Since I’m one of Second Wind Publishing’s new writers, and since this is my first ever blog, I’ll introduce myself. My degree says I’m a speech-language pathologist, but lately I’ve been trying out the “writer” moniker instead. After all, five years of writing can equal three years of grad school, can’t it?
I rediscovered my love for writing after finding some of my old stories in my father’s attic, ones I wrote when I was in elementary school. Adolescence must have come along and knocked the writing bug out of me as thoroughly as it ended my tree climbing and Blockhead craze, but now I’m thoroughly re-infected. I try to write something every day, and if I don’t I start to feel cranky.
Three years in, I had my first romance novel, A Second Chance. I now call it my learn-as-you-go book, and one day I hope to dust it off and revise it enough to make it marketable. Love Trumps Logic, my second book, is the one about to be published, and it’s actually a prequel to the first book. I liked Lord Beaumont so much in the first book that I decided to write his story in Love Trumps Logic. Both books take place in the Regency period, an era I’ve loved ever since my sister turned me on to Georgette Heyer’s books as a teenager.
Here’s a brief glimpse into Love Trumps Logic:
“I’m done, Fergie,” Lord Albert Beaumont said in his friend’s ear, after the third matchmaking mama in one hour had introduced him to–this time–a freckle-faced girl with protruding front teeth. She had giggled so hard she hadn’t been able to get one word out.
“Your reputation for adoring red-heads was the cause of that last introduction,” Lord Ferguson responded, unsuccessfully hiding a smile.
“No, it happened because I foolishly allowed your prattle about your cousin to lure me in here,” Beau responded, taking the last two glasses of champagne from a passing footman’s tray and downing one of them in a single gulp.
“It would all be worth it if we could find her. I don’t lie when I say she’s prettier than any chit here. Perhaps my aunt left early, since they’re leaving for the country tomorrow.”
“Let’s go,” Beau said, emptying the second glass as quickly as the first. He led the way toward the door, handing off the empty glasses to another footman on the way, and was ten feet away from freedom when a tall, silver-haired matron stepped in his way, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket.
“Good evening, Lady Pilchard,” Beau said, biting back a groan.
“Good evening, indeed! What could possibly have brought you to Lady Darlington’s tonight?” the bony woman gushed, not letting him go. “Are you looking for a wife this season?”
Beau saw the greedy gleam of possibility in her eyes and repressed a shudder. Lady Pilchard’s daughters were notoriously homely, with gangly bodies and paper-thin lips. “Not that, no. Lord Ferguson hoped to find his aunt here, and I accompanied him. His business is finished and we’re leaving.”
“Regardless, the gossip papers will say otherwise tomorrow. Perhaps you should be thinking of settling down. Aren’t you nearly thirty?” she chided, tapping his captured arm with an ivory lace fan.
“I’ve learned to ignore the gossip papers and I’m two years shy of thirty. Goodnight, Lady Pilchard.” Beau disengaged his sleeve from the lady’s impressive grip and gave her one of his stunning smiles. She gasped, speechless, her eyes glazing over with delight, and Beau heard Fergie snort behind him. Beau knew his smile had that effect on women, it always had. It also made Fergie laugh every time he witnessed it.
The two men successfully escaped a minute later, but their night of difficult encounters wasn’t over.
If you want to find out about the other difficult encounters, Love Trumps Logic will be available sometime in the near future.
I want thank Second Wind Publishing for giving me this incredible opportunity. Their acceptance of Love Trumps Logic has given me something tangible to feed an obsession that, until Second Wind came along, neither earned me money nor helped me keep my house in order nor bettered my children’s lives.
And I’ve already discovered that getting published isn’t just about writing the book. There are so many more steps, but I’m not complaining!
Deciding which name to use was one such step, and I’ve come full circle on that. First, I was going to use a pen name: Elizabeth Locklin. It sounds romantic, doesn’t it? And it uses my dropped middle name and my mother’s maiden name, so it feels somewhat familiar. The problem was that I started to feel schizophrenic even thinking about using it, and I worried about how I would make it look better than a third-grader’s signature at a book signing.
So I’m using my real name, which is Lucy Arnold Balch, but that’s not the end of it because I have another dilemma: I’m also writing a young adult book, and hope to get it published one day, but I need a slightly different name for that genre, in order to keep the identities separate. One author who writes both genres uses Nicole Burnam for romance and Nikki Burnam for young adult, so I considered Lucille Balch for romance and Lucy Balch for young adult. But looking at the reality of Lucille Balch: doesn’t it remind everyone of the beloved “I Love Lucy” actress? And besides, I’ve never been crazy about the name Lucille for myself. It’s never felt like a good fit for my personality. So what about using my maiden name? Perfect! Until I discovered that lucyarnold.com is already taken by an artist who paints gorgeous nature paintings.
Then I remembered initials. I could be Lucy Balch for romance, and L. A. Balch for young adult. No one has taken either website yet, and I would be in the good company of J.K. Rowling, C.S. Lewis, ee cummings, and others who’ve made initials work.
So, it’s settled. At least, I think it is. I probably won’t know for sure until the final proof deadline.
t’s nice to meet everyone!