Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tuesday Tangent with Kim Fielding

I am Kim Fielding and I have a dream.

It begins with saying goodbye to the day job. It’s a good job, but I’ve been doing it since dinosaurs roamed the earth, so in my dream I attend my very last meeting, hand in my last red pen, assign my very last grade. And then I get to write full time.

But that’s not all! Because in my dream, I get to travel the world. I sit in cafés, people-watching and picking up bits and pieces of languages. I tromp down cobbled streets and sleep under roofs erected before the first Europeans landed in America. I ride trains, boats, and airplanes. Trams and funiculars. Vaporettos and double-deckers. I become acquainted with local foods and local customs. I am smiled at by handsome men who find me exotic and who are eager to practice their English with a native speaker. And I smile back—but not too much because, you know, married woman and all that.
Maybe I even spot cute firemen while I sit at my café. 

And I spend hours and hours clacking away on my laptop, incorporating everything I’ve experienced into critically-acclaimed, best-selling novels.

I dream this a lot.

Of course, reality always intrudes, with laundry to be washed, kids to be chauffeured and homeworked, papers to be graded, and yet more meetings to be attended. Just now I was called on to help my older daughter cover her Spanish textbook in sushi-print fabric. Nobody here finds me exotic.

But I do manage to catch tantalizing little tastes of my dream now and then. Sometimes I escape for a few days or a couple of weeks, and I get to go somewhere far away to sit in those cafés and walk those cobbles. And when I do, I end up writing about it.

Last year I was lucky enough to spend a few days in Bosnia & Herzegovina, where the café drink of choice is strong Bosnian coffee and where, I am proud to say, I successfully used a five-century-old squat toilet. I had an amazing time (well, not using the toilet—but the rest of my visit was amazing).

And that trip inspired my newest novella, The Pillar, which is set in 15th century Bosnia.

I guess the moral to this story is that even if I can’t quite live my dream in its entirety—yet, anyway—I can at least have a teensy portion of it, and like the baklava I ate in Sarajevo, even that little bit is pretty damn good!


The Pillar 

During his youth, orphaned thief Faris was flogged at the pillar in the town square and left to die. But a kind old man saved him, gave him a home, and taught him a profession. Now Faris is the herbalist for the town of Zidar, taking care of the injured and ill. He remains lonely, haunted by his past, and insecure about how his community views him. One night, despite his reluctance, he saves a dying slave from the pillar.

A former soldier, Boro has spent the last decade as a brutalized slave. Herbs and ointment can heal his physical wounds, but both men carry scars that run deep. Bound by the constraints of law and social class in 15th century Bosnia, Faris and Boro must overcome powerful enemies to protect the fragile happiness they’ve found.

Available now at:

Dreamspinner Press          Amazon          All Romance 


Kim Fielding is very pleased every time someone calls her eclectic. She has migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States and currently lives in California, where she long ago ran out of bookshelf space. She’s a university professor who dreams of being able to travel and write full time. She also dreams of having two perfectly behaved children, a husband who isn’t obsessed with football, and a house that cleans itself. Some dreams are more easily obtained than others.

Kim can be found on her website  ...  and on Facebook  ...  and she can also be found on Twitter.

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