Holiday Wishes!

With the holidays upon us once again, we find that we are, as always, thankful for all the blessings, all the friendships, and all the love that you send us, day in and day out, all year long. As many of you know, metastatic breast cancer has been a major part of our life these past two years, but we now understand the challenging “what-ifs” of the disease.

What if the next scan shows more progression? What if we can’t afford care? What if I lose my insurance? What if… ?

Still, what if we let go of all that pain, sadness, and anger—just for a minute—without ignoring the reality that they can return any time. What if—for an instant—we let joy, love, hope, and happiness take over?

This past year, we expanded our knowledge about Lobular Breast Cancer. I (Nikoo) attended an in-person medical conference in Pittsburgh and felt like a new person afterward, armed with more knowledge and knowing that there are brilliant researchers working on this disease. The two of us also got involved with advocacy—patient-to-patient and caregiver-to-caregiver.

Eighteen months post-diagnosis, my prognosis is measured in three-month windows. Scan to scan. Still, our mantra is to wish for peace for all human beings and to count our blessings.

As always and because of life’s necessities, we’re writing and have a new novel scheduled for release in March. And our new online bookstore is fully operational through our website.

Our wish for you this holiday season is that your blessings overwhelm your shadows, that your good ‘what ifs’ overcome the bad, and that your lives overflow with peace and contentment.

Taking Steps — Empower, Educate, Advocate…

Fifteen months have passed since my life took an unexpected turn with a diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer. Since then, anytime there is silence on our social media accounts, I get private messages asking, ‘How are you doing?’ And it warms my heart to know that you're with me on this journey.

My weeks are a symphony of scans and appointments, a continuous rhythm that has become my new normal. And yes, I will always be on one or another type of chemo. And no, I won’t be done with it. Ever. When it comes to discomfort, I have pain. I’ll always have some pain, but I can live with it.

To those friends and family who have followed my journey through this blog, you remember the challenging six months leading to my diagnosis. The confusion, the fear—those emotions were all too real. And the emotional toll that followed was profound. The statistics were terrifying.

“Only one-third of women diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer in the U.S. live for 5 years after diagnosis.”

I needed some space to get comfortable with my diagnosis. I needed time to find my strength and search for a purpose for the time I have left. Yes, writing is our profession. It pays the bills, so that had to continue. But there were deeper questions that kept me up at night.

What more can I do with the time I've been given?

How can I help people who are going through the often scary stages of diagnosis?

How can I support others living with MBC, now and in the future?

Jim and I have always believed in the power of giving back. Early in our marriage, our wise landlord, Tom Kepple, shared a lesson that stayed with us: "Always give more than you take." In a way, his words were an echo of Martin Luther King, Jr.: "Life's most persistent and urgent question is, what are you doing for others?"

With those words as our guide, Jim and I decided to dedicate our time and energy to advocacy. I found my calling in patient advocacy, while Jim is getting involved with caregiver advocacy.

Advocacy starts with each of us, as individuals, speaking up. It's when the appointment schedules don't align with our lives, when medications bring debilitating side effects, when second and third opinions are essential. And later, it’s when we share our experiences, offering empathy and practical insights.

Breast cancer is a multifaceted challenge, and my focus is on helping patients ask questions and finding resources. I decided early on to share my journey, and hopefully, to inspire others in embracing life fully.

The realm of advocacy is vast and unending, but I'm committed to immersing myself in it, learning, and being a voice for change. As I prepare to attend my first in-person medical conference as a patient advocate, I'm mindful that there are no long-term guarantees for MBC patients like me. However, I refuse to let statistics define my path. I am a unique statistic, ready to empower, educate, advocate…and live.

All Things Being Equal...

Like many children, I (Nikoo) was a voracious reader growing up, and my favorite books were those in which I could see myself. I was born in Iran. My parents were Muslim, but we also had family members who practiced Judaism, Christianity, and Bahá’í, and we had our share of atheists. We respected and embraced all beliefs. My initial awareness of a lack of representation in literature happened when I was attending college in the U.S., and later when Jim and I were raising our two sons, also voracious readers.

What happens when the books children read are full of people who look nothing like themselves, whose families look nothing like theirs, and whose stories—while they might be otherwise relatable—don’t include people they can identify with?

In 2012, Columbia University in New York hosted “The Muslim Protagonist: Write Your Own Story,” its first annual symposium for Muslim writers, scholars, and filmmakers. By then, as authors of more than 30 books, we were honored to be invited to speak and take part in a panel discussion in a packed auditorium.

For us, the symposium marked what we hoped was the beginning of a sea change in publishing. And since then, there have been many changes. Mainstream traditional publishers are featuring more and more titles by Muslim writers, with stories about characters whose heritage can include nations and cultures that are not necessarily “Western”’ or Judeo-Christian. Stereotypes and literary tropes that have existed for decades are being identified, if not challenged.

So, do these changes affect us as working novelists? Are these changes just elements of a temporary “wokeness” in America? Or do they indicate movement toward more permanent change, more permanent awareness, more permanent inclusiveness? […]

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Happy Spring!

The McGoldrick's traditional Haft Seen table display for Persian New Year. Happy NoRooz!

Happy Spring! Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Happy Norooz!

Yes, Happy Norooz! Whether it's spelled Nowruz or Norouz, it's the Persian holiday that celebrates the start of Spring. The date usually falls on the vernal equinox, which is around March 20th this year here in the US), and it has been celebrated for over 3,000 years in the Balkans, the Caucasus, Central Asia, and the Middle East.

The word Norooz means New Day!

As we get ready to celebrate Norooz and the start of Spring, Jim and I want to share our own practices for this special occasion. And we DO celebrate. We’re so grateful for the opportunity to embrace this season of renewal and rebirth.

As you know, last year was challenging for us. We faced health struggles and the associated rollercoaster of emotions. But in the spirit of Norooz, we’re choosing to let go of the past and look forward to new beginnings and opportunities. We’ll hold onto all we’ve learned but allow ourselves to live each day as the gift that it is. That includes this coming Friday’s scan. A CT scan on St. Patrick’s Day requires the wearing of GREEN...and I’m wearing it.

We’re also practicing gratitude, taking time each day to reflect on the many things we’re thankful for. Whether it's the beauty of spring, the support of loved ones, or the resilience of our own bodies, we’re grateful for all the blessings in our lives.

Also, since nature walks have always been a source of joy and connection for us, we plan to take more walks, even if it's just in our own backyard or on a nearby trail. We'll take in the sights, sounds, and smells of Spring, and feel the rejuvenating power of the natural world.

Spring cleaning is another practice that we embrace ... clearing out clutter from our home. It's a metaphor for releasing old habits or thought patterns that no longer serve us and for making room for new growth.

Meditation and prayer help us connect with our inner selves, and we plan to spend more time in quiet contemplation. We think it's beneficial to reflect on our lives, our goals, and our intentions, and to stay connected with our spiritual beliefs.

Creative expression is (of course) also a key part of our Norooz celebration. We're continuing to write, write, write, working on the sequel to “Jane Austen Cannot Marry.” And you’re going to need to hold onto your hats because “Kooks and Bad Karma” will be taking you on a wild ride! This romantic suspense novel is set in the beautiful Colorado Rockies, but that's not all...we've got an assassin coming from the future to correct history! But wait! This person is having way too much fun and refuses to follow orders. Chaos ensues as she tries to make sense of it all and navigate this crazy, kooky world the rest of us live in. So get ready for a fun adventure tale that will have you on the edge of your seat and chuckling out loud! More on that later…

We wish you all a happy and healthy Norooz and hope that this season brings you renewed hope, joy, and love.

Writing this with love and gratitude…

A Thousand Lives...

Before we ever became writers, Jim and I were readers. We remain devoted readers to this day, enjoying books across every genre. But how do we choose which books to read and authors to try?
 
We rely on recommendations from friends and family who share our taste in books and titles that our book club chooses each month. We also pay attention to a book's reviews and the author's personal story, particularly those who have overcome struggles like illness, loss, or life-changing events. These books, for us, are more about the "heart" behind the story.
 
At the end of each of our novels, we ask our readers to please leave a review and recommend our book to a friend, and we’d encourage you to do the same for any book you enjoy.
 
According to the National Endowment for the Arts, total book reading has declined significantly over the past 20 years. We understand that we all lead busy lives, but we believe that reading is worth the investment of time. Books introduce us to people and places we may not otherwise know, help us communicate better, and create empathy.
 
Reading also supports people like Jim and me, who have dedicated ourselves to storytelling for the love of words and to bring you hours of entertainment.
 
So, friends, we know we’re ‘preaching to the choir’, but we encourage you to continue reading, reading, reading, and to share your love of books with others. As George R.R. Martin said, "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one."
 
And thank you, sincerely, for supporting us!

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

A special video message from Nikoo!

METAvivor exists to sustain hope for those living with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer (MBC). They are a volunteer-led, non-profit organization that funds vital research to help improve the longevity and quality of life for MBC patients. Passionately committed patients, they rally public attention to the urgent needs of the MBC community, help patients find strength through support and purpose, and make every dollar count as they work with researchers to extend and improve quality of life for MBC patients.

Visit http://www.metavivor.org

And visit our Cancer Journey blog at https://www.maymcgoldrick.com/our-cancer-journey

Those wind chimes are driving me...!

Do you love (or hate) wind chimes?

Did you know wind chimes date back to 3000BCE Southeast Asia? They were initially made of pottery, bone, or shell. More modern versions, crafted from metal and with specific sounds in mind, made their appearance around 1100BCE in other areas of Asia. Eventually, they would spread to the rest of the world.

I’ve always loved them. For me, they're a treasured gift. And I've enjoyed giving them to friends and family for as long as I remember. But it wasn’t until recently that I realized wind chimes are regularly featured on lists of “Most Annoying Things About My Neighbors”! They're a major cause of noise complaints...and even a few 911 calls.

Here are some of the stories I ran across:

“…a neighbor near me had the bloody things and for several years I hardly got a wink of sleep on any windy night. I seriously considered a commando raid to steal the poxy things.”

“I’m a 911 dispatcher. I used to work in a shore town, where all the houses were right on top of each other. I dealt with two neighbors who for years fought about wind chimes. 'He' hated them. 'She' kept them because they were the last thing her husband gave her before he died. Year after year, I dealt with the arguments between these two. So one day, he called. I said, “let me guess. You’re complaining about your neighbor’s wind chimes making noise?” He said “they’re not making noise anymore. I went over with scissors to cut them, and she tried to stop me. So I stabbed her in the chest with the scissors. You should probably send an ambulance.”

“I was staying at a friend’s house one night. Starts pouring rain with heavy winds. As I’m falling asleep, I realize there is a huge wind chime outside my window. I go outside in the storm, spend several minutes taking apart the stupid thing so it doesn’t make any more noise. I leave it out there in pieces so it can think about its life choices. I go back inside and sleep like a rock.”

They all seem like good story candidates for a Jan Coffey novel, don’t they? 

Well, here are a couple of reasons why I like wind chimes. Maybe you could add why you do (or don’t) like them. 

  • The melodious sounds are so soothing.

  • They keep the birds away from the berries in the garden.


Feel free to share your stories with us...but please don't tell us if you've stabbed your neighbor!!

Who needs a bucket list?

How many times have you heard someone ask, “What’s on your bucket list?”

I’ve always been a fan of lists (not necessarily the ‘bucket’ variety…but lists). I find that writing something down tends to make my goals real and tangible and to hold me accountable. Also, it helps with remembering things. But that’s another story.

So, how about a bucket list? Do you have a list of things you want to do before you 'shuffle off this mortal coil'?

This is a concept so deeply ingrained in our current culture that there are multiple self-help books and websites dedicated to helping you create your own bucket list.

You don’t have one? No worries. You won’t have any trouble finding friends and family (along with those books and websites) who’d love to build or expand your bucket list. They’ll come up with things like visiting the Seven Wonders of the World, climbing the Swiss Alps, spending a week in a Buddhist monastery in Bhutan or at an all-inclusive resort in Bali, etc. Things to do before you die that will push your limits or broaden your horizons and help you live your best life...more or less.

  • Well, Jim and I don’t have a bucket list. Now, why is that?
     Because in the course of working and raising our children, we wrote and we wrote and we wrote. Writing was something we could do together, help pay our bills with, and even ‘live’ the adventures of our characters. And we got to see a bit of the world through our research and the conferences we attended. We loved and still love what we were doing.

  • Because for many people, making a bucket list has come to incorporate one-upmanship.

  • Because no two people see life the same.

 What does that last point mean? How many times does someone recommend and really pump up a book, a movie, a vacation package? Then, you take the recommendation and go into it with high expectations, only to be disappointed. Basically, your experience does not live up to what you imagined it would be. Now, if you read that same book, watch that same movie, or go on that trip without all the buildup—with only the mindset that I’m going to enjoy this, for there’s no high expectations—then the chances are that you’ll really enjoy that experience.

Now, are there places we’d like to visit some day? Yes, absolutely. Are there things we’d like to do that we’ve never have done before? Yes, for sure. Do we make a list of them? No. Especially not now.

These days, my bucket list couldn’t even include going to the dentist for my semi-annual cleaning. My oncologist finds that too compromising for my condition.

I recently read this passage in a Psychology Today article: “Building up the items on your bucket list in a way that your life is not complete [without them] is bound to leave you disappointed.”

No disappointments here. My life is complete, and I have so much to be thankful for. But Jim and I are definitely interested in going on spontaneous (and planned) getaways…oncologist permitting. Bali and Bhutan are not in the cards, but we might take that road trip up the Pacific coastline…

How about you? Do you have a bucket list? What do you think of it?


A friend has been kind enough to set up a GoFundMe fundraiser.

Here is the link to that page.

Thank you!

The Giving Tree...and the Tree that Fell from the Sky

Jim and I have always been tree lovers (at risk of being called ‘tree huggers’). And we mean that in the literal sense of word. Every house we’ve lived in, we’ve always planted a tree, or at least had a tree adventure.One of the favorite books we used to read to our sons when they were younger was The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. Regardless of how many times we read that book, I always sobbed through the very last page.

Did I mention tree adventures?

There was a giant mulberry tree at our first house in Westerly, Rhode Island. Before we moved in, it was scheduled to be cut down. Hundreds of birds sat on that tree, ate the colorful berries, and then proceeded to poop on the neighbors’ cars. It took some friendly interaction from us – followed by cooking and delivering mulberry jam every year – to save that old tree’s life.

When we bought our home in the Point section of Newport, RI, the courtyard shaded by our white lilac became the fragrance-filled gathering place for countless neighborhood get-togethers.

The apricot tree we planted in our house in Perkasie, Pennsylvania, was a source of great amusement for the neighborhood kids. When it started bearing fruit, they looked like bees working around the hive. (The Shakers had a saying about the importance of growing enough for the neighbors too!) The kiwi wasn’t as successful, but we did have some luscious-looking branches.

And then there was the gigantic weeping willow tree in our backyard in Connecticut where our sons and their friends played volleyball and basketball for days on end. There was even a mini-tornado that brought down spruce and white pines along the property border, but the weeping willow survived.

Of course, soon after moving to California, we had to plant our pomegranate and avocado trees. Our granddaughter harvested two pomegranates this past month. And there are more than a dozen still growing on the tree!

In each case, with all of the planting and occasional pruning, we’ve done our share of sweating, hard digging and constant attention. We’ve had days of pondering whether the hole was deep enough or if the soil was fertilized enough. Once we considered if we should remove a boulder three feet down. But when it's all said and done, our trees have given us so many days of fun and conversation and adventure...and an occasional piece of fruit. (-:

But this week, we got an entirely new view of how someone else approaches the job.

A house recently purchased in our neighborhood had a half dozen VERY large, mature trees and at least a dozen shrubs planted yesterday. It took the workers less than a couple of hours. And how did they get it done? Take a guess after looking closely at the photo we took from our kitchen window. We're talking about seriously large equipment! Yes, that's the mother of all cranes in the left corner.

The couple moving in undoubtedly paid a great deal of money for this lightning quick landscaping...and that's great for them. But we still prefer the memories of our own giving trees much better than the tree that fell from the sky.

The Doctor in the House

This post is as much about the love of my life, Jim, as it is about me. And for those of you who know us well, there’s some things here that YOU don’t even know.

To begin, Jim knows facts. His incredible brain is packed with information, much of it random. Ask him anything and he knows the answer. If he doesn’t, he’ll never admit it. He just makes it up. Then, he goes on Wikipedia and makes a page for it...or doctors up a page that’s there. One time, we were talking about a 19th century writer. Jim said he was a recluse, and when he died, his dogs ate him before the authorities broke in and found the body. Ten minutes after our discussion, Jim showed up with a printout of the Wikipedia page “proving” it. Well, he doesn’t do that anymore...not since I reported him. ;-)  

But honestly, he’d be a perfect candidate for Jeopardy.

Some years into our marriage, before our writing career took off, Jim went and got his PhD while I was working as an engineer. Right out of graduate school, he got a job teaching college in Pennsylvania. After that, the mail that came for him was generally addressed to ‘Dr. James McGoldrick’.

The first challenge to Jim’s doctoral status came from our mailman who stopped him one day by the mailbox. The man wanted a second opinion on some over-the-counter medication he was taking for an illness. Jim politely said that he should consult his own doctor.  

The mailman (disappointed): “What kind of doctor are you?”

Jim: “A word doctor.”

The mailman then proceeded to show Jim a suspicious mole on his nose. Our mailman was sort of hard of hearing.

It was right about then that I started saying that we have a doctor in the house. It actually started right after I bought Jim a book about Reflexology and Acupressure. Of course, he memorized it all after one reading.

From then on, from bumps and bruises to colds and stomach aches, our boys grew up running to Pop to fix it. They trusted him to have answer to any illness in the universe. Again, if he didn’t know the answer, he’d either look it up...or make it up. Somehow, the boys survived.

Fast forward to 2003, the first time I was diagnosed with breast cancer. (And no, Jim was not allowed to open up either the Reflexology book or Wikipedia.) However, my oncology team at Yale/New Haven Hospital believed that a patient benefits greatly with a wide range of complementary therapies. A dear friend of mine, a Reiki master, drove all the way from Rhode Island to Connecticut numerous times to administer Reiki to me during course of my treatments. Well, Jim watched closely and started reading up on it. Pretty soon, I was reaching out to him for the Reiki. Needless to say, my sweetheart’s reputation grew (both in our household and amongst the local letter carriers). Not only did he know facts, now he practiced complementary medicine (without a license...but don’t report him; the statute of limitations has run out.).

That brings us to now.

All of you who have been following our blog know that I went through four months of testing, with inconclusive results. The imaging tests—like MRI, PET and CT scans—were mostly clear but I continued to have medically unexplained symptoms. I was sick, and I knew I was sick. Thankfully, I wasn’t brushed off by my doctors. My oncologist said at some point that something was definitely wrong, but to pinpoint it, a biopsy was needed. So they went in, found something “concerning” on the kidney. But the results came back, “Nada.”

When my team of doctors came up with the suggestion that since they couldn’t find anything, they’d repeat such-and-such a test in three months, I reached for my in-house doctor. The two of us rolled up our sleeves and went to work. If there’s one thing we know how to do, it’s research. And I do live with a human encyclopedia.

We both knew the Internet is filled with misinformation, especially about cancer diagnoses and care. But at the same time, one can find research articles such as this one from the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston:  https://www.mdanderson.org/cancerwise/What-is-invasive-lobular-carcinoma-8-insights-on-lobular-breast-cancer.h00-159539745.html

“Lobular breast cancer spreads to the gastrointestinal and urinary tracts. Lobular breast cancer tends to spread to unusual sites, such as the lining of the gastrointestinal and urinary tracts. Patients often notice they feel constipated or have changes with urination. Like in the breast, the cancer cells grow linearly and cause these tracts to narrow. It’s like a lasso that tightens over time. Because the cells grow in sheets and not a mass, metastasis is also difficult to detect.”

I had Lobular Breast Cancer nineteen years ago. All my recent troubles have been gastrointestinal. After more research, we learned that imaging wouldn’t identify Invasive Lobular Cancer (ILC).

What did we do next? Made appointments with doctors outside of our team. And couple of weeks later, exploratory surgery found the cancer. Yes, MD Anderson’s article was correct.

Did we diagnose my situation before the doctors did? Certainly not.

Were we proactive in terms of making sure no stone goes unturned? Yes.

Did I have a great doctor in the house? Absolutely.

And the day we sat down with my oncologist to go over the treatment plan, Jim and I pulled our chairs up to the table. The conversation was respectful, with relief all the way around. We knew how hard the team worked to diagnose my cancer, and they knew that I—with Jim beside me—was going to be a hands-on and educated patient.

Since then, I’ve seen how closely Jim paid attention to things when the nurses worked on the port on my chest. And how he watched the dozens of needles going in during my acupuncture session.

I wonder what’s running through his head… 


A friend has been kind enough to set up a GoFundMe fundraiser.

Here is the link to that page.

Thank you!

To Pseudonym or Not to Pseudonym: A Question of Lying (and Usefulness)

George Orwell was a big liar. So was George Elliot. And Dean Koontz. And all three of those nefarious Brontë sisters. And Mark Twain. And Agatha Christie. And George Sand. And Nora Roberts, of course. And that most insidious of liars, Dr. Seuss.

So was Jane Austen, though to a lesser extent. When Austen’s novel Sense and Sensibility came out in 1811, the phrase “By a Lady” was printed in place of her name on the title page. Anonymity was important at the beginning of her career, even though her authorship later became an open secret. But why not divulge her real name? Was it protection for herself or her family, was it the importance of propriety, or was it business?

All of the authors mentioned above are examples of writers who have used pseudonyms. Some of those pen names are actually the names we know them by. Okay, using a pen name is not exactly lying. There are lots of reasons for using them and “hiding” one’s identity.

George Orwell wanted to save his legal name for when he did his “serious” writing. Sand and the Brontës and Elliot and Austen were publishing at a time when it was difficult for women to get into print, never mind being taken seriously as writers. Or they wanted to protect their families or themselves, for a variety of reasons. Roberts and Koontz and Christie wanted to tell stories in other genres. Theodor Geisel was banned from submitting stories to the school newspaper for some infraction, so Seuss was born.

We’re liars too. When we published our first historical romance, the publisher insisted that we use a feminine pseudonym for business purposes. They even went so far as to invent a bio for us in the book that said something to the effect that “May McGoldrick lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, with her cat, where she is working on her next novel.” No picture. Our real names didn’t even appear on the copyright page.

That was okay with us. We were delighted about being published. Plus, those first books were romance, at that time the “infamous shady lady” of literature. Nikoo was working as an engineering manager with men reporting to her. Jim was teaching at a Catholic college. Oddly enough, our fiction turned out to be no problem there. The college administration embraced the novel, and we found out that the chaplain was even reading passages out loud at lunch in the school bookstore to groups of students.

About the cat business in the bio, however, our dog was seriously displeased. He sulked for months.

A few years later, another publisher wanted us to use the pen name Jan Coffey when we branched out into contemporary romantic suspense and thrillers. Jan is an acronym for Jim and Nikoo, and Coffey is an anglicized version of her Persian family name, Kafi. Fast forward to a couple of years ago. A publisher asked us to write a series of Westerns, and we needed a male pseudonym. So, Nik James was born.

For us, each choice was publisher-driven, with serious consideration about competition, book sales, crossover readership, and chain store retailer purchases.

So, the question for today is, are these factors for using different pen names relevant for writers in an increasingly post brick-and-mortar bookstore era? Or is it more important to have a single name so as not to cause confusion? After all, the goal is to bring the most eyes to our stories.

Issues to consider about pseudonyms

Protecting identity
Using a pseudonym is still a valuable tool for protecting someone’s identity. Susan May Patterson, who openly employs four different pen names for a variety of genres, says that the pseudonyms she uses for writing erotica are “known only to me and God.” Jennifer Ashley’s traditional publishers had a “collective cow” when she decided to write erotic romance, so she came up with a new pseudonym. Mary Bly was an untenured college professor at a Catholic university and saw the need to separate her fiction writing from her academic work. She chose the name Eloisa James.

Finding a good name
Our first publisher wanted a female pseudonym because they were afraid women would not buy a romance that a man had a hand in writing. When we suggested Nikoo McGoldrick, they said it wasn’t feminine sounding enough. If Reedsy were around then, we could have used their Pseudonym Generator to come up with something other than Jim’s grandmother’s name. Also, you might want to choose a pen name if your legal name is too common or difficult to spell or happens to be...um, William Shakespeare or Virginia Woolf or Gabriel García Márquez.

Copyrighting and the pseudonym
If you decide to copyright your work on your own, the US Copyright Office is very accommodating for authors with pen names. If you write under a pseudonym but want to be identified by your legal name in the Copyright Office’s records, give your legal name under Individual Author and click on Pseudonymous and provide your pen name, as well. If you don’t want to have your real identity revealed, then click on Pseudonymous only and leave the individual Author blank. If you fill in your name, it will become part of the public record. Either way you want to do it, they’ll be happy to take your money.

Collaboration
If you’ve collaborated with a partner on a novel and have decided to use a pseudonym, decide in advance (and in writing) who owns the name. After all, one or both of you may want to write a sequel.

Cost and time
Suppose you publish a series of books using a pseudonym and then decide to write in a different genre. Should you use a different pen name?

One thing to consider is the cost and time involved in developing your online presence. Jennifer Ashley, whose various pseudonyms were (like us) driven by publisher involvement, has said that her preference would have been to put “all my books under one name.” Developing an online presence for several pen names is a major pain.

We think of it this way. Do we really want to have two (or three or four) different websites and Twitter and Instagram accounts that constantly need to be fed? We won’t even get into the nightmare of additional TikTok accounts. Seriously, how much dancing can a working writer manage to do? And one last thing. Distinct autograph signatures for each pseudonym! Enough said.

Pseudonyms for nonfiction
A pen name for a how-to or other nonfiction book doesn’t really work. The success of these books depends, for the most part, on the recognized expertise of the individual writing the book.

Discoverability
Something we’ve known from the beginning of our career was that readers buy books by authors they know or have heard about from someone they trust. What we’ve learned is that having two pen names doesn’t facilitate crossover.

When J.T. Ellison decided to write in a different genre, she didn’t foresee a large crossover in readership and felt that using her name would screw up the algorithm for Also Bought suggestions on the online retailer page. So, she used a new pen name. M.L. Buchman disputes that position and believes you should go with one author name. He cites Kindlepreneur creator Dave Chesson’s research (shared at the last NINC conference) that “the shopper’s eye [on those product page suggestions] will mostly skip to see only the genre they’re interested in.”

Barbara Keiler (writing as Judith Arnold) and Brenda Hiatt each chose to write under a single name. Like us, both established their readership while writing for traditional publishers. They assert the belief that their name recognition and the consistency of their approach to storytelling across genres draws and satisfies readers, despite the different types of stories they tell.

Branding
For the 21st century novelist, branding is essential.

Elaine Isaak, writing in multiple genres, wanted “more separation when the books came out,” and is working on better branding. On the other hand, M.L. Buchman uses one name and “brands the crap out of it.” His branding efforts focus on a specific hierarchy: author, genre, then series. Buchman’s bottom line, “One name, one website, court the superfans who pay me the most money and buy everything I write.”

So, where does that leave us? Using your own name or a single pen name or several, the choice is individual. But for us? NO more multiple pseudonyms. If we had a do-over, we’d follow Buchman’s route.

And by the way, Eric Arthur Blair—you of the Animal Farm—we know who you are.

The Linen Skirt is Back!

Do you have a piece of clothing in your closet that is over a decade old? Maybe two decades? Did you contemplate donating it but at the last minute the sentimental value had you bury it deeper in there? Even though it no longer fit. Or the color was faded. Or the fabric was just a little frayed along the edges.

For me, this precious piece of clothing is a long linen skirt that I bought back in 2002. Moved across the country, washed so many times, packed and repacked and pushed to the darkest corner of the closet, this was the skirt that I wore to thirty sessions of radiation while I was going through treatment for my first bout with breast cancer. The skirt was my good luck charm, my happy skirt, my I’m going-to-surface-on the-other side-okay garment.

So, guess what I was doing this morning at 6:00 am, deep in my closet? Looking for that linen skirt. And I found it. And I wore it. And it fit! After a thirty-pound weight loss over the past four months, a lot of clothes now fit.

This morning, I wore it to my first ‘official’ chemo treatment.

Many of you have either been through it yourself, or you have family or friends who have gone or are going through cancer treatment, so let’s not talk about the side effects (though some of them appear to be instant and affecting me right now). Instead, let’s talk about the kindness and compassion of nurses and doctors who work in oncology and how I truly believe these people are angels on earth.

They get your name right. They have a sense of humor and make you laugh. Before walking into the treatment room, they read about you and then they ask about books and grandchildren and weekend plans. They treat you like a friend and not only a patient. At our request, they even take the time to bring in Marilou (the oncology pharmacist) so I can meet her and thank her in person.

And, of course, they say, “What a cool skirt. Where did you buy it?”

Then Jim and I come home and see all the messages and contributions and love that you have sent us during these few hours that we were gone. Here, today, we are blessed with so many more angels. Every one of you.

Thank you, friends. I’m a writer, but right now I’m a little short on words to express my gratitude for everything that you’re doing for us.

All I can say is that I’m looking forward to the day when I can fold up that skirt and tuck it away until the next battle.

Take a mental survey of your closet and tell me what’s the oldest piece in there. I’ll bet there’s sentimental value attached.

A Gardening Miracle

Once upon a time, there was a strawberry plant that grew out of a pacifier!

You’re probably asking yourself, 'How is that possible?'

But it's the truth.

A year ago, our granddaughter - three years old at the time - was struggling to give up the comfort of the pacifier when she went to bed at night. Our son and daughter-in-law tried everything, but the resourceful toddler was a master negotiator. She managed to get it back every time.

One day, our daughter-in-law came up with an idea that she says she found on the Internet. The story went that when a pacifier was planted in soil, strawberry plants grew up from it.

Our granddaughter LOVES gardening. She’s the child who saves the seeds of everything she eats because she wants to plant them in the garden. And she is incredibly smart, so I think this whole scenario of going along with it was actually just to humor the parents and the grandparents. Nevertheless, she painted a clay pot as an activity, then put dirt in it and planted the pacifier two inches down. Add water.

The next morning, there was no plant yet, but miraculously, a strawberry sat on top of the soil. Much excitement ensued. So the next day and the next day for the rest of their visit with us, strawberries appeared every morning!

Good thing she wasn’t up at five am. She would have caught her father running from the fridge to the pot, arranging strawberries.

Anyway, the method worked. The pacifier habit was broken.

But once the kids went home, we couldn’t let the pacifier plant go, so we repotted the pacifier and put a strawberry plant in there. When she looks closely, she'll be able to see it in one of the holes in the new pot. And what do you know, strawberries are maturing just in time for our granddaughter’s upcoming visit.

Now how about you? What kind of unusual things have you planted in your garden?

The Writers Behind Nik James

A BLOG INTERVIEW WITH DORIS MCCRAW OF WESTERN FICTIONEERS

In this interview, we meet a husband and wife team, and new Western Fictioneer members, who use the pen name Nik James. It is interesting to hear both their voices in the answers. I hope you enjoy their answers as much as I did. 

1. When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?

We’ve always been writers and readers. Nikoo used to write stories for her grade school friends. After high school, being very good at math and science, she went to engineering school. After all, that was where the jobs were. She tucked away her love of writing (in a safe spot) to pursue her immediate responsibilities. As a result, writing took a back seat to paying a mortgage and raising a family. She never lost her love of storytelling, though. 

Jim wrote ‘007’ skits for the kids in the neighborhood and poetry for himself. He later became an English major and at least tried to stay in touch with his desire to write. In fact, after finishing college he wrote a screenplay that almost sold to Robert Redford’s production company. But real life again interfered with dreams as he pursued a career in a submarine shipyard before going back to school and getting his Ph.D.

2. Did you choose the genre you write in or did it choose you?

We’ve written in a variety of genres (under a variety of pen names), and we have definitely chosen them…from medieval Scottish historicals to contemporary thrillers to Westerns. 

Twenty-five years ago, we began writing what Malcolm Gladwell refers to as ‘Northerns’—stories in which the fictional setting and story have a functioning system of justice in place. These were our early British-set historical novels. From there, we created a dozen ‘Easterns’—stories in which the system in place is corrupted by the ‘bad apple’ on the inside. These were the Jan Coffey contemporary thrillers. Continuing our literary journey, we traveled into the world of ‘Southerns’—stories in which the system itself is corrupt. This sojourn included our more recent historicals—violent, political, and also British-set. 

Now, we’ve followed our trail into the fictional world of ‘Westerns’, where there is no viable system of justice in place, no law and order…except that which the strong, independent hero can impose. It is a world where Caleb Marlowe, the protagonist of this new series, lives by a personal code that pits him against the ruthless greed and murderous ambition of landowners and railroad barons, as well as the powerful natural forces of the American frontier. We’re drawn to the chaos in which men and women must carve out a place for themselves. We feel quite at home in this literary frontier.  

3. What was the nudge that gave you faith that you could and wanted to be published?

After our younger son successfully came through heart surgery as an infant, we found ourselves reassessing our lives and our goals. We wanted careers that gave us more flexible hours to be with our family. That’s when we decided to try writing a short story together. That story, a prizewinner in a national writing contest, was the first step. The next step, naturally, was a full-length historical novel.  

4. Do your life experiences influence or hinder your writing? 

They definitely influence our writing. I (Nikoo) am an immigrant. The comfortable bubble of the life I grew up in was pierced when I left my country and came here as an eighteen-year-old. The bridge behind me collapsed. And straight ahead, there was a frontier with many challenges that I had to face. 

Aside from coming from a strong tradition of storytelling, I spent years working in cutting-edge areas of technology and business, and those experiences brought me a wealth of knowledge and discipline. As a woman in a predominantly male field, I crossed paths with some unforgettable characters…and character is really at the heart of our writing. Jim has worked in so many places, from submarine shipyards to Rodeo Drive clubs to academia. So he too has met a few characters along the way, and his love of research in historical periods has often influenced our choices of time periods and the situations in which we place our characters. 

5. Where did you get the idea for your latest release and tell a bit about the story?

We’ve always been drawn to the lone, reluctant hero, and the myth of the American West is built on that ideal. Our protagonist, Caleb Marlowe, embodies the spirit of the men and women forging a new life for themselves in the frontier. We think readers will find our Nik James novels have the historical feel of Lonesome Dove, the high-powered action of John Wick, and the heightened social awareness of 2021.

High Country Justice, the first book in the series, introduces Caleb Marlowe—mysterious, guarded, unpredictable, and famous for a lightning-quick draw and nerves of steel. He wants to leave his past behind, but the past has a way of dogging a man.

When Doc—Caleb’s only friend in town—goes missing, his daughter comes seeking his help. Newly arrived from back East, she hotly condemns the bloody frontier justice of the rifle and the six-gun. But this is the high country, and justice is fierce.

To free his friend from the murderous road agents, Marlowe will have to track them through wild, uncharted mountain territory, battling wild animals and bushwhackers. And when the daughter is captured by the ruthless gun hawks, Marlowe will have to take them down one-by-one, until no outlaw remains standing.

6. Do you plot your stories or go by the seat of your pants?

We’re plotters, but that’s pretty essential in a team effort. And we have written everything collaboratively since the day we started our first novel. But we never let our planned plot get in the way of a good story. The key is to clearly communicate possible changes with each other. 

7. Is there a writing routine you follow or do you write when the Muse strikes?

We’ve never been ‘Muse’ types. We write almost every day. When we’re not at the keyboard, we’re walking and talking about stories and craft and publishing. Nikoo is always up around five a.m., reading and planning the day’s writing and working on staying on top of the business. Jim is up around six, and we’re both at the computer between 8-9. We write until noonish, when we have our dinner, and then go back to writing until about 4 when our dog tells us he’s ready to eat and go for a walk. If we’re up against a deadline, we’re back at the keyboard until we drop.  

8. If you had a choice, which is your favorite to write, short stories, novellas, or full-length novels?

Definitely full-length novels. 

9. Do you ‘interview’ your characters before or at any time while telling their story and what do you do if they don’t cooperate with your story idea?

We’ve used the ‘interview’ technique in the past and still do it occasionally. But because we are a collaborative team, we continually talk and talk and talk about who our characters are, what they aspire to do, how their fears and flaws affect their actions, and what they’re feeling. We get to know them pretty well that way.

We are firm believers that the characters MUST drive the stories. As we said, we are plotters, but the integrity of a character’s composition must take precedence over our consideration of plot. We’ve all read books in which an author forces the protagonist to do something that is out of character for him or her, simply to keep a plot on track. We’ll never do that because it frustrates the reader’s belief in the reality of that character…and the story. If a character doesn’t cooperate, then he or she is right, and we roll with it. 

10. Is there a process where you find your next story or does the idea just hit you?

Story ideas can come from anywhere: the news, history, television, our reading, talking to friends, dreams, etc. Once we have the glimmer of an idea, we walk and talk and walk and talk and walk and talk. And then walk some more. Nikoo needs to move to think creatively. For the past twenty-five years, we’ve chosen our residences based on the proximity of a walking trail or a park.

11. Is there anything else you feel people would like to know or would be surprised to learn about you?

Two things. First, our fiction has a strange tendency of being prophetic. That has happened a number of times. One of our YA novels for Harper Collins (Jan Coffey’s Tropical Kiss) was set in Aruba and featured an American student who was abducted at one point in the novel. Just weeks after Tropical Kiss was published, an American girl named Natalie Holloway went missing. Our story turns out happier. The premise of our novel Five in a Row became the topic of a New York Times article “Can a Virus Hitch a Ride on your Car?”. The journalist even used experts we talked to in researching the novel. In our story, a cyber-terrorist is taking control of people’s cars. Now, we’re not saying Elon Musk is that guy, but those Tesla vehicles ARE self-driving.

Second, because Jim was an academic and Nikoo an engineer, people might have a preconceived notion about their personalities. So it might surprise them that Jim is ‘type-A’ when it comes to his attitude toward life. Everything he touches has to be sorted by size and type and color and texture and whatever. His desk, the garage, his clothes, the dishes, the dog’s toys, they’re all neatly organized and categorized. The bookcases would be alphabetically arranged if it wasn’t for someone else’s meddling. Even the dishwasher can only be loaded by him. Nikoo is far more relaxed, saving her energy for more important things, like writing.

13.  What are your favorite areas of research and why they are important to you?

Both of us love politics, and we’re fascinated with history. It’s important to understand the social currents of progress. We believe that human nature doesn’t change, and “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” 

14.  When do you start to ‘market’ your new release?

The main channel of marketing for us is our newsletter. Some of the subscribers have been with us for over two decades. The newsletter is year-round, and we try to reach out to subscribers at least once a month. The marketing of the individual book starts at least six months ahead of release. 

15.  What advice would you give to those who dream of writing, or what advice would you give your younger self?

To those who ‘dream’ of writing, there’s that old 60s song about, “Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying, planning and dreaming…That won’t get you into his heart.” Our advice would be to start writing and keep writing. We all learn and relearn every time we sit at the computer and connect with our characters and the quests and conflicts and obstacles we throw at them. 

To our younger self, the advice would be “Brand yourself.” We’ve made the mistake of following our hearts and telling many different types of stories. The journey has been fun but the marketing a nightmare.  

16. Are there authors you grew up with or inspired you to take pen to paper?

Nikoo remembers skipping classes in middle school and hiding behind the shelves in the library to reread Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables, Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls, Tolstoy’s War and Peace, and many others. She was and is a reader. Those authors and many others inspired her. 

As a child, Jim read every historical biography he could find. As he reached high school and college, he was captivated by Fitzgerald and Hemingway, Arthur Conan Doyle and Charles Dickens, and Willa Cather. 

17. If it were possible would you choose to go forward in time or back?

We’d both definitely choose to go back in time, but who in the world would want to go back to a time before modern dentistry?

Check out the entire Western Fictioneers blog at https://westernfictioneers.blogspot.com

Anniversaries

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This week, we’re celebrating another turn around the sun in our life of togetherness. We’re always asked by those who know us, those who meet us, those who learn what we do for living and those who know how much time we spend together each day…so what do you do on special days like your anniversary?

Being experts with our words, we generally tell people that what we do is not as important as what we say. So here is a list of some of the things one of us has said to the other on our anniversary over the years.

“Thanks for being my unpaid therapist.”

“Too late. No refunds. Happy Anniversary!”

“Your father’s check never arrived. But I’ll still keep you.”

“There’s no one else I would rather have snoring beside me.”

“It’s our anniversary. Please, no beets on the salad.”

“Happy anniversary, my love. Eat all the dark chocolates again and I will end you.”

“Happy anniversary, my love. Eat that last Milky Way, and we’re going to war.”

“I love you so much I’d take a bullet for you. Not on the chest, but maybe like…in the leg.”

“We love each other. Nothing is impossible. Except deciding where to go to eat.”

“I fall in love with you more each and every day. Except for yesterday. Yesterday, you were really annoying.”

“I really love you, hashtag, hashtag, hashtag. Can we eat now?”

“It’s our anniversary. Try not to cheat at backgammon.”

“It’s our anniversary. Let’s vacuum.”

“You’re the most handsome man in the world.”
(Response) “You’re the most beautiful woman anywhere.”
(Response)“How great that we’re losing our eyesight together.”

“It’s our anniversary. Maybe we can get a couple of chapters done before dinner?”

Do you see a pattern here? Well, it sort of goes with the territory of always being around each other.

'Fur' Better or Worse...Animals in our Lives

“And the Award for Best Dog in a Supporting Role goes to…”

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Jim and I are animal lovers. Dogs mainly now, because over the years I’ve become allergic to cats. Still, all animals have a warm spot in our hearts. Except snakes. But that’s a story for another day.

Years ago, right after we settled in our first apartment, I was on the hunt to get a small dog similar to the Bichon Frise that I had as a pet growing up. Fast forward to our first Christmas Day as a married couple. Visiting Jim’s parents, we decided to stop at the dog pound in Meriden, Connecticut. As it turned out, the dog warden was there feeding the animals.  

The shelter was filled, but there was no little white dog. Well, if there was, we never got to see it. As we were walking down the aisle, the dogs were barking and howling…until we reached one cage. A large, silvery black dog weighing about a hundred pounds sat quietly watching us with the most soulful eyes. When I put my fingers through the chain link, he stood up and pressed the top of his head against my fingers. His name was Bear, we were told, and he hadn’t cut it as junkyard security. That was all it took for both me and Jim. Bear went home with us.

Bear was half-Labrador and half-Newfoundland, and he wasn’t fully grown at the time. He was truly a great dog but had separation anxiety. Eating the dashboard of my first new car. Jumping out a window eight feet off the ground. Eating a newly reupholstered chair. Unlatching sliding glass doors regularly and finding his way to the nearby grocery store while we were shopping. But he was also fond of stealing the neighbor’s groceries. He regularly brought home packages of steak and chicken. He would drop them on the porch proudly without a tooth mark on them.

He lived to be about fourteen years old, survived the heartworm he had when we got him, and grew to about a hundred and thirty pounds. Big, silvery black, and as gentle as a lamb with our firstborn.

When we wrote The Thistle and the Rose, we made him a character.

Our next dog was Max, a Golden Retriever. Our boys grew up with him. He had all of the personality that goes with the breed. As far as he was concerned, he was the center of the family’s universe. Actually, he thought he was the center of the entire universe.

And he loved our sons. When we were living in Connecticut, there was a cemetery past the woods near the house. Beyond the cemetery were the playing fields of the school our boys attended. One day, we were watching our older son playing lacrosse. Max was home with our younger son and his friends.

Suddenly, the crowd of parents were shouting at a goofy yellow dog jumping up on one of the players on the field. He was totally disrupting play. We couldn’t believe anyone would be so inconsiderate as to let their dog loose on the field. Then we realized the player was our son and the dog was Max. One of the neighborhood kids had let Max slip out of the house, and the beast had raced up through the cemetery to the playing fields and found his human. He was the highlight of the afternoon for both players and parents.

When we wrote our second Jan Coffey novel, Twice Burned, we made Max the romantic lead’s dog. He nearly stole the show there too.

It’s true that we tend to think that every dog we have is the finest animal on the planet and the best dog we’ve ever had. Our current dog, Marlo, is no exception. Eighty pounds, light tawny colored fur, a black face and deep brown eyes. And an absolute love. He doesn’t destroy things and doesn’t bring home dinner. And his favorite activity is moving from my office to Jim’s and back again. He also considers himself the schedule keeper. He can tell time and knows how to push us out of our chairs when the hour comes to feed him and take a walk.

Marlo is super friendly with other dogs and kids and neighbors. Unless you smell like a hamburger. Then he’d probably lick you to death.

He’s so special that we had to make him a character in the new series of Nik James Westerns. But we couldn’t JUST make him the protagonist’s dog. We named the hero after him. Yup. Caleb Marlowe.

Our animals are so precious to all of us. It doesn’t matter if they’re dogs, cats, canaries, goldfish, hamsters, goats, horses or whatever. So often, these creatures provide the unconditional love that gets us through the tough days.

A Rose by any Other Name

What's in a name?

Some of us were gifted with simple names at birth. Names that everyone can pronounce and spell, where there is no confusion about the meaning.

Names like…Nikoo.

Others were given more complex names. Names that inevitably start conversations like What kind of name is that? or Where are you from?

Names like…James.

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Then there are other names that we choose. Names like May McGoldrick – after Jim’s grandmother. Or Jan Coffey – an acronym for Jim and Nikoo plus Nikoo’s maiden name. Or Nik James – you guess that one. By the way, these are the names that put the food on our table, so please, friends, remember them.

So what’s the deal about names? Well, one of us can’t remember them. And the other one of us is great at faking it when it comes to remembering names.

Nikoo: I continually mix up the names of Jim and our sons and our dog and the pet ferret next door. So when I come in contact with a familiar face out in public, I do my best to NOT mention the person by name for the fear of saying, “Hi Nancy…I mean Sally…I mean Lizzie.” I really don’t want to make a mistake.

Jim: I know everyone, and I remember everyone’s name. All right, before Nikoo jumps on this, I admit I’ve made a few mistakes over the years. Like asking a person at an event, “I remember you. You were Mr. L, my high school typing teacher.” And having the person respond, “Uh, no. I’m Jack Z. I was three years behind you in high school.”

Nikoo: And there were other moments. 😉

So why all this talk about remembering names?

We’re attending our first in-person event in a long time, to raise money for a literacy group in Richardson, TX. And if you decide to join us (Buns & Roses Literacy Tea, October 2021, please know that one of us will be searching her brain desperately for your name, and the other will address you as his favorite high school teacher.

A Gardening Chat with Nikoo and Jim

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Happy April, Friends!

Well, Spring has arrived in the northern hemisphere, and the two of us here in California are all enthused about spending every free non-writing moment working on our garden.

A disclaimer! Neither of us was born with a green thumb, but we work hard. There have been years when we were famous for our five-dollar tomatoes and the half-acre of kiwi vines that never bore fruit. But there were other times when we had enough zucchini to feed the entire eastern United States. Are we exaggerating? Maybe.

We do have a thing or two to share when it comes to gardening. The most important being, talk to other gardeners and don’t be afraid to experiment.

Experiment. That brings back the memory of an Easter Sunday a couple of decades ago. At the time, we were living in Bucks County, Pennsylvania...

Jim: The neighborhood advice was that there’s nothing better than turkey manure for the garden. Our friend next door told us that the local turkey farm was giving away free bags of manure that weekend. So I went over Saturday evening and picked up few big bags of the stuff. Because we had Easter activities to prepare for, I left them sitting in the back of the SUV.

Nikoo: Our sons were always fond of our annual Easter Egg hunt. And after tucking the boys in, I always got the baskets ready and then set the eggs out on the lawn in the front and side and back yards.

Jim: When we were done, I realized that the manure was probably making the car smell pretty ‘fowl’. So before going to bed, I dragged the bags out and quickly spread the manure over the garden.

Nikoo: Easter morning. We came home from church, and the boys excitedly dove into their baskets inside the house and then ran outside to find and gather the eggs.

Jim: That’s when the shouting started.

Nikoo: As soon as I saw the garden…yikes, I can’t repeat what I said.

Jim: Turkey feet were sticking straight up out of the garden like we’d buried big birds upside down. Mixed in with the manure were feathers, legs, and unidentifiable turkey parts. In the dark, I hadn’t seen what I was spreading.

Nikoo: The commotion at our house brought the neighbors’ kids running.

Jim: The entertainment value of the “Great Turkey Massacre” far surpassed the egg hunt.

Nikoo: It was definitely one of those ‘You had to be there’ moments. The event is now firmly enshrined in local lore.

Jim: But I do have to say, that year we had our best garden ever.

Nikoo: And why are we sharing this? Because writing is so much like gardening, though much messier.

Anyway, when we start a writing project, we dig around until we find our plot. We compost with the right kind of research (Learned a lessen there!). We plant the story seed and let it germinate. We begin and write and revise.

We’re not going to belabor the metaphor, but that, in fact, is what we’re doing right now.

Nik James has three books that are being published this year. And we’re already plotting and working on Caleb Marlowe’s next set of adventures.

May McGoldrick has started to write the first novel in what we’re calling our ‘Trailblazer Series’. It features women engineers in 19th century. (Nikoo knows a thing or two about women engineers. 😊)

The first story goes something like this... He’s an industrial giant. She’s an inventor who needs his money to survive. Unfortunately, they have a history. She has a week to convince him to invest…and falling in love is not part of the plan. Think, Christmas in Connecticut and When Harry Met Sally, set in the Scottish Highlands.

Jan Coffey isn’t slacking, either. She/He has been busy working on a historical fiction novel involving two timelines. The earlier story focuses on two sisters who went to work in an American shipyard during WWII. (Another topic that we know a lot about, since we were both shipbuilding ‘yardbirds’.) The present day plot involves solving the disappearance of one of them.

Now think of this as a pick-your-own farm. You’ve got your basket. What do you think of what we're planting these days. Let us know.

The Origins of Nik James

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Not too many years ago, we were walking down the book aisle at Costco, and a woman had picked up one of our Jan Coffey books off the pile and was reading the back. In our excitement, we made an unforgivable mistake. We approached and told her we’re the authors and if she decided to buy the book, we could autograph it for her. She put the book down and ran all the way out of the store.

We’re often asked, “Why so many names?” and “Why can’t you write under one name…or your own names?” Well, this is a good time to share where Nik James came from and why we’re also writing Westerns.

Here’s a slice of our past:

In a fading photograph taken on an old Kodak Brownie, a little boy glares at the camera with same swagger and disdain that Clint Eastwood would direct at movie audiences over a decade later. The six-year-old, dressed in his battered cowboy hat and vest, has six-guns strapped to his hips and a cigarette between his fingers.

Halfway across the world, a little girl waits on the stoop for her father to return home. It was a tradition that they’d spend their Saturday afternoon watching John Wayne stride across the screen on the ‘American station’ that had recently joined the other two TV channels available. Later that day, while she was running through the neighboring woods with her friends, fighting off outlaws with cap guns and air rifles, her cousin would shoot her in the arm with his new .22-caliber rifle. This half of the Nik James duo still bears the scar proudly.

On both sides of the Atlantic, the two storytellers grew up watching Bonanza, Rawhide, Have Gun Will Travel, Wyatt Earp, Wagon Train, Roy Rogers, Maverick, and Sky King. It was the Wild West that captured their imaginations, as it captured imaginations everywhere.

Fast forward to a different world, a new frontier that Nikoo would face alone, far from her childhood home, training to support herself as an engineer, but never leaving behind the ‘switchblades and code of honor’ of her youth. Jim would take on the challenges of shipyard life and the classroom. But they both itched to tell the stories that prodded at them.

So here we are, twenty-five years into our publishing career, finally writing Westerns together.

Now, as Nik James sits at the keyboard, Nikoo is again that girl running through the woods with her rifle. And Jim is that boy, donning hat and vest and strapping on his twin Colts.

For Better or Worse… How We Started Writing as a Collaborative Team

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If we dropped a penny in a jar every time someone asks us, “How on earth do you manage to write together?” we’d have enough to book that next roundtrip flight to Istanbul to see our granddaughter. Sometimes, we give them the short answer, to others the long answer, and a few get the in-between answer. And we don’t really mind the question.

Then comes the next one: “How did you start?”

Our collaboration started on a snowy day on a snowy weekend during a snowy winter. We were living in Pennsylvania, and our boys were small.

Nikoo: Jim had decided to submit a short story to a national writing contest posted in Writer’s Digest magazine. He was looking for publication credits he could add to his tenure portfolio at the college where he was teaching. The story was pure adventure and featured a guy trying to save his small sailboat in the middle of Newport harbor during a hurricane. I remembered him writing it in grad school.

Jim: Nikoo has always been a brutally honest person, and she has strong opinions. That’s just two of the many things I love about her. But I can get a little defensive about my writing. She was working as an engineer, but she was always a closet writer. I, on the other hand, pursued my writing openly. And for all our years prior to that snowy winter, she was my first reader. Anyway, before sending the story off, I asked her to read it again.

Nikoo: So I read it. Now honestly, who cares about a guy trying to save a catboat while scores of people are losing their homes and… I don’t remember what I said exactly.

Jim: She said, “Don’t bother.” Maybe she worded it in a gentler way, but that was the bottom line.

Nikoo: He turns around and asks me, “Could you do better?”

Jim: And she says, “WE could do better.”

An entire snowy weekend passed while the two of us sat side-by-side and a new story emerged.

The ‘man saves his catboat’ story turned into ‘a woman contemplating suicide boards her catboat in the middle of a hurricane’. Her past plays itself out in the course of battling this storm. Old and painful conflict with her father. Guilt that haunts her about the death of her brother. Failed relationships.

We both physically wrote portions of that story and contributed when we weren’t actually pounding the keyboard. Agreements and disagreements. Pizza. Kids swinging from the chandeliers in the background.

We loved it.

We sent the story off, knowing we’d done something special. That short story went on to win a national prize. But by the time we heard the results, we’d already started a novel. It was our first, The Thistle and the Rose. The first of many.


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