The Book Report

I have always known I am a writer. Always.  Here’s an example:

In third grade, I was supposed to write a book report. I hadn’t read any books worth doing a report on, so I wrote a book report on a book I would have like to have read. I made it up. All of it. All I remember about it was there was something about fairies and ponies in it. The teacher never checked on the title, the author, or anything else. I got an A+ on the paper, too.

How cool is that?

But the night before the last day of school, my conscience starting tweaking me. Badly. After my dad left for work that morning, I crawled in bed with my mom to tell her the awful, dishonest thing I had done. She told me I needed to tell the teacher. On the last day of school. Oh boy.

Except when I got up for school a little while later, I noticed my stomach was covered in red spots. Sure enough, I had the “three-day measles.” I couldn’t go to school and confess my transgression.

I have come to terms with what I did. You know why? I write fiction.

WIP Wednesday: Sophia Kimble

Today’s Work-In-Progress Wednesday guest is author Sophia Kimble. Welcome, Sophia. Can you tell us one thing most people don’t know about you?

SK: I like to eat my chocolate frozen. Seriously, I take my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Kit Kat’s, and Ho Ho’s and stick them in the freezer until their frozen. I love chocolate, but hate the melt factor. 🙂

MJ: What is the top book on your TBR pile?

SK: I’m waiting impatiently for the third book in Jon Steele’s Angelus trilogy to be released. As soon as it’s out, everything else will take a back seat.

MJ: Name one thing you won’t leave home without.

SK: A bottle of water.

MJ: Is there a particular movie that you preferred over the book version of the story?

SK: All movies I’ve seen after reading the book. I have a teenage daughter and she’s the one I go to the movies with the most, so the most recent was The Fault in Our Stars. The book made me cry, the movie did not, although my daughter looked like a raccoon as we were leaving the theater.

MJ: What do you normally eat for breakfast, or do you skip it and get straight to work?

SK: I’m bad, I skip breakfast, but then devour lunch!

MJ: Describe your ideal/dream writing space.

SK: Large loft in a cabin with huge windows, and all I can see is forest.

MJ: Briefly describe your writing day/process.

SK: Up at 3 or 4 am, write until around lunch time, then catch up on social media, marketing, and such. By the time the kids get home, my creative brain is usually shot, and I concentrate on my family.

MJ: That’s a long day! What book do you wish you could have written?

SK: Elizabeth Kostova’s The Historian. My absolute favorite book!

MJ: Name three things on your desk right now.

SK: My feet, coffee, favorite pen. Yes, my laptop in on my lap.

MJ: Do you listen to music when you write? Explain.

SK: No. I like to have absolute quiet so I can see and hear the movie of my book in my mind, and then I type what I see/hear.

MJ: What do you love most about your WIP hero?

SK: Immortal, gorgeous, tormented, Highland warrior. What’s not to love?

MJ: What genre is your current WIP?

SK: Paranormal Romance

MJ: What is your favorite genre to read?

SK: Paranormal romance, and historical. If they’re combined-all the better.

MJ: How did you chose the setting for your current WIP?

SK: My current WIP is the second book in The Druid’s Curse series, therefore the setting of a castle in the Adirondack Mountains was already decided for me.

MJ: I love the Adirondack Mountains. Now it’s time for the lightning round. Wine: red or white?

SK: Red

MJ: Beer: can or bottle?

SK: Bottle

MJ Cinco de Mayo or St. Patrick’s Day?

SK: St. Patrick’s Day

MJ: Last movie you saw in a theater?

SK: The Fault in Our Stars.

MJ: Favorite TV show?

SK: Blacklist

MJ: Favorite band when you were in high school (Marching band doesn’t count)?

SK: The Smiths

MJ: Coke or Pepsi?

SK: Coke.

MJ: Introvert or extrovert?

SK: Introvert.

MJ: Favorite ethnic food?

SK: Thai.

MJ: And now for the headliner: your Work In Progress. Can you share the title and the first few sentences?

SK: Yes! This is from Avenge Her, part of the Druid’s Curse series.

Why can’t I be like everybody else?

Izzy Alexander stared at fish swimming in their virtual aquarium across her computer screen while she sat at her desk in Malcolm Campbell’s castle. The soothing scene didn’t calm her as it sometimes did. No, the poor creatures were forever stuck in purgatory, they’d never get anywhere, never accomplish anything. Kind of like her and her infatuation with Malcolm.

God, how had she fallen head over heels with a man who was in love with someone else and who couldn’t stand what she was? Why couldn’t she go through life with blinders on, not knowing what people were feeling, what people thought by touching them? Why did her life have to be so strange?

Well, let’s see. Maybe because I’m a witch and an empath, and fell in lust with a thirteenth century Highland warrior who’d been cursed with immortality by Lailoken, a Druid High Priest. Yup, that about summed it up and equaled weird as hell.

MJ: Oh! What a great hook. And you have a book out now? How can people purchase it?

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SK: Protect Her is available at Amazon.

MJ: And how can your readers stay in touch with you?

SK: I have a website and a blog. I’m also on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads and Google+.

MJ: Thanks for joining me today, and good luck with your books!

Book That Band!

“Help!” author Emma Cane wrote to our brainstorming group. “I need names of bands for a music festival in my current work in progress!”

“I have a band in my book, Call of the Wilder, author Kris Fletcher responded. “They’d love the exposure!”

Then I said, “Oh! I have band in my book, Moonlight Serenade. Feel free to include my guys.”

“There’s a band you can use in Dream of Danger, too,” Maggie Shayne said.

Christine Wenger then reminded us of her band in  A Second Helping of Murder.

And that’s how it began.

When Emma Cane’s Sleigh Bells in Valentine Valley came out on Tuesday, October 28, each of the aforementioned bands were mentioned in the story.

So we’re having a contest! BOOK THAT BAND!.

 

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Details are on this website or any of the other websites listed (and linked) above.

First prize: A $100 gift card.

Second prize: Free books from each of us.

The contest is running through Nov 10, so be sure to get your entry in now!

The Things in a Writer’s Mind

Twenty-six years ago, I was on my honeymoon in the Adirondack Mountains of northern New York State.

With 6.1 million acres, the Adirondacks comprise the largest park and the largest state-level protected area in the contiguous United States, and the largest National Historic Landmark (copied from Wikipedia, but it’s all true). This, not Manhattan ( 22.96 square miles ), is the true New York.

Lake Placid, where we honeymooned, has been the site of not one, but two Winter Olympics. The Adirondacks were also once the summer destination of such people as the Vanderbilts, Oppenheimers, Rockefellers and other wealthy folks who built their Great Camps looking to escape the heat of the cities.

Twenty-six years ago, my new husband and I did the same thing. So did a certain physician and his wife. I never learned their names, but I will never forget them. As we drove home on the serpentine roads, up hill and down, we passed lakes and small towns. When we came to White Lake, we stopped. The evening before, there had been a seaplane accident on the lake. The physician and his wife were both killed.

The plane was still in the lake. Suitcases had popped open, and the contents drifted on the water.  A straw sunhat with a gaily flowered band floated as if it had not a care in the world. That hat got to me in a way the other articles of clothing or the half-submerged plane did not. The doctor’s wife had planned to wear that hat while she puttered in her garden, while she relaxed on their boat, while she enjoyed cocktails on the porch with her neighbors. Now, it was just a piece of detritus bobbing in the ebb and flow of the waves.

Every once in a while, that memory comes back, sharp and poignant.

And that is one of things in this writer’s mind.