Greetings and salutations! Today I am hosting Pat McDermott, author of the book, A Pot of Glimmer. She is giving away a FREE COPY of her ebook to one commenting reader! Leave a contact email and she’ll send it.
Thank you for joining me at Green Dragon’s Cave, Pat! How would you generally categorize the books/stories you write?
With respect to writing, “categorize” is one of my least favorite words. My stories cross several genres and contain fantasy, science fiction, action/adventure, and romance. It’s the “what if” thing that acts as a catalyst for me. What if Irish High King Brian Boru, who perished at the Battle of Clontarf in 1014 AD, had survived? Most of my books are set in a modern Ireland still ruled by his royal heirs, though no one needs to have even a drop of Irish blood to enjoy the stories.
I always enjoy Irish stories! What inspired you to write A Pot of Glimmer?
The Leprechauns, of course! A Pot of Glimmer is the third novel in my young adult “Glimmer” series, paranormal adventures that feature Ireland’s fairies (who don’t seem to mind that I write about them). Each book features a branch of the fairy clans, and the time had come to give the Leprechauns their own story.
Why write about fairies at all? My grandmother once told me that when she was a child in Ireland, her father would seek the fairies’ permission before making changes to his farm. He did this by setting out rows of stones at night. If the stones weren’t disturbed in the morning, he’d build his new fence or storage shed. If the stones had been disturbed, he’d pick another spot and try again. Do I believe all this? All I’ll say is, I’ve visited Ireland several times, and the jury is still very definitely out.
What inspired you to write in the first place?
I’ve been creating my own stories for as long as I can remember. My family included some wonderful storytellers, so joining in seemed natural. I also read lots of fairy tales and myths as a child. The better ones showed me how a story can transport a reader or listener right out of the room. I wanted to be a transporter.
Two of my aunts were incurable Irish history buffs. When I was a little girl, they visited Ireland and brought me a copper statue of Brian Boru. I wanted to know more about him. Everything I found said how sad it was that he didn’t survive the Battle of Clontarf, as Ireland would be a very different place today if he had. Several years later, I finished writing my first book, A Band of Roses.
I’ve read that one, and greatly enjoyed it! Was there much research involved in writing A Pot of Glimmer?
Yes. For some reason, I seemed to spend more time reading Irish mythology and legends, Viking sagas, and books on Irish slang and proverbs than I did writing. It’s the tip of the iceberg thing. The research spreads for miles beneath the ocean, and what ends up in the story is a small floating peak.
Do you have a set writing routine?
Yes. When I’m working on a story, I try to write every day, usually early in the morning when it’s quiet. A good strong mug of tea is always the first order of business, and my daily desk calendar has to display the new day before I do anything.
If I’m not working on a story, I usually do something to promote either my own work or the work of other writers (I have a book blog for that). Most Monday evenings, I meet with my writers’ group, which gives me a great incentive to spruce up a chapter or two each week.
Do you listen to music when you write?
Very definitely, though no singing or dance music is allowed. For writing, I have customized, contemplative playlists on both my computer and my laptop that help keep me focused.
What do you like least about writing?
Besides promoting and marketing, I find it difficult to write from scratch, especially at the start of a new scene. I worry if I’ll pick the right opening, point of view, setting, etc. Those are the times I do laundry or make a grocery list and leave the house for a while. Then there’s that research. I find it challenging to fit facts into a story without bogging it down.
Funny – I’m the opposite – I love the writing, and the research. It’s the editing that’s my bane. What advice would you give an aspiring author?
You’re the only one with the ultimate vision of the story you’re trying to tell. Don’t let anyone talk you out of it. Join a writers’ group, take classes or workshops, and never stop reading. Read books you wouldn’t ordinarily read. And exercise those writing muscles! The more you write, the easier it is to get your vision onto a printed page. Set goals and deadlines for yourself, and meet them. Persevere in your quest to become a published author, and enjoy the ride!
Boston, Massachusetts native Pat McDermott writes romantic action/adventure stories set in an Ireland that might have been. Glancing Through the Glimmer, Autumn Glimmer, and A Pot of Glimmer are young adult paranormal adventures featuring Ireland=s mischievous fairies. The Glimmer Books are Aprequels@ to her popular Band of Roses Trilogy: A Band of Roses, Fiery Roses, and Salty Roses. The Rosewood Whistle is her first contemporary romance.
Pat’s favorite non-writing activities include cooking, hiking, reading, and traveling, especially to Ireland. She lives and writes in New Hampshire, USA.
The Blurb for A Pot of Glimmer:
A leprechaun’s feud with a Viking ghoul puts Liam and Janet in deadly danger…
Ireland – January 1014: Fledgling leprechaun Awley O’Hay leads a raid on a Dublin mint. The mission: steal a shipment of coins to aid the High King, Brian Boru, in his war against the Vikings. Awley and his team plan the heist with commando precision, but they hit a glitch and only escape a bloodthirsty mob with the help of Hazel, the uncommon sister of one of the leprechauns. Yet the money master’s vengeful ghost troubles Awley for centuries. So do Awley’s forbidden feelings for Hazel.
Ireland – July 2015: Janet Gleason has had her fill of fairies. They’ve not only plagued the American teen since she arrived in Dublin, they’ve also hindered her romance with her gallant friend, Prince Liam Boru. When Janet’s grandfather, the U.S. Ambassador to Ireland, throws a Fourth of July celebration, Liam reluctantly attends with the rest of the royal family.
Also attending are several uninvited guests. A fairy witch named Becula arrives with Hazel, her clever and quirky protégée, to beg a favor of Janet. The unplanned appearance of Awley O’Hay and his leprechaun pals triggers a chilling visit from the money master, now an undead monster hungry for human flesh.
Liam and Janet fall into a nightmare that tests their courage in ways they never imagined. Nor did they imagine that real leprechauns are nothing like the “little men” of Irish lore.
Excerpt: After a telling tales about leprechauns in the children’s ward of a Dublin hospital, Prince Liam Boru enjoys lunch with his cousin Kevin.
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Kevin never looked at the menu here. He always got the Thai curry. “There’s no better prawns in Ireland,” he said, his enraptured expression comical. “You must be starved after talking so much about leprechauns.”
Liam skimmed the daily specials and opted for fish and chips. “It’s a fine way to work up an appetite, Kev. The kids always love that story.”
“Do you suppose they’re real?” Kevin’s eyes darted as if he expected a fairy invasion. “The leprechauns?”
“Who knows? I’ve never met one, but before last summer, I’d never met the King of the Connaught Fairies.”
Kevin shivered. He’d met King Finvarra beneath Clontarf Castle. “Or the water fairies that bollixed you and Janet.”
“Me and who?”
“Yeah, Janet. Come on, Li. You don’t go messing with fairies together and not recall the girl’s name. Janet.”
“Janet with the golden hair that flows to her shoulders in sun-drenched clouds? Janet whose sapphire eyes have wounded many a helpless man? Janet with the heart-shaped face a perfect blend of lilies and roses? Janet whose coral lips utter words with a voice that could teach the birds to sing? Janet who lives at Deerfield House and goes to school in Wicklow?”
Kevin smirked. “Yeah. That Janet.”
“Can’t say I remember her.”
Kevin’s rolling eyes seemed to summon the waitress. If she knew who they were, she paid them no special mind. She took their orders and filled their water glasses.
After she left, Kevin leaned forward. “No girl is worth it, Li. You’re being dazzled by a clip-on halo. There’s a power of other girls out there, and you a feckin’ prince.”
Liam ripped the paper top from his straw and stirred it through his water. “I’ve dated other girls, but whenever I think of Janet, I feel like a swarm of bees is trapped in my throat.”
“There’s no cure for it but to put it under your foot. One look forward beats two looks back, and all that. We’ll watch the semi-finals tonight. Maybe a flick. Shoot some snooker.”
“Thanks, Kev. That’ll distract me for the next two days.”
“What happens in two days?”
“The feckin’ Fourth of July thing at Deerfield House.”
“There’ll be multitudes of people. Maybe you won’t even see her.”
Kevin unfolded his napkin and set it on his lap. “So be polite. Say hello, and we’ll get lost in the crowd. It’s only a couple of hours. At least there’ll be no fairies there.”
The waitress returned with their lunch. Kevin attacked his prawns and peas and basmati rice.
Liam sprinkled vinegar over his beer-battered haddock. He could wear steel to protect himself from fairies. What would protect him from Janet?
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