Mary Carter is a freelance writer and novelist. Three Months in Florence is her seventh novel. Her other works include: The Things I Do For You, The Pub Across the Pond, My Sister’s Voice, Sunnyside Blues, She’ll Take It, and Accidentally Engaged. In addition to her novels she has written three novellas: A Kiss Before Midnight in the anthology, You’re Still the One, A Very Maui Christmas in the New York Times best selling anthology Holiday Magic, and The Honeymoon House in the New York Times best selling anthology Almost Home.
Mary is working on two more novellas for winter and summer of 2014, as well as her eighth novel.
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About the Book:
Wallace was supposed to go to Italy on her honeymoon. That was sixteen
years ago. Instead, she settles for cooking Spaghetti Bolognese for her
two children while her husband, Alex, is on yet another business trip to
Florence without her. Lena deals with his absences in the same stoic
way she deals with all her responsibilities. And then comes the call
that changes everything–the one from Alex’s Italian mistress.
Stunned and heartsick, Lena flies to Florence to confront Alex. The
city is every bit as beautiful as she imagined, from its glittering
fountains and cafés to the golden sunsets over rolling hills. But the
further she goes to salvage her marriage, the less Lena recognizes
herself–or the husband she’s trying to win back. Instead, she’s catching
glimpses of the person she once hoped to be and the life and family she
truly wants. Most of all, she’s wondering if the real journey is only
just beginning. . .
In a novel as warm and vibrant as its rich Italian setting, author
Mary Carter explores the intricacies of marriage, the ways love can both
liberate and confine, and the journey to happiness that begins with one
surprising step. . .
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Q: Thank you for this interview, Mary. Can you tell us what your latest book, Three Months in Florence, is all about?
It is about Lena Wallace, a stay-at-home Mom who learns her husband
is having an affair while teaching abroad in Florence Italy. Lena flies
the family to Florence to confront her husband and his mistress.
Q: Can you tell us a little about your main and supporting characters?
Lena Wallace is a devoted mother, an artist who let her canvas lapse,
and a wife desperate to save her marriage. Alex is a professor of art
history, and a man tempted by a beautiful, young woman. Alexandria is a
drop-dead gorgeous Italian woman. She’s feisty and in love with a
married man. Marco, is her equally handsome boyfriend who is also upset
by the affair.
Q: Do you tend to base your characters on real people or are they totally from your imagination?
I think a little of myself can’t help but eke into each character,
and for Lena I borrowed the name and her looks from a true-life friend
of mine, but the similarities stop there. The characters always end up
taking off and becoming their own fully-fleshed-out people.
Q: Are you consciously aware of the plot before you begin a novel, or do you discover it as you write?
Truly, a bit of both. I’m required to write an outline for my
publisher but he always knows I’m going to veer from it in the process
of writing. Sometimes I take huge detours. Writing as you go tends to
feel a lot more natural to me, but there are other times where outlines
are extremely helpful.
Q: Your book is set in Florence, Italy. Can you tell us why you chose this city in particular?
Simply because I fell absolutely in love with it when I went to visit
and I wanted to live there for a year. I didn’t get to, but I did get
to experience it again through Lena.
Q: Does the setting play a major part in the development of your story?
Absolutely. Besides seeing it through Lena’s touristy eyes, it was a
challenge to have something so ugly happening to Lena in a city so
magical and beautiful. That was part of the challenge of writing the
novel. And since Florence is such an artistic city, the element of art
played a large role in the plot as well.
Q: Open the book to page 69. What is happening?
Lena and the kids are waiting at The Fountain of Neptune for Alex to arrive. He’s coming now….
Q: Can you give us one of your best excerpts?
I would have to sit down and re-read the novel for the best excerpt,
but here is a teaser from when Lena is “meeting” the mistress for the
The young woman looks me in the eye, her pretty little chin tilts up,
and she keeps her gaze steady. “Yes. I speak English.” She sits back in
her chair and waits. Now that her face isn’t taking up the entire
screen, I can clearly see that she isn’t in Alex’s dorm. Gone are the
plain white walls and the MIchelangelo calendar perpetually open to the
statue of David. Here I can make out a kitchen behind her with a
squat white refrigerator covered in pictures, and a counter littered
with empty bottles of wine, their corks bobbing next to them like murder
weapons carelessly dropped next to dead bodies. Besides the wine there
is a large basket of fruit and a hunk of yellow cheese sitting on a
cutting board. It’s like an Italian still-life painting and it feels as
if I can reach out and touch it.
Q: Have you suffered from writer’s block and what do you do to get back on track?
Write. One of my favorite writing quotes—paraphrased—My father drove a
truck for twenty years. I don’t ever remember him getting “Truck
Drivers Block.” Writing is a job. You just have to do it.
Q: What would you do with an extra hour today if you could do anything you wanted?
I’m going to go against the grain here. I actually have a lot of time
on my hands. I can only write so many hours a day, I don’t have kids,
and my other freelance work has been quiet lately. So I don’t want an
extra hour today. I would probably feel guilty that I wasn’t doing
something productive. Were you trying to get me to say I’d use it to
Q: Which already published book do you wish that you had written and why?
There are too many of them to mention. A recent one would be Gone Girl. I love psychological suspense and enjoyed the novel along with many others. The Hunger Games—I loved the series. Brilliant premise too. Time and Again by Jack Finney. I wish I had a tenth of the beautiful prose of Colum McCann. Gone With the Wind, of course. City of Thieves, Bel Canto, Racing in the Rain, The Room, Turn of Mind….You’re
depressing me now. Can I change my answer to the question above and use
my extra hour to drink and think of all the novels I wish I had
Q: What kind of advice would you give other fiction authors regarding getting their books out there?
Promotion is a tricky one. It really is. I haven’t hit on a magic
formula yet. The one I try to hold onto is that the best thing to do is
concentrate on making your next novel as good as you can get it. Oh—and I
also wish I had written As Good As It Gets…. I might need an extra two hours….
Q: Thank you so much for this interview, Mary. We wish you much success!
Thank you! I can be found on Facebook, twitter, and marycarterbooks.com.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
SHADOW MASTERS: AN ANTHOLOGY FROM THE HORROR ZINE
Matthew Wilson’s comments about his story “The Church” in SHADOW MASTERS…
Faded fragments of tombstones round a building scratched with long dead names. During the day, churches are set in sun and seem sweet, but at dark, the fog rises and owls scream in trees.
The sanctuary loses its welcome, and you see only Gothic towers layered with grinning gargoyles. These busts are supposed to keep away evil spirits yet become their own monsters in the low light.
I have a great fear of churches and wished to see a great evil homed in the supposedly safest of places. I have eighteen nephews and nieces and have seen much devilment at their hands. Breaking windows to pass the time is a venture that thankfully they’ve yet to reach, but their energy gave me some idea of this stories characters.
But any writer will ask what if, and what follows simple actions like breaking windows. Sometimes the monsters right in front of you. You just have to wake it up at night.
Real monsters only walk at night, feeding on troublemakers.
AN EXCERPT FROM “THE CHURCH” BY MATTHEW WILSON
Liam could not go to war. He couldn’t defend his country in the face of gunfire and be a hero. But here he could make a difference. Here he could save his friend, if he could only find the courage to step off the sidewalk.
He cursed himself, wondering if it was enough protection to simply cross his fingers as he stepped through the mangled gate. He felt like he was crossing from one world to another, a lost explorer in the desert, low on water, hoping this first step in the dark was toward the right direction.
He ducked, expecting some kind of attack when an owl hooted in the air. It did not land on the dead tree, but instead chose to keep flying. Nothing good stopped here.
Walking cautiously on the church grounds, he felt the slight breeze as it rustled the leaves on the overgrown shrubs. The path was dangerous to maneuver in the dark, with uneven concrete pavers that alternatively sank and protruded. To the right and left of the path, wild trees grew at odd angles that had limbs untamed from lack of pruning.
By the time he reached the first granite slab that gleamed in the silver moonlight, the sound of digging assaulted his senses. Liam followed the sound, until he saw that Sam was bringing a spade up and down like a pick axe, breaking open the ground.
Liam paused, fearing what Sam might bring up from the bowels of the earth. A dead hand might reach up from the grave at any minute and drag him down. Liam silently asked mercy from whatever force looked after young men.
He had been stepping only on the pavers. He did not trust the poisoned earth. If the dead souls beneath it minded being trod upon, they had not grabbed his ankles yet.
Coming closer, Liam called, “Sam? It’s me, what the hell are you doing? Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Sam stopped digging and Liam could see him smiling in the moonlight. His eyes were closed, but he was talking. “It’s quite all right, Liam. I know what I’m doing. I haven’t gone mad. Remember, you’re the crazy one and I’m just the one with the bum leg.”
“Come on, Sam, let’s get out of here,” Liam repeated.
“I can’t leave. I’m buried here and now I have to dig myself up again. The church told me it would help me.”
Liam nervously glanced over his shoulder at the church. It still seemed to sleep. He advanced, one step, two…“Sam. You’re not buried in this churchyard. We have to leave this place. It doesn’t like us.”
“What are you talking about? It invited me here; it wants me here. It wants me to dig.”
Liam stopped walking. The spade was barred at him like a knight’s lance warding off a dragon.
“Sam! What are you doing?”
“I should never have thrown those rocks. You were right. I see that now.”
“You don’t see shit. Let’s go.”
“You want my body to rot down there? You don’t want me to breathe, to feel the sun? You’re just like your crazy father. He’s down there too.”
“My father is buried across town, not here. Listen, Sam, that’s someone’s grave. They’re gonna be pissed, you digging it up—whoa!”
Liam threw his head back like a boxer avoiding a KO blow. The head of the spade missed him by inches, cutting the tips off his hair which fluttered to the ground like autumn leaves. The hair frazzled and smoked like spent match heads, sinking into the earth like worms fleeing crows.
Laughing, Sam swung the shovel like a maniac samurai. Liam was afraid of the earth flinging off it, sizzling like acid as it hit the stones he stood upon.
The church tasted and woke. A blue candle came on in the window.
Stay away from the church, his father had said. Suddenly Liam remembered the rest of what his father used to say: Only the dead are welcome there, and you have so much life in you.
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