THANKFUL AUTHOR BLOG ROUNDUP
Featuring Debra Doggett
What I am thankful for:
The one thing that stands out for me is the gift of reading. My grandson, who started kindergarten this year, read one of his beginning reader books to me the other day and it made me so happy. Reading has always been a part of my life and knowing that has been passed on to the next generation makes me feel good. People who read are truly free.
Hi Debra, thanks for being with us today, can you tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C?
Artsy, Bookish, and Curious
What are your three favorite things?
Fall, good wine and the ocean
Is there a process you stick to, or do you just write as it hits you?
In the beginning I write as it hits me, jotting down characters, scenes, etc. When I feel like I have enough of the story to flesh out an outline I do that (although for me it isn't the standard outline, it's more like a bubble chart). I don't necessarily stick to the outline, but it helps me flesh out the scenes and form others that keep the story moving. I have had books that came out very different from the original outline.
What is the ultimate goal you have for your career?
A couple of years ago I applied to get into an MFA program for Creative Writing. I didn't get accepted, so I went to my professor and asked him what he thought I should do. He told me something I didn't know, that he did not have a degree. What he had was the experience of writing and editing for National Geographic for thirty years. He gave me the best advice when he said that if I wanted to write I needed to just go write. I've been doing that ever since, writing not only the novels but plays, personal essays, web content, you name it, I've probably written it. It's been a boost for my creativity. I say all this as a roundabout way of saying I guess I don't really have an ultimate goal for my career beyond leaving a body of work that people from all walks of life can enjoy.
Describe your perfect day?
My perfect day is spent wandering, generally on my own. Or spent at home on my own. I don't get many days that are all mine to plan so this is fun for me. I am a bit of an introvert, but I love to walk around malls, or places with crowds. Knowing that I don't have to interact with anyone if I don't choose to frees me up to people watch, which is something I really enjoy. My original major in college was anthropology, mostly because I enjoy studying people.
Rory DuMont has had enough of hiding the fact that she sees ghosts. Lobster Cove is a new start and she's determined to shed the mistakes of the past. If that means she ends up alone then so be it. What she can't seem to shed is Travis Reed, Lobster Cove's resident skeptic and biology teacher. Sparks fly when the skeptic and the psychic find themselves alone together but the sparks turn into flames when a ghost takes a personal interest in them.
Rory blew out a breath. “If I tell you yes, I’m messing with you when I say there
were ghosts here tonight then you’re okay with that. You’re comfortable with it. If I tell you no, that there really was a ghost, two in fact, here tonight, then the train derails and you run for the hills.”
He stared at her for a moment with a thoughtful look on his face. “Tell me what you believe you saw.”
Travis nodded. “The truth of what you believe you
“That’s a very guarded way of putting it.”
“No. It’s a very scientific way of putting it. I can’t know what to think if I don’t have all the evidence.”
“Fair enough. I saw two ghosts.”
“One fairly solid, a little boy and one kind of
wavering, an older woman.”
He watched her face as she said it, and Rory held her breath, waiting for the sneer that had always accompanied any talk of her gift in the past. She would
be sorry to see him walk away. Even though it had only been a few weeks, she realized she’d come to enjoy his company. Part of her knew she’d been hoping for something more, no matter how much she told herself she wasn’t going to do another relationship. Still, it would hurt, and she steeled herself for the good-bye. At last he nodded.
“Okay, you saw two ghosts.”
“You’re not headed for the door.”
“The kids aren’t packed up yet.” He grinned. “And the train is still on the tracks, Ms. DuMont. Nothing's derailed yet."
I've been many things in my life: actor, filmmaker, historian, writer, but putting words to paper is the most satisfying. After years of moving around the US, I've settled in the desert of New Mexico, a far cry from my birthplace in Louisiana. You never know where life will go.