Friday, August 30, 2019

Guest Blog: The Keys Voice of the Turtle by Karen Hulene Bartell

Today let's welcome Karen Hulene Bartell as she talks about her book The Keys: Voice of the Turtle

Tell us a little about yourself: Instead of a bio Karen gave us a fun fact 

Fun fact—The “bright lights of Broadway” recollection of my lead character Keya from THE KEYS: VOICE OF THE TURTLE is a fictionalized account of my own theatrical experience in Manhattan at age eighteen. “Made it to off-Broadway, love. Close, but not quite the same.”

What do like the most and the least about writing?

Most—Writing is better than reading because I choose the action and ending!

Least—Post-publication marketing is the anti-climax of writing. 

Give us a peek into your latest published work?

THE KEYS: VOICE OF THE TURTLE Peek—Finding buried treasure and love, Keya moves forward, but can she save the beach? Can Ruth find Maita’s murderer or help Bart solve his 400-year-old mystery? Join their adventures as they mingle with ghosts and talk with turtles.

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

Next—I’m in final edits for Wild Rose Pass, a completely new genre for me—Historical Western Romance, plus I’ve begun writing Kyoto: Tale of the Fox, a Mainstream Fantasy.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

Fun Fact—The protagonist of THE KEYS: VOICE OF THE TURTLE is named Keya. In the Lakota Sioux language, Keya means Turtle. The setting of the novel is the Florida Keys, and the premise is protecting sea turtles and their nesting beaches. Finding the name Keya for the main character—who is Native American and a turtle aficionado—was kismet.


“These nesting grounds are the reason I’ve fought to keep this property intact. If this beach is developed, the impact will destroy it, but fighting the lawsuit is expensive. I’d hate to sell this place to pay court costs.”

“But you said keeping the nesting grounds intact is only part of the reason you stay.” Ruth gave her a sympathetic smile. “What’s the rest?”

“Call it my legacy.” Keya stood up straight. “When I’m gone, I’d like this beach to remain as nature intended it…for the turtles. Since I’ve never had children—”

Earnestine meowed.

Keya grinned. “That is, except for my furry, four-legged kids, I’ve never had children. I have no one to leave it to other than who or what will make the best use of it. Conveying this land to the turtles would be my way of leaving the world a better place.” She turned toward Ruth. “Does that make sense?”

Ruth nodded. Her cousin’s intentions were clear. “But legally, how can you will the property to the turtles?”

“Easy. I leave it to the Turtle Refuge.” Keya chuckled as they meandered along the shore. “And this is where you come in. When you’re writing the brochure, add a few paragraphs about planned giving and charitable bequests…” Keya stared as if in a trance.

“What’s wrong?”

Her hand shaking, Keya pointed to a shady patch of beach half hidden by sand dunes. A lifeless hand lay tangled in seaweed, its fingernails broken and bloodied.

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1 comment:

Sadira Stone said...

This sounds like a lovely setting. Have you spent much time in the Florida Keys? I'll never forget the drive I took years ago from Miami to Key West. At times, driving on the causeway feels like floating above the sea.