When the Curlews Call: Author Interview, Tour, and Giveaway with Celebrate Lit

About the Book

Book: When the Curlews Call

Author: Joanne Markey

Genre: Christian Historical Mystery, Fairytale retelling

Release Date: September 5, 2023

Some say all Sophia Randall thinks of are romance novels and dance frocks…

That may have been true once, but when war broke out, reaching even to our isolated corner of the bush, my priorities changed. I now read news from afar and dance but rarely.

Only my love for the Almighty God, for family and friends, for the man who captured my heart, for the bush, and for the call of the curlew haven’t changed. Especially the call of the curlew.

Some say it’s mournful—even sinister—but I’ve always delighted in that lonely cry heralding the end of another day. And when Kenny went off to war, it became a promise—a reminder of his love and determination to return.

When the unthinkable happens, my prayers become listless. New challenges surface. Ghostly footsteps join the coal trucks rumbling through town. Dingoes lurk in the shadows. Valuables vanish. A… presence chases me through the bush. Burdens weigh me down, and I forget to remember.

But is all lost? Would the pain in my heart be easier to bear if I stopped to listen for the curlews’ call?

Loosely based on “The Boy Who Disappeared”, When the Curlews Call is a story of ghostly doings, missing airmen, and a young girl desperate to keep the home fires burning when all hope seems lost. Told through a series of letters, readers will follow Sophia’s journey, sharing her triumphs and trials all through the long, dark days of World War II.

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Author Interview:

Are you working on your next book already? What can you tell us?

Yes. And no. This summer was a busy one, with a lot of unplanned things happening that all took time and energy. Every time I got an idea and started working on it, I’d get distracted by life and set the project aside. And that means that at this very moment, I have four works-in-progress and a mind that spends far more time dwelling on real-life problems than imaginary ones.

The first WIP got to a point where it made sense to go back and write a book that came before. This series will be romantic suspense and this particular book follows two couples who will attempt to solve a series of seemingly connected murders. But I reached a point in the story where it made more sense to go back and write a story that came before. So I stopped part way through and went off to “quickly” write this other story. Except that real life stuff got in the way and halfway through WIP #2, I got distracted by more real-life stuff and wasn’t able to finish.

But while I was distracted with life, I did write WIP #3 that actually made it to the editor. It needs a little brushing up to get it ready for publishing, but life keeps interrupting. This one combines some real-life experiences with some imagined ones because it features an Aussie/American couple. If I ever manage to finish it, it will be a sweet contemporary romance.

Before I could finish it, I got re-distracted (it was a busy summer!) and in between dealing with all of that, my brain went off on a rabbit trail and I started writing a romcom suspense. 

However, once again I only made it halfway through before life took another turn and we were dealing with something else that took up time and energy. I typically try to unofficially participate in NaNoWriMo, and hope to wrap at least some of these projects up in the next month. 

Ideally, November will be completely free of distractions and I’ll have plenty of time to write. However, we already know that some stuff will be happening. City water is coming to our area and we need to lay pipe from the road to the house which also means a lot of digging because we live underground and the back of the house where the water comes in is a good way below the surface of the hillside! 

What famous author do you wish could be your mentor?

Georgette Heyer. Jane Austen. Grace Livingston Hill. I’d love to sit down with all three and talk books and story ideas. They were all great writers and I enjoy their books. 

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Apparently, I really like to make chocolate muffins. 🙂 While sitting here working on this interview I’ve been asked, more times than I can count, when I’m going to go make chocolate muffins. 

We do a lot of baking, but when I’m not writing I like to work on a cross-stitch project, do some knitting, or take the camera outside and see what I can find to photograph. 

When did you write your first book? Is that first one published?

Sometime between 2016 and 2017 I realized that my Mum was in a situation where she couldn’t stop by a bookstore and pick up anything new to read. I had a story idea in my head and decided to see what I could do with it. The idea changed a lot as I only go so far before the story petered out. But rather than give up, I’d delete everything and start over. It took three tries, but I finally finished the book. No, it isn’t published, and I probably won’t ever publish it, but it’s fun to look back every once in a while and remind myself of where it all began.

And yes, I did send the book to my Mum when I was done. She bravely read each attempt as I wrote it and cheered me on even when I’d delete everything and start over.

How long, on average, does it take you to write a book?

The answer to this varies (see # 1 for the reason why!), but typically, if everything is working according to plan and we don’t have to dig long trenches to lay water pipe, it takes roughly 2-4 weeks. Three of my Postcards From the Sea books were each written in two weeks or less. When the Curlews Call took a month. Dreaming of More was written in a month, but then it ended up being divided into two books. The second part, Yours, Mine, & Forever, was completely rewritten, edited, and published in six weeks. However, when my imagination isn’t working and life keeps being distracting, the writing part becomes more difficult and takes a lot longer. 

About the Author

Originally from Australia, Joanne Markey now lives in Ohio with her husband and seven children. When she’s not reading or writing, you might find her wandering the property with her kids in search of whatever seasonal treasure they’re trying to find. 

Enjoy an Excerpt!

Sunday, 17th September, 1939


My dear friend Lilian,

The war has hardly begun and already I wish it were over! From the way they talk, we live in daily fear that my beloved brothers, Hans and Peter, will enlist. They hardly talk of anything else. Hans has begun to wave goodbye in the morning with a cheery—as only Hans can manage!—warning that Mum ought not be surprised if he should sign up before nightfall.

It’s only a joke, but there is a serious glint in his eyes that would seem to imply he is thinking it through. I don’t know why, but he seems to be biding his time.

Perhaps for Mum’s sake? It’s so near Christmas—only a little more than three months—it would not be a surprise if he waited until after that date, because we all know how much the Yuletide season means to our mother.

As much as I would hate to see them go, they feel very strongly about doing their bit. Which one cannot fault them for!

But when I think of the other boys from our district, my heart grows heavy. When will they feel the call to serve God and country? When will we be forced to say goodbye to those we love?

In particular, when will he feel the call to serve?

Oh, how I wish you were here so we could sneak away for one of our late-night yarns. Curled up in the hammocks with our blankets pulled to our chins, and the stars shining overheard as we share the deepest secrets of our hearts. I know you are doing the right thing there in the city, dearest Lilian, but oh, how I miss you!

Don’t mind me. It’s just that I feel particularly emotional tonight, and as I listen to the curlews call and try not to spill tears onto my paper, I will attempt to share as we used to do face to face.

Changes have come to our little town since you’ve been gone. The Salvation Army hall was sold to the Methodist church, and they have begun to remodel the building to be used for services. I miss our little meetings held there, but Mum is longing forward to the day when she can sit down in a good old-fashioned Methodist church again.

Did you know that the McCormicks regularly attend the Methodist church in Clermont?! I only learned that yesterday, and I learned it from a very reliable source.

Kenny!
 Yes, you read that right.

Kenneth McCormick himself told me that his family regularly attends church in Clermont, but now that we have our own little Methodist church, he might consider coming here. He’s often over this way to visit his cousin Duncan at the Birimgan sawmill, so he didn’t see why they couldn’t ride into Blair Athol for church before he goes back to his father’s station, Wallaby Run.

I’m sure you are wondering how I came to be talking to Kenny, and that, my dear friend, is why I wish you were here. It would be so much easier to tell you what happened than to write it out. But we cannot change our circumstances by wishing, so I’ll do my best.

Early yesterday morning, Dad trucked a huge load of wethers in. There was a slight mix-up in the time the train arrived, so the man who’d arranged to meet Dad hadn’t come by the time the train got here. I don’t know how or why, but there wasn’t anyone around to help unload, so Dad had me help. He had me don a pair of Peter’s dungarees and boots that were at least a dozen sizes too big. My only hope was that no one would see me, but sadly that wasn’t the case because…

Partway through unloading, Dad called for me to go into the yard with the sheep to close a gate. That would have been all fine and dandy, but just as I got the gate halfway closed, the sheep, being sheep, decided they didn’t want to be in that yard. They wanted to be in the other yard. The one I was trying to close them out of. So, they turned and charged, bleating like their lives depended on it.

I heard yelling but couldn’t decipher the meaning due to the noise of the bleating. All that came to mind was the need to get that gate closed.

However, remember those boots I had to wear? One caught on the other, and instead of closing the gate, the only feat I managed was to fall on my face in the dirt and muck in front of a mob of four thousand charging sheep.

I barely had time to cover my head with my arms before the first sheep rushed by me. My last thought was that this was it. I would never see Mum, Dad, my brothers, you, or Kenny ever again. All I could do was pray that the end would come as swiftly and as painlessly as possible.

Then something strange happened. Instead of being trampled to death, my body rose above the sheep. In my wild, fear-addled state, I momentarily thought death had come and my body being transported to the afterlife. I don’t think it happens that way, but one doesn’t think clearly when one is under the shocking impression one has died!

Only a moment passed before I realized that it wasn’t an angel carrying me, it was a man. One whose voice I recognized as Kenny’s the moment he yelled to Dad that I was okay.

But I wasn’t okay!

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Giveaway

To celebrate her tour, Joanne is giving away the grand prize package of a $25 Amazon gift card and a copy of the book!!

Be sure to comment on the blog stops for nine extra entries into the giveaway! Click the link below to enter.

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