Medicine, Vet Med and Horses…What do They Have in Common???


 

HI Everyone! Happy Monday!

Just back from RWNZ Conference in lovely Rotorua!  Hot pools, writing and meeting some fantastic writers and speakers!

One was Kristen Lamb, from Texas!

I loved this article from her website…it could be of real help to any of you out there writing, especially if you’re including issues about medical care, hospitals, emergency care, etc.

 

This article highlights some of the challenges I have, (but in a human medical sense) when I read novels including horses or veterinary care for horses, written by people who might have a fondness (or not) for horses…but no experience.

Tiggie says not to do silly things with horses… It worries him…………………………

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a horse-savvy or vet-savvy reader reads things that do just not happen, or are pretty stupid, things a horse handler would never do or say, disbelief in the author skyrockets…and I (or your readers) may just lay down your book right then…and never come back.

That’s why it’s so important to get those facts right!  If you don’t have the knowledge, find someone who does, or take classes to learn about it!

Maya Horse wants you to be horse-savvy before you write about his cousins…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it’s your turn!

Have you ever read a book where a character does something that’s just #TSTL, or Too Stupid To Live, with a horse, or other animal?   Doing something that is bound to get them or their horse/s killed?

Have you ever read about a character who’s a vet...and they do something that just doesn’t make any sense, or is likely to get their patient, the owner, or themselves killed (other than the inherent danger of being an equine or large animal) ?

How would you write it differently?

Tell us about it!  Without mentioning the title or author, please. 🙂 

 

 

One lucky commenter will go into the monthly draw for a book!  This month, it’s a digital version of my latest book, A Sea of Green Unfolding!

Have an awesome day, all!

xx

Lizzi

 

 

 


The Third Edition of A Long Trail Rolling is released and uploaded to most websites.

New cover, revised interior!

Take a look!

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And the paperback cover…with reviews by Deborah Challinor, Leeanna Morgan and Booksellers NZ

 

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And a treat inside the covers…

(Thanks Chris, at Bookprinting.co.nz !)

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If you love sagas with gutsy, horsey heroines and  hot Latin Californio men, plus plenty of history thrown in, you might like my current series…

The Long Trails Series

A Long Trail Rolling, Book One.  A third edition–now out!

The Hills of Gold Unchanging, Book Two-18 February 2017

A Sea of Green Unfolding, Book Three-Due May 2017

Tatiana, Book Four -Due August – Dec 2017

Come see us at the NZ Indie Book Festival next weekend!


It’s an exciting time for independent and self-publishing writers who want to exercise control of their ideas, their stories, and their books. This festival brings together New Zealand authors, writers, books and readers together in a way never before possible!  At the festival you’ll have the opportunity to talk with authors behind the stories. If you’re a writer, come and meet the literary businesses who can help you turn your manuscript into a print book, e-book or both.
I’ll be in one of three booths, either: 1) The Historical Writers booth, with Zana Bell, Sheryl Buchanan and Rae Roadley – Author; or 2) in the Romance Writers of New Zealand Inc. booth, or 3) in the New Zealand Society of Authors booth, and my book: A Long Trail Rolling will be in all three!

Come on by!
Click here for more information, plus below you’ll find three great vids!

Looking forward to seeing you there!

 

The promised vids:  Just click on them!

Talking about the Festival:

 

Why writers should go!

 

Why readers should go!

See you there!

 

With bells on!

Thanks for reading!

Kind regards,

Lizzi

Blogging Today at The Romance Studio!


Hi All,

I’m blogging today over at The Romance Studio!

Come on over to

The Romance Studio

hear a little about the Secession Menace in California in the 1860’s, A Long Trail Rolling and The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

See you there!

XXX

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.

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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!

Hi All! Come on over to Cynthia Woolfe’s Blog, we’re over there today!


Hi everyone!

I was invited to an interview with Cynthia Wolf, Historical Romance author extraordinaire!

Click Here!

Here’s the header on her lovely page!

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Come on by and learn a little about where I got interested in writing, how the series began, and some things about me you might not have known!

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Leave a comment and I promise to reply!

Take good care,

Kindest regards,

Lizzi

A Long Trail Rolling–Aleks and Xavier meet…and sparks fly…


Cover for A Long Trail Rolling

Hello All!

Here’s a bit of the story from when Aleksandra and Xavier have just met… and clashed, just a little… 🙂

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She saw the men exchange glances over her head.

‘Aleksandra, is that safe? You know about the unrest between the Pah-Utes and the settlers’ army, don’t you?’ Xavier brushed his hair back from his face with his hand, the light reflecting off the signet ring on his middle finger.

She scowled at the dark Californio. ‘My father is blood-brother to the ShoshoneChief,’ she tossed her head at him, ‘of course I’ll be welcome in their village.’

Xavier’s face shadowed and his lips tightened to a fine line. ‘It’s your funeral.’ He turned from her and moved to stand just outside the door, staring off into the distance.

‘Children, children,’ Scotty muttered under his breath and shook his head. ‘Aleks, I’m sorry to remind you of him, but who’s this “Vladdie”? We need to get word ’round so we kin bring ‘im to justice.’

She dragged her gaze back to Scotty from where she found it, perusing the handsome stranger’s broad shoulders and trim hips in snug leather leggings.

‘That’s the scary part, Scotty,’ she paused and looked back at Xavier. Despite her anger, she had to admit he was a fine figure of a man, with raven blue-black hair past the collar of his buckskin shirt and sparking brown eyes, nearly black when she fell into them as she awoke…

She shook her head and refocused, turning to Scotty.

‘Vladimir Chabardine. Cossack arms master, servant of the Tsar, armed and extremely dangerous. Papa’s nemesis.’ She looked down at the ground, pausing until her voice returned.

‘OKyy….’ Scotty ventured, eyebrows raised. ‘How will we know ‘im?’

‘Unfortunately, I don’t know what he looks like. He’s Russian or Ukrainian. Papa said he had blond hair, probably gray by now, and a strong accent. He’s ten years older than Papa. He’ll handle a horse and a shashka like a Cossack, but further than that, I know nothing,’ she said, dropping her eyes to the floor and looking away.

‘Sure that’s all y’know?’ Scotty raised his eyebrows at her.

Why do I get the feelin’ there’s somethin’ she ain’t tellin’ me?

‘Well, Rogan’s missing,’ the trader saw Aleksandra bite the side of her cheek, ‘so I imagine he’ll have taken him. He’s an unusual horse for these parts, wouldn’t you think?’ Aleksandra’s eyes seemed to hold a challenge and this time she didn’t look away.

Scotty tilted his head sideways and pursed his lips. ‘What else, girlie?’

Aleksandra squirmed and was silent for a moment before she burst into action and spun toward the door. ‘Well, gentlemen, thanks for the shut-eye, but it’ll be dark before I get home as it is, so I’d best get going,’ she said, then stopped short.

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.

‘OK now, Querida?’

‘As OK 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 OK. 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.

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Hope you enjoyed that tidbit, other excerpts here, or go to the Store page!

Take care!

Lizzi

NaNoWriMo TO START ON SATURDAY!


 

If you’ve ever met me in person…..  (grinning sheepishly…), I probably don’t have to tell you how exc2013-Winner-Vertical-Bannerited I am that NaNoWriMo (nanowrimo.org) starts this Saturday, 1 November.

NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, which happens every November.

I’ve started a Facebook page for those who wish to be in a NaNo group and support each other. Support… that means kick in the bum when it’s needed, mostly… It’s a secret group, and by invitation. If you wish to join and don’t know me personally, send me a message via this webpage, with your username from NaNo and an email or your FB page link and I’ll join you up!

The more the merrier!

 

From last year:  My winning entry was called A Sea of Green Unfolding, an historical adventure fiction with romantic elements.

From their page, …..

Your Average Per Day  1,686

Target Word Count  50,000

Target Average Words Per Day  1,667

Total Words Written       50,592    WINNER!2013-Winner-Facebook-Profile

 

 

Synopsis… you can see last November’s posts for that, if you’re interested…  but better….

 

Better, because I’ve found TWELVE students where I teach at Waihi College, in New Zealand, who want to do it as well! There is a site for young people who want to do NaNo, where they set their own goals. Find it at ywp.nanowrimo.org !

I am so proud of these students for putting their hands up.

It’s not a popular thing to do, but they have the guts to put it all on the line.  I’ve started a “virtual classroom” for them and have joined it as a writer as well, so I’m on both NaNo and NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program sites, as LizziTremayne, if you wish to follow our progress!

The local newspaper, Waihi Leader, is coming on Thursday to interview them at school! YEAH!

If any of you out there want to get involved, go for it!

For myself, this November, I’m going to write the first part of the second novel in the series.

Due to my rearrangement of the novels (including inserting one in between the first and the previous second… now the third), the second half of the second novel is done, as is the first half of the third… Soooooo..

Looking to self publish the first one before Christmas and the other two at two month intervals….

and…. have done the research for the fourth! Guess I’ll be busy…

Hope you are all having a fantastic week.

Take good care and thanks for visiting!

Regards,

L

The Pony Express Mochila is Headed for Ft. Laramie!


June 20, 3:54pm PDT (today in the States, for those of you in NZ!)

“The mail just left Lingle,WY at 4:45 pm, mountain time, headed towards Ft Laramie.”

Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah
Patrick Hearty & Joseph Hatch
The Pony Express Stations in Utah

Well done to all of you out there riding!  You might get a bit tired, but it’s not quite as dangerous as it was ‘back in the day’.

There were quite a few deaths (few riders, fortunately) amongst the Pony Express riders, but it was not for want to trying!

Hold on to that mochila!

 

Here’s an excerpt from my novel… Only Patrick Hearty and I have seen it so far, so hope some of you like it! They’ll be going through Lookout Pass soon!!!

Lookout Pass - Pony Express TrailThanks to Roger Douglass  (http://www.panoramio.com/photo/2329088)

A little taste of “Express Desire“:

Lookout Pass,” Aleksandra reminded herself as she passed the summit, looking north to see the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains and thought again of her papa and the fossil he’d fossicked for her from one of its rocky ledges. Beginning her mile-long descent at a trot on the handy little horse, she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her head from her right.

She felt her heart stop.

Aleksandra dropped to the left side of the Palouse’s neck into a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.

She threw the reins at him and shouted to him.’Yah! Yah! Let’s go, Scout!’

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

Smart, she thought, with a hint of a wry grin. The Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun, so Aleksandra could see little of 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 Aleksandra’s nostrils as the horse crashed through a clump of brush.

Briefly considering climbing back into the saddle to pull a gun from her saddlebag, she knew it would be akin to suicide; though she knew her full weight hanging off to one side had to put the stallion off his best, she trusted far more in the pony’s speed and ability. She just tried to stay out of his way and not hinder him needlessly, keeping as still as she could, tucked down on the side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold, she sent fervent thanks in the direction of the company selectors for choosing fast and handy local ponies. How I would love to have my bow and arrows, she thought, but it might just be better just to get Scout and I through alive 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 head forward to see where the noise was coming from.Then she saw the arrow.She felt herself break into a cold sweat…

The storyline…

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 which could allow world domination by the Czar.  Disguised to most as a boy rider in 1860′s Utah Territory for the Pony Express, she finds in her “Californio” boss a strength to match her own and together they create a team that can overcome the odds.

I hope you liked the excerpt of “Express Desire,” soon to be completed!

 

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Regards,

from

Lizzi Tremayne

The Pony Express Re-Ride Continues!


Yesterday’s post detailed the Pony Express 20th Anniversary Re-Ride. I have posted some handy links for you to follow the ride’s progress!

Thanks to Pony Express History –18253400.nhd.weebly.com

The  Re-Ride continues!

The “mochila,” (the leather pad with the mail pockets, below), which is transferred between riders on the  Pony Express) has made it from Elwood, Kansas to 140th and 75 hwy. one mile north of Sac & Fox casino, this afternoon.

Credit to Ryan Long, Deseret News, http://bit.ly/18XS9dh

For your information, here’s the map of the whole route!

http://dinosaurcowboys.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/pony-express-map.jpgThanks, Union Pacific and http://bit.ly/11K21Oh

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Thanks to Tom Crews!

Photos from the Start at Patee House (below)  and Chasing the Pony Express are on Susan Mires’ Facebook page (Thanks, Susan!):

 http://on.fb.me/19OPPF5

https://i2.wp.com/www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-missouri/StJoePateeHotel-600.jpg Thanks to Kathy Weiser, owner/editor, Legends of America, http://www.legendsofamerica.com

 A GREAT Website for the Nostalgic & Historic Minded!

Newscast about the upcoming ride:

http://bit.ly/11XPhHZ

For those of you who asked for more information on my upcoming novel,

Express Desire,  it is in an earlier blog post:

http://lizzitremayne.com/2013/03/05/my-historical-history-or-why-i-think-i-have-to-write-this-novel/

Enjoy!

Regards from Lizzi Tremayne

Por qué Xavier tenía que ser español, or Why Xavier had to be Spanish….


Español….   …  ranks behind only China in total number of language speakers, and far ahead of English speakers.. One good reason to include it in my nearly-completed novel…

Another one… it is the language of love…

Xavier, born of his Spanish Californio family is, despite his challenges, able to speak this language of love… In what other languages are the words for “I want you” the same as for “I love you”?

Enrique Iglesia… The best music to Latin dance to and to feel…  for me…

So, you see,….  Xavier needed to be Spanish…

Oh, you ask… (deafening silence…) why include Polish characters and language in the same novel?  Hmmm… they aren’t even on the language-frequency chart…   People who can survive what they have been subjected to for the past several centuries and come out with their incredible optimism and zest for life deserve to be heard… and remembered. And no, my Polish is extremely poor, but I know where to find help!!!!

Gracias por leer… Thank you for reading…

Hasta luego, que le vaya bien….

Lizzi Tremayne

Utah and California, Here We Come!


Looking forward to our trip to the States in July!

We will be visiting many sites from the novel Express Desire, soon to be completed!

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First, the Rancho de las Pulgas, which was the old 1795 Spanish land grant which belonged to the family of my novel hero Xavier Arguello, which today comprises most of the cities of Menlo Park, Atherton, Redwood City, San Carlos, Belmont and San Mateo (that part of the city which lies south of San Mateo Creek).

Map of the Rancho de las Pulgas ca. 1857      1853 Pulgas

Map of the Rancho de las Pulgas ca. 1857

Rancho de las Pulgas,  the Old Spanish land grant of my hero Xavier’s family in California

I was born in Redwood City, close to the home the Arguellos lived in, at the corner of Cedar and Magnolia streets in the city of San Carlos. We will see the marker on this site as well!

Later, I grew up in the redwoods in nearby La Honda. We will visit there, too.  I’ve written about it in a previous post, Stagecoaches, the Peek a Boo Inn, etc! La Honda 3 La Honda 2 La Honda

We will then journey to Sacramento, where the current Old Sacramento served as the western terminus of the Pony Express. The Pony Express statue shown here is located at the corner of J and second streets and is kitty-corner to the Museum (which I don’t think I’ll be able to stay out of, either…  My poor son…)

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From here, the mail went aboard riverboat to San Francisco, except for the few times when the steamer was missed, then the riders had to ride all the way to San Francisco!  Here is a monument to one of the steamers who carried the mail!

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Thence East, following part of the trail!

We will wind up in Utah, where we will be hosted by the infamous Heartys, supporters of the Pony Express movement in Utah, (Patrick Hearty is the Past President of the Utah Pony Express Assn and Co-Author of The Pony Express Stations in Utah, a man to whom I am indebted for his assistance with my book, along with his lovely, long-suffering wife from whom I’ve stolen much time for Patrick to answer my multitude of questions!). We will go over the Utah portion of the trail, backtracking to Nevada,

Simpson's Springs Station Simpson’s Springs Station marker…

 

And this rather desolate looking Pony Express Trail Marker below shows the site of Rush Valley Station, where Aleksandra, my heroine, found shelter after she was first attacked by Indian arrows…

mmm.. don’t think it’ll look much like this in July! The Oquirrh Mountains & Lewiston Peak are shown in background. Great pics, thanks, Acidman 1968, wherever you are! Tried to contact you! Contact me please? Thanks!

from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/17004731  Credit to Acidman 1968!
from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/17004731 Credit to Acidman 1968!


Then Patrick is taking us along the trail on horseback through Hickman Canyon!

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Hickman Canyon

After we leave the Heartys,  we’ll return to CA the long way, through City of Rocks, where the baddie Vladimir finds himself in the story

after a ‘shortcut’…

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By then we’ll have run out of time!

We will be hustling back to the Bay Area to fly out a few days later!

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

Horse and Carriage Driving Workshop Today


Happy Saturday… We’ve had some drizzle for about 3 hours now, not a lot, but it’s not running off either!  Hope all of you in NZ are getting some rain as the drought is not helping anyone!  (Yes, to those of you in faraway places, it hasn’t rained properly for more than a month or two here, which spells disaster for many farmers and stock / horse owners in NZ who  tend to depend upon grass to feed their stock).

A great group of RWNZ C2C writing ladies just left after another fantastic potluck lunch!  Blue Mist Shemaya (“Maya”) and Blue Mist Montoya (“Toya” –Of course, from The Princess Bride!) and I shared a few hours of horse information, behaviour and terminology they can use in their writing, from haltering in paddock through grooming, harness, carriages, gigs, harnessing through to long-reining (driving without a vehicle) my new pair!  Several of the ladies loved the feel of sitting up high in the Glinkowski Polish combined drive carriage and were impressed by its attributes!  They asked great questions and although few of them had been near horses before, several of them took advantage of the boys’ lovely temperaments and petted and fed the appreciative horses.  It is very exciting to finally have Toya and Maya working together after all these years of dreaming about it! They will be in the carriage together next Saturday with Kevin’s help, all going well!  I will post new pics when they come from the ladies! The bays  loved the attention (and, of course,  the 3 bags of carrots the ladies brought with them)!   Now it’s writing time!  I’ve a novel to complete!

Have a great weekend, All!

Writing and a Ride in the Gig, anyone???


Good Morning, All!

Cranking on novel. Express Desire is coming along nicely. Should be done soon… Plan to have it published before I go to States in July to ride along the Pony Express trail with Patrick Hearty, Past President of the Utah Pony Express Association as well as meet up with all the fantastic people who have helped me write this book!  Book signings along the Pony Express trail, anyone????  (Thanks for the great idea, Mum!)

Need to finish it this month. Time to rock!

Great to get onto Zen Doe’s great blog yesterday, The Wind Horse Blog http://windhorseblog.wordpress.com/   and meet up with this lovely lady and spectacular, heartfelt writer. Highly recommended, all!  Thanks, Annibel, for all your encouragement!  And you are working on your blog today, are you not, Milady?

Well, writing and planning on driving two horses today, probably in the gig, maybe the carriage… Get it done!

Have a great day, All!!

Hugs,

Lizzi