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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

THE IRISH REVOLUTIONARY AND HUMANITARIAN, COUNTESS CONTANCE MARKIEVICZ By Sarah J. McNeal

Countess Constance Markievicz (Middle Figure)


In honor of women’s history month and the Irish which are customarily celebrated in March I would like to present one of the most outstanding Irish revolutionary and humanitarian, Countess Constance Georgine Gore Booth Markievicz. I recently discovered her while doing research and was astounded that I knew nothing of this remarkable and courageous freedom fighter.
Born on February 4th 1868, Constance Gore-Booth was the oldest of five children whose father was a landowner in County Sligo, Ireland. Before Constance became involved in Irish politics, her first passion was art. In 1892 she went to London to study painting. While there her political beliefs began to take shape and she joined the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies (NUWSS). She moved from London to Paris in order to continue her art studies. It was there that she met her soon-to-be husband, a Polish Count, Casimir Dunin-Markievicz.

Constance and Casimir on their wedding day at Lissadell

They married in 1900 and she became the Countess Markievicz. Together they returned to Ireland and settled in Dublin. In 1901, at her family’s estate in Lissadell, their only child, Maeve Allys, was born.

Constance and Casimir at home in Ireland

Constance began to gain a reputation as a landscape artist. She became one of the founding members of the Dublin-based United Artists Club, which drew together creative people from across the city to celebrate Irish culture. Now this is where Constance’s life took an historic turn because through this club she began to meet people who would have an enormous impact on her thinking, including a woman named Maud Gonne who, along with Constance, would go on to be a key leader in the fight for Irish independence.
Fate can play a major role in our lives and so it did with Constance when she rented a cottage just outside of Dublin in 1906. By chance, she found some old newspapers called The Peasant and Sinn Féin left in the cottage by the previous inhabitant. As she read about the struggle to free Ireland from British rule she was captivated, and in her own words said, “I read then of what a few were trying to do actually at the moment, and, like a flash, I made up my mind I must join up.”


From that fateful moment her life became almost entirely dedicated to a single cause—a free Ireland. In the coming years she proved her dedication to the freedom of Ireland by risking her life and spending much time in jail for her part in the struggle to that end.
In 1908 she joined Sinn Féin, the Irish party leading the struggle, whose name means ‘we ourselves’ in Irish. She also joined Inghinidhe na hÉireann (Daughters of Ireland) a women’s Irish nationalist group led by her friend, Maud Gonne.
In 1909 she wrote: “The first step on the road to freedom is to realize ourselves as Irishwomen – not as Irish or merely as women, but as Irishwomen doubly enslaved and with a double battle to fight.”

Countess Constance, second in command of the Irish Brotherhood 
While her passion for a free Ireland became her main focus she hadn’t forgotten her suffragist beliefs. In a slight foray from her political life in Ireland she returned to England, to Manchester to visit her sister Eva Gore-Booth, who had also become a political activist in her own right. (You have to wonder what the sisters’ parents must have been like to have so influenced their daughters to become such leaders. I also wondered what Constance’s husband must have been like to support her political views and activities.)
The Suffragettes there were attempting to stop Winston Churchill from becoming elected as MP for the area because he opposed women getting the vote! (If I had known Churchill’s views on suffrage I don’t think I would have liked him as much. Just sayin’…) Constance stood against him in the by-election and drew attention to the suffragist cause when she rode through the streets of Manchester on a carriage drawn by four white horses. When a man from the crowd heckled her by asking whether she could cook she responded without hesitation. “Yes. Can you drive a coach and four?”



In 1911 Constance was jailed in Ireland for the first time after she spoke at an Irish Republican Brotherhood (IRB) demonstration. After her release she joined James Connolly’s Irish Citizen’s Army (ICA).
In 1913 many poor Irish workers tried to unionize and over 20,000 were shut out of their workplaces in what became known as the ‘Lock Out‘. 

Constance operating her soup kitchen

During this time Constance worked tirelessly with the ICA to organize food for those unable to work. She funded much of this effort herself – selling her jewelry to pay for the food. She also ran a soup kitchen to help feed the City’s poorest school children.



She went on to design the uniform for the ICA and famously gave the fashion advice for other women in the republican movement, “Dress suitably in short skirts & strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver.” (Ya gotta love her.)

Constance being arrested after the 1916 Easter Uprising
Perhaps Constance became best known for her part in the 1916 Easter Rising. During this violent stand-off  between the Irish and the British forces she held the position of Second in Command to Michael Mallin in St Stephen’s Green, Dublin. They held out for six days before the leader, Patrick Pearse was forced to surrender. It is said that when the Countess was arrested she kissed her revolver before handing it over. Constance was arrested and taken to Kilmainham Gaol along with the others involved in the uprising. Along with all the male leaders she was tried and sentenced to death by firing squad. However, her sentence was later revoked ‘on account of her sex’. When the court told her of this decision she said “I do wish your lot had the decency to shoot me.” But shoot her they did not, and her career in politics only grew stronger.
After spending time in prison in England she was released in 1917 and returned to Dublin, but she soon found herself in prison again for protesting against the conscription of Irish men during the First World War.
Constance was one determined Irish woman because, from her prison cell, she ran in the upcoming general election! In 1918 she was became the first woman ever elected to the British House of Commons. She was one of 73 Sinn Féin MPs who were elected, all of whom refused to take their seat. Instead they formed the first Dáil Éireann or Irish Parliament. She became the first ever Irish Cabinet member when she served as Minister of Labor (and only the second female cabinet member anywhere in Europe!)

Constance in her garden

Constance had also been an active member of Cumann na mBan (League of Women) since its formation in 1914. After the Rising she helped to revitalize the group and lead the women who formed it in their political activities.
He career in politics, and her episodes in jail continued in the following years. She fiercely opposed the Anglo-Irish Treaty of 1921 and became active in the Irish Civil War which followed.

Constance joined the newly formed Fianna Fáil party in 1926 and was elected to run as a candidate in 1927. In a sad twist of fate, before she could take her seat, she died in the hospital in Dublin due to appendicitis. Her funeral was held publicly. A massive 250,000 people gathered in the streets of Dublin to say goodbye to the woman who had inspired them so greatly.

Funeral of Countess Constance Markievicz

Now that I have discovered this courageous Irish woman I will never forget her.

Diverse stories filled with heart


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Worry Wart Blog


My Notebook of Blog Ideas

I keep thinking I should write a blog about how hard it is to write a blog. I know there’s some of you who think it’s a piece of cake. Maybe you even wait until the last minute to write your blogs because it’s so easy for you. There may even be a special blog gene that does that for you. Just so ya know—I do NOT have that gene.

Nope. I have the worry gene when it comes to blogs. I could never just throw some words out and say, “Here’s my blog, love or lump it.” Perfectionistic behavior does not always work out for a person. It makes me worry about writing the perfect blog, or the one everyone can’t wait to read. So I spin my wheels in that rut and we all know that’s just a kind way of saying, “I’m stuck.”

I also worry that my subject will never be up to standards and I absolutely must have some pictures and diagrams or no one will be interested in reading it. It can be immobilizing to worry so much about writing the perfect blog.
Here are some things that I like when I read a blog:
I like subjects that cover writing techniques, problem and solutions, “how-to” kind of pieces because I find them helpful in my own writing.
I like interesting factoids and bits of history about famous authors and about places like the old west.

I like when authors share helpful information about things related to writing such as how important are reviews, what are publishers of romance fiction looking for at present, how to come up with titles that sell books, and so forth.
I don’t like really long blogs because there is just no time to read several long blogs before I start my day. I’d rather read blogs that divide the subject up into several shorter articles as some of my author friends have done. I’ve written some long blogs and, naturally, I worried that no one would finish reading them.

And I don’t like blogs that are just promotion for a book without an interesting bit to go with it. I would rather read blogs in which I know the author has spent some time and energy putting it together.
I think a little bit of stress encourages us to work a little harder. At least that’s how it works for me.


Are you a worry wart about writing blogs? Do you get a little stressed trying to come up with a good subject for your blog? What do you like best when you read a blog? Do you have any particular pet peeve you’d be willing to share regarding blogs? 


Sarah J. McNeal is a multi-published author of several genres including time travel, paranormal, western and historical fiction. She is a retired ER and Critical Care nurse who lives in North Carolina with her four-legged children, Lily, the Golden Retriever and Liberty, the cat. Besides her devotion to writing, she also has a great love of music and plays several instruments including violin, bagpipes, guitar and harmonica. Her books and short stories may be found at Prairie Rose Publications and its imprints Painted Pony Books, and Fire Star Press. Some of her fantasy and paranormal books may also be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery and Victory Tales Press. She welcomes you to her website and social media:




Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Mom’s Unique Raisin Substitute



MOM 

I don’t know if the Great Depression was an influence on Mom when she made oatmeal cookies and fruitcake, but let me just say, her ingredients were not the norm.

Now I know the Depression did cause some differences in the things people consumed in their daily lives like canned milk. Pop used canned milk in his coffee his entire life as opposed to cream, half & half, or even plain milk. There was no Coffemate or Creamora type products back in the day, but even when they evolved, Pop had nothing to do with them. I would not have thought this use of canned milk had anything to do with the Depression until I met a couple who lived down the street who were older, about the age of my parents would have been. The couple invited us over for homemade ice cream one summer afternoon. To our surprise, the ice cream was made from canned milk. So, I concluded from this event that canned milk must have been a staple in households during the Depression instead of regular fresh dairy products.

Gumdrops

Well, apparently, dried fruit including the dreaded raisin, must have also been hard to come by during those Depression era years because Mom made oatmeal cookies with an alternative to raisins—gumdrops. Not being a fan of the raisin, I loved those oatmeal cookies. 


Gumdrop Oatmeal Cookies

But Mom expanded her unique “raisins” to include dried fruit and she made fruitcakes the same way she made oatmeal cookies with delightful, colorful, sweet gumdrops. I know. Some of you may feel that gumdrops have no place in the iconic fruitcake, but, in my opinion, those gumdrops took the traditional, but miserable fruitcake to a whole new level of exquisite and tasty cuisine. Those little sugary nuggets of spicy flavors perked up that dreary cake. I did not miss those raisins or those little bits of chewy dried up fruit one bit.

"Fruit Cake"

Some of you may judge or turn your nose up at Mom’s unique substitute for dried fruit, but I can tell you right now from my anti-dried fruit (especially raisins) taste buds, I loved her innovative “fruitcake”. 
My sister visited me one day about a year or two ago with a little present. She made oatmeal cookies with gumdrops instead of raisins. Memories of Mom washed over me in a cloud of warmth and love. I hadn’t tasted those wonderful cookies in over 40 years. 

  

Just for fun because it’s Christmastime, I’m giving away a Kindle copy of the Christmas anthology, WISHING FOR A COWBOY which includes my story, A Husband For Christmas to someone who comments.

A HUSBAND FOR CHRISTMAS

blurb:

Jane Pierpont and her son, Robin, survived the Titanic, but her husband went down with the ship and the emotional scars of that night have kept her and her son locked into that frightening event. Robin is terrified of deep water and Jane has nightmares and survivor’s guilt. She yearns for a family, a loving husband and maybe another child, but she feels disloyal to Michael’s memory whenever Teekonka Red Sky comes near her.

Teekonka Red Sky loves Jane and her son, but all his efforts to help them past their painful memories of the night Michael Pierpont died have been unsuccessful. Unwilling to give up, can his Lakota beliefs help him bring peace to Robin and free Jane to love again?

Excerpt:


He laughed, the sound rich and deep, interrupting her. “I know your name…Jane.” He spoke her name softly, reverently as if it were a treasure.  He chuckled a little. “My first name’s about as long as my last.”

“Does Teekonka mean something in Lakota, like brave or warrior, or some such thing?”

“It means ‘talks too much.’ Figures, doesn’t it?” He did laugh then, and Jane couldn’t help laughing along with him.

He touched her face at the corner of her mouth with his finger. “Your face brightens when you laugh.”

Jane backed away. “You’re just flirting with me now.”

He flashed her a wide grin. “Yes ma’am, I am, but I also mean it. You are very pretty.”

She stood speechless unable to respond to him. She couldn’t remember the last time a man complimented her, let alone blatantly flirted with her. It felt good, like a warm hug on a cold day. He bent his head and kissed her. His lips, warm and supple, took hers in a tender way, so sensual, yet asking nothing more. Jane’s heart beat against her ribs, and heat flooded her core. All too soon, Teekonka pulled away and grinned.

Buy link: 
For the short story, A Husband For Christmas:   AMAZON
For the anthology, Wishing For A Cowboy: AMAZON



Sarah J. McNeal is a multi-published author of several genres including time travel, paranormal, western and historical fiction. She is a retired ER and Critical Care nurse who lives in North Carolina with her four-legged children, Lily, the Golden Retriever and Liberty, the cat. Besides her devotion to writing, she also has a great love of music and plays several instruments including violin, bagpipes, guitar and harmonica. Her books and short stories may be found at Prairie Rose Publications and its imprints Painted Pony Books, and Fire Star Press. Some of her fantasy and paranormal books may also be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery and Victory Tales Press. She welcomes you to her website and social media:


Sunday, August 9, 2015

NAMES. LOVE 'EM OR HATE 'EM?

By the English Rose.

Do you like your name? Or do you hate it? So many people who I know really don’t like their given names, myself included.

I was given the name Gillian, no middle name, that’s all I got and I hate it, so mostly I get called Jill or Gill depending if it’s spoken or written (except by Mum and my two sisters, who insist on giving me my Sunday name!) If I could have, I would have changed it to something I liked more. I used to wish I had a middle name so I could at least choose which one I liked best. Mum and Dan had two names and they gave my younger sisters two, so why not me? I want to have a tantrum!

I used to like the name Dawn, and when I was sending manuscripts off to publishers, on the return envelope I used to put G.D as my initials, thinking that the D would symbolise a new ‘dawn’ in my writing life! It never did. So I dropped the D.

My sister is called Viki Helen, and the Viki is just that, it’s not short for Victoria as so many people seem to think, but she has always been called Helen and she hates that, so much so that she has changed it to Helan, no idea why, as it is still pronounced the same way! I’d have wanted to be called Viki as it’s more unusual. My friend, Janice, has always wanted to be called Susan, and my friend Shirley wants to be called Marie.

My Auntie Doris had a little girl a year or so before I was born, and they named her – Doris! Which was fine when she was small, but as she grew they got called Big Doris and Little Doris!  As soon as she was old enough, she legally changed her name to Christine. I don’t blame her at all, who the heck wants to go through life being called ‘Little Doris’, it sounds very Dickensian!
As I am a huge lover of Scotland and consider it my spiritual home (it is actually my ancestral home) I once decided I wanted to be called Shona, a good old Scottish name, meaning Jane or Joan, but no-one would use Shona as they had got so used to calling me Gillian, or Jill for so many years. Darn it!



                                                           My altar ego, Shona.

What is it that makes us hate our name? Is it because we had no freedom of choice over it, because we were ‘given’ it by someone else? Maybe it’s because it isn’t strong enough, or poetic enough, or Romantic enough?

Do you think our characters like the names we give them? Do those names really ‘fit’ the characters? I know that in the days most of us at PRP are writing about, a huge amount of people changed their names on a regular basis for a variety of reasons, the only problem with it is, if we did decide to allow our characters to do that, the readers would get very confused! So would the writers probably! I’ve been lucky up to now, all my main characters seem to have liked the names I chose for them.

Have you ever written a character with one name, then changed it after the book was finished? If you have changed a character’s name part way through a story, why? And does that alter the way you write the character? My WIP has a bad guy who I am calling Mike at the moment, but I’m having some real trouble with him, every time I write about him he kicks against the name, it’s got to go soon! But what he’ll end up being called, I guess that might just depend on exactly how nasty he turns out to be!

                                                           The real me. Jill.

I chose to change my name for my books because I don’t really like my ‘real’ name, so for my traditional shoot-em-up Westerns for Hale in England, my author name is Amos Carr, and for PRP of course I am Gil McDonald. It would be hard to fit my full name on a book really!

So what do you think? Do you like or hate your name? If you had to change it what would you change it to and why? Plenty of food for thought here, I will be interested to see your comments.


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Villains By Sarah J. McNeal

Villains
By Sarah J. McNeal

Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes fighting to the death in the book by Sir Author Canon Doyle.


I have always loved villains. They drive the hero/heroine to do more than they thought they could. Without a really good villain, the story would just fall flat. Although I’ve written many stories without villains, the ones where I inserted a proper villain, have been the most fun to write. I’ll admit, a really good villain is difficult to develop. Villains believe they are right or entitled in some way to go up against the protagonist. But the reader must see how wrong the villain is at some point.
There are several types of villains: The pure evil villain, the forced to be evil villain, the villain who is right, the hero gone bad villain, the villain gone good guy, and the dumb villain (I personally cannot imagine a dumb villain being the only opposition to a convincing hero.)

Villains have different motives and different personality types. Well, that makes it even more interesting because readers have to figure out why the villain in a particular story has it out for the protagonist, how the villain is going to carry out the plan to thwart the hero, and how the culmination of all the villains efforts will present itself.  There has to come a point in the story where it looks like the antagonist is going to win and there better be a death-gripping something going on to lead the reader to believe the protagonist might not win. Protagonists cannot come out of this climax without some kind of collateral damage, either physically or emotionally or we’ll all know they didn’t fight hard enough to deserve winning.

Darth Vader, a good guy gone bad in the movies, STAR WARS

Now I’ll be the first to admit, I spend an extraordinary amount of time on Pinterest. It’s my way of brainstorming. Okay, maybe sometimes I just like to have some fun. I like to see what famous writers have to say about their process, protagonists and, of course, villains. I found some invaluable gems from famous authors and script writers.

What goes on in the mind of a villain? Here is a list of the inner workings of a villainous mind:

Does your villain love? Has the villain ever been loved?
Does your villain have low self-esteem? Where did it originate? What happened?
Is your villain lucky? Or is the villain a victim of bad luck?
Is your villain a leader? Who are his followers? Why do they follow him?
Is your villain blinded by his enterprise? Is he unable to see reason?
Is your villain evil, without morals, or mentally ill?
Who are your villain’s parents? Does your villain have parents?
Is your villain a hero? Who is the villain saving, and from what?
Is your villain seeking revenge? What happened? What was the catalyst?
Is your villain a loner? Why are they alone? Are they isolated?
Is your villain just following orders?


Loki, the villain in the THOR movies. A villain you love to hate and hate to love.


Another world nominator, Khan, in STAR TREK, a self-righteous villain.

Villains are so much fun to write, an author has to be careful not to give them more page time than the hero, unless of course, the villain turns out to be the real hero. I did not heed this message in my first published novel THE DARK ISLE. My evil queen, Mahara, almost ran away with the story. She enjoys doing evil things—a psychopath, if ever there was one. By the time I wrote the third novel in that trilogy, I managed to get Mahara under control. Of course, I still made my hero, Falcon, suffer.
Sometimes a villain makes us wonder if we would fare any better in their circumstances. Such was the case with Sid Effird in my novella, FLY AWAY HEART, in the Wildings series. His father, Edgar Effird, was the real villain of this story. Sid’s motives were very different from his father’s. I almost felt sorry for him.

In my novel, HARMONICA JOE’S RELUCTANT BRIDE, the first novel in the Wildings series, the crafty villain, Callie McGraw, is a villain on a mission. She is somewhat a victim from her cohort in crime, but Callie is quite capable of taking care of herself. It’s unfortunate that the heroine, Lola Barton, is mistaken for Callie, but necessary for the story line. Callie has no redeeming qualities. She is the perfect sociopath, completely without empathy. Manipulation and control are her tools to make people do what she wants them to do. She can be charming though, if it serves a purpose.
Villains take as much time, energy, and thought to write as the protagonist…maybe even more. But, oh boy, when there’s a villain in a story, I get geared up. I love to read about them, and I love to write them.


My favorite villain, Spike, in the BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER and ANGEL the spin-off. He was complex, smart, funny, sarcastic, evil, and yet good. Josh Whedon creates the most interesting antagonists. You want to hate them, but you love them, too.


Angel in the Buffy and Angel series. Another good guy-bad guy-good guy villain.


What is your favorite type of villain? What makes you enjoy reading about that particular type? Have you written a story with a great villain? What kind of villain was your antagonist?


Just me, not a villain, but I could turn bad I suppose.
  
Sarah McNeal is a multi-published author of several genres including time travel, paranormal, western and historical fiction. She is a retired ER nurse who lives in North Carolina with her four-legged children, Lily, the Golden Retriever and Liberty, the cat. Besides her devotion to writing, she also has a great love of music and plays several instruments including violin, bagpipes, guitar and harmonica. Her books and short stories may be found at Publishing by Rebecca Vickery, Victory Tales Press, Prairie Rose Publications and Painted Pony Books, and Fire Star Press, imprints of Prairie Rose Publications. She welcomes you to her website and social media: