We all know publishing is a business. Writing the book is just the beginning. And yet the writing itself is why we as authors are first drawn to the field. Telling stories from our hearts. Creating characters from thin air and weaving plots that keep the pages turning can feel like having a superpower. But all superpowers have their kryptonite.
Until a thoughtless comment or bad review slows you down, like kryptonite.
..and fell woefully behind schedule with my fiction writing. I’m also a technical writer at my day job, and it was all I could handle to get that work done before icing my wrist down at night and self-medicating with a glass or two of wine. The book that I’d promised my readers fell by the wayside, the “coming soon” date on my website mocking me.
Early this year, I started writing again, determined to finish it by “Summer 2017,” an amorphous enough date that I don’t feel hemmed in… And then a terrible review hit me like kryptonite. The manuscript languished, I despaired of my choice to write fiction at all. Fan letters followed, readers eager for the next installment in my series… but still I clung to the harsh words from the bad review, choosing to let one bitter reader ruin it for the rest.
With a conscious effort to choose love and support over those who would tear you down. Even Superman needed Lois Lane. You have your writing group, your author friends, your family… listen to them. The good reviews, the emails and Facebook messages from readers who take the time to reach out and tell you they appreciate your books… listen to them.
Writing is subjective. Not everyone will like yours. But don’t let their kryptonite stop you.
Summer is prime “event” season, lots of fairs and outdoor events with opportunities for authors. Always-Always-Always remember to smile – a smile is an open invitation to start a conversation. And besides, you never know when someone is taking a photo these days. Better to be the one smiling than the one with the scowl.
Shea MacNamara’s life just got complicated. When a freak tornado devastates his Oklahoma farm, fifteen-year-old Shea moves to Cape Cod to live with a grandmother he’s never met. Struggling to make sense of his new surroundings, he meets a girl along the shore who changes his life forever.
Kae belongs to an undersea world hidden from humans, where bloody war rages between opposing clans. A fragile peace accord hinges on marriage between the royal families, but treachery and magick lurk in every shadow.
With Kae’s help, Shea discovers his true heritage and finds that his destiny lies somewhere far below the ocean’s surface.
Katie O’Sullivan lives on Cape Cod, drinking way too much coffee and inventing new excuses not to dust. Living next to the Atlantic influences everything she writes, from her YA series about mermaids to her contemporary romances for The Wild Rose Press. A recovering English major, she earned her degree at Colgate University and now writes romance and adventure for young adults, and something steamier for the young at heart.
When I was younger and had more time (pre-children), I’d search my mind for the qualities of credible characters, ponder the narrative elements, and abandon story after story mid-page when it failed to meet my expectations. Where do you get your ideas for stories? Now, don’t tell them, but–I spy on my friends.
Raising three kids kept me too busy to write more than journal entries that bemoaned the lack of time to do any “serious” writing. Once my kids were in college and high school, I refused to waste any more time gazing at my navel, hoping for the perfect plot to emerge. Instead, I looked around at my friends–all of them, like me, weathered (charmingly!) by time—and imagined them in alternate universes.
straight out of high school but became a recreation director on a cruise ship, like Julie on The Love Boat? What if Dawn had married “the one who got away”—and found he was a lying philanderer? What if my fickle friend Mina fell for exactly the type of man she ordinarily scoffs at: the tall, gorgeous heartthrob?
The last scenario is the seed for my latest novel, Turning the Tides. I started with the inspiration of my friend (and got her permission to include a few memories of her life when she was first adopted from Korea) and then spun a new story for her, in a new time and place, with a hero who exists only in my imagination.
beginning my characters with a real-life counterpart is the difference between starting up a hill with a tankful of gas or pushing my car on empty. Either way, I’ll eventually get to the top and let ‘er fly. But the first way is a heck of a lot faster.
Where do you get your ideas for stories?
Develop a relationship with your local library. As Sorchia DuBois pointed out in this same space a few days ago, it can be hard to get support when you’re an indie or small-press writer. I’ve found the library to be the one place as excited about my books as I am. Donate a copy or two, and arrange for a book signing among the stacks. Be sure to get your name added to the list of local authors so you have an excuse to come back over and over.
Nell Castle pursued her love of stories with an English literature degree from Temple University. A certified instructor for children with dyslexia, she is currently pursuing a graduate degree as an intervention specialist. Happily married and a mother of three, she’s lived in Philadelphia, Key West, Anchorage, Sarasota, Virginia Beach, and currently resides in Ohio. Turning the Tides is her second release with The Wild Rose Press.
The black sheep of her adoptive family, Lee Cooper has finally buckled down to a responsible job as a social worker in Southwest Florida. Defending her client against charges of child abuse awakens buried memories of her own abandonment in a Korean orphanage. Can she remain objective for the sake of a child?
Bricker Kilbourn, the court-appointed guardian, doubts Lee’s judgments–and his opinion might determine the little boy’s fate. He’s got his own family issues and haunting secrets to keep. Falling for a woman is not part of his plan.
He’s running from his past. She’s searching for answers. Will their resolution to protect a child bind them together or wrench them apart?
He padded across the deck in his bare feet and reached over the seat for a white towel. Turning his back, he ran the towel over his head and neck, rubbing it against his face and down his chest. The muscles of his shoulder blades rolled beneath golden skin. He wore a pair of cut-off jean shorts, sodden with water and sagging just enough to reveal a velvety V above his waistband. In the nick of time, she raised her gaze from the curve of his back when he swung around to face her.
With an effort, she dragged her attention back to her purpose. “I wanted to let you know what Amber and I have been working on these past six months. The parenting education, I mean.”
Seagulls called in the air high overhead as the boat rocked among gently splashing waves. Bricker ran the towel over his biceps before draping it over the bucket seat. As he sat, his gaze locked with hers. “I think we’ve seen the effects of her parenting education.”
His tone was dry. Lee’s mouth snapped open to retort, but she forced a smile instead. “She had a lot to learn when I first met her. But she kept every appointment and asked lots of questions about child development. Amber isn’t comfortable showing her emotions, but she loves her son.”
“I’m willing to believe she does.” Bricker shrugged, the tips of his hair curling in the warm air. “Doesn’t mean he’s safe with her.”
“She’s fighting against the cycle of abuse.” Lee’s voice sounded thin and desperate to her own ears.
“Breaking the cycle is hard,” Bricker said. “Not without a lot of therapy and more support than she seems to have. And we can’t allow Kaleb to be a guinea pig while she works out her own childhood traumas. Because the next time she shakes him could be his last.”
“There’s no proof she shook him.” Lee clasped her hands on her lap to keep them from trembling. She was getting nowhere with the guardian. Again. “He didn’t vomit, or have tremors, or have trouble staying awake. The doctor didn’t even bother to order a CT scan.”
“The ER doc wasn’t a neurologist,” Bricker reminded her. “On the other hand, Gloria Marshall is a court-mandated reporter of abuse. Are you implying she lied?”
“Maybe. Gloria thinks of Amber’s husband like a son, and she doesn’t like the girl he married,” Lee snapped.
Bricker’s eyebrows rose. “You really think Amber’s the victim of a conspiracy?”
“I don’t know.” She threw up her hands. “I just don’t think we should take away a young mother’s child when no one ever taught her how to be a good parent. I think she should be given a chance, for God’s sake!”
Bricker raised a calming palm. “Take it easy. I’m looking at all sides of the issue.”
Lee snorted. “You’re siding with the foster mom just because she works for the county. You’re not objective!”
“Well, I’m not the one who’s shouting.”
Bricker’s low voice held a warning. And damn it all, he was right. Every muscle in her body was clenched.
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Can Victoria let her sexy side out without fear of losing her heart?
Getting stuck in an elevator with her sexy, bad-boy co-worker she’s been lusting after is not how Victoria Collins planned her Friday evening. And you can bet that the mind-blowing sex with a virtual stranger was also not on her agenda. Despite the danger, Victoria soon falls under Joe’s spell and releases Vicki, her inner-sex vixen.
Joe Bradshaw is a man used to getting what he wants, both in life and in business. But the one thing he can’t find is a woman strong enough and open enough to touch his heart. When he starts his next freelance contract and meets Victoria, he senses the sexual powder keg behind the drab clothes that cannot even begin to mask her fire and beauty.
Can Vicki forge past scars, and present danger, to allow her to open her heart and free her passionate desire for Joe?
“Sweetheart, I told Phil you’d just forgotten to put my name
on the guest list since we just started dating.” He ran his fingers
down her arm, leaving goose bumps from his soft touch.
She fought not to moan at the sensation of his skin against
hers. She glanced over at Phil, who shifted from one foot to the
other. “It’s okay, Phil. Thank you for escorting Joe up here and
making sure everything was all right.” Phil nodded, then walked
away. The minute the elevator doors closed, Victoria looked back
at Joe. “What are you doing here?”
“That’s my Vicki, straight to the point.” His grin widened. His
black shirt and black jeans molded to his body, giving him the
ultimate bad-boy look. “Invite me in.”
“No.” She’d only opened the door to figure out how he had
gotten past security. Wasn’t it bad enough he’d invaded her mind
and her dreams? Now he wanted to invade her apartment. No way.
Joe shrugged. “I can discuss last night out here in the hall.”
He glanced to his left as a door opened.
Victoria caught sight of one of the two young children who
lived next door peering out. “Joe,” she started. She couldn’t let him
rehash last night.
“How are you feeling?” He trailed his fingers over her cheek.
“Was I too rough last night?”
Once again, her skin tingled where he touched her, but his
words made her tremble.
Page Count: 174
Word Count: 50,847
Book Genre: Erotic romance
Marie Tuhart can’t remember a time when she didn’t have a book in her hands. When she isn’t reading or writing, Marie loves to spend time in bookstores and traveling. Marie’s muse is her toy poodle, Penny, who lets Marie know when she’s been working too long.
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Writing is hard. Putting your heart and soul on a page and then sending it out into the world is hard. Taking criticism from strangers is hard. Marketing yourself is hard. When you do something this hard, you deserve a little respect. But what’s a writer to do when the people around him/her don’t support that decision? How do you overcome indifference? What happens when they don’t stop at indifference and actively oppose your choice?
So I made of list of writing support it would be nice to have.
—at least to the extent of #1 and #2. I get it that my kids might not be able to get into a steamy romance written by their mother. I’m totally ok with that though I hope after a few more books they will get past it. I mean, I even use a pseudonym and they are semi-adults, but whatever.
What I can’t understand is the level of ridicule and snarkiness a few family members and acquaintances exhibit. From things like minimizing milestones—“I guess anyone can get published these days”–– to thinly veiled indifference to downright insults. On one occasion, I had just opened a bottle of wine to celebrate a new book. I made my announcement and the people in question looked up from what they were doing, nodded. . .and that was it.
I shook my fist at the sky and vowed this would never happen again. So I made a list.
Guess what—it’s a list!!
So tell me, what do you appreciate from your fellow writers? What thoughtful things have other authors done for you? What are your favorite ways to reach out to other authors? What wonderful things do your friends and family do to show their support for you?
I do not know the magic spell for promo. Thus far, my favorite things are Buffer and Hootesuite which streamline the tweeting and posting and allow scheduling. I tend to do things in chunks and scheduling a time to schedule tweets and posts is helpful.
Sorchia Dubois lives in the piney forest of the Missouri Ozarks with seven cats. She edits technical writing part time, but she spends a number of hours each day tapping out paranormal romance, Gothic murder, and Scottish thrillers.
A proud member of the Ross clan, Sorchia incorporates all things Celtic (especially Scottish) into her works. She can often be found swilling Scotch at Scottish festivals and watching kilted men toss large objects for no apparent reason.
Sorchia’s Latest Book: Zoraida Grey and the Family Stones
How many Scottish witches does it take to destroy one small town fortune teller?
Granny’s dying, but Zoraida can save her with a magic crystal of smoky quartz. Too bad the crystal is in Scotland––in a haunted castle––guarded by mind-reading, psychopathic sorcerers.
Getting inside Castle Logan is easy. Getting out––not so much. Before she can snatch the stone, Zoraida stumbles into a family feud, uncovers a wicked ancient curse, and finds herself ensorcelled by not one but two handsome Scottish witches. Up to their necks in family intrigue and smack-dab in the middle of a simmering clan war, Zoraida and her best friend Zhu discover Granny hasn’t told them everything.
Not by a long shot.
(Zoraida Grey and the Voodoo Queen coming this fall)
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Hmm, a little bit about me, you ask. Well, when I was young I traveled a lot (25 major moves before I went to college, lived or traveled in five of the seven continents). I had lots of adventures, from flying halfway across the world when I was four years old in one of the earliest transatlantic airplanes, to flying across the desert on a chestnut stallion under the nose of the Sphinx.
I loved the adventure. You’d assume I always would. But at about forty years of age, having settled down and had two children, I returned to writing. I say the word “returned” deliberately, because I have been writing since I was six, but I hunker down now to produce something longer than a quatrain.
Once my first book was published in 2009 all I wanted to do was write. Really. I want to sit in my study and write. All day. If pushed, I go out for a short while, usually to pick up liquor (just kidding—I get groceries too). And that’s why this morning I’m sitting in my study working on three different novels and happy as a clam at high water. What’s your take? Are authors born to write?
M.S. Spencer’s best Author Tips: Don’t be afraid to incorporate bits of your own life into your stories—it makes it more authentic if you’ve walked the walk.
And For Promotion: I give out postcards of my book covers (with blurb on the back) at book signings. They’re not bulky and readers can read the blurb at their leisure. I also got mints in a little tin with my logo from Oriental Traders—they went over very well.
A rush of emotion dropped a veil over all but the tiny world of the two people in seats 11A and 11B, in a jet plane floating somewhere over the Atlantic, in a still moment in time.
Sydney Bellek first meets Elian Davies in the 1950s on a Boeing 377 Stratocruiser when she is five and he is seven. They run into each other every few years after that, but while he knows from the start that she is his true love, she does not. Later, as rival journalists, they vie for scoops on international crises from the Iranian revolution to the Lebanese civil war. The handsome and intrepid Elian beats her out at every turn, even while keeping his love for her secret.
Only after years of separation does she finally realize they are meant to be together, but this time, in a twist of fate, it is Elian whose memory of her is gone. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?
Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled on five of the seven continents, the last 30 years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and “domestic engineer”, aka parent. After many years in academia, she worked for the U.S. Senate, the U.S. Department of the Interior, in several library systems, both public and academic, and at the Torpedo Factory Art Center. She holds a BA from Vassar College, a Diploma in Arabic Studies from the American University in Cairo, and Masters in Anthropology and in Library Science from the University of Chicago. She divides her time between Maine and Florida. All of this tends to insinuate itself into her works.
Writing as M. S. Spencer, she has published eleven best-selling contemporary romantic suspense novels. Here’s the rundown of her current WIP––Works In Progress.
The Pit and the Passion: Murder at the Ghost Hotel, is in galley stage and hopefully will be released this year from the Wild Rose Press.
At midnight, in the darkness of a deserted hotel, comes scream and a splash. Eighty-five years later workmen uncover a skeleton. Who does it belong to, and how did it get to the bottom of an old elevator shaft? To find out, Charity Snow, ace reporter for the Longboat Key Planet, must team up with Rancor Bass, best-selling author. Although his arrogance nearly exceeds his talent, she is surprised to discover a warm heart beating under his handsome exterior.
While dealing with a drop-dead gorgeous editor who may or may not be the villain and a publisher with a dark family secret, they unearth an unexpected link to the most famous circus family in the world.
Flotsam and Jetsam: The Amelia Island Affair is in the final edits before submission.
Three corpses strewn across the sand. Who are they and how did they get to the shore of Amelia Island, the southernmost of the Atlantic Sea Islands? Two State Park rangers must find the answers, while contending with a secretive group calling itself the League of the Green Cross. Do the deaths have anything to do with them? Or could they be bound up with the complicated history of the island, which was conquered and lost by more than eight nations? Or is there a simpler explanation? Mucking up the investigation is the crucial question: will Simon ever get the nerve to tell Ellie how he feels?
And then there’s the facetiously named Bigfeet and Stinkbirds: Murder in the Amazon
In its first exciting draft is a story set in the Peruvian Amazon. It’s, yes, a murder mystery romance, but one with elements of legend and scientific discovery. A group of scientists have come to a research station—an ornithologist, an herpetologist, a paleontologist, a doctor of exotic diseases. A photographer is hired to help document their discoveries and he brings along his sister, a reference librarian and part-time anthropologist. They are searching for a monster believed until now to be mythical, but along the way are distracted by murders and fossils and strange new creatures.
A question I get asked a lot is how long did it take before you considered your writing style your own?
I think it happened sometime while I was writing Two Hearts Surrendered, when I was revising and editing the story for releasing independently from Magical Weddings. What I think I’ve learned to do best, besides understanding Point Of View, is to use fewer words for better context.
I used to write very formally and since I’ve changed my style of writing, I have so many more readers.
My stories are a combination of experience and imagination, particularly when devising a happily ever after outcome for what have been the most devastating and depressing situations occurring in my own life.
My stories ALWAYS carry a message. When I sometimes (and luckily, rarely) get a reviewer who classifies what I write as having no depth, I just shake my head because I figure they just don’t get it! Even though I write simplistically, anyone who reads between the lines will understand that the stories I write are deeply emotional. Since mostly my stories are based on personal experience and circumstances and are actual fact, by adding some humor, I’m transforming the negatives from my own life into a positive outcome. The importance of happily ever after transcends into my own life. Which is what helps keep ME sane! (Well, almost, anyway!)
Writing steamy yet sweet compassionate stories of fate that are wonderfully romantic, Tamara Ferguson is the multi-award winning, #1 international bestselling author of the Tales of the Dragonfly Romance Suspense Series, the Kissed By Fate Series, the Two Hearts Wounded Warrior Romance Series and the Daydreams & Dragonflies Sweet Romance Series.
Her latest release is A Kiss Upon A Star, a sweet romance which has become a #1 International Bestseller. The story is also included in the Author’s Billboard new release and bestseller Sweet and Sassy: The Best Kind of Romance.
Another new release is the #1 bestseller Hunks to the Rescue: 18 Hot Contemporary Romance Novellas which includes That Unexpected Kiss, the second in the Kissed By Fate series. Hunks is a #1 Nook Book in Steamy Romance and Romance anthologies.
Her wounded warrior romances, Two Hearts Unspoken. Two Hearts Surrendered, and Two Hearts Undone were all winners at the 2016 Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards; with Two Hearts Unspoken earning the Silver Medal in Military Fiction. Two Hearts’ Christmas Wish, the fourth story in the series, spent 6 consecutive weeks at #1 in the Mistletoe Kisses & Christmas Wishes romance set. Two Hearts Surrendered was just announced as a Romance Selection for the 2016 New Apple Book Awards.
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Tales of the Dragonfly Romance Suspense
Kissed By Fate New Adult Romance
Two Hearts Wounded Warrior Romance
Daydreams & Dragonflies Sweet Romance
Mother’s Day Magic
So, funny thing about me (well, there are lots of funny things about me as I am often told I am weird) but one I have noticed about myself is that on the start of every new project I get stuck at page 100. Every. Single. Time.
And it’s not like I’m scared of the number 100. One hundred dollars––yes, please! One hundred crunches––I’ll show you what these mommy abs can do. One hundred minutes to myself-double yes!! My last book was 400 pages. Now, 400, THAT was a scary number, but one hundred. Pshh! What’s a measly little one hundred? Apparently, just the number of pages that seems to whoop my writing butt. Stupid 100.
Some could call it writer’s block. I wrote about that before, but this isn’t so much writer’s block as just plain ol’ stuck. What’s the difference, you ask? Well, in my case, research would have a lot to do with it, and maybe be desire or lack there of.
As writers we are told to take the worst thing that could happen to our character and make it ten times worse. (Mean bunch, we are.) But, what if you can’t think of the worse thing that could happen? I mean, what if you have no idea what’s really that bad for him/her? That’s when I realize I don’t know my characters.
But, Erin, you’re a hundred pages in, how can you not know your character?
Good freaking question. So, I digress. I stop. Sometimes for a day. Sometimes for a month (like my current situation). I drink some coffee, eat a snack, do more research. I ask more questions, to myself, to my characters, and to anyone and everyone who will lend me an ear, so I can bounce ideas off of them. And, eventually some little nugget of information comes my way and things start to make sense again. I get my desire back, my zest and zing for the story. Then, I realize I have to start all over again because I forgot what I wrote to begin with. Oy vey!
No wonder why we always hear about these artsy types of people on drugs. Creativity doesn’t always come naturally. Woo… it hurts my brain thinking about all this. I think I need a snack. You know, to help my mom abs and all. Good day, y’all!
See how Erin got past page 100 and used her creativity in her latest release:
Tyler Wilde moves to Black Widow, Texas, to join the Blue Guardians, a local biker club that helps abused women and children. He’s intent on starting his life over, but a small piece of his past collides with his present when he runs into the local waitress, Annie Carter.
Annie’s the girl of his boyhood dreams, and Tyler can’t wait to get reacquainted with her. Only problem is, Annie’s engaged. But what has Tyler more troubled than the diamond on her finger is the bruise that graces her arm. To make matters worse, Annie’s abuser and intended husband is also the town’s Chief of Police.
Tyler is determined to offer Annie a safe haven, but she refuses his help until her life is hanging by a thread.
“I’m sad I didn’t get to work on your car.”
God, what a horrible pick-up line. She probably thought he was a giant perv and a complete moron.
She flashed him a half-smile that burned his insides. The diamond on her finger nearly blinded him as she brushed a stray strand from her forehead. The fire inside of him fizzled out like baking soda to a grease fire.
He forced a grin then shot his gaze down to the pastry case.
“Though, I will say…” She tossed the towel aside and stared at him. “Something about your face looks oddly familiar.”
He glanced back up. “Yours does, too, but I don’t really see how.” The spark in his brain burned brighter the more he stared at her.
“Are you from here, or is your family from here?”
“I’m not, but my grandpa was. He lived in a cabin about ten miles outside of town.”
“By Virginia Creek, right? Mr. Wooly.” Her smile grew. “Yeah, you used to come visit him. You guys would go fishing.”
“How’d you know?” He’d never talked to anyone when he came to visit his grandpa. He’d stayed in the woods, hidden and safe. Or at least, that’s how he’d felt.
He stared at her a bit longer. The blue in her eyes reignited a small light of recognition.
Could it be?
“I remember you.” She grabbed a pair of tongs off the counter top. “I used to play out by the water, and I would see you across the creek casting your line. You taught me how to skip rocks one day.”
Moments of his past flashed across his mind. It was her.
The girl across the water.
Six years ago and nothing more than a desperate housewife, Erin Bevan began her writing journey.
As a child, reading and writing were her nemeses. It wasn’t until she found herself almost utterly alone, in a different country, that she took up the act of reading for enjoyment. Her passion for writing was born not by reading the old classics, but by reading many new tried and true authors of today: Nora Roberts, Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Tracy Brogan to name a few.
Clinging to books for friends in a land where not many spoke the English language, she found a secret passion she didn’t know existed inside of her. With nothing more than time on her hands, she honed in on the craft of writing until she finally worked up enough courage to let other people read her stories.
She spends most of her time juggling her three little people and trying to keep everyone’s lives flowing as smoothly as possible. When she isn’t using her super powers to wipe sticky goo from her children’s faces, she spends a little time dabbling in her writing career.
Have You Ever Had A Moment Of Revelation And Reflection? I am disciplined. I am organized. I am a business. I am a writer. Did you notice where I put the bit about being a writer? Yep. At the end. This is where I was before I left on a much-needed vacation to Scotland and England earlier last month. The first major one since I became a published author three years ago. I was even working on edits a few hours before we were due to depart for the airport. My life was insane! So this is my reflection on a publishing anniversary.
Finally settling into my seat on the plane, I pulled out June’s issue of the Romance Writers Report by RWA. There was an article by Katharine Ashe (who I adore) titled, “Finding Your Top Ten Rules for Writing Romance.” As I sat reading, my chest constricted and I found myself emotional.
When did I put “writing for joy” at the bottom of my list? Somewhere along the way, I had flipped all my rules around and the one dearest and precious to my soul was delegated to the bottom of the list.
As I silently thanked Katharine for her wise words, I closed the magazine and reorganized my Top Ten Rules. Number one, write with passion and enjoy the freedom it gives my soul. All the rest of my other rules have fallen into place. Yes, I still want to make money and maintain an organized business, but this isn’t why I chose this path. I dreamed of being a writer—of telling beautiful stories that you can see, smell, touch, and experience. This is my foundation, my center, my first rule.
Remember why you chose your profession. Re-evaluate your own rules every six month. You may find they will shift. This will be your compass. It all depends on your own personal goals. Everyone is different, so there’s no right or wrong path. Just make sure your happy with the direction.
“Ancient and powerful. Yet, one woman will bring this Fae warrior to his knees.”
Award-winning Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling–writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.
“You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”
Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees.
When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn’s true identity.
As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?
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I often tell people I write for escapism. I want readers to pick up my books and disappear into the story, forgetting about their problems and the world around them for a time. As a contemporary romance writer, I receive the same benefit. What do you do when the world stifles your muse? I sit at my computer and delve into the world of my characters.
Although I always have characters talking in my head and ideas for stories, sometimes the outside world intrudes too much. The world around us is going crazy. People are loud, and manners have gone by the wayside. My oldest daughter is getting ready to graduate high school, and emotions are high. Summer is fast approaching and with it, a huge list of things to do to get everyone ready for their activities. All of those things also rattle around my brain, fighting for space and attention.
When I sit down at my computer, it’s hard to turn off that part of my brain and focus on what I need or want to do—editors don’t necessarily understand distractions, nor should they. So, I walk.
I live on a lake—actually, across the street and down a little ways—and it’s a three-and-a-half-mile trek around the entire thing. So in the mornings, after my kids leave for school, I take our rescue dog and she and I walk around the lake. She does whatever it is dogs do on a walk, and I clear my mind.
Often, I talk to myself—I’m pretty sure I’m getting a “crazy lady” rep. I feel the endorphins kick in and suddenly my creative knots unkink. If I’m truly inspired, I dictate into my phone so I remember what I was thinking later. But regardless of my level of inspiration, when I sit down in front of my computer, I can write.
That’s not to say everything I write is perfect. Not in the least. But it’s easier to fix a page of words than it is to fill a blank one!
Best Author Tip: Keep writing! An author’s life is filled with rejections and bad reviews and lack of inspiration. Take a moment to wallow—a very short moment—and then shake it off, remember why you started writing in the first place and get back to it!
Best Marketing Tip: Step out of your shell and talk to people, both in person and online. The more readers get to know you, the more inclined they’ll be to read and promote your books.
Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.
In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. When she’s not writing, she loves to laugh with family and friends, is a pro at finding whatever her kids lost in plain sight, and spends way too much time closing doors that should never have been left open. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and doesn’t share her chocolate.
She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. All are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Page to link to my blog post: http://jenniferwilck.com/addictedtolove.html
Susan Marcus Robert Carmel
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Susan: Likes Robert Is jealous of Marcus’ attention.
Many times creating characters who are opposites gives many opportunities for both humor and conflict. Think of Felix and Oscar on The Odd Couple or The female Salvation Army worker and the gambler in Guys and Dolls.
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