Danielle Steel is my mentor. Rosamunde Pilcher is my inspiration.
Why Steel? Because she weaves description, character development, dialogue, and backstory into one seamless flow, and she is so prolific she has kept me reading for months. Pilcher because I just love her. Her writing is exquisite, and her first best seller was The Shell Seekers, about a painting.
My novel, The Girl on The Pier, too, is about a painting.
After completing a novel titled Song of Africa I saw that one publisher was offering a two book contract (not to me), but I thought, my God, two books? How could I ever write a second?
Whap! A thump on the side of the head. “Write about the young namesake from the Africa book, and about a canvas featured there painted by her uncle.
Sara Andrews, 22, fresh out of Parsons School of Design, and now with a job as a curator of a gallery in SoHo New York, meets the love of her life on page one of The Girl on the Pier.
The following day Sara receives a call from a customer wanting to view the painting The Girl on the Pier, painted by her uncle, Clyde Dales. When the customer sees the painting, however, he says, “That isn’t the painting.”
Sara didn’t know there was another. Two paintings by the same name? When the customer offers two million dollars for it, Sara acts as though she sells two million dollar paintings every day. Uncle Clyde’s paintings have sold for thousands, but never millions.
Something is fishy.
Something is fishy.
Sara’s search takes her and her new love from New York to Los Angeles, to Seattle, to Gambia West Africa, to Kenya, to Paris, and with Paris comes my reason for writing this…
Not knowing Diddy squat about Paris, I needed to find a museum there—not the Louvre, and so I searched and found Muse’e d’ Orsay. And within that museum, I stumbled upon a collection of Vintage American Photographs.
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| Shirley temple signing her first movie contract |
I had to show you a few:
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| JFK and Jackie, 1953, in a photo booth |
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| Girls at soda fountain 1940's |
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| 1939 |
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| Hawaiian surfer. The missionaries outlawed surfing, luckily the Hawaiians didn't listen. |
Live Wild,
Joyce
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