Wilder thrown in.

This novel is the first in The Long Trail quadrilogy of historical adventure sagas following her characters from the wilderness of 1860 Utah to Colonial New Zealand. 

 

Genre: Western Historical Adventure Fiction with Romantic Elements

Content/Theme(s): Western, horse, native American, Indian, immigrant, Pony Express, veterinary, Utah Territory, Old West

Release Date: 10 January 2015Softcover book cover for CreateSpace!

Launch Party: 14 January 2015, Placerville, California! 

Publisher: Indie, as Blue Mist Publishing

Will be available from  Smashwords, Amazon,(preorder from these two) and CreateSpace, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Draft 2 Digital and many others. Will

post buy links as soon as they are available.

Excerpt and more

A Long Trail Rolling excerpt

Links:

Lizzi Tremayne Twitter

A Long Trail Rolling Facebook

Lizzi Tremayne Facebook 

Pinterest

Thanks for reading!

See you soon!

Lizzi Tremayne

 ……………

Freebie excerpt!

Lookout Pass, she reminded herself as she neared the summit. Glancing north to the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains, she swallowed hard as she thought again of her papa and the fossil he’d fossicked for her from its rocky ledges.

The spotted pony broke into a lope over the crest of the hill and began the mile-long descent. Aleksandra’s thoughts filled with memories, she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her head.

Her heart stopped in its tracks and she flung herself to the left side of the Palouse’s neck in a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.

‘Yah! Yah! Let’s go, Scout!’ she shouted, throwing the reins at him.

He needed little urging to run full tilt down the steep and treacherously rocky trail as the yells of Indian warriors echoed through the narrow valley. The arrows came hard and fast from the southwest, screaming like a mad bunch of hornets.

Smart. Her lips curved in the hint of a wry grin.

The Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun, so Aleksandra couldn’t see her attackers in the glimpses she stole,from beneath Scout’s neck, of the world whizzing past. With the ground only three feet from her head, the scent of sage filled her nostrils when Scout crashed through a clump of brush. Briefly considering letting go of one of her death-grip holds onto the racing horse to pull a gun from her holster, something akin to suicide, she tightened her lip in a grimace and stayed put, trusting far more in the Palouse’s speed and handiness to save them. Knowing her weight hanging off to one side had to put him off his best, she tried to stay out of his way, keeping as still as possible, tucked down on the side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold, she sent fervent thanks to the pony selectors for their choice of horses.

How I would love to have my bow and arrows, but I only need to get us through to Doc Faust at Rush—

The Palouse interrupted her musings as he threw up his head and reared, angrily trumpeting and shaking his head for a moment, nearly dropping Aleksandra, then resumed his headlong rush down the hill. When he carried on, she heard whistling sounds with every breath and turned her face forward to see where the noise was coming from.

Then she saw the arrow.

Looking forward to seeing you soon!

Kind regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

A Long Trail Rolling is a Pacific Hearts Finalist


Hello All!

Thanks for stopping by! A couple of bits of news for you today!

I’ve just heard I’ve been selected  as one of three  finalists in the RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award 2014 with A Long Trail Rolling (previously called Express Desire).  The Pacific Hearts Award is a full-novel competition, the only one run by RWNZ! (For more information:  http://www.romancewriters.co.nz/contests/pacific-hearts-award-2014-2/ ).

 

 Pacific Hearts trophies

Winners will be announced at the upcoming RWNZ Conference, http://www.romancewriters.co.nz/2014-conference/  

I’m truly buzzed about my placing!  Can’t wait to hear! Hope to see many of you at the conference!

 

 

More news,  I’ll be the new Secretary of the RWNZ, starting at said conference!

My final bit of news, is that author Jean Drew offered me a great opportunity, a guest post on her blog this week!

 

It’s up now and is entitled  ‘Love of all things historical gets Lizzie writing!’

In it, I answer questions, like:

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

In which genre do you prefer to write and why?

Can you give us some details about your upcoming release/s?

Who are some of your favourite authors?

When you are not writing, what are your hobbies, passions, etc?

Do you have any advice for new writers beginning their adventure?

And then there’s a blurb, an excerpt from A Long Trail Rolling,

and a new Bio!

 

Hop on over and take a look! 

It’s at  http://adventuresinauthorland.blogspot.co.nz/2014/07/love-of-all-things-historical-gets.html

Feel free to come back and tell me what you think

Thanks for visiting!

 

Regards until next time,

Lizzi

Lizzi in Action

 

Hunua Falls… A Special Kind of Awesome


It happened on the way to St Cath’s Faire, an SCA reenactment event, last Sunday near Clevedon.

A massive change in the direction of my new novel, A Sea of Green Unfolding.

 

A Sea of Green Unfolding

It came to me while I drove past the Waihou River (Called the River Thames  by Captain Cook when he first landed his longboat there so very long ago), past Cook’s landing site, through Netherton, Ngatea, on and on through the Hauraki Plains. Just after the new motorway portion of SH2 began, I took the road less travelled, the old SH2, then up Lyon’s Road, past Paparimu, through Hunua, to finally arrive at Clevedon.

As I passed the sign for Hunua Falls, it drew me. I’d never seen them, but I promised myself I’d find them on the way home….. because I knew they needed to be in the story… in a big way.

Wow… They took my breath away.

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Hunua Falls 2     Hunua Falls, 1

I found the Hunua Falls, buried deep in what would have been the “vast untrodden Hunuas” in 1863, if it were in a book by  Jack Lasenby*. They are nothing less than awesome… and as of that day, will play a big part in the novel.

While I was in Clevedon, I “accidentally” met someone who could answer many of my questions. Out on a walk in the forest there, I met a woman who’s lived there for the past 50 years…  and she was… at a meeting of the local historical society the previous night….

Now, I don’t really think there’s such a thing as coincidence anymore… Just the Universe looking after me… And hopefully you, my reader!

 

Watch this space!

*Jack Lasenby, whose books  I would highly recommend for bush Kiwiana: Harry Wakatipu Comes the Mong…  If you’ve ever dreamed of “going bush”, being a “real bloke”, or a “deer culler”, you owe it to yourself to read this book, and others of his! Even if you’re a dyed-in-the-wool “non-reader” who loves to go bush, you’ll love this.

9780143318088.jpgOne description: from Timeout.co.nz……”The third title in an outrageously entertaining collection of tall tales about a 12-year-old Urewera hunter with a moustache and a sneaky, greedy old pack-horse called Harry Wakatipu is another marvellous adventure story that is full of crazy characters and bizarre experiences. Harry is supposed to help but spends most of his time sleeping, telling lies and eating tins of condensed milk. And he farts a lot! Rich in off-beat humour and bushlore, this latest novel from a legendary storyteller is ideal for ages 9 to 13, particularly boys.”

It’s  also for anyone who wants to laugh till their guts hurt!

 

 

NaNoWriMo has Begun!


Hello All!

Well, first day, I didn’t make my goal of 1700 words on the new novel I began on 1 November,

A Sea of Green Unfolding,

the sequel to Express Desired, wherein

Aleksandra and Xavier are still reeling from the death of their first newborn child when they discover that they have lost Rancho de las Pulgas, their old Spanish land grant held by Xavier’s family for generations. An invitation from von Tempsky in New Zealand offers the escape they desire and draws the young couple to start a new life in the Coromandel goldfields. Challenges separate the pair as they journey to their destination, but they are finally reunited again in the turbulent wilderness of 1862 New Zealand—only to become immersed in the land wars between the European settlers and the local Maori, which have only just begun.

sig sea of green final

Yesterday, however, I nearly caught up. Today I will be caught up and pass day 3’s goal of 6100 words.

My favourite part of the writing so far (it’s the first draft, so please be kind…) :

 

She felt her heart could sink no further. Pushing aside the bedroll tied over her saddlebags, she pulled out a locket on a fine silver chain and clutched it to her heart before clasping it round her neck and letting it drop inside her neckline between her still-engorged breasts, the tears again falling swiftly as she looked west, up into the hills. A memory of her mother’s voice came unbidden…

‘I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help…’

She resolutely set her jaw and turned back to face the masts in the distance before her, one hand gripping the locket through her buckskin shirt and the other on the reins. The wharf at Redwood Creek was full of ships, she could see, even from this far away. The houses and buildings of Redwood City, the county seat of San Mateo County, clustered near the road leading to the embarcadero. Rough workers huts near the water’s edge emptied as the men trudged towards the wharves on the deepwater channel, nodding their heads to her as they headed for a day shifting timber, shingles, hay and wheat from laden wagons onto rafts, ships and barges headed for San Francisco and beyond. The smell of the tanneries turned her stomach as she rode past them and she put a hand over her mouth and nose, as if she could stop the smell. From the alley between the blacksmith shop and the shipbuilding yard, several men turned to stare at her and one whistled low under his breath, but she never glanced their way. The courthouse loomed on her left, the newly begun fire station beside it, but she barely saw them, her goal Dr.Tripp and Mr. Parkhurst’s road west into the mountains, heading for Arroyo Honda, and the coast. She’d never seen the ocean. Under the circumstances, it seemed like the thing to do.

Back to it.  Just wanted to send out an update!

Have a great day, and to those of you doing NaNoWriMo,

GO FOR IT!  SEE YOU AT THE FINISH!

Namaste,

Lizzi

PS, to those of you who have asked, Express Desired is with an agent in New Jersey. I hope to hear from her any day now whether or not she’s keen to run with it!

Photo we took in July 2013 of Clifton Flats, Utah. One of the last remaining portions of the Pony Express Trail in Utah which still resembles it "back in the day". It's the fine line running toward you to the right on the photo. Thanks Patrick Hearty, for showing it to us!

This is a photo we took in July 2013 of Clifton Flats, Utah.   It’s one of the last remaining portions of the Pony Express Trail in Utah which still resembles it “back in the day”. It’s the fine line running toward you to the right on the photo. Thanks Patrick Hearty, for showing it to us!

 

clifton sepia

Have a great day, I will.  I’m writing. 🙂

Regards,

Lizzi