Where does Shelly get her inspiration? How is Canada part of her inspiration? Read on and see...
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Early in my English degree, I was told again and again that Canadian authors are deeply rooted in our environment, in the seasons and the land. As a writer myself, I found this frustrating and false. My stories were more rooted in magic, myth, and yes, a bit of snark and humor. I never expected how much of my home, my country, and indeed, my environment would bleed their way into my writing too. This country and Darwell, Alberta –the small town I’ve come to lovingly call home–have me under their spell.
When it came to finding a home for my series about the four horsewomen of the apocalypse, I considered American settings, that version of small town where there’s a welcoming main street neatly lined with buildings. I considered some of the beautiful and mysterious islands Canada has to offer, like Fogo Island off the coast of Newfoundland. But it was while driving home on one of my typically long drives from the city that it occurred to me: I wanted to write a story set in the place I lived. I wanted the welcoming small town I knew to be immortalized in words.
Which was when Beckwell, Alberta, with it’s magical residents and misfits, was born.
Beckwell, like the real small town I live near, the wonderful Darwell, is modest in size, but big on what it can accomplish, even – or perhaps especially – because it’s not exactly what you’d expect from just looking at it.
Darwell was founded around 1915, the name selected randomly from a hymnal to settle an argument, but changed from “Darwall” to “Darwell” when the final papers were registered – and perhaps the final argument was won. It’s located in the county of Lac Ste. Anne, not far from the lake itself which was once known as Wakamne, or God’s Lake by the Nakota Sioux, and Manitou Sakhahigan, Lake of the Spirit, by the Cree First Nations, named for the mysterious creature believed to live in its depths, capable of creating unpredictable currents as it swam and overturning canoes.
Whatever the case, Darwell has long been known as a welcoming place, whether that was for hobos traveling the rails during the Great Depression, or those looking for a place to make their homes. While many of the original town structures are gone, sold-off when they’d outlived their usefulness to pragmatic pioneers, what remains now is a small clutch of buildings centered on a four-way stop, surrounded by softly rolling ranch-land and great stretches of farmers’ fields, protected and hidden amidst boreal forest.
Each of the four corners divided by the four-way stop and intersection hold the small collection of buildings, many of which serve multiple purposes. The school sits on a small rise on the northeast corner, happily devoid of the drama and paranormal danger my fictional version suffers. The northwest corner holds two buildings: one with the store, gas station, and post office, while the other houses the restaurant and bar (neither of which, somewhat disappointingly, are owned by the Norse god Loki as they are in my fictional version – at least, not so far as I know.)
They are friendly places, though, from which you can walk easily across the road to the modest metal buildings housing animal control and the peace officer station, or to the southeast corner, with the library sitting next to the Quonset-style half-round structures of the community hall and Golden Age Club. Behind that are the Agricultural grounds with the deep-red Cow Palace barn, and the single-story TriLakes Manor for independent senior living, which I greatly expanded in the fictional version to a full-service senior and health center – my rambunctious, magical seniors had to live somewhere.
Real residents of Darwell, like their fictional counterparts and myself, appreciate their privacy and space. While there are a couple of houses visible from central Darwell, more of them are scattered among towering poplar trees around the area, standing bravely against the wind on isolated farms, or gathered together in spacious acreage communities. Though you’re sure to see plenty of people at the Darwell Annual Fair, around since the first one in the 1930s, but now boasting the Barnburner Country Music Concert and the Ag Drag.
To the casual observer, perhaps a small town like Darwell appears nothing like the magical version I’ve fictionalized. It might seem small, at worst mundane. Yet on late summer evenings, as the wind whispers and rustles through the poplar leaves, as the wide sky comes alive with pinks, purples, and golds, there is something magic afoot in this place. Sometimes, if you’re lucky and the breeze is blowing just right, the wheat or grass in the rolling fields ripples like an undulating, gleaming wave, and it’s one of the most beautiful and magical things I’ve ever seen. Something truly magical, truly enchanting comes alive in this small Canadian town, and I am so grateful for being able to share some small piece of it with my readers.
I used to think my Literature Professors were batty for suggesting Canadian writing was inundated and heavy with the feel of Canada, of our seasons, our land...but maybe that’s the greatest magic of all. The magic of our land, the places we’ve been seeps into us and into our words, so we can spread them far out and around the world, into places where that magic can live forever.
Thanks so much for having me, Jacqui, and to you, dear reader, for stopping by. Now it’s your turn!
SHELLY'S GIVEAWAY
Comment below and tell me what you love about the place you live for a chance to win an ebook version of either Must Love Plague (book 1) OR Must Love Famine (book 2) of my Sisters of the Apocalypse series (your choice which one you prefer).
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Shelly Chalmers writes humorous paranormal romances that run the gamut from space opera to werewolves, all with a touch of magic, a sense of humor, and a dab of geek. She makes her home in rural Alberta, Canada, with her husband, daughters, and two nutball cats.
Her latest book, “Must Love War,” completing the adventures of the four horsewomen of the apocalypse, is out now.
Website: www.shellychalmers.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/ShellyC.Chalmers
Twitter: @scchalmers or twitter.com/scchalmers
Amazon author page: www.amazon.com/Shelly-Chalmers/e/B075KN6SYV
BookBub author page: www.bookbub.com/authors/shelly-chalmers
Sisters of the Apocalypse series: books2read.com/ap/RDbkL8/Shelly-Chalmers
Must Love Plague (book 1), Must Love Famine (book 2),
Must Love Death (book 3), Must Love War (book 4)
Hi I have lived in Dubuque, Ia for 17 years we live in a rural area where the closest house is about 1/2 mile away and we are at the top of a hill. There are many dairy farms around us and when you go out to eat it is not uncommon to see farmers in their attire there eating. There is no dressing up for them. They work long house many times the farmer we see across the hill is out there all afternoon and then way into the morning hours. Especially when he heard that Sat we were going to have snow he was out there all night Fri spraying something and then not out in the snow. We have many restaurants but also many have gone out of business that is the family owned and also the big ones. For us it is a 25 min drive to town and once into town you don't want to be on one of the main roads at 5. Although I have to say it's nothing compared to living in San Mateo Ca which is 20 min south of San Fran when I moved 17 yrs ago I thought traffic was bad then but went to visit my son who lives about 1 block from Google and it';s a mess to say the least. The reason I moved to Iowa is I had heard about a guy for many years his ex mother in law was my pen pal she came out to Ca and then we were friend well after many letters I flew to a wedding in Iowa and met him and it was love at first site. I asked my adult kids if they wanted to come with me and only my 2 cats and 1 service dog said yes so he came and got us and I had to pick very little of what I owned that was also hard. Well that is it your story is better than mine. Peggy Clayton ptclayton2@aol.com
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and sharing your story, Peggy! It sounds lovely - you must have such a view from that hilltop! Around here few of the farmers dress up on a regular basis. I imagine it must have also been really difficult for you to make that choice to move, but it sounds like hopefully Dubuque has definitely become home. Wishing you well - and hopefully you're getting less snow than we have here.
DeleteLovely post, Shelly! I live in a rural area, with houses on 2+ acre lots. We're across from a 2000 acre ranch that will never (in our lifetime, anyway) be developed, so we have an unobstructed view of the western Sierra Nevada. It's beautiful. We're less than twenty minutes from town with restaurants, doctors, shopping. We do talk of moving into town, as the two acres is getting to be a lot to take care of, but giving up the quiet and the view ... ? We're not quite ready to do that.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie, and thanks for stopping by. :) The view sounds amazing, and wow! What a great combination it sounds like you have: your own land, with plenty of space, while still close to the convenience of town. Darwell is only about 10 min from us with the school and library, but for most of our services we need to travel about 45min to a larger town. Giving up the view, the quiet, and all that country does sound like a big thing to give up. Can definitely see why you wouldn't be ready for that yet. Enjoy! :)
DeleteI'm a big city girl, so I've always been fascinated with small towns. I love to read books set in them. Also, your premises are crazy good!!
ReplyDeleteHi Erika, and thank you for not only stopping by, but also your kind words. :) I'm honestly a city girl at heart (born and raised in the city until about 11 years ago. That may be why small towns and country life continue to fascinate me too; in many ways, I'm still a transplanted city girl. But there is something very lovely and welcoming that we've found out here in the Darwell community that I'm not sure we would have found in the city. Thank again for stopping by, and enjoy the city - sometimes I definitely enjoy city life. Maybe if the lottery gods smile on me I could have a summer weekend city apartment, lol!
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos of your rugged landscape, thanks for sharing!
I've become such an introvert (working on recluse) that my current home is perfect.
It backs up to miles of marsh that can never be built upon. The serenity and wildlife are out of this world. And in SW FL, you can't beat the palm trees and beautiful sun! ;)
Happy new release!!!
Hi Sarah! Thanks for stopping by and your kind words. I'm often working on recluse myself, which is why likewise, I like having the space around my home. The marshes that you back onto with the serenity and wildlife of SW FL sound amazing! I've only been to Florida the once, and admit I was intimidated by some of that wildlife (the advantage of cold winters is that it kills a lot of creepy crawlies...and things like alligators would freeze solid.) But those palm trees and all that beautiful sun - particularly during the cold winters - sure does sound wonderful!! Enjoy, and thanks again for stopping by. :)
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Hi there, and thanks for stopping by! I love the many trees around my home too. They are definitely something to treasure.
DeleteI LOVED your description of your hometown and how you used the setting in your series! (and now I want to visit!) I did the same thing with my teensy Mississippi hometown, which, IRL is disappointingly devoid of Elves, but provided a perfect basis for my books.
ReplyDeleteHi Amy! Thanks so much for stopping by. Apologies for the delayed response - I had to switch computers. I'm glad you enjoyed my introduction to Darwell - best time to visit is August, btw; Ag Fair + less snow. ;) I also love that you set your own series in your hometown. I was similarly charmed by your depiction. At least we know we can add our own magical inhabitants even if reality might not have. ;)
DeleteFabulous post! It made me homesick for Alberta. Oh my gosh, I've even teared up. Those long straight roads, and fields, and endless sky...The pictures were lovely to see! Those little Alberta towns live in my heart even if I grew up in the big city. But, many weekends visiting family out in the rural areas...Alberta will always be home. :):) Can't wait to read the new book in the series! Smooches!
ReplyDeleteHi Rayn! Thanks so much for stopping by, and I'm so glad my post reminded you of home. Yes, something of our pasts always seeps into and stays with us, no matter where we move or end up, doesn't it? You'll have to come visit at some point. :)
DeleteGiveaway now closed. Winner is ptclayton. Thank you so much for having me, Jacqui, and thank you to all who've come out to read and comment. :)
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