Today, I have with me Ruth J. Hartman the author of the smash Regency, Romance at the Royal Menagerie.
I never intended to be a writer. I knew I loved to write when I was younger, but in my family you went to college to do something practical. So, as a dental hygienist for the last 30 years, I scraped goo and other disgusting things from peoples’ teeth. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a good job with great pay, but after doing it for so long, my heart wasn’t in it. And sometimes at the end of the workday, my hands felt as if they might detach from my wrists and fall on the floor.
But… in 2008, I decided to write down my experience with suffering from debilitating OCD. I was feeling better, my medicine was doing wonders, and I wanted to write it down in the hopes that maybe someone would like to publish it and that it would hopefully help others with the disorder, too.
That takes me back to my first sentence. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would end up writing full time as a romance writer. It just kind of evolved. My memoir about OCD morphed into a story about a hygienist falling in love with her patient. Then several more contemporary romance ideas popped into my head and I thought, why not?
Even more surprising, though, is my love for writing Regency Romances. I did the first one nearly a year ago as an experiment when my publisher had a call for Christmas Regencies. I wasn’t confident I could do it, but with lots of encouragement from writer friends, I did.
That wasn’t enough, though. More and more Regency ideas came and I kept writing stories. Until one day when I realized I was firmly ensconced in the historical world. And this is from someone who wasn’t thrilled about learning history in school! Now, though, I find the smallest historical facts fascinating. Like during the Regency, the zoo at the Tower of London’s Lion’s Tower had a polar bear. They would take the bear down every day to the Thames River so he could fish. How cool is that?
You just never know where life will take you. Who knows? You might be cleaning teeth one day and writing about people who lived 200 years ago the next!
Ruth J. Hartman spends her days herding cats, and her nights spinning sweet romantic tales that make you smile, giggle or laugh out loud. She, her husband, and their three cats, love to spend time curled up in their recliners watching old Cary Grant movies. Well, the cats, Maxwell, Roxy and Remmie, sit in the people’s recliners. Not that the cats couldn’t get their own furniture. They just choose to shed on someone else’s. You know how selfish those little furry creatures can be.
Ruth, a left-handed, cat-herding, Jeep driving, farmhouse-dwelling romance writer uses her goofy sense of humor as she writes tales of lovable, klutzy women and the men who adore them. Ruth’s husband and best friend, Garry, reads her manuscripts, rolls his eyes at her weird story ideas, and loves her in spite of her penchant for insisting all of her books have at least one cat in them. Or twelve. But hey, who’s counting?
If you’d like to learn more about Ruth, you can visit her website.
Also, you can learn more about here book by checking it out on Amazon.