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When Heart Becomes Home by Pat Henshaw :: Author Interview :: Release Blitz

Synopsis

Is there a time limit on love and forgiveness?

 

Fifteen years ago, Manny didn’t show up to take Wes to the Shelby High School prom as he promised. Instead, Wes found Manny’s letter jacket at their meeting spot without a note or any explanation.

 

From college to his current job in Monterey, California, Wes has carted the jacket around as a memento of his teenage love and rejection. This year he decides enough is enough. He’s attending the high school class reunion, returning Manny’s jacket, and going home free to find the real love of his life.

 

When Manny sees Wes at the reunion tour of the new high school facilities, he’s determined not to let his teenage lover leave without them clearing the air and possibly getting back together.

 

Through reunion activities such as a quiz bowl, meet-and-greet meals, and a formal banquet with a prom-like ball as well as outside activities like the quinceañera of Manny’s niece, Wes and Manny work through the lies and misunderstandings of the past.

 

With so much to reconcile and forgive on both sides, will they end up together? Or go their separate ways with only memories of the past?

 

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When Heart Becomes Home. Author Interview with Pat Henshaw

What was your first published work? Tell me a little about it.

Depends on what you mean by “published”. I was hired by the Houston Post in 1970 to work in the morgue (library) and was offered a position as a art review columnist by the features editor. I wrote book and art reviews for them which began my career as a journalist. Subsequently, I wrote reviews for the Houston Chronicle and other newspapers as well as magazines like Publishers Weekly and online publications like All About Romance. While I was doing that, I was writing books and trying to find an agent because that was how people got published then. In 2013, I wrote a fantasy novel, The Vampire’s Food Chain, and because it was possible through Amazon, self-published it. After that I started writing gay romance novels and found a small publisher for my Foothills Pride series and holiday stories. Now JMS Books is publishing my work.

How long do you write each day?

Unlike a lot of authors, I don’t have a set amount of time or a set number of pages as goals every day. As far as fiction writing goes, my day is divided into two parts: writing and rereading. At the beginning of a project, I usually have a scene that I want to get down, so I make my goal getting that scene written. The next day, I reread what I wrote the day before and edit it before I start writing a new scene. On the days when I’m not writing fiction—after I’ve turned in a manuscript or am waiting for edits—I write pieces like these Q&As or blog pieces for book promotions. How long does all of this take? From a few hours to most of the day. It depends on how much needs to be done.

Do you reward yourself for writing, or punish yourself for failing to do so? How?

Yes, I reward—ask Amazon! —but no, I don’t punish. I’m a carrot more than a stick person. While my rewards often involve spending money, they also include window shopping. I’ve been known to tell myself if I finish a certain difficult scene that I’ll give myself a half hour on Uncommon Goods or some other online shopping site. Since one of my lifelong hobbies has been making miniatures, I’ve been known to reward myself by watching a master creator on YouTube put together a project, usually a furnished room box or building. Shopping and watching YouTube are my go-to rewards.

What do you do if you get a brilliant idea at a bad time?

Wasn’t that why pen and paper were invented? I have both by my bedside, in my purse, and scattered around the house. While our daughters like to take notes and make shopping lists on their phones, I’m old fashioned enough that if I wrote a note on my phone, I’d never remember to look for it there when I needed it. So, pen and paper are my trusted resources.

What are common traps for aspiring writers?

I think the most common trap is that writing a book is easy. It’s not easy. Writing the first draft is the easiest part. Many beginning writers think it’s the beginning and the end. Even those who understand writing includes self-editing often forget that the writing part is only half the job—if that. I have a very good friend who wrote a terrific Regency romance and published it to Amazon two years ago. My first question to her was how she was going to market it, to let everyone know it was available. She didn’t know, so I gave her some recommendations that had worked for me. She didn’t do any of them—or anything else—and now wonders why her book didn’t sell. I think her case is common for a lot of new authors. All writers have to promote their books. The well-known authors were once very, very unknown.

How do you select the names of your characters?

A few years ago, my preteen granddaughter took a writing course online. One of the first topics covered was naming characters. The instructor went on a rant-like discussion of properly and improperly assigning names and the difficulties in doing so. In his learned opinion, authors should cull name lists that gave the meaning of the names. The writer should know their character’s core and select a name that reflects that core. Armed with this knowledge from a well-known and respected author, my granddaughter came to me, her grandma who had published an eight book novella Foothills Pride series and who had named a little over a hundred characters in writing it. Turns out I haven’t given character names their required consideration. When a character isn’t naming himself, which happens to me a lot, then I’m slapping whatever name I can think of that starts with a different letter of the alphabet than the other characters’ names I’ve used. So far of the little over one hundred character names I’ve used in fifteen published books and short stories, I’ve duplicated under ten given names.

On a totally different topic, what is your favorite children’s book?

Even though I dearly love Eric Carle, I have to go with Pat the Bunny. First of all, my first name’s Pat, so I have an affinity with all the wonderful things a reader can learn from the instructional text. From playing peek-a-boo with Paul to feeling Daddy’s whiskers and actually getting to pat the bunny, this book has it all for babies. As a first book, it gives a child a first positive experience with books and the joy a reader can experience with one. The book also imprints the idea of slowly gaining knowledge of the world while turning pages. It’s our go-to baby gift. I like to think that I’m Pat the Author.

What are you working on now?

Currently, I’m writing another Heart/Home novel about a former cop who was wounded in a robbery gone wrong and who is now recuperating in Spindrift, California, a small town on coastal Route 1 near Mendocino. He’s prone to sudden brain glitches that incapacitate him. Worried about him, his parents persuade him to share his house with an artist who’s fresh out of a horrible relationship. As well as writing that book, I’m planning the next Foothills Pride books and a holiday short story. In other words, I’m still writing and loving it.

Excerpt

  • Manny stopped where we usually parked way back when. He cut the engine after rolling down the windows. A cool breeze ambled in, looked around, and exited on my side.“So here we are.” Manny was whispering like he always did when we got here.His arm rested on top of the backrest. But he didn’t play with my hair like he had then.

    I clicked off my seat belt and turned to him.

    “You promised me a look at the night sky.”

    “So I did.” His seat belt made a decisive click just as mine had. “I’m not sure we can still see the sky from here though. I haven’t been out here in a while.”

    “In a while?”

    “In fifteen years. Not since the last time we came out here together.”

    He spoke softly as if he was embarrassed to admit it. My dick heard his words as did my heart. My dick stiffened, even more than it already was. My heart pounded loud enough Manny should have been able to march to its beat.

    I opened my door and got out. The ground was uneven, lumpy with rocks and roots and branches. I held onto the side of the truck while I tried to make it back to the tailgate.

    We nearly collided when we got there.

    Manny cleared his throat. I stepped back, unsure what to do.

    “Um, yeah, let me get a few things out first.” He lowered the tailgate, hopped up onto the bed, opened the tool box, and got out a couple of exercise mats. He unrolled them one on top of the other. “Here, give me your hand.”

    Lying on the mats wasn’t quite like it had been when we were eighteen. Our thirty-three-year-old bodies were less fluid and unforgiving in the confines of the truck bed.

    We also didn’t seem to be as slender and compact as we’d been back then. There seemed to be a lot more of him and me as we lay side by side. Or were we pulled away, trying not to touch? Maybe I was just turning into the princess of princess-and-the-pea fame and was being overly picky.

    As I gazed up, even the view of the sky was different. Either the trees had grown and filled in above us or we really couldn’t have seen the sky while we were pawing each other underneath their branches.

    I slapped at a mosquito or fly or gnat or something. Then Manny slapped at something on his side. Suddenly, all I could hear was soft buzzing around me, and it was game on. The word was out that fresh meat had arrived.

    “You got any DEET in your tool box?” I sat up waving my hands around my face, warding off the attack.

    “Condoms, lube. Nope, no bug spray. The yoga mats took up too much space with my emergency road kit. I couldn’t even get a six-pack inside it.” He’d jumped out of the truck bed and was doing some sort of primitive bug repellent dance.

    After I joined him on the ground, he closed the tailgate, and we ran to get into the cab. It wasn’t much better inside since we’d left the windows down. The bugs just followed us.

    “Okay, we’re outta here.” He started the engine. “You want to come to my place? We can talk there.”

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Pat Henshaw

Biography

Pat Henshaw, born and raised in Nebraska, has lived on the U S’s three coasts, in Texas, Virginia, and now California. Before she retired, she held a number of jobs, including theatrical costumer, newspaper features reporter and movie reviewer, librarian, junior college English instructor, and publicist. She also loves to travel and has visited Canada, Mexico, Europe, Egypt, and Central America as well as almost all fifty US states.

Now retired, she enjoys reading and writing as well as visiting her older daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren on the East Coast and playing havoc with her younger daughter’s life in NorCal. She thanks you for reading her books and wants you to remember that every day is a good day for romance.

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