1.Tell us a little bit about yourself.
I was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area in the small (80,000) city of Alameda which is the venue for Moon Over Alcatraz. I went straight to college after high school and studied at the University of Madrid for my junior year. Then I transferred to U.C. Santa Barbara where I got my Bachelor’s degree in Spanish and went on for my Master’s degree in Education at Oregon State University.
I am married and have an 18-year-old son and a 13-year-old daughter, two very large chocolate labs and an extra-jumbotron Friesian horse, Maximus, who gets to live in a stall with a million-dollar view in the Oakland hills.
2.What event triggered you to become a writer? Any major inspirations?
Talk about inspirations... My daughter came home from school in 2009 and told me that her friend had asked her why her mommy didn’t have a job. I’d been a stay-at-home mom since becoming pregnant with my son in 1993. So I started thinking. I did have more free time since the kids were becoming more independent. So I went to the Apple store, bought a Macbook, told myself and family I was going to write a book. And I did.
3.How many manuscripts did you submit before you were published? How did you feel when you got “the call”?
Moon Over Alcatraz, my second book, was published in January of this year. I had already signed a contract for my first book Passing Through Brandiss with Wild Child Publishing but that won’t be coming out until late this year. I never have received the “call” because I went directly to e-book publishers and I don’t have an agent.
4.What’s the very best thing about being an author?
I think the very best thing is having the ability to write a book at all. When I began this journey I had no idea I’d be able to write more than, say, 20 or 30 pages. When I ended up writing an entire book, no one could have been more surprised than I. It was a miracle. Then I wrote three more novels and I’m still surprised...and happy. That’s the coolest thing.
5.It sure is! Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?
Oh yeah. Pretty simple, yet difficult. Persistence. Never give up. Don’t stop writing. I think that if a writer believes, really believes, that their writing is good then keep studying the craft, take online classes, get support and advice from online writer’s groups, and write, write, write. And no matter how many rejections you get, learn from them what you feel is appropriate and slog on.
6.That's good advice. Would you share your links with us so we can find you on the web?
I have a website which is also my blog site: www.patriciayagerdelagrange.com and my book is available at Musa Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.
7.We’d love to read an excerpt. Include a buy link so we can get the book.
Following the death of their baby during a difficult birth, Brandy and Weston Chambers are grief-stricken and withdraw from each other, both seeking solace outside of their marriage; however, they vow to work through their painful disloyalty. But when the man Brandy slept with moves back to their hometown, three lives are forever changed by his return..
Three days later we were standing at the edge of a hole in the ground at Holy Sepulcher Cemetery in Hayward, the silence so thick, the insides of my ears buzzed like a distant swarm of angry bees. Mr. Peralta and another gentleman stood off to the side while Weston and I held hands next to a tiny casket.
Weston had chosen a simple mahogany box with gold handles, a bouquet of white lilies graced the top of the small box. I knelt down and laid a kiss on the smooth wood then wiped off the tears that had fallen on top. Weston joined me, placing a single red rose in the middle of the lilies.
He helped me up and we stood side-by-side in silence, my guilt over her death like a stone in my empty belly. I missed everything I’d dreamed would be happening right now, yearned for all that could have been.
Weston nodded at the man standing next to Mr. Peralta and our baby was slowly lowered into the gaping maw. She reached the bottom, and a bird landed on the rich brown dirt piled next to the grave. It pecked around, chirping a little song then flew off - as if saying goodbye. My heart squeezed inside my chest.
I picked up a small handful of soft dirt. “Goodbye, Christine,” I whispered, throwing it on top of her casket.
Weston wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to his side. Why her? Why my baby? Was this supposed to make sense? And, if so, to whom?
We drove home in silence. No words existed to express my grief.
Oh, Patricia, that is so sad! Such emotion. Everyone is going to love this book. Come back and see me soon.
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Moon-Over-Alcatraz-ebook/dp/B006UJEE3E/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1327940072&sr=1-1