If you missed January LaVoy’s rendition of Peri Reed in The Drafter, you’ve got to at least take a listen in to The Operator. She nails it!
Wanna just read it?
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If you had to summarize your book in one sentence, what would that be?
We are all broken in one way or another, but we do not need to be “fixed” to live beautiful, productive lives.
Would you say it’s been a rocky road for you in regards to getting your book written and published or pretty much smooth sailing? Can you tell us about your journey?
After fifteen years of being traditionally published, I’m lucky to have over two dozen books on the shelf, almost half of them having been very well received on the New York Times list. The Drafter marked a shift in genre for me from urban fantasy to a character-oriented, sf thriller, and though this is where my heart is, enough of my readers failed to make the jump with this first book that it has become the most difficult book for me to get pushed through the system, more heart breaking and depressing than the five years spent getting my first book published. I don’t expect any of my books from here on out to be easy, but if you go into this profession looking for a quick buck, you’re doing it wrong. You do it because you have a story to tell, and that hasn’t changed.
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Fourth in a series, my email interview with The Story Behind the Book:
When was the adrenalin rush – writing that first chapter or the last and why?
Hands down, it’s the last chapter that holds the adrenaline rush. It takes me four months to hammer out a rough draft, four months of piecing the threads together, sweating the details, researching the fine points, patching the plot holes, and watching the characters take on their own destiny that might not be the one I originally envision for them. Seeing it all come together is a great feeling. Of course, it’s quickly followed by a sigh as I now have to start back over at page one and rewrite it, but that day that I actually write the last chapter? Yes, that’s a good day.
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What did you find most challenging about writing this book?
It was incredibly difficult to divorce myself from the heartbreak of working with a protagonist who suffers repeated memory loss. I’ve delved into writing drug addicts, emotionally abused adults, and psychotic killers, but this one was the worst. The creative process demands you put yourself in another person’s skin, and the emotions I had to deal with had a tendency to linger longer than usual after I left my office. Alzheimer’s is an ugly, selfish disease, but I’m trying to find understanding with it through my main character, and there is a peace in living day to day with what is before you right now.
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Here’s an interview with Literarily Speaking that popped up on the 7th of April. Just a tidbit here, go to their site to read the rest. Talking Books with NY Times Bestselling Author, Kim Harrison
Q: Now, some fun questions – What deep dark secret would you like to share with us?
A: I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I’m a really good knitter, going off pattern all the time to make my own creations. One of my greatest joys this year was to share the pattern I made to create Anna McCaffrey’s fire lizard.
Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
A: I’d go to Australia, because the night sky there would be utterly different from the one I’m used to.
Q: Are you a morning person or a night person?
A: Neither. I’m no good in the morning, or after midnight, so . . . I’m a 3:00 pm person.
Q: Are there any members in your family who also like to write?
A: I’m all alone in my writing, but that works for me. My husband helps me plot, but he’d never try to put pen to paper.
Q: As a child, were you a dreamer?
A: What writer wasn’t?
Q: Last but not least, the magic genie has granted you one wish. What would that be?
A: I’m pleading the fifth on this.
Back from RT? Need to cleanse your palette? The Drafter has just had a price drop on Kindle and Nook because the mass market has just come out! It should be in stores this week, so send me a picture if you happen to see one in the wild.
Also, if you have been looking for that Coke bottle short where Al, Rachel, and crew reminisce? I’m featuring it this week. Just follow the link
I rearranged my office this weekend to take advantage of a new view that is opening up, and if I’m cleaning, it’s not because I’m nervous that THE DRAFTER comes out tomorrow, but because I just moved something off my desk and I’m trying to cleans my mind for a new project. THE OPERATOR, Peri Reed #2, is back at the publishers for copy edit, so we’re right on track for a November 22 release. I would like to just jump right into the rough draft of number three, but I have to finish up THE TURN, which comes out in 2017 sometime. Either way, the screens are on my windows and it’s like working outside all day under a canopy.
But my new yard space . . . I was finally able to get back into it this weekend, and though it still needs gobs of work, it’s starting to take shape. I’m also starting to see why the “landscape” is so funky with dirt piled up against the shed and fence, rotting the wood, directing water into areas instead of out of them, because under every ill-placed hump and raised “flower bed” is a stump or fence post. And there are a lot of them. So it’s slow going as every surface item I’m addressing has underlaying issues to have to fix. As usual.
But I’m in no hurry.
I would like to get some grass seed down soon, though. Having to fix someone else’s past shortcuts is slowing me down. Tim, though, is helping with the heavy stuff, which is a great relief, both mentally and physically. It’s going to be gorgeous when I get done. The Michigan wild flower bed at least is defined and can now sit and perk while I see what comes up and needs to be moved out. I’ll start planting it this fall with divisions from my current Michigan bed.
You might remember me talking about Mr. Gimpy, the lame robin who has taken up residence in my yard. He’s a robust fellow, even if his wing does droop. He’s flying now, after a month, and fending off other robins. Well, except for one. (laugh) They have a nest now, at the corner of my garage. It’s already been found by the bluejays, who checked it out and left because there were no babies yet. They will be back, and there will be trouble. However, there is a cardinal nesting like ten feet away in the clematis, and surprisingly, they leave each other alone. There’s usually one of them around, which bodes well. Someone is going to be eaten, but someone else will make it. sigh. Maybe I should have put the box somewhere else. Frankly, I’m just tickled they are using it after three years of being up and empty. Perhaps now that they have identified it, I can bring it closer to the house where the bluejays might leave it alone entirely.
I’ll try to get a better picture of her on her nest. The light is really bad in the morning, bouncing around my office to make reflections everywhere.