Friday, October 18, 2019

VENTURE DOWN THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED AND INTO A MAGICAL PLACE....IRELAND WRITER TOURS!


If you want one-on-one time with dynamite professionals while experiencing the beguiling splendor of Ireland, read further to find out more.

CRAFTING IRRESISTIBLE PAGE-TURNERS:
HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL THAT FLIES OFF THE SHELVES
12-19 JULY 2020


Before this conference and tour week begins, you will be invited to submit a number of manuscript pages for the author/editor and agent to review. Each will edit your pages ahead of time and, during the conference, offer advice in one-on-one sessions. They’ll also offer group classes, lead activities and discussions, and teach necessary marketing skills. You'll have opportunities to brainstorm, network with professionals, and meet potential beta and critique partners. A unique feature of this conference is the individual attention, which ensures that the week is flexible enough to engage and challenge writers of all levels—from the novice to the advanced, published author.
Writers' Conference with Tours of Counties Galway, Mayo & Clare

with

Multi-published, international bestselling author, Writers' Digest University instructor, and twenty-year profession author consultant and editor (and the first day of the conference is her birthday...let's celebrate together!)

DONNA RUSSO MORIN


In addition to being a successful, internationally published author of eight multi-award-winning novels, Donna has also been a professional editor and story consultant for the past twenty-five years. Her work spans more than 40 manuscripts. She is also a writing instructor for Writer’s Digest University and teaches writing courses at her state’s most prestigious adult learning center. Donna has presented and conducted workshops at national and academic conferences for nearly twenty years, including the Historical Novel Society Conference, Writer’s Digest Annual Conference, Hollihock Writers’ Conference, and many more.

Donna’s personal writing successes include GILDED SUMMERS, an International Amazon Bestseller. Its sequel, GILDED DREAMS, will release in June of 2020.   Her other titles include PORTRAIT OF A CONSPIRACY: Da Vinci’s Disciples Book One (a finalist in Foreword Reviews BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR, hailed by Barnes and Noble as one of ‘5 novels that get Leonardo da Vinci Right’), and THE COMPETITION: Da Vinci’s Disciples Book Two (EDITOR’S CHOICE, Historical Novel Society Review),  THE FLAMES OF FLORENCE: Da Vinci’s Disciples Book Three, The King’s Agent, recipient of a starred review in Publishers Weekly, The Courtier of Versailles, The Secret of the Glass, and To Serve a King. She has also authored, BIRTH: ONCE UPON A TIME BOOK ONE, a medieval fantasy and the first in a trilogy.


and



successful agent with Marsal Lyon Literary,
PATRICIA NELSON

Patricia Nelson has been a literary agent with Marsal Lyon Literary Agency since 2014, representing all genres of young adult and middle-grade fiction, as well as women's fiction and romance. Her clients include award-winning and bestselling authors, and recent sales include books placed with Penguin Random House, HarperCollins, St. Martin's Press, and Simon & Schuster, among others. She holds master's degrees from the University of Texas at Austin and the University of Southern California and has previously taught literature and writing at the college level.

Find out more about Patricia and her clients at  Marsal Lyon Agent, Patricia Nelson and on Twitter @patricianels.



ABOUT THE CONFERENCE
Successful author, Donna Russo Morin, and successful agent, Patricia Nelson, have more than just success in common. Not only have they gotten many books published, but they’ve also both taught and mentored a multitude of writers who are enjoying their own successes. While Donna’s award-winning novels are historical fiction, she’s coached and edited in multiple genres. Patricia represents clients writing YA, MG, as well as Adult historical fiction, upmarket commercial, women’s fiction, and plot-driven literary. From Writers’ Digest classes to genre-specific mega-conferences, to smaller learning facilities, these ladies have shared their expertise on how to create fiction that flies off the shelves.

During the conference week, Donna and Patricia will teach a variety of important aspects of the craft, like formulating a compelling premise, and how to keep readers turning pages. As a multi-published author, Donna will share tips on how to stay productive, keeping both your publisher and your readers, happy. Patricia can share tips about current trends in publishing, and what it takes to snare an agent’s attention.

If you want to learn the secrets of literary success, join us for this conference and tour in the beautiful west of Ireland.


TOUR ITINERARY:
Your conference and tour base will be a tiny village in the west of Ireland. This tranquil setting is home to quite a few artists, musicians and writers because of its inspiring atmosphere. The peace and dramatic beauty of the area can have a profound effect on your writing. At the same time, you'll be touring throughout the western half of the country to the varied sights listed below.

Sunday
Our Tour begins at 2:00pm with a shuttle pick up in Galway City
Participants are whisked away to the hotel where they can freshen up before -
A tour of a 14th Century Abbey, the best-preserved ruin of its type
Evening - Back to your hotel for a brief rest before the welcoming banquet and a talk from our featured guest teachers.


Monday
A tour of –
---12th Century Castle
--Ancient Stone Circle
--Stop for lunch in a Quaint Old Village with loads of history and legend, followed by:
   --Opening workshop with Donna and Patricia

On the tour trail again to -
--A 7th Century Abbey
--The largest lake in the Republic of Ireland
--A hike through a faerie forest to a cave with eerie true stories
--Dinner at your leisure in the village


Tuesday
A full day of writers conference, exercises, and individual editing, with a break for lunch
Drinks with an agent while you pitch your story




Wednesday
A tour of -
--The tallest round tower in existence, circa 7th century
--Beautiful bay with picturesque sailboats and currachs
--A castle featured in so many photos, you’re sure to recognize it!
--The Burren
--The most famous dolmen in Ireland, a burial site of ancient king
--Charming seaside town with excellent homemade Irish fudge
--Cliffs of Moher – possibly the most photographed and breath-taking scenery in Ireland


Thursday
A full day of writers conference, exercises, and editing, and workshopping your manuscript, with a break for lunch
--Visit to the 16th-century castle home of a pirate queen
--Dinner in Galway and a pub crawl



Friday
The day begins with a ferry ride to Inis Mór, the largest Aran Island off the coast of Galway.

Once there, you may choose a bike or van tour of the island, including Dún Aengus, the prehistoric ring fort perched on cliffs high above the ocean, an ancient holy well, a seal colony, and, of course, the famous Aran handknit sweaters (available on the island at a greatly reduced price).


Saturday
--A half-day of writers conference, exercises, and editing.
--Lunch
--A tour into the heart of Connemara, including yet another castle.


Sunday
We say our good-byes and the shuttle returns you to Galway station





*This tour involves walking and possibly a bit of low climbing

 This conference/tour will be limited to twelve to fifteen participants to ensure individual attention, and will be tailored to the needs of the writers who enroll.

DON'T MISS YOUR CHANCE FOR THIS ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME EXPERIENCE

Thursday, February 14, 2019

FANTASY…FROM AN AWARD-WINNING HISTORICAL NOVELIST? UM, WHAT?

It’s a good question, one deserving a bit of skepticism. If you’ll allow me to share a couple of points of interest, I may just turn your incredulity into excited acceptance.

BIRTH: Once, Upon a New Time Book One is, in fact, the very first novel I ever wrote…twenty-eight years ago while carrying my first child. Back then, it was all one book rather than a trilogy, and it was over eight hundred pages long. I had been (and always will be) a great lover of fantasy, the pure escapism that comes with magical lands and strange creatures, a certified devotee of all things Tolkien and Lewis.


However, back then fantasy wasn’t nearly as popular as it is today and I wasn’t nearly the writer I am today. I pitched it about to agents and received polite, instructive rejections. My first son was born, then my second, and I started reading Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. I could see the writing on the wall well enough; it was a time when historical fiction was much more popular. And it suited my writer’s ‘voice.’

I set about learning the craft of crafting historical fiction. The research, the eras that ignited passion in me…a must to put that passion into my words.

I landed an agent with my first historical novel, and it was off to the races. My eight novels have garnered many awards, have been translated into five different languages, been well received by critics (one, The King’s Agent, which has paranormal aspects, received a starred review in Publishers Weekly), and my latest release, GILDED SUMMERS, an Amazon #1 Bestseller, has sold over 100,000 copies worldwide.

But I never forgot my first love or my first book. And what I had learned through the years of writing historical fiction and the intense research required to craft good historical fiction—the rebuilding of worlds of the past—showed me how to world-build far better than when I wrote the original fantasy book.

I became the ‘research.’ I studied mythological creatures, I filled notebook after notebook of every detail—even the most minute—of what my ‘world’ would be. I ‘created’ the source material required, as it is in historical fiction, to rewrite my fantasy novel. And during all those years, interest in historical fiction has waned while the popularity of fantasy has grown.

With this acquired knowledge and world-building acumen, the book became longer and longer in an age when publishers want smaller and smaller books (oh, technology and the demise of attention spans). I broke that enormous book into three parts, connecting them with an over-arching theme, and pitched. The publisher of GILDED SUMMERS loved it and acquired it. The Once, Upon a New Time trilogy, is my rebirth into the realm of fantasy.


The moral of my tale is this…fantasy and historical fiction are not as different as it would appear on the surface, and one should never, ever forget their first love. 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

WOULD YOU READ THIS BOOK?
READ WHAT SOME OF THE TOP EDITORS
AT THE TOP PUBLISHING HOUSES HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT

Not to be too mysterious, but for the real surprise, read all the way to the end!

FROM KNOPF/DOUBLEDAY:
It’s wonderfully atmospheric—I really got a sense of Newport, the glamour and the social striving, but also the class tensions and prejudices that exist. Ms. Russo is a lovely writer, with a real feel for her characters, especially Pearl and Ginevra. The question of why (cut for spoilers) immediately intrigued me. I enjoyed watching how their friendship evolved on even as it pushed up and against social norms of the time... There’s a lot to like here.


FROM HARPER COLLINS:
Russo is a skilled writer and her characters are accessible and likable; I was really worried for Ginevra, so the ending was very satisfying.The story surprised me. I think this has potential to be a commercial title—especially considering the recent appeal of Downtown Abbey and the like.








FROM THOMAS DUNNE/MACMILLIAN
I absolutely loved the setting, and the author did a great job of evoking the mannerisms of the time and place.

FROM SKYHORSE
I really fell in love with this: the stunning setting of Newport in the Gilded Age, inside looks into both the wealthy and their servants (neither fully happy), feminism, and the power of female friendship, and even a dash of romance. Pearl and Ginevra are strong, engaging protagonists, both as individuals and a pair. They are such fascinating characters ina fascination place and time...this world of the Vanderbilts and the Astors, of emerging feminism and the pull between independence and the expected notions of romance and family.

Intrigued? Ready for the surprise...these are all rejection letters. Yes, you read that correctly...rejections!

But I refused to hear no and I finally heard YES!

GILDED SUMMERS will be released in early summer 2018 by Creativia.

GILDED SUMMERS is an upmarket women’s novel with elements of domestic suspense/murder mystery, set in Newport’s Gilded Age.

Two girls, Pearl and Ginevra, grow up in the singular moment known as the Gilded Age in Newport, Rhode Island—one lives above the stairs, the other below. These two young women must decide who they want to be in this world, and survive what it takes to get there…even if it includes murder.

Surrounded by Astors and Vanderbilts, Pearl fills her days with teatime and shallow friendships, yearning for something more. A chance meeting with Mary Cassatt sparks in her a secret desire to be an artist, a “new” woman. Meanwhile Ginevra, fresh off the boat from Italy, finds her own dreams out of reach as she joins the unwelcoming household as a servant and seamstress.

Kindred souls, the girls become fast friends but must keep their friendship hidden from Pearl’s controlling and social-climbing mother. Each summer, they meet in a hidden spot beneath the weeping beeches to talk of art and life, their struggles to break the barriers of their lives, and to draw inspiration from the writings of Lucy Stone. 

But before long, the realities of adulthood begin closing in on them. Accepting a “suitable” marriage proposal, Pearl tries her best to fit into her new role, while Ginevra begins to harbor feelings of jealousy and resentment. The two young women must decide who they want to be in this world, and survive what it takes to get there…even if it includes murder.

Going behind the façade of this glittering era, Gilded Summers is a gripping, richly detailed story of friendship, prejudice, and life-altering choices. The novel will appeal to fans of Downton Abbey and The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood


As a born, raised, and still happy resident of Rhode Island, so many of my greatest moments took place on the island of Newport, and they still are...my son recently married there. This book has been a dream of mine and I can't wait for this glorious place, these enigmatic people, and this intriguing tale to at last go out into the world.

Stay posted for more release information.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Writing Fun | Ep. 109 : The Competition with Donna Russo Morin





It was such an honor to be interviewed by Michelle Marie Dunton of Writing Fun. She asked some great questions which reveals a lot about the inspiration of my Da Vinci's Disciples trilogy, the truth of where the characters came from, and some hints about where they're headed. (And now everyone gets to see that yes, my children are correct, I am a cartoon).

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

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EXCERPT FROM THE COMPETITION: DA VINCI'S DISCIPLES BOOK TWO

THE COMPETITION:
Da Vinci’s Disciples Book Two
By Donna Russo Morin



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Chapter One
“Inspiration, when it comes, comes on its own terms.”

Specks of sand in a windstorm, eddying about, seemingly chaotic yet cohesive, unified within the calm, unseen core.
They stood apart in the vast crowd and yet together, a feat they had managed to accomplish ever since those fateful days. None could see them and know them as a group; society would frown upon it. Few of their number—in truth, but one—cared little for the caprices of society. Their truth had already rendered it specious. But if their truth were known—the deepest, darkest depths of it—they would all be dead, a brutal death at the end of the hangman’s noose.
The boisterous throng swirled around them, ignorant to the revolutionaries they stood beside. With the crowd whirled the music, the voices, the change in the wind. Some of the women wore jewels and ermine trim, others simple muslin. Only in their smocks were their ranks and wealth negated. They stood united by what they had done, by all they created, and all they hoped yet to create. Such brazenness, such daring, such criminal activity bound them in a way little else could. They were—now and forever—united as Da Vinci’s Disciples.

“Isn’t it breathtaking, dearest?” Natasia twittered to her husband, Pagolo, squeezing his arm with a plump hand in her zeal.
Tall and stick-like to Natasia’s round fleshiness, Pagolo Capponi shielded his slim, dark eyes from the midday sun as they watched the grand procession pass before them. “Yes dearest, splendid.”
Viviana tucked her chin down, hiding her motherly grin; so much had changed, and yet some things never would. Natasia may be married now, as she had so craved to be, but her girlish giggles had not abandoned her.
Viviana stood beside the couple and they beside Fiammetta and Patrizio, the Conte and Contessa Maffei, she with her face a blasé mask, he with bright spots of happiness on his round cheeks. Beside them stood Lapaccia Cavalcanti, simply attired as always, an ash walking stick in her hand. The widowed noblewoman held the arm of another elderly woman, a noble as well, down to her luxurious trappings.
On Viviana’s other side stood Isabetta and Mattea, both in their finest—if simplest—muslin, both with the kiss of the sun emerging on their pale cheeks.
Viviana was the middle ground between the ottimati and popolo of their group, the elite and the common citizens. She was a widow herself, that of a disgraced lesser elite, disgraced by his own hands, deceased by hers and those of the women near to her. She was as in limbo in life as she was between these women, not exactly knowing her place, not exactly knowing where life would next take her.
“About time things returned to normal,” Fiammetta grumbled. Viviana wholeheartedly agreed with her, which did not happen often.
“Thanks to Il Magnifico.” Viviana felt gladness for him, and all of Florence.
Lorenzo de’ Medici was not the man he had once been. The change came the day they murdered his brother in the great cathedral. It came when Lorenzo learned the murder was a conspiracy, with gnarled fingers that reached all the way to the Vatican. All goodness and light within him had been extinguished when he had avenged Giuliano’s murder in a massacre of near to one hundred men. He ruled darkly in the wars that followed, and in the years that followed those wars. What with the pope’s decree of excommunication upon Il Magnifico and all of Florence, the wars, and the plague, Florence and its citizens had suffered dearly in the intervening years. Lorenzo’s grief and anger had hovered over the city like an ominous black cloud. Today, at long last, he had allowed a celebration to take place. And what a spectacle it was.
            This Festa di San Giovanni, a celebration of John the Baptist, was unlike any the city had seen before. Under Il Magnifico’s rule, as every facet of life had become, it blazed with both pageantry and eminence.
“Florence dons her golden gown once more,” Isabetta said. “Would you look at that?”
One had no choice. Fifteen wagons drawn by fifty pairs of oxen filled the street, their clomping the air, the cheering of the crowd the ears.
The women leaned away from the heat of the many girandole, their wheels of fire in the shapes of ships and houses, their fires crackling, popping, and spattering the crowd with sparks.
Zigzagging their way through the wagons and platforms, the spiritegli hovered over all, their legs strapped to poles so tall they seemed to walk on air.
            A banner upon the lead wagon identified the edifizi upon the lead wagon: Lucius Aemilius Paulus. 
“It is his vanity,” Fiammetta said once more.
“It is his need to reassert himself,” Viviana argued with a whisper, not for her sake, but for Fiammetta’s; she had no wish for any to hear of her friend’s continued anti-Medicean attitude. There were those who shared Fiammetta’s feelings for the city’s ruler. Most hid behind a façade of Medici support, in dark corners and shadows, for their own purposes and pernicious agendas.
Lucius Aemilus Paulus was the Roman conqueror of Macedonia, from before the birth of Jesus Christ. His return to Rome, with overflowing bounty, had made him immortal.
“No doubt Il Magnifico wishes to make an identification,” Viviana raised her voice in concert with the rising roar of the crowd. “Lorenzo put much at risk to save our city, going to Naples, being held virtually hostage there for more than a year. His safe return, his success in saving Florence from further ravages of war—surely it is a bounty worth celebrating.”
“Humph,” was Fiammetta’s response.
“Indeed, Florence is reborn,” Mattea agreed with Isabetta. “Already women are wearing their finest again, and palazzos are being built. Yes, Florence is reborn. But can it be as if nothing ever happened? Can it be as it was before?”
Before. The word had a strange effect. Did they really wish for it to be so?
Viviana studied each face, watched as her friends’ minds traveled back in time with her own. Lapaccia had never regained her health since the days and weeks she’d hidden in the convent. She had become what she had never been, no matter her age… an old, frail lady. Her son, Mattea’s lover, wandered, hiding, the small price he paid for the small part he played in the conspiracy to kill Guiliano de’ Medici and the attempt to kill Lorenzo. Mattea’s longing, her fear was ever there upon her face, in her eyes that did not sparkle as they once had, upon lips slow to curve.
Isabetta in her widow’s weeds, her husband whom she had loved and nursed for years now gone, though not so very long ago. A badge of guilt hung heavy on that woman’s neck. But not nearly as heavy as one did on Viviana’s, for Isabetta had not been the instrument of her husband’s death; that part belonged to Viviana and Viviana alone. Was it truly wrong? No, she had never thought so, not for a moment. What she feared more was that she had killed something within herself when she killed him.
Fiammetta had slipped down the social ladder—an atrocity, in her mind, for staying on her perch was so very important to her. Her association with the Pazzi family—they who had led the assassination—had chipped away at her lofty standing. Watching her struggle to climb back up was like watching a child attempt to scale a mountain, a pitiable sight.
Only Natasia—sweet, young Natasia—had come away unscathed.
They had even lost their mentor, if only temporarily. They’d lost Leonardo da Vinci to the Duke of Milan, or rather his uncle Ludovico, who acted as regent for his eight-year-old nephew. The wars Florence had endured had left no one to sponsor him, which da Vinci needed in order to become the maestro of the studio that he deserved to be.
But something had happened, something glorious in the before. They had saved Lapaccia’s life, even Andreano’s, and they had created a masterpiece. It hung in the Palazzo della Signoria still, the towering building at their backs. It hung where the original masterpiece had hung and still no one knew the difference. The city and its keepers thought it a warning to all those who dare defy its leaders, most especially the Medicis, and so it remained upon its wall, an accusatory finger to be avoided. In truth, it was a living, breathing testament to the women’s growing prowess as artists. It didn’t matter that no one knew such beauty had come from their hands; at least that was what they told themselves.
Viviana looked to the sky, to the small prison at the top of the tower where she herself had spent a night. No one knew she and these women, Da Vinci’s Disciples, had rendered the painting that hung in that tower.
No, it didn’t matter. Or did it? The question had plagued Viviana more and more of late, as she searched for the same fiery purpose she had felt when helping to paint it. She now seemed to crave it, as the souse craved his wine.
Like her city, Viviana carried the scars of those days, yet like Florence, she too was healing. She closed her eyes, raised her face to the sun, and let it warm her. She let gratitude consume her, let the crowd and the cheering and the song and the laughter fade away.
“I purchased that chapel in Santo Spirito three years ago.” The words spoken by the resonant, lofty voice of a man, somewhere close behind her, broke through her reverence and shattered it. “Now I shall finally be allowed to have it frescoed.”
Viviana’s eyes snapped open like a shutter in a gale. Through the haze, she saw the man who had spoken, knew his face.
But more importantly, she saw it, the answer to what came next. 

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