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HOW DID YOU GET STARTED?

I don’t know that it is any of your business, but I suppose my folks just turned out the lights one night, and…oh, you mean how did my writing career get started.

YOU KNEW THAT. STOP BEING CUTE.

When I finished graduate school (I have a Ph.D. in English literature from Johns Hopkins), I was teaching part-time at the local community college and not turning my dissertation into little journal articles. This was pretty much a full-time job. Every morning I would get up and not turn my dissertation into little journal articles. It wasn’t much fun.

I had always daydreamed and fantasized a lot as a kid, and I was embarrassed about it because I knew that no one else in my family did that. I finally decided that the pictures in my head weren’t just daydreams, they were plots and characters. So I started writing a novel, and I knew that this was what I was supposed to be doing.

I wrote the book in secret because I wanted any failures to be private ones. So for a year I endured puzzled looks from people who had no idea what I was doing with myself. When I finished, I was so confident in the book, so sure that it was utterly wonderful that I instantly told everyone about it, thus managing both to seem like a wastrel while writing it and to be a public failure afterwards.

For, indeed, it was a failure. Although this was a novel that was going to change the world, agents would take my cover letter and write “no” across the top, not even bothering to waste a piece of their own stationery. I now know what I did wrong. The real audience of the book was the six senior faculty members of the Johns Hopkins English department, and the purpose was to show them, show them that I was really smart, show them that I was a good writer, show them that I hadn’t wasted their time.

And who wants to read a book like that?

Getting your cover letter back with a “no” across the top is another thing that isn’t a whole lot of fun. So telling myself that I was just doing this to give myself something to do during a difficult time, I started writing a romance.

I had always read romances—Emilie Loring in junior high, Georgette Heyer in high school, and every so often in graduate school I would take the day off and read five Harlequins.

FIVE BOOKS IN A DAY?

I read Dickens’s Our Mutual Friend in a day once. I didn’t get a thing out of it, but it was on the “Victorian Novels” course syllabus the same week Mrs. Radcliffe was on the “Eighteenth-Century Novels” syllabus, and so I was short on time. If you can read Our Mutual Friend in a day, five Harlequins is nothing.

SO YOU WROTE A ROMANCE?

I mailed it from my home in Virginia on a Tuesday—I didn’t have an agent; it was a slush-pile submission—and Harlequin’s New York office called to buy it on the next Monday. Six days counting mailing time.

SIX DAYS?

Things like that don’t happen any more, but in the early eighties the romance market was new and expanding rapidly. The publishers were desperate for “product.”

The secret to my success—and it shouldn’t be a secret to anyone who has taken freshman comp—was purpose and audience. I had a clear sense of my reader—my “re-entry” (i.e. housewife) community college student—and my purpose was to make her happy for a while.

I went from writing a novel that would change people’s lives to one that would change their afternoons. I’m sure you know the feeling. You have a day that isn’t going particularly well; then you pick up the right book, and everything’s fine again. I wanted to give these women, whom I liked a lot, that book. .

AND THEN WHAT?

I published six books with Harlequin, four of them as part of the 75,000 word American Romance line, two of them were longer and published in extremely unsuccessful formats. All the others were single-title releases, all contemporaries

SO WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH ‘HOMETOWN MEMORIES’?

They are not a series in the sense of having continuing characters or a common setting. Instead the characters all have a strong relationship with their hometown. You will read about characters who have never left home and those who are too afraid of their memories to come back; one character is caught between what he would like to achieve for himself outside his hometown and the fact that his young son lives there; still another character uses the soap opera which she writes to try to re-create the hometown life she wishes that she had had.

I could have also called this collection “My Favorites.” Of all the books I have written, I am the proudest of these four . . . perhaps because, like some of the characters, I have been blessed to have warm and joyous memories of my own hometown. Whatever memories you are bringing with you, I hope these books touch your heart.

WHAT’S A TYPICAL WRITING DAY LIKE?

There is no such thing. DO YOU OUTLINE YOUR BOOKS? No, I have the most grossly inefficient method. It’s totally inductive, it’s all about detail. There is never any big picture until the end. To write a book, I generate 1500 puzzle pieces and then throw out a thousand of them.

WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR?

It used to be Jane Austen. I wrote my doctoral dissertation on her books, but now, thanks in part to the movies, she is everybody’s favorite, and so I am switching my allegiance to Anthony Trollope.

Trollope isn’t as perfect as Austen. He doesn’t have her genius, he hasn’t had her influence, but his experience of life was broader, and while that doesn’t make him morally superior, it does make his work interesting. Trollope knew what it was like to be married; Austen didn’t.

HOBBIES, INTERESTS?

I sew. My writing friends, who think it’s pretty routine to write a novel, are dumbstruck (or at least to the extent that writers are ever struck dumb) by the fact that I can install a zipper. Then all my sewing friends, who think that my zipper-installation technique could improve, are rather impressed by the books. So I always seem cool to someone.

I also enjoyed the whole mom-scene, volunteering at school, leading Junior Great Books, being a Girl Scout leader. None of that was about being a good mother, of course; it was just about a way to see other adults, something that neither writers nor sewers do enough of.

ARE YOU INDEED TRAGICALLY UNKNOWN?

A wonderful person has posted a list on Amazon.com entitled the “The Tragically Unknown Kathleen Gilles Seidel.” I would like to think that “Hometown Memories” will remedy that, but the label does have some charm. It makes me sound like something from one of Wordsworth’s Lucy poems.

But Wordsworth’s Lucy probably didn’t answer her email. I do.

SO WILL YOU REALLY TELL ANYONE ANYTHING?

If you ask me to tell you about thermodynamics, we will all be in a peck of trouble.

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