Heya fellow book lovers! Welcome to the Scavenger Hunt! I’m Kathleen Baldwin, author of 8 novels, including the award-winning, bestselling Stranje House series for teens. Here’s the thing… I love adventure in books, AND in real life. Taught rock climbing in the Rockies. Survival camped in the desert, was stalked by a mountain lion, lost an argument […]
Were there feisty females in history? Or is that a myth propagated by fiction writers.
Tor.com commissioned me to write a new short story unrelated to my other work. What a fun challenge! I let my imagination fly and this peculiar story sprang from my subconscious almost fully formed. It’s not a historical. It’s a mystical futuristic fantasy.
Cover reveal contest for the third book in the Stranje House series, Refuge for Masterminds. Easy to enter: (rule 1) a repost/share of the Cover Reveal/Contest post from Kathleen Baldwin’s Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, (rule 2) the repost/share contains the hashtag: #RefugeForMastermindsCover. Three (3) winners will be selected by random.org.
My latest novella, The Highwayman Came Waltzing, is a whimsical, deliciously romantic, peek into the world of thieves. But today I’m confessing my inner struggle between the romantic myth and the reality of highwaymen.
Do you like to snuggle up in bed with a book? Or do you prefer a lounge chair at the beach? Perhaps you favorite place to read is the quiet of the library or under a tree at the park. Or do you enjoy the sound of life bustling around you while you read; the kids playing or a busy train station on your morning commute? Take our survey and see how your reading habits compare to other readers.
Is it plausible that a young lady in the Regency era would even know how to swim? Some say yes, others say no. Let’s have some fun and investigate this controversy. Hearsay won’t do, let’s look at the evidence. Did Regency era ladies know how to swim? Sea Bathing was common practice, but does that constitute swimming? Letters, engravings, and paintings offer interesting insights, including letters between Lord Byron and his school chum Scrope Beardmore Davies.
Natural born writers catalog sensory data. They store emotional reactions and poignant bits of dialogue as events unfold around them. This happens out of no conscious effort on the writer’s part. It just happens. No matter how nightmarish the experience, no matter how spiritually elevating, how tender, or loving, or awe-inspiring, no matter how devastating or painful – writers record story details.