Guest Blogger: Susan May Warren

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Yesterday, I participated in the CFBA Blog Tour to promote Susan May Warren’s book, The Perfect Match.

Today, I’m privileged to have Susie as a guest blogger. Read what she has to say and leave a comment for a chance to win a new copy of The Perfect Match.

Heeerrrreee’sss Susieeee…

I’m a big believe in research. I can spend hours tracking down cuisine, or flora and fauna, clothing, dialect. I have even been known to, say, skydive (see the video!) or ride a mechanical bull for my projects. It’s probably because I enjoy writing about things I don’t already know. I love to learn new things.

However, sometimes I learn things I don’t expect…like the time I was held hostage. Who knew it would come in handy so many times in my thrillers? Or eating squid on a stick in Taiwan – whalla, it appeared in my Wiser Than Serpents book.

Which just goes to show you, that God knows the material we need for our stories….

This week I’m having a blog tour for my book The Perfect Match. It’s a romantic suspense about a woman fire chief and the “sparks” she has with the local pastor.

A fire chief. Which meant I needed to research fire….

Below is an excerpt of an email I wrote to my family on April 2, 2004. (Just so you don’t think it happened yesterday!) I’ve changed no names to protect the guilty….

Hey all,
It’s a beautiful morning here, the sun is shining the snow is melting and the northern Warrens have many reasons to praise the Lord. Because we had a fire last night. Burned our 28 x 30 foot garage to the foundation.

We lost a lot – my husband’s multi-million dollar tool box, our cedar siding for the garage and the house, all our ski gear, our camping equipment, stuff from Russia, sleds, bikes, all my husband’s new building tools including the new compressor he’d just purchased, his turkey fryer, car gear, and….I think the cat.

But, I’ll start at the beginning.

With spring upon us, I decided that spring break seemed the perfect time to deep clean the house. So, room by room we went through (much to the children’s joy and delight) and weeded out their clothes and toys that needed to be given away or thrown. Then we moved to the playroom. We emptied the toys, and moved up furniture, including the old futon the dog loved to sleep on. I suggested to my twelve year old, Pete that he take it outside and make a bed for Gracie where her old bed was….right in front of the heater. Well, obedient Peter did that, per my instructions, and in the process, had to wedge the mattress right against the heater. Heat, oxygen, and flammable material = combustion.

I should interject here, that while Peter was creating a chemical reaction, I was on the phone with an editor, arguing about a plot line. For an hour. I figured I’d check his “work” after I got off, but of course…I immediately ran to my office to implement ideas.

Meanwhile, the fire smoldered. We figured it cooked for about four hours before it burst into flame. Around 6pm, my husband, and our two oldest kids went to town. As I was waving good-bye, I smelled smoke, but thought, Someone in the area is burning their wood heat tonight.

(God sighting #1: In retrospect, we know what it was, but I have mixed feelings about whether we could have stepped in to stop in. If I or any of the kids had gone into the garage, perhaps the sudden influx of oxygen might have caused a flashover, igniting the place into a fireball, and burning the victim. (see all the great firefighting terms I learned?))

Around 7pm, after watching a few minutes of “Legally Blonde” (no comments, please!), I went upstairs to make dinner. Peter noticed a glow in the woods off the sliding glass door.
“What’s that?” he said. Then, unable to see the source of the light, opened the entry door. I was at the stove, and I heard him say, “Wow,” then shut the door. No emotion. No panic. (To his defense, he says he was in shock).
I responded with a, “What’s Wow?”
Curious, I opened the door and beheld the garage. In inferno. Flames engulfed the garage, like fingers offering it to the sky. Sparks sprayed, raining down on our cedar house. Interestingly, I learned there is a dull roar to a large fire, a rumble of horror right down to a person’s soul.
I grabbed the phone, but like a great horror movie, it was dead. Scrounging for my keys, (and thankful that the car was parked outside), I screamed at the children — “Get in the car!”
Of course, my youngest (Noah) was nowhere to be found. A couple years of my life ticked by before he emerged from the basement of the house. I grabbed the kids and ran them out in the snow in their barefeet (and me in slippers). Then I did a Starsky and Hutch up the driveway and flew to the neighbor’s house.
Pete said later, “Wow, Mom, I’ve never seen you drive like that.” (God sighting #2: I managed to miss the electrical transformer as I backed up our drive!)

My poor neighbor, who is also a member of our church, was watching television and of course I didn’t even knock, just burst into her house and said, “My garage is on fire, call 911!” (Poor woman. No wonder she now goes to Arizona every winter. I’d be scared to live next to me too.)
Then I told Pete and Noah to stay because I’d realized I’d left supper cooking on the stove. Yeah, that’s right, um hum. So, much to Pete’s terror I ran back out and drove to the house. My neighbor called 911 (and forgot our name, although she knows us well – thankfully Pete was there to fill her in).
Meanwhile, George, the neighbor’s husband, followed me, and had the presence of mind to grab his hose. (Mine, of course, being coiled up, frozen beside my house). Unfortunately, the water outside had been turned off for the winter, so nothing came out. I ran down the stairs, and prayed, “Lord, you’ll have to show me what that spicket looks like because I haven’t the faintest idea.” (God sighting #3!) To God be the Glory, the FIRST thing my gaze landed on when I ran into the laundry room was the water spicket.
I climbed up on the dryer and turned it on and heard the sweet sound of rushing water. Meanwhile, George’s grandsons appeared with shovels, throwing snow on the house. George took the hose and wet down the house, but I was worried about the propane tank.
That’s right, I said PROPANE tank. A recently filled propane tank that sat eight feet from the inferno.
In a spectacular team effort, I sprayed the tank while the local hero, George, turned off the supply. However, the snow in that area was still hip deep and we were stuck, our feet crashing through the crusty surface and right into the undercurrent of freezing water.
George yelled, “Crawl!” and I transported into a Mel Gibson movie, sparks flying over my head, the front wall of the garage crashing down just five feet from me. I finally rolled to safety down the snow bank.

My feet were ice, so I ran in and pulled off those boots, grabbed another pair, and that’s when my husband roared into the house. Poor man – he’d gone to church to do the bookkeeping for the week (he’s the treasurer), and the neighbor (now remembering our name) called the church and said, “There’s a fire at your house, go!”
So, of course, when he drove up our road, (in FRONT of the fire truck), all he saw was the glow of flames shooting into the sky. He thought it was our house. His voice was wrecked by the time he got inside and found me. Poor guy is going to die of a coronary due to spotty information. (And here’s a question – why am I always home alone when this stuff happens, huh?)

The fire was on its dying side when the fire department showed up. Still, it took two tankers to supply enough water to put it out. Andrew and I stood there, cataloguing our losses, thanking God for our tremendous wealth in Him, and the fact that once again, He protected us.

But here’s the best part, the God-works-in-amazing ways moment: Of course a reporter came out from the newspaper, and asked me why I was poking around the fire engines, asking questions. I told her about my newest book, The Perfect Match, and how it’s about a woman fire chief, and how, of course, I wanted to get it RIGHT. She took pictures, interviewed me, and eventually reviewed the book with a half-page in the paper.

See, you just never know what God will do when we think everything has gone up in flames.

I hope you enjoy The Perfect Match.

Safely in His grip,
Susie May Warren, an author just trying to get it right…

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  1. Lisa Jordan

    Susie, thanks so much for being a guest blogger today. As I mentioned yesterday, I love the Deep Haven series. You amaze me with the depth of your research. I pray God's continued blessing on your writing as you continue to write stories that honor Him and bring Hope to others!