Congratulations to T.W Fendley!
T.W. won a copy of Abraham's Bones!
For the next few days, I welcome a multi-genre author that I became acquainted with on Twitter. Joe Prentis followed me and I visited his web site, and then immediately followed back, thinking; I want to feature him on my blog. Why? You might ask. Because his books intrigued me.
With eleven books under his belt, Joe writes humor, suspense, thrillers and historical fiction. Here's a bit about Joe before we begin.
Joe Prentis
attended Union University
and then worked for the FBI in Washington
D.C. After he returned to his
native state, he was the pastor of one church and the interim pastor of three
others. He worked for Tenneco until his recent retirement. He is an avid runner
and bicycle rider, but admits to having settled into a more leisure pace after
retirement.
He has written eleven novels, over seventy short stories and
articles, and a musical production to commemorate the National Bicentennial.
His play, Freedom 76, had a total attendance of almost 70,000 persons.
He is now working on a sequel to Innocent and the third book in the Abraham’s
Bones series.
Louise: Joe, welcome to my blog! I’m so excited you could
join me for a chat. When did you first decide to submit your work to be
published? Tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step.
Joe: I can’t tell you how pleased I am to introduce myself
to your readers. I started submitting my work to publishers when I was still in
high school. Our school librarian was a published author and she read
everything I wrote and encouraged me along the way. Each summer Mrs. Curry went
to a writer’s retreat in North
Carolina where she asked some of her fellow writers
to read some of my work. I received some encouraging notes from several of
them. From that moment I was committed. My first published work was in Reader’s
Digest in 1980.
Louise: Please tell us a little about your new release of The Relic without giving too much of a spoiler
away.
Joe: The Relic is
the second book in a three book series about the religious and political
conflict in the Middle East. It is set against
the background of the archeological excavation at Ashkelon, Israel.
It is a book with many twist and turns, plot wise, involving government leaders
in Washington, Rome,
and the Middle East.
When John Christopher accepted his assignment as the Vatican's ambassador-at-large to the Middle East, he expected a routine negotiation session,
much like the ones he had experienced in the past. He was soon to discover a
secret agenda and a mystery that cast its shadow across even the simplest
things.
The powerful Cardinals of the curia find themselves in a
power struggle with the leaders of the Middle East,
as they try to gain political advantage. They quickly discover that the
authority of the Throne of St. Peter has met a formidable opponent in an
ancient faith bound up in a modern political movement.
The Relic is a story of human emotions; a highly provocative
mixture of irony, suspense, and the clash of armies, pagan rituals, passion,
pain and enormous faith, all of it set against an apocalyptic atmosphere that
will change the world.
Louise: Do you plan all your
characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Joe: My stories are character driven rather than plot
driven. The main characters in my stories sometimes jump into my consciousness
fully developed, but even if they don’t, I never have to work very hard to
round them out. I think the mistake some writers make is to concentrate too
hard on the plot. If you know the characters in your story, then you only have
to place them into a situation and most of the plotting will emerge on its own.
I worked in Washington
many years ago and I came into contact with people in government service, in
the FBI, the CIA, and in the Department of State.
When I decided to do a book on the Middle
East, it was easy to imagine the type of person I needed for my
story. John Christopher, my main character, is an archeologist who was lured
away from his job because he spoke the languages of the Middle
East fluently. Once I had an idea of where the story was going,
the other characters stepped on the literary stage as they were needed.
Louise: How much research do
you do for your books? Have you found any cool tidbits in your research?
Joe: The research depends entirely on the type of book I am
writing. Abraham’s Bones and the sequel, The Relic, took a lot of
research to complete the story. Innocent, a police procedural novel did
not require any research. I wrote Innocent in 28 days, but spent two
years on the other two books. I have a large table in my home office and it was
piled high with books, notes, and computer disk where I recorded everything. I
also went to the experts when I was uncertain about the finer details. I have a
friend, who spent over half of her life in the Middle East.
She is a Muslim. Another friend, who is Jewish, was able to give me his input
on religious and secular matters. I guess the short answer would be that I do
whatever is required to make the story authentic.
Louise: What is your writing
process? Do you outline, write by the seat of your pants (Pantser) or a
combination of both?
Joe: The more I write, the less I outline. People who write
character driven fiction report the same strange phenomena that I have
experienced. The characters tend to take control of the story and writers have
to wrestle it away from them from time to time. Imagine the person you know
best in some dramatic situation. If it is a minor accident, and they are
transported to the hospital, you know exactly what you are going to see, hear,
and experience before you get there. It is the same with literary characters
you know well. I know where my stories are going shortly after I began plotting
my book, but like a proud parent on a playground, I know when to stand back and
let them do their thing.
Louise: Do you write full
time? What did you do before you became a writer or still do?
Joe: I worked for the FBI and then for Tenneco for many
years. Tenneco is a large cooperation that involves manufacturing as well as
being a holding company for several other enterprises. I now write full time
and have just completed my eleventh novel.
Louise: Do you have a ritual when it comes to writing?
Example….get coffee, blanket, paper, pen, laptop and a comfy place.
Joe: I always write at my computer. I have a home office
with bookshelves from floor to ceiling on one wall that contains many hundreds
of reference books. I have a set of storage cabinets where I keep supplies, so
my office is somewhat self-contained. I keep the blinds closed, the stereo off,
and I don’t answer the phone when I am writing. I usually write in long sessions,
stopping only for meals. If I get tired of sitting, then I put my manuscript on
a flash drive and cross the room to another computer where I can write standing
up. If that still doesn’t get the kinks out of my legs, then I step on my
treadmill or rowing machine until everything is back to normal. I usually keep
a glass of water handy and some small items of food, like almonds or a cracker
or two.
Louise: Describe a typical writing day for you.
Joe: Some writers complain of writers block, but I have
never been bothered with that problem. When I start a writing session, I always
back up a chapter or two in the manuscript to where I left off the previous
day. I read carefully through the passage, making corrections and some other
minor editing. By the time I get to my starting place, I can go on seamlessly
without any problem. I do my best work when I write in long sessions, but
sometimes I quit and do the things people normally do -- visit with friends,
take care of family matters, or do something for recreation.
Louise: Please give us a sneak
peek at your future books. What’s on the horizon?
Joe: For some unknown reason, I work best when I am working
on different stories at the same time. I have about half of the third book in
the Abraham’s Bones series finished. I am working on the second book in my
Daniel Barrett series, and have done some work on some other stories. While
this might sound like a disorganized process, it really isn’t. I like creating
characters, plotting, researching, and all of the other things involved in the
writing process. My works in progress are in various stages of completion, so I
don’t have to just be in one stage at any given time. I am writing for the
sheer pleasure of it. This is the way I normally work and enjoy it immensely. I
will have the second book in my western series finished in a month or two, and
the others will be completed before the end of the year.
Louise: What is your favorite genre to read and who is your
favorite author?
Joe: I like suspense best, but I also like stories about the
American frontier. I guess I should say that I like anything that explores the
human condition. I like many authors, and I am awed by the talent of many
others. I like James Michener, John Jakes, Michael Connelly, and James
Patterson, but if I had to pick a single author it would probably be LaVyrle
Spencer. Her stories have the right combination of suspense, romance, and the
human condition. When you finish one of her books, you feel as if you have made
some new friends and that you are involved in their lives. Spencer is about as
good as it gets.
Louise: Is there anything else you would like to tell the
readers we have not touched on?
Joe: Someone once said that if a writer is writing for any
other reason except money, then he is a fool. Money is nice, but I write for
the pleasure it gives me in creating a story, and I hope I can bring a little
pleasure to my readers. I write to entertain, and I hope people will feel they
have received something worthwhile from reading one of my novels.
Louise: Where can the
readers learn more about you and find your books on the web?
Joe: Information about what I have written in recent years
can be found on my website or at most online booksellers. Check the following
links:
Louise: Joe, thank you again for visiting my blog!
Readers, Joe is giving away a copy of the first book in the Abraham's Bones series, in Kindle format, to one lucky commenter! Please include your email address in the comment so we can easily contact the winner. Drawing will be held Mar 23.
The Relic - Excerpt
The
windows exploded inward, sending an avalanche of glass and jagged metal across
the room, while the steady blat-blat of a high-powered weapon shattered the
early morning stillness. Christopher rolled off the bed and covered his eyes
with his hands. A fraction of a second later, two vases setting on a trestle
table exploded, sending fist-sized chunks of fire-glazed pottery ricocheting
from the walls and ceiling.
“Get down!” Christopher shouted when he
heard Julia’s high pitched scream from across the hallway. In the sudden lull,
he heard Daniella’s voice, faint and indistinct, from the opposite end of the
house.
The row of floodlights along the top of
the walls snapped on, illuminating the carpet in the reflected glow. Fragments
of glass glittered like hoarfrost at the far end of the room. Christopher
turned in the opposite direction and crawled around the foot of the bed. He
stayed low, to keep his body below the level of the windows, as he moved
rapidly through the doorway. The tall windows at the opposite end of the
hallway extended almost to the floor. He hoped the next attack would not come
from that direction.
Julia had evidently heeded his warning,
for she remained silent, but in the eerie stillness Christopher could hear the
sound of bare feet running in his direction. He came up on one knee and caught
Daniella around the waist, then swung her to the floor and covered her body
with his own.
The shooter had evidently switched clips
during the brief lull, for the sporadic firing commenced again. Chips of
plaster exploded from the walls in the hallway as bullets whined away in the
darkness like angry hornets. If Daniella had been a second or two later, she
would have been cut down. Another weapon commenced firing from the direction of
the gatehouse, a deep-throated thumping that drowned out the sound of the
smaller weapon.
The firing stopped abruptly. A few seconds
later the lights in the hallway snapped on. He heard the pounding of hard-soled
boots as someone raced up the stairway from below. Was it possible that someone had breached the outer perimeter?
“Ambassador Christopher!” a familiar voice
called from the landing. Lance Corporal Donavan ran effortlessly up the
remaining flight of stairs carrying a M9 Beretta in his oversized hand.
Christopher attempted to roll away from
Daniella, but her arms were locked securely around his neck. He realized she
was trying to shield her scantily clad body from the guard’s inquisitive gaze.
Donavan stepped past them and went cautiously into the wreckage of the bedroom.
Broken glass and pottery crunched underneath the soles of his combat boots.
Someone shouted a question from the lower terrace, and Donavan called back to
assure him that everything was secure. Julia’s tousled head appeared in the
doorway of her bedroom for a second, and then she darted back inside. A second
or two later she was back with a robe that she tossed in her sister’s direction.
Daniella caught it and wrapped it around her body as Donovan emerged from
Christopher’s bedroom. The radio attached to his belt suddenly came to life. Christopher
could hear the rapid-fire questions and Donavan’s terse replies. After a moment,
Donavan came slowly back, frowning down at the radio.
“This was apparently a mistake,” Donavan
said in an odd tone as if he couldn’t take it all in.
“A mistake?” Christopher echoed as he
examined the young soldier’s expression.
“Yes, sir. The shooter thought this was
Eli Cohen’s house.”
“Cohen’s house is the next one down,”
Christopher offered, then realized Donavan was already aware of that. In the
three days since the transfer of the Marine Security Detachment from Company
‘B’ Headquarters in Nicosia,
they had reconnoitered the neighborhood with the same precision they would have
used to plan an armed assault.
“Did the attackers give an explanation?”
Christopher asked.
“There was only one of them, sir, and they
didn’t get much out of him before he died. If you’re sure everything is okay,
I’ll report to Post One.”
Post One was the way the Marine Security
Guards referred to the guard posts they maintained near the front entrance of
all American embassies. Dr. Siedman’s sprawling villa was not an embassy, but
as special envoys to the upcoming negotiations they were qualified to receive
the protection normally offered to embassy personnel.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” Christopher
said as Donavan turned toward the head of the stairs.
Christopher walked to the door of his bedroom
and looked at the wreckage. They were lucky the shooter hadn’t used a grenade
launcher. Julia made a little sound of dismay as she surveyed the room. When he
turned in her direction, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. He
thought at first that she was crying and then realized it was laughter bubbling
up out of control.
“A mistake?” Julia said. “This is too
weird for words.”
“I don’t think weird covers it,” he said.
Daniella remained motionless, looking down
the hallway in the direction Donovan had taken. “Is he going to come rushing up
here at every little thing?” she complained.
Christopher would have been amused if the
situation had not been so serious. Donovan had seemed unaware of Daniella’s presence
as he checked the hallway and the bedroom. At her age, being ignored was almost
as bad as the advances of a stalker.
“The house is secure,” he said as he encircled
her with his other arm and pulled her against his shoulder. When Julia made a
small sound of surprise, he realized Daniella was trying to elbow her out of
the way.
“Go and check on your grandmother,” he
said. “I’m sure the noise awakened her.”
Daniella moved back a few inches while her
gaze darted from one of them to the other.
“What’s going on that you don’t want me to
know about?” she accused. “I’m not a kid anymore and I resent you guys trying
to hide everything from me.”
“We’re not hiding anything from you,”
Julia said.
The frown line deepened between her
eyebrows. “Yeah, right, like I’d believe that.”
It seemed for a moment that she was going
to continue to argue, but she pulled resentfully away and went down the hallway
without looking back. Christopher wondered if the situation had become too
serious to allow her to remain in Israel for the summer. It would
probably be a good idea to send her back to Harvard or to her mother in Washington. He decided
he would wait until later to broach the subject with Julia. Some decisions
would also have to be made concerning the other students. There would be over
eighty of them arriving from colleges and universities around the world to
spend their summer working at the archeological site. Hundreds of student
workers in northern Israel
were sent home the previous summer when rockets rained down on their area.
After three days of relative peace, dangerous events were closing in on them
again.
Julia continued to stand with her arms
around his waist, her forehead leaned against his shoulder. When he kissed her
forehead, she made a small sound of surprise but did not lift her eyes to meet
his.
“Everything is secure,” Christopher said.
“As soon as I’m dressed, I’ll go down and see what the guards discovered.”
Julia pulled away with a show of reluctance and turned toward the door of her
bedroom.
During the previous weeks, the excitement
over the kidnapping of Congressman Danville had moved from the front page of
the newspaper to the bottom of page five. Christopher wondered where Keith
Maitland was at that moment, and what kind of spin he would put on this.
