Writing Winter Stories

Until last year when I wrote The Calling Birds, I'd somehow missed writing a story set in a cold and snowy winter setting...which is odd because I grew up in a location with very cold and snowy winters (northern Alberta, Canada). And even though I now live in a place with a mild climate that almost never gets snow (Victoria, Canada), I know cold and snow.

Winter is lodged deep inside me—in my childhood and adult memories. 

So this year it was interesting to return to the snowy location of Noelle, Colorado while writing my new December release, Robyn: A Christmas Bride (click here if you missed that book reveal last week).

What is it about winter and the events it brings? It's arrival often hits like a jarring surprise, then there is the slow lead up to Christmas, then quickly the New Year arrives, followed by the long wait for spring...

Seasons (and the transitions within them) have moods. Winter creates complications, but it can also bring people together.  

I decided to do a search of the words "winter" and "snow" in both of my winter stories and found the following...

From The Calling Birds (Birdie Bell and Jack Peregrine's story)...

WINTER: used 5 times
SNOW (or its variations: snowy, snowstorm, snow flurry, snowbank, snowpack): used 45 times 

Despite a grueling journey up a mountain in a snowstorm—that had only been possible in wagons specially fitted with sleigh runners, Birdie’s possessions had arrived safely in Noelle. As had she and the eleven other brides under Mrs. Walters’ care.
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Jack limped out of the Golden Nugget Saloon and half-ran, half-hopped down the street. He gritted his teeth against the jarring of his stump against his wooden leg and the pull of the deepening drifts slowing him down. He squinted through the pelting snow. He couldn’t see a solitary person. Where was Gus?
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Her gaze clung to Jack as she crossed the threshold of Peregrines' Post and Freight. Despite leaving the chill outside, she shivered as she leaned toward the heat radiating from him. “Winter is an old friend, so the cold doesn’t bother me all that much especially since I made this coat.”
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Her mother’s words rose from her memories along with a dusting of snow disturbed by her strides. Sewing while upset often results in unwelcome creations.
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As soon as the general store opened, she must claim her snowshoes. She’d traded the curtains for them, and she needed them more than ever now. The snow would be deep where she’d be going.

From Robyn: A Christmas Bride (Robyn Llewellyn and Max Peregrine's story)...

WINTER: used 3 times
SNOW (or its variations: snowy, snowsquall, snowdrifts, snowflake ): used 17 times 

Driven by a fickle wind, Max's world spun faster than the snow outside the window. Robyn couldn’t be gone. Not in such a storm. Not when he needed her, when they all needed her. She was the thread that held everything together. 

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A second bang of the door and flurry of chill winter air heralded the arrival of another diner. In the doorway stood a tall fair-haired man with a red beard. Not bright red but still red. A warm shade of cinnamon that had become her favorite. Robyn's heart skipped a beat. Max had come to Noelle.

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Only the daft, the desperate, or the devil traveled the wilderness after dusk. In a big city with many streets, she’d never failed to find at least one that led home. While here in Noelle, surrounded by so much snow… Her shivers returned. “It’s getting late.”
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Max stared at the blindingly white but beautiful snowy vista around them. “Until now, I never gave anything but hauling freight my focus
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Her mind scrambled for a different topic. A small one. Which wasn’t difficult. Every subject felt like a tiny snowflake under the cloud of what Max would tell her. And what she must tell him. 

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From the wordcounts above, it shows I used the word "snow" a lot more in The Calling Birds. But that story started in a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. A snowstorm that was agreed upon by the 12 authors who wrote the The 12 Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides series. The Calling Birds is a standalone read but also the Fourth Day in the shared world of Noelle, Colorado, which was great fun to help create...especially in the snow 😊

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Jacqui Nelson's North of the Border

What’s up in Canada, eh? How Canada inspires storytelling.

When asked to join Get Lost in a Story as part of their regular crew, I asked my myself: what should I do?

Then I had an ah-ha moment. I'd ask guests to share something Canadian that inspired or influenced them, their writing, or the stories they love. I'd call the guest blog series... North of the Border.

So here's my first North of the Border guest... me!

ALBERTA INSPIRATION

This August I’m taking a trip home to Alberta. From where I live in Victoria (on Canada's southwest coast) Alberta is a 14 hour and 1,177 km (730 mile) drive across British Columbia, over the Rocky Mountains to the prairies—to the farm where I grew up (just a few miles from Mayerthorpe, a town with a population of 1,500).

ALBERTA MEMORIES

For my first 18 years, I lived in one place. During the following decade, I lived in many places in Alberta, but I always returned to visit the farm regularly. Then I move farther away and visits became fewer. At one point, I hadn’t been back in 13 years.

But Alberta will always hold a special place in my heart. The land shaped me. I’m a mix of curious kid and nostalgic adult. My writing is a mix of imagination and memories.

WHAT DO I MISS & DON'T MISS ABOUT ALBERTA? 

• I don’t miss epic swarms of mosquitoes and caterpillars. I remember running through the fields just to keep the mosquitoes off me. I remember a year where the caterpillars came in waves. Literally. A black swath of them flowed like a river over a road, looking for food. The trees held no leaves, so they crawled back across—minus many squished by the vehicles.  
• I miss walking through the trees surrounding our house to visit "the hilltop." From there you could see the faint lights of nearby towns and often the northern lights. Alberta is a big province, but a lot of it is relatively flat land. Our farm was on a small hill. For a kid, that hill (and the world and sky over it) seemed huge and magical. 
• I don’t miss the snowy winters that made driving treacherous. I remember going down our hill in a vehicle that went into a spin. We turned 360-degrees, came straight, and continued driving. We did it all while saying nothing, but I talked about it a lot afterward. 
• I miss tobogganing down that snowy hill. Our dog ran alongside, trying to herd us. We were too fast to get nipped very hard, but sometimes our steering was wonky and we’d veer into the ditch. Once we hit the post of the barbed-wire fence. Fortunately, we never hit the wire. 
• I don’t miss coming home from a warm destination vacation, leaving 25 degrees Celsius (77 Fahrenheit) for Alberta’s -25 C (-13 F). 
• I miss the sights, sounds, and smells of the seasons: my footsteps crunching the snow; the first bud of green peeking through the white; the wind bending the tall summer grass like the swipe of a giant hand; the smell of summer berries and autumn leaves. 

I adored my familiar home on the farm, but I also loved finding oddities in the world beyond.  

One of my first vacations outside of Canada was a family trip to visit friends who raised cattle and Arabian horses in Alberta in the summer but lived in Arizona in the winter. That year instead of spending Christmas in a snowsuit, I swam in an outdoor pool and hiked in shorts. Santa wore shorts as well. I remember seeing a life-size cardboard Santa standing in a cactus garden. He wore colorful Bermuda shorts but also his traditional red hat. What a memory!

Thinking about Santa's red hat made me think of the too-tight, too-scratchy, too-bright-orange toque (Canadian word or universal?) I had as a kid. I don’t miss that knitted hat, but it made me ask...

What kind of a hat could I give the heroine in my story-in-progress: Robyn, a Christmas Bride (a follow-up to my Twelve Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides novella, The Calling Birds)?

Just before Christmas 1877, Robyn Llewellyn (my red-haired, tomboy, wagon driver heroine) leaves her home in big city Denver in search of a makeover in the smaller mountain-high mining town of Noelle. She’s used to wearing trousers, but she gets a dress from Birdie Bell (my seamstress heroine from The Calling Birds) and then goes a step further—seeking advice from all of the Brides of Noelle concerning how to win the attention of the man she loves—Birdie’s brother-in-law, Max Peregrine.

I thought...maybe Robyn needs a more ladylike hat to go with her new dress. Then I thought, what hat does Robyn currently wear? A toque? No, that was too Canadian, and Robyn is Welsh American.

THE QUEST FOR A WELSH HAT

My research led me to the Monmouth Cap! A working person's round woolen hat, widely duplicated but originally associated with the town of Monmouth in south east Wales. Different places and memories (things we miss and don’t miss) are full of details. Odd or familiar they can be interesting to explore.

So if I don’t miss my childhood toque because it was too tight, too scratchy, and too bright orange, why would Robyn miss her Monmouth Cap if she had to give it up? Maybe it’s not about the feel or the color of the hat but about how long she’s had it? Or who gave the hat to her?

I'm looking forward to answering these questions as I continue figuring out Robyn’s story—one detail at a time. I'm also eager to see Canada through the eyes and words of my future North of the Border guests in the days to come 🇨🇦

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What's your favorite (or least favorite) hat? 

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Fall in love with a new Old West... where the men are steadfast & the women are adventurous. 

You'll find Wild West scouts, spies, cardsharps, wilderness guides, and trick-riding superstars in my stories. Those are my heroines. Wait till you meet my heroes! My love for historical romance adventures with grit and passion came from watching Western movies while growing up on a cattle farm in northern Canada.

I've been nominated for over 20 awards and won the RWA® Golden Heart® & the Laramie® but my best reward is hearing from readers who have enjoyed my stories.

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