Book Connection Interview for Written In Ruberah

Where did you grow up?

Mevagissey, Cornwall, UK

Mevagissey Harbor
Mevagissey Harbor
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Mevagissey Outer Harbor

When did you begin writing?

I wrote stories as a young child and dreamed of being a writer one day. For many years I traveled the world and worked in different careers. I settled into writing full time fifteen years ago.

Do you write during the day, at night or whenever you can sneak a few moments?

My habit is to write for about three hours in the early morning. I like to edit in the afternoon. When traveling, I write anywhere I can.

What is this book about?

A woman who feels hard-wired to be with the man she loves but who cannot realize that love because of a debt she bears from a previous life in ancient Ruberah.

What inspired you to write it?

I wanted to set a novel in Cornwall, UK, where I grew up. I felt the lush countryside, the moors, and the rugged coast would feed my imagination. They did. Lovers came to mind—lovers who must time travel to the ancient past to heal a rift that prevents them from being together. I needed an immortal—a guide who would help them. I turned to an old Cornish legend that fascinated me as a child: the legend of the beautiful nymph Tamara and the giant brothers Tavy and Tawridge. Tamara lives in a cave beneath the moors with her parents. Her father forbids her to meet the giants. Tamara disobeys him. Her father catches her with the giants and punishes her by turning her into a river of tears. Tamara forms the River Tamar. As a child, I traveled back and forth to boarding school by train crossing the River Tamar. I imagined Tamara as a water spirit who helped people.

Tamar River, Cornwall
Tamar River, Cornwall

“Written in Ruberah,” is the first book in my Age of Jeweled Intelligence series about people who lived in ancient Ruberah who made sacred promises to one day make amends for the disaster that brought about the end of that land. They tossed those promises into the River of Life. Many of those old souls live on the planet today. As their promises come due they float into the River Tamar. Tamara guides those ready to fulfill them.

Who is your favorite character from the book?

Miriam, who longs to be in a loving relationship with Mitch. Miriam fears aging and the possibility of growing old alone. A little overweight, she struggles to take the pounds off only to binge eat to feed her emotions and pack them back on. Miriam is strong, humorous, and painfully vulnerable.

Was the road to publication smooth sailing or a bumpy ride?

Long and arduous. It took many drafts to weave the history of the ancient Kingdom of Ruberah into the story of Tamara and the present day lives of Miriam and Mitch.

If you knew then, what you know now, is there anything you would have done differently?

I wrote the first two drafts of Written in Ruberah in first person from Tamara’s POV. My editor told me the story was too big for first person. If I had to do it over, I would take her advice earlier than I did.

Where can readers purchase a copy of your book?

Amazon http://amzn.to/N2pNps or www.christinagreenaway.com

Do you have a video trailer to promote your book? If yes, where can readers find it?

My website: www.christinagreenaway.com

What is the best investment you have made in promoting your book?

I’m at the beginning of that journey. Right now, I’d say having my website redesigned and going on this blog tour. I rather dreaded promoting my book but I find myself enjoying it—enjoying the connection I’m making with other writers and book lovers.

Is there one piece of advice you would like to share with aspiring authors everywhere?

If you dream of being a writer, you can be a writer. The dream is telling you this. Let nothing stop you. Build the habit of writing every day. This tells your body, mind, and spirit you’re serious about this. After a while that something magical happens and you’ll find your imagination racing off, exploring possibilities you might otherwise never have considered. You’ll laugh, cry, fall in love, and kill whoever needs to be killed. Since you create all the characters you realize your protagonist could not complete his journey without having met and defeated a number of enemies along the way. This opens your compassionate nature and guides you to deal fate with an even hand. In Written in Ruberah I learned why Tamara’s father turned her into a river and how he did it. Yes, it’s just an old Cornish legend, but truth abounds in myths and legends.

I write by Rumi’s advice: “Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”

What is up next for you?

I’m writing the next book in my Age of Jeweled Intelligence series. This story features a new main character, a seventeen-year-old boy, Ib, short for Ibiza, (Ib’s mother names all her children after the place where they were conceived), a soul-searing love story, and another adventure in ancient Ruberah.

Is there anything you would like to add?

Thank you for your kind interest in my novel. I bid you goodbye with the phrase used by those who lived ancient Ruberah. Foretune to travel well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Book Speaks

Cartoon_Book_GirlHi, I’m Written in Ruberah

 Ye’up, it’s me, the book itself. I’ve been out on tour. Got to say … had a fab time away from her—you know, my author. She can’t rewrite me now. Phew! She twisted me this way and that, wrote me from different points of view, swore at me, and swooned over me for four years. Guess it was worth it. In the words of a top Amazon reviewer —I’m a five-star, “Superb Romantic Fantasy.”

Read me. You’ll love me. I’m set in Cornwall, U.K, you know, land of pretty little villages and sweeping seascapes like you see on the TV show Doc Martin. You’ll wolf down a cream tea with my main character Miriam. What’s that you say … this is a romance …where’s Miriam’s man? Her man! Cripes! Wait until you meet Mitch. What Miriam doesn’t know about Mitch would scare the fur off a gorilla. Best just to get into the story and try to figure that out for yourself.

You’ll whiz through the ocean on a beam of ruby light and land in the ancient Kingdom of Ruberah. You won’t have to be terrified like Miriam. Just sit back in your chair and watch her suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous karma. Hang out with Tamara, Spirit of the River Tamar. You think Miriam’s got it tough? Wait until you hear how Tamara, once a beautiful maiden, got melted down into a river of tears. But T doesn’t dwell on that. She’s busy trying to help the human family regain their Ruby Intelligence, which is totally fab. Ruby light floods your eyes and you can teleport your thoughts to anyone on Earth or even to the Goddesses in the Astral Spheres of the Jewel Kingdoms.

I’m the first book in a series about the Age of Jeweled Intelligence. My author is well into the second due later this year. Better get started on me now.

Written in Ruberah – paperback or E-book for only $1.99!
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When I grow up …

As a child I liked to climb onto the cliffs and gaze out to sea. Soon, a source as huge and wonderful as the ocean itself would stir inside me. Great adventures would unfold in my imagination. I’d choose a story, write it down, then stuff it into a bottle and toss it into the sea.

“I’ll write stories when I grow up,” I announced to my mother.

“Yes, you will, dear,” she replied.

An artist and his wife moved into the house next to ours. The artist trudged out to the great headlands each morning, lugging his paint box, easel and canvas.

“Can I come with you?” I pleaded, my tote bag already stuffed with paper, bottles and crayons.

“Yes, you can.”

The artist had travelled the world and told colorful stories of hiking in Kathmandu, Turkey and Peru.

“I’m going to see the whole world when I grow up.”

“Yes, you will.”

The artist painted a Parisian scene, and I became enchanted with the smartly dressed people sitting at small tables, drinking red wine and feeding tidbits of food to little dogs cuddled on their laps.

“I’m going to own a café in Paris when I grow up, Mummy.
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“Yes, you will, dear.”

This new career goal dovetailed nicely with my recently discovered talent for changing water into wine. My father had sent me a pop-up book of Jesus performing some of his most famous miracles. I saw little of my father as he was posted in India with the RAF. I expect he thought my mother would use the book to tell me the story of Jesus. She didn’t. I lay on my stomach on the floor, staring into the scenes, enthralled by the magical man. Jesus was on a lever, so I could move him through the miracles. With a push from me, he shot up off the cross, clouds opened and angels filled the sky. I could also walk him across the water—a feat I tried to emulate. Obviously, I didn’t succeed or I’d be famous and publishers would be in a bidding war for my new novel. But I could turn water into wine. I simply switched on the tap and asked my mother, “Is it wine yet?”

“Yes, it is, dear.”

I created a make-believe café in our back garden. Jesus stopped by regularly for a glass of wine and a chat. He listened while I dreamed myself into careers as prima ballerina, orchestra conductor, and the ever-present writer.

The writer lay buried within for a long time. I worked in fields as diverse as advertising, fashion and real estate. I travelled the world over, hiking as opportunity permitted. I loved the feel of the earth beneath my feet and often fancied I stepped on the same soil as the artist who had inspired my adventures. Travel taught me many of the things I value most. Traveling equals being in a mini-version of my life’s journey. Everything is magnified. Free from routine, time seems to expand. People become more vividly who they are, probably because I’m truly looking at them. I notice how different or how similar they are to me. My eye roams over the details of each new place. I sniff the smells, marvel at the colors of the landscape and the particular swell of a foreign sea. I stride through the streets, measuring my step to the local pace of life, my ear tuned to the collective consciousness of the people. I am aware of myself as a member of the human family, and my capacity for compassion increases.

Between travels, I returned to Cornwall to visit my mother. The last time I stayed with her she had begun the long journey into dementia. One night she rushed into my bedroom, awakened me and said, “There are lots of people downstairs in the dining room and they’re very hungry. Will you come down and help me prepare a meal for them?”

In a split second our roles reversed. My mother’s question echoed in the chorus of the many I had asked her as a young child. The kindness she had invested in me resonated in the air as palpable as her breath. I inhaled deeply and took her hand in mine. “Yes, I will, Mum.”

Capturing the Presence of a Legend

You probably had a favorite legend as a child. The heroes and heroines of legends blend seamlessly with the supernatural, a jump made easily by the very young. Legends vary in structure, but most often the hero is called to adventure but resists until a supernatural power visits him and shows him why he must go. The hero ventures forth, fighting one battle after another until he wins his quest. He returns home a master of himself and the supernatural. He uses his power to help others.

Legends live on because we relate to the archetypical traits of their heroes. You’re drawn to a particular hero because the virtues you admire in him lie within you. This forms a powerful energy between you and a mythic character.  Should you decide to create a character based on that hero, you’ll feel that heroic part of yourself stirring and inspiring your creative mind. Your protagonist doesn’t have to be a super hero. He or she might be a single mother juggling work with raising kids or an erudite detective being constantly outwitted by the criminal he chases. Attribute your protagonist with some of the hero’s strengths and some of his weaknesses; they all have those. Invent your character’s call to adventure, aka the inciting incident.

Unless you’re a fantasy or sci-fi writer, the visit by the supernatural does not have to literally be a supernatural entity. The supernatural is the heroic virtue within your protagonist. This could be awakened by a remark made by a close friend or a passing stranger, by a passage in a book or a lyric in a song. These words land on the protagonist’s inner hero with the precision of a dart on a bull’s eye, and the resonance of the message lingers on until he can no longer ignore his call to adventure. Once your protagonist ventures forth, he will undoubtedly become fatigued and disheartened by the many hurdles he has to jump to win his quest. This is when his heroic virtue arises in full glory and guides him to the end. Once home, the protagonist views his previous problems through the prism of his heroic self.

I write by this quote:  ‘Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.’ –Rumi

A major character in my new novel Written in Ruberah: Age of Jeweled Intelligence is from an old Cornish legend about Tamara and the giant brothers Tavy and Tawridge. In my next blog I’ll share how I got inside Tamara’s head and where her legend took me.

“Written In Ruberah”—Available Now from P. Christina Greenaway

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“Greenaway juggles the many strands of her lushly descriptive book with ease, managing to bring all these characters, from all their separate time periods, together in a rousing climax that invests just as much energy in high fantasy as modern romance, with winning results. The richly imagined story of a modern woman bearing ancient responsibilities.” —Kirkus Reviews

New York real estate broker Miriam Lewis takes off for a brief getaway to a remote inn on the rugged cliffs of Cornwall. Rest and romance with her boyfriend seem like the perfect cure for a life that appears to be going nowhere, and too fast.

Entering Cornwall, Miriam crosses the River Tamar and glimpses a luminous girl floating in the river. A memory from long, long ago begins to unfold in Miriam’s thoughts—something about a promise she made to perform a selfless act of courage. Could it be true? Could she ever rise to such heroism or is it just a hallucination?

While at the inn, Miriam experiences a series of flashbacks from a life she lived in an ancient land called Ruberah. These startling images convince Miriam that she did write the promise and that she must keep it. But to do so, Miriam will have to let go of everything in her life and place her trust in a guide—the river girl—the wise and eternal spirit of the River Tamar.

                                                    “The richly imagined story of a modern woman bearing ancient responsibilities.”–Kirkus Reviews

 

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