Name Mary R. Woldering
Where are you from The United States, many locations, currently Euclid, OH
A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc
I am married nearly 33 years, 2 grown & married children, 3 grandchildren, 3 cats. I’m retired but never had a particular career – worked various jobs including insurance investigation, hospital clerk, newspaper carrier, and substitute teacher. Mostly I was a MOM. I have a Master’s Degree in Art History and was licensed to teach Elementary School art but was never hired.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
I recently published my third book in the Children of Stone series – Opener of the Sky and am working on the fourth Heart of the Lotus.
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
I began with freeform poetry in elementary school and wrote novels by the time I was in 10th grade.
Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I always did.
Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?
My first published? – long story. Generally, I was inspired to write when I ran out of things to read. I have always been a storyteller.
Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?
I write big books and long stories. They are generally in the fantasy/paranormal/speculative or historical range, but touch on science fiction.
Fiona: How did you come up with the title?
Opener of the Sky? It has to do with the character developed in that particular book of the series. He is patterned on the Egyptian god Wepwawet – the opener of the way… having to do with memories and personal growth of the character.
Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
There are many messages. It’s all about personal growth & evolution – a realizing that you already have all of the power and enlightenment locked within you. You just need to know how to unlock it.
Fiona: How much of the book is realistic and are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
The way people interact. Nothing is based on my own personal experience except for some of the trouble one of the characters encounters.
Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?
Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Robert E. Howard, Herman Melville and Evangeline Walton.
Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest and who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
I’d say Indie authors Guy Donovan and Charlene Jones and also Kola Boof, because they can make you feel character emotions. Because this is the era of “show don’t tell” that’s often a challenge.
Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members
. Entity? Funny you would say it that way. There’s this spirit I met (yeah seriously) who found his way into my novels and nearly took the story over. I really feel I have given my characters life or else they are alive in other realms of existence and I met them in dreams. Who is to say which is correct.
Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?
No. I doubt I’ll be that widely read, given today’s market…unless of course someone discovers it and creates a Mini-series. I’ve been told it would be a great one.
Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Not in the latest one.
Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
When I ran out of library books to read, I decided to write my “stories” down.
Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?
OK Here’s a part of Opener of the Sky with an intro so the reader will hopefully not get too lost.
Without giving too many spoilers, Ariennu and Naibe have been serving as concubines of King Menkaure. Hordjedtef, the king’s uncle and a high priest, has had them kidnapped and rushed up the river as potential threats on the king’s life. Their captor is his sadistic grandson. Using her own psychic ability Ariennu visits in the form of a brown hawk. She is attempting to get a message to his majesty to send someone to save them.
“Where are they? I want them brought to me at once!” she heard the king roar and saw him struggle to his feet while his grooms fell to their knees, his clothing in their hands. One man held out the pleated linen that formed the king’s shendyt, but Menkaure swatted at the air near them and the man shrank back knowing he could be punished with instant death. Menkaure paced for a moment then noticed his own nakedness and tersely beckoned for one of his grooms to fasten and belt his clothing neatly. He beckoned the other man who held his ordinary khat to put it on him and to clasp his pectoral at his throat.
“Lady Naibe…” The king called “Lady ArreNu.”
“Your Majesty.” a low and timid voice suggested the king calm himself enough for the kohl to be painted around his eyes.
Ariennu saw guards returning up the stairs strong-arming the young concubines, Irika and Suenma, who had been rude to her right before the party commenced. They had been chosen by the king to entertain him after the party but when Menkaure had seen Naibe’s dance his plans changed. The women froze at the door, reading the king’s displeasure. The guards behind them pushed them to the floor in an attitude of worship.
“Where are they? What have you done to them? Then “Guard your words with your worthless and jealous lives.”
Ariennu shuddered, almost ready to leave that scene. She had seen the king mildly happy, tired, depressed, slightly ill and even paternal but never enraged to the point of breathlessness. The concubines were clinging to each other and crying. Menkaure slumped into his wicker day chair and had the guards bring them closer, pushing them face-down on the floor before him.
“You two know something. You will tell me everything and if what I hear is not to my liking or if I even begin to sense you are lying to me, your throats shall feel a draft and your last words to your Father will be an apology.”
He pointed to Irika first.
“You… You did not like my fire haired healing woman…or the young goddess-girl.” He shifted in his chair uncomfortably. “You spoke ill of my young dancer as if you told a joke, but I knew your spiteful heart from the day she joined her sister here.” He leaned forward, accusing. “I know you women plot to be with your Father, and to be the star in his eye. This morning Lady Naibe has gone from me when I did not give her leave and her dear sister is missing too.”
The tall and lanky woman whose arm Ariennu remembered twisting when she insulted her, buried her face in her hands. Ari smirked inwardly. I should have become a fly so I could see this closer. Look at that. I could almost laugh at the stupid kuna, scared like that. Not so proud and sure of yourself now, are you?
The sensation of a controlling utterance at the door stirred Ari’s attention. She layered extra secrecy over her hawk shadow and sensed more than saw the elongated skirtlike shendyt that swept gracefully into the room: Count Prince Hordjedtef.
And there it is. The demon himself. Damn! Ari sighed. I see the bastard saving the day for his young pet. Wretched girl knows who has the real power in this place… she watched the elder prince bend to the girl to comfort her and then dismiss both of them.
“Uncle, did you just dare speak for me?” Ari heard the king snarl “I will know what became of the sojourning women who were in my house. The girls were bold enough to speak of their discomfort. I asked for them to be brought for questioning and now you release them?”
Uh-oh. Ari’s vision continued. King Menkaure leapt to his feet and strode to the elder priest in such a rage that for a moment Ari hoped she would see the king liberate the Great One’s head from his neck.
Be strong your Majesty…
He is the one.
He is the architect
She tried to get into the king’s thoughts, but winced when she felt the Great One’s gaze search the outer porch as if he had sensed something.
“I’ve known you as my wise uncle all my life as a young prince and all through the good times and the bad with my heavy crown. I looked up to you, even passing over the advice of my brothers and my good vizier Neb, yet your heart decides it speaks as god?”
Ari knew the king blamed Hordjedtef for her and Naibe’s disappearance. She watched as Menkaure pushed the elder aside and headed for the door. She saw him pause, seize the old man by the top of his collar and yank him close to his rage-darkened face. Ariennu heard his words and felt her heart suddenly drop. She knew her thought had reached him but now she realized she should have kept it to herself.
“Just so you know, Uncle, I have also heard the cry of my sweet child’s soul again through the gifts of these holy women you so callously sent packing. I am taking fine offense at what you have done.” He shook the old man loose from his hand and stormed to the door about to send for his guards.
Ariennu sensed the old man scrambling after the king; trying to get his attention.
“Don’t.” Menkaure turned from his elder. “It seems I’ve listened to your whispering and your spells long enough. You have been holding back and dismissing as fantasy the very truth I knew from the day my heart was torn out. The ladies, without me asking them to do so, brought my sweet one back to me. “I know this is why you sent them away. You are to protect goddess Maat, not bury her or choke her with lies.” The king whirled in another pacing turn. “I will see the best rowers on my swiftest boats sent to take them up and bring them here back to my arms. They are to me more than gold.”
Ariennu bowed her head, feeling an impossible blush of pride.
“But Most High Majesty. Hear me once more and then no more if you wish.” The elder protested. “These women have gained your trust and have cast spells of their own on you I fear. You know their sire was a would be- foreign usurper whom I and my second man Prince Wserkaf apprehended and routed…You had approved all that was done to him at one time.”
Fearless wretch… Ariennu murmured, He’ll turn it around and now I’ll have to watch how it happened. She saw the king pause, then think. Goddess; she thought quickly. Do not listen, Majesty. Do not believe him.
“I did, it’s true.” The king paused, still pacing and becoming even more agitated. “Have I piled on even more evil? Or is it you, Uncle?”
“The fault is also mine to have taken pity on these pleasing ones, Majesty. I discovered that they cast spells on us all with their weeping and grieving, but under it, the whole time they were plotting and planning. I know the elder one whispered to you that you ought to take in her flower teas and creamed broths and not the tonics I labored to produce for you. Remember that soon enough you knew them to be weaker medicine? The younger beauty then came to you in your weakened state and further seized your godly heart.” The Great One of Five straightened. “I feel there was less of love in them for you and more of vengeance.”
Ariennu saw the old man’s secretive gesture and the resulting twinge in the king’s chest. She winced and made a cawing screech.
Ah, Majesty, you see...he said, rushing to Menkaure to heal him with all of the proper series of touches. She saw the elder priest look up once and noticed the reddened glare in his slit-like bird eyes. Everything dissolved around her.
Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Showing as opposed to telling and POV shifts
Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?
I’d like to go to conventions but getting a table is very expensive. I travel to local fairs to sell print books.
Fiona: Who designed the covers?
Createspace for the first three. I love them but they are expensive. I am very picky about covers so it’s been hard for me to find something else.
Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Marketing; getting people to read it and then to speak about it.
Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
I should have strted when I was young.
Fiona: If any of your books was made into a film who would you like to play the lead.
I would like Jason Momoa to play Marai. He has the basic face, height, coloring and build. His actor persona is that of being a rough, hard-drinking guy and super athlete, but when I see photos of him with his wife and children I see he has the qualities of portraying an excellent “shepherd”.
Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Publish early, publish often. Don’t wait to get it perfect because it won’t ever be perfect. What’s wonderful about modern publishing is you can improve a book all along.
Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I would love for you to read and recommend my books…and come aboard on my blog.
Fiona: What book are you reading now?
The Rise of the Nazil – Aaron-Michael Hall
Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?
Moby Dick. Actually I looked at the wonderful old color plates in an antique copy tried to read most of it when I was about 8. I had seen the movie when I was 5 or 6 and loved it, so I knew the story.
Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?
Not much makes me cry, but laughter? My husband’s jokes. We try to share some every day.
Fiona: Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why?
Writers I have met on Facebook for the present. I would like to meet Prince Hordjedtef and Prince Wserkaf to see if they are anything like the characters I created in my books.
Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why?
Always crazy, almost fearless, through the millenia
Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies?
Crafts, sketching, quilting.
Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?
Crime drama and fantasy. NCIS, Star trek reruns, some Dr. Who.
Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music
Qdoba (burritos) rainbows – blues and folk/metal/rock The Doors
Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?
Never thought it out. Being a Mom was good. I liked doing research in Art History but all roads led back to writing.
Fiona: Do you have a blog/website?
If so what is it? www.maryrwoldering.com
The Mystery of Ancient Egypt wrapped in a speculative and fantastic ride through history, mythology and magic. Experience:
CHILDREN OF STONE
1)Voices in Crystal 2)Going Forth By Day 3)Opener of the Sky 4) Late 2017 – Heart of the Lotus
Like ancient superheroes, those touched by the Children of Stone wander through the reality of ancient legends, RESHAPING myth and history.
Unforgettable people and their stories of mysticism, magic and never-ending love.
Walk with those who once became gods.
Amazon authors page USA https://www.amazon.com/Mary-R.-Woldering/e/B00OND7QMU/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
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