Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Secrets of the Mind

Please welcome Chris Reynolds author of Mind Secrets

Chris will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. One randomly drawn host will win a $10 Amazon GC. So don't forget to leave a comment.



INTERVIEW


BLOG TOUR via GODDESS FISH
Celebrating the release of MIND SECRETS by CHRIS REYNOLDS
STOP: July 31st, Rogue’s Angels

1.    What or who inspired you to start writing?

Bad writing is what inspired me to put pen to paper myself. Just the frustrating feeling of reading a book or watching a television programme and being annoyed at the way the plot turned. Why does the hero have to get away from the bad guy every time? Why can’t he catch him once in a while? How can the main character have been so upset about his best friend being killed last week and this week act as if nothing has happened? Why are they wasting all this time kissing each other when they should be getting on with the rest of the story?

I would imagine in my own head how I wanted the plot to turn out. Just before I went to sleep, I would play out all the scenarios and have a great time re-inventing other people’s work. Then I started making up totally new stories with new characters and situations. Eventually, I wrote them down.


2.    How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

I wanted to write about teenagers with special powers. In all the years I’d been writing, this was the one idea which didn’t go away. But it was also the one I was a little afraid of because I knew it had to be right. Finally, I felt I was a good enough writer to do it justice.

I wanted them to have powers that seemed plausible. I wasn’t writing a superhero comic, I was writing urban fantasy and I wanted my teenagers to be different, but not so powerful that would never be in danger. So I gave them the power to sense other people’s thoughts and feelings. It seemed to me that the things we hold inside are minds are so strong that one day it might be possible for people to eavesdrop on them.

Once I had a situation, I needed a plot and a character to take the reader through the story. I chose an outsider, Michael. He joins up with a gang of Perceivers (teenagers with special powers) who he hopes can look into his head and retrieve the memories which have been stolen from him. But, instead, he ends up helping them in their struggle for survival against an adult population who want to destroy them. As he does so, he uncovers a conspiracy surrounding Perception and a link to the secrets of his hidden past.


3.    As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

It kind of depends on how Mind Secrets goes. I would love to write a sequel, and I know some readers have been asking me about one, but I made sure it was also a standalone book so if a sequel doesn’t happen people won’t be too disappointed (I hate novels that end in the middle of the story just because the author/publisher wants you buy the next one — I think that’s cheating the reader). I have a time travel idea which I’ve sketched out, which will be a series of books, and I also really want to do that. I want to write some more short stories, and have some thoughts about a collection of stories featuring the characters of Mind Secrets. So it’s all a bit up in the air at the moment. Of course, now that Mind Secrets is out and I’m talking about it more, I’m getting excited all over again, so the sequel idea is on the top of the list at the moment. As I say, it partly depends on sales and reader reaction for Mind Secrets. Either way, I’ll be sitting down to write in the autumn once another couple of projects with deadlines are out of the way. So many ideas, so little time!

4.    Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?

In this passage, Michael has contacted a Perceiver called Jennifer and asked her to look into his mind to see if she can retrieve his lost memories:-

Her stare was intense. She looked into his eyes. Deep. Penetrating. Probing. Through the cornea, past the iris and beyond the pupil. Until she was inside his mind. He couldn’t feel her, but he knew she had to be in there. The subtlety in her stare showed she was thinking about everything she perceived. Like a tiny flashing light on a computer, each bite of information sent a flicker across her eyes. Her breath shallow in concentration. Body absorbed in stillness. Her singular perception, sharp and focussed, stretching out the seconds into minutes.
Until her eyes softened and she withdrew. Back through the pupil, the iris, the cornea. Her breathing deepened. She blinked her mascaraed eyelids and their connection was severed. She leant back against the door and her body relaxed.
A mixture of nerves and excitement trembled inside him. ‘Well?’ said Michael.
‘Strange,’ said Jennifer. She seemed distracted, not quite there. Like a person emerging from a dream. ‘There’s so little of you. Like ’ceiving a baby.’
‘Did you see anything? Do you know who I am? Where I live?’
‘No, I’m sorry,’ said Jennifer. ‘There’s a nothingness inside of you. Like someone sucked out your memories.’


5.    Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?

I’ve been part of several writing groups down the years, but most recently I was a member of the T-Party (nothing to do with the American political movement of a similar name) which was full of published writers and people with a professional attitude. I learnt a lot from them and improved my writing no end.

A couple of years back, I realised if you get too involved with one group, you can end up writing for the group not your readers as a whole, so I dropped out. I also started a part time job on Saturdays when the group meets, so couldn’t make it anyway. I miss it, especially the social aspect and keep meaning to go back. The occasional feedback is always useful, as long as you don’t beat yourself up over the one person who hates your stuff — and there’s always going to be one person.


6.    When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

My dad. I was twelve and I had just finished my first ‘novel’. It was typed out using an old typewriter we had hanging around the house on orange paper (yes, orange!) because we were given a pile of it by someone clearing out an office. Some of the pages were twice as long as the others because I’d added passages by sticking bits of paper to the bottom.

Anyway, I finished my ‘novel’ and rushed out in the garden to tell my dad. “Are you going to get it published?” he said. Well, I had never thought about that before. I was just writing a story to please myself. But the idea of having my book ‘published’ was thrilling. So I sent my manuscript — badly typed on orange paper — to a series of publishers.

God bless some of those editors who opened my envelope, because they replied with encouraging letters. After that, I set about learning how to do it properly.



7.    What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

The worst advice I ever had was from a TV executive I once met when I was writing for a television magazine. At the time, I was dabbling with TV scripts and I asked if he would read a script I’d written. He very kindly did and when I phoned him to find out what he thought he was gushing in his praise and said it was a “super story” with “super characters.” Foolishly, I believed him. I don’t know if he actually read the script or was just being nice, but it sent me down the wrong path for a long time. I sent the script out to several places who, naturally, rejected it. When I would have been so much better if he had been a little more honest.

It’s funny how those bad bits of advice stick in the brain, isn’t it? Which brings me onto the best bit of advice I ever had, which was from Kristine Kathryn Rusch. She’d observed, over the years, that writers always remembered the bad stuff people said about their writing. You could get ten glowing reviews for your novel, but the one you remember is the person who hated it. It’s the same with someone critiquing your story. When you’re in that situation, you’re so often looking for the nuggets of wisdom which will make your writing better. You make a note of them all and so when you get to review those notes you might have something along the lines of: “the beginning doesn’t work, your character changes hair colour from blonde to brown on page 3, and the ending is a bit of a damp squib”. Whereas the critics also said “I think it’s a brilliant idea, I was turning the pages to find out what happened, and your descriptions really sparkle”.

Kris said I should write down all the good things and not just the bad things. And she is so right. It makes them stick in your mind much easier when you do that. Then you can build on them and make yourself a better writer.

8.    Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I always outline. I do this because I once wrote a novel that became so hopelessly bogged down in a plot going nowhere that I had to abandon it. I started it in the white heat of excitement which burnt out after a month or so. I was only going to make that mistake once.

So now I write down the things that excite me using old fashioned pen and paper and tease out the story from there.


9.    How do you maintain your creativity?

I’m going to answer this question on the assumption that I both have creativity and maintain it. I mean, I just write stuff and hope other people enjoy it.

Here’s what I do to keep going.

a)     Write regularly. Easy to say, not always easy to do. Like any skill, writing gets better with practice. To keep your creative brain engaged, you have to turn it on regularly or it will wither.
b)    Exercise. I’ve really got into running this year and I find getting out there gives me time away from the keyboard to refresh my mind. It keeps me healthy(er) and that helps my brain to work more efficiently.
c)     Avoid depression. This is something which, sadly, afflicts writers too much. Something to do with sitting at home all day with only a computer for company, most probably. A couple of years ago I was pretty down about life, to the point of the doctor giving me pills, and it was difficult to be creative when I was in that head space. I was depressed so I wasn’t writing much which made me more depressed. Since recovering from that dark time, I keep a careful watch for the black dog.


10. Who is your favourite character in the book. Can you tell us why?

This is going to sound odd because she’s a peripheral character, really, but I have a soft spot for Doctor Page. When we first meet her, she’s working in a cure clinic which is taking powers away from young Perceivers, so appears to be a bad guy. But then she seems to have a history with Michael and helps him escape, so her motives appear blurred. She returns in the story at the most unexpected place and, again, it’s difficult to know whether Michael and the others should trust her. There’s a big revelation in the middle of the book involving Page which, in reality, is all to do with Michael’s past and the origin of Perception, which she reveals while bleeding from a gunshot wound in a hotel room… I can’t say any more without giving the plot away, but it’s one of my favourite moments in the book.


11. Anything else you might want to add?

Thanks very much for interviewing me — I had fun. Why not come say hi at my website?
http://www.chrisreynolds-writer.co.uk



Mind Secrets
by Chris Reynolds

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BLURB:

On the run and without his memories, Michael escapes from a man called Carter onto the unfamiliar streets of London. There, he meets a gang of teenagers with the power to sense the thoughts and feelings of others. They live in fear of ‘the cure’, a mysterious process which takes away their power and, some believe, destroys their personality. Suspecting the cure caused his memory loss, Michael goes undercover to investigate the truth behind the doctors of the cure clinic. What he discovers leads him to a conspiracy that runs to the heart of government and reveals the shocking reality of his own past.

Mind Secrets is a compelling thriller set in a contemporary world and will appeal to anyone who's ever wondered what it's like to have mind powers.

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Excerpt

Her stare was intense. She looked into his eyes. Deep. Penetrating. Probing. Through the cornea, past the iris and beyond the pupil. Until she was inside his mind. He couldn’t feel her, but he knew she had to be in there. The subtlety in her stare showed she was thinking about everything she perceived. Like a tiny flashing light on a computer, each bite of information sent a flicker across her eyes. Her breath shallow in concentration. Body absorbed in stillness. Her singular perception, sharp and focussed, stretching out the seconds into minutes.

Until her eyes softened and she withdrew. Back through the pupil, the iris, the cornea. Her breathing deepened. She blinked her mascaraed eyelids and their connection was severed. She leant back against the door and her body relaxed.

A mixture of nerves and excitement trembled inside him. ‘Well?’ said Michael.

‘Strange,’ said Jennifer. She seemed distracted, not quite there. Like a person emerging from a dream. ‘There’s so little of you. Like ‘ceiving a baby.’

‘But did you see my memories? Do you know who I am? Where I live?’

‘No.’

Michael deflated. His legs hardly had the strength to keep him upright any more. He staggered backwards and felt his bum hit the rim of a sink. He perched on it. ‘God!’ he cursed. He turned and kicked at the wall. Plaster came away from the brickwork and scattered to the floor in pieces. He kicked them to the other side of the room. ‘God! God! God!’

His face was hot with frustration. He turned on the cold tap with such force that it sent water spraying onto his trousers. He cupped his hands and splashed it onto his face until his skin, his hair, sleeves and jumper were dripping wet.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Jennifer. ‘There’s a nothingness inside of you. Like someone sucked out your memories.’


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Chris Reynolds is a lover of adventure stories. Chris spent her time growing up avidly reading them, watching them on TV and writing them in her school exercise books. She was often frustrated that stories written by other people didn’t go the way she wanted them to, so she decided to write her own. In the interim, she has worked for the BBC and independent radio as a journalist, written for magazines and some published non-fiction books. Now her stories are available for all to read, following the release of her acclaimed debut novel “Mind Secrets”.

Chris lives among the Chiltern Hills, north of London.

LINKS
http://www.chrisreynolds-writer.co.uk
http://www.facebook.com/ChrisReynolds01
Twitter: ChrisReynolds_1

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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Summer Good Times

Summer
 Yesterday our city had its annual parade; a sign summer is in full swing. This year’s theme was “The Wild, Wild West.” I enjoy seeing our grandchildren as they watch the people and the floats pass by. Their faces alight with excitement as they race for the candy tossed in their direction. As a new month is upon us, I’m struggling with a goal I’ve set for myself. In order to have more writing time to work on my WIP I’ve decided not to read until I’ve finished writing this story. It’s hard not to reach out and pick up a new book especially when I head to bed. I’m also writing blogs and interview questions, as next month I’ll be doing a Goddessfish blog tour promoting my book Everlasting Love, Aug 13-24th. Leave a comment when you stop by for a chance to win a Starbucks Gift Card. Here is my link for the blogs  http://www.goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/06/virtual-book-tour-everlasting-love-by.html

Friday, July 27, 2012

Can Love Last a Life Time?

The Angel's featured title of the day is Everlasting Love by Rosemary Indra -- Cinnamon. Perhaps with this hunk of a fireman love can last forever.



EXCERPT:


Everlasting Love
Rosemary Indra
indrascloset@msn.com

Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 2

Buy at: www.roguephoenixpress.com

When Miranda Cummins borrows a friend’s cabin to finish writing her long overdue book, she’s surprised to find the one-room retreat already occupied by Kevin Mathews. Though she feels a spontaneous attraction for Kevin, Miranda has recently escaped a controlling husband and isn’t ready for a long-term relationship.

Unsatisfied with his occupation, Kevin is at a crossroads. Miranda understands and encourages him to look at the direction his life is going. Fired up by her encouragement, Kevin returns to Forest Ridge to resume his firefighting career.

When Miranda is threatened by her ex-husband, Kevin realizes he will do anything to protect her. Miranda has shown Kevin a new passion for life. Can he fan the flames of passion into an Everlasting Love?


EXCERPT

Miranda Cummings inhaled the fresh fir scent the moment she opened the door of her Chevy Impala-the fragrance of freedom. The cold, crisp air bit at her warm cheeks yet she felt exhilarated. Gravel and slushy snow crunched under her shoes as she hurried around her car. Opening the passenger door she picked up her overnight bag and placed the strap on her shoulder then she added her computer bag. Not wanting to make another trip out in the cold, she hooked several grocery bags on each hand. With one swift hip movement, she closed the door.

Gingerly she walked up the three snow-covered, wooden steps to the deck. Focusing on her weekend of solitude, she quickened her pace to the cabin on her right.

“Can I help you?” a deep baritone voice startled Miranda causing her to fling her arms out and drop one of her grocery bags.

Intent on carrying her belongings into the cabin, she hadn’t seen or heard the man behind her. Turning around, she froze. Reclined in an old-fashioned, white cast iron bathtub with claw feet, the man appeared relaxed, content and not at all perturbed as he bathed on a deck outside.

Steam rose from his warm water into the cold air. Water dripped from his short brown hair and glistened on his muscular torso. She suppressed the desire to caress the breadth of his wide shoulders. Stubble darkened his face with a day’s growth of beard. His rugged good looks caused her heart to flutter.

“I must have made a wrong turn…“ She couldn’t tear her gaze from his broad chest. As the water droplets traveled down his body her gaze followed suit. Miranda realized the hunk of a man was not only tranquil but also very naked. His muscular arms, which rested on the edges of the tub, could easily wrap around her. She wanted to feel his strength, his support from those strong arms. “…somewhere,” her voice squeaked.

He reached down and picked up a can of beer, which sat on the deck. Tipping the can back he took a swig then set the beer beside the tub. “Where were you going?”

His pecks rippled when he moved. Look at his face not his chest, Miranda scolded herself. “A friend of mine has a cabin up here.”

She glanced at the A-frame structure to her right nestled in a grove of fir trees where she’d intended to spend a couple of nights off the beaten path. Flower boxes below the two paned windows held browned plants from winter’s frost. The plumbing’s primitive her friend had said, which would explain a bathtub on the deck. The cabin in front of her fit her friend’s description.

“Abby Denton, I mean Chambers. Abby Chambers said I could stay at their cabin for a few days.” Confident she’d found the right place Miranda met his gaze.

She shifted the packages to her left hand and pulled a GPS device from her coat pocket. “I was a little confused on which road to take at the bottom of the hill.” She couldn’t stop rambling in her attempt to hide her obvious desire for this man.

Miranda looked toward the front of the cabin again. When she heard water splash, she stole a quick glance in his direction wondering if he’d gotten out of the tub.

He tilted his beer back for another drink then returned it to the deck. “You found the right place.” His angular features appeared stern and unyielding.

“Oh good.” Her shoulders lowered, relaxed. “How long until you leave?” Miranda’s gaze held his. She’d planned a quiet weekend which did not include a ruggedly, attractive man. Even with the snow falling around them she felt overly warm and knew the man in front of her caused her flush.

“Lady, it took me half an hour to fill this tub. If you don’t mind, I’m staying in here till the water’s ice cold,” the man’s rich voice drew her attention to his firm chin and broad, enticing smile which reflected in his eyes. “Then I plan to have a good night’s sleep in there.” His toned arm lifted as he pointed toward the cabin.

The man’s brows rose suggestively and Miranda wondered if he knew she found him appealing in a primitive, sexual way. He winked. He knew.

Miranda needed solitude, a chance to put her thoughts on paper. She had a deadline. Within three weeks, her editor required a completed manuscript on her desk. Since she filed for divorce, six months ago, Miranda found writing a romance novel impossible. To create a story of everlasting love was now ridiculous. She knew first hand there was no such thing as happily ever after.

“Obviously Abby and her brother Scott don’t communicate very well. Scott allowed me use of the cabin for the weekend.” The man shrugged his shoulders, his firm pecks lifted with ease.

Tiny snowflakes continued to drift down and stick to the frozen, wooden deck around her. Twilight settled around them with a darkening cloud-filled sky, which held a promise of more snow. Frustrated from the drive up the road, Miranda had no desire to turn around and drive back to town on a snowy mountain road especially at this time of night. She slipped the GPS unit back in her coat pocket. Her stomach churned; she desired this time as much as the stranger in the tub wanted a retreat. She needed a break so bad Miranda was willing to share the cabin with the man she’d just met.

“We could share the place. I’ll stay in my room and you won’t even know I’m here.” She tried to wave her hand in the air but the bags in her grasp forestalled the movement.

The man’s humorous laugh rumbled deep in his chest, causing excitement to dance through her.

“You’ve never stayed here before?” his reply was more of a statement than a question.

Miranda shook her head. “No. Why?”

“The cabin has one room.” He held up the index finger of his right hand. “Not one bedroom but one room. Kitchen, living area and bed are all in one room.” He studied her face.

Determined to hold her ground and not reveal her feelings, she tried to maintain a neutral expression on her face. The packages suddenly weighed her arms down and strained against her fingers. Miranda didn’t know how much longer she could hold them.

“If you’ll excuse me, my water is now cold and I’m getting out of the tub,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Miranda froze. She was unable to move and incapable of taking her eyes off his powerful male form. Reaching for a towel, which rested on a chair beside the tub, he started to stand up. She looked toward the cabin again. Could she spend the weekend in the small cabin with this stranger? She shook her head. The fact she didn’t know him wouldn’t be the challenge. The knowledge she’d spend the time with a virile, handsome man was what stopped her.

When she returned her attention to him, the towel was securely wrapped around his lower torso. With a desire for her fingers to run along the edge of the towel, Miranda swallowed quickly. Her gaze followed the caressing water down his body. He had a perfect male form straight from a page of her romance books. At least six feet tall, his body was lean and muscular. Desire had her heart racing.

Water dripped down his contoured torso and absorbed into the towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

“You’re welcome to spend the night, but I’m not sleeping on the couch,” he said.

Mesmerized, her gaze followed his movements as he started walking toward her. Standing within Miranda’s comfort zone, he glanced down at her face. His nearness didn’t trouble her. She felt the attraction and desire even stronger. Clutching the plastic bags tighter, Miranda suppressed the need to touch his bare chest and wipe the moisture off his skin. Rich chocolate brown eyes held her spellbound; the kindness she saw put her at ease.

“I don’t bite. At least not too hard.” His smile was her undoing, her legs felt weak and if she weren’t careful she’d follow him anywhere.

His statement brought to mind two lovers intertwined. Desire raced through her, heating her blood. The magnetism from this man radiated a rugged sex appeal she couldn’t refuse.  Without a doubt, she knew if she spent the night here they’d have an evening of passionate sex. Staring at the man’s dark hair and broad shoulders, Miranda couldn’t think of a down side to this situation. She’d never had a friend with benefits or a one-night stand. Not even a short-term affair.

He gave her a slow lazy smile. “What’s your name?”

She swallowed quickly to relieve the dryness in her throat. “Miranda Cummings.”

“Miranda,” his deep rich voice awakened a hunger within her. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kevin Mathews.”

His grasp felt firm, strong and matched the confidence she’d seen in his eyes. She wanted to feel his caress on her bare skin; her body. He stared at their joined hands, and Miranda wondered if he felt as moved by their touch as she did.

“Scott and Abby have been friends of mine for a long time. I’d suggest you call and verify my credentials but most cell phones don’t work up here.” Holding the towel ends at his waist with one hand, he bent down and with his other hand he retrieved her grocery bag from the deck. The lower ends of the terrycloth opened slightly revealing a very masculine, toned thigh. “So Miranda what’s it going to be?” Lifting her bag of groceries up, he asked. “Do I take this to your car or to the cabin?” His brows arched in an obvious challenge.

Miranda thought of the divorce papers she’d received that morning and the freedom she’d experienced for the first time in years. She wasn’t one to make a snap decision, but her newfound independence and her need for a weekend away overrode her logical judgment. She nodded. “I’m staying.”






Thursday, July 26, 2012

Inspiration -- Castles, Churches and Cemeteries






Time to pay the piper! How did you do?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Had a great week? Keep it up, the momentum is on your side.

Not as good as I had hoped. I started chapter 7 of Catching Meara. I'm going to try to finish this today.

Do words inspire words?

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Please Welcome Charlotte Stout author of Seattle Delight


The Angels are pleased to have Charlotte at our blog today. I hope she has lots of comments. I know as an author that I love to hear from my fans.


Charlotte will be giving away a $75.00 amazon gift card to some lucky commenter. So don't forget to say hi!



Seattle Delight
By
Charlotte Stout

BLURB:  

Charly’s life was simple and uncomplicated, just like she wanted it.  Or so she thought!  One chance encounter with a devilishly handsome stranger in her local coffee shop would turn her world, and her heart, upside down.  She would be thrown into a realm of privilege and romance, and more than just a little danger.  

How will she handle the dark gorgeous man who has inserted himself into her domain?  When danger threatens those she loves, will she have the strength of heart and spirit to do whatever it takes to save them?  Share Charly’s adventures as she navigates through the quickly changing landscape that has become her life.

INTERVIEW:

Before I get to your questions, I would like to say thank you for agreeing to host this stop on the tour.  I so appreciate your time and courtesy.
1.      What or who inspired you to start writing?

I can’t think of one specific thing or person who inspired me to write.  I believe it is all of the authors, whose books I have read, who have inspired me.

I started reading at a very young age and have always loved it.  It has been a wonderful respite for me from a house filled with seven siblings and the stress filled corporate world where I worked for twenty-five years. 

I am still an avid reader to this day and continue to get inspiration from other authors.  I am amazed and awed by how certain writers are able to string wonderfully seductive words together and create vivid images of a situation, a person, or incident that leaves us wanting more.  I sometimes have to pause and re-read a passage to savor the sensual nature of the words and how compelling they are.  Authors are awesome creators of diversion for all of us.

2.      How did you come up with your idea for your novel?
I’m a sucker for romance.  The way I met my husband and our courtship inspired me to write the story of Julien and Charly in Seattle Delight.

I was living in Seattle and met my husband when interviewing for a job with his company.  There was mutual interest between us from that first meeting.  When we finally started dating a few months after our first meeting, we had the best time.  He introduced me to things of a sophisticated nature and I introduced him to spontaneity and whimsical fun. 

When we were living in Hong Kong for a year I had a lot of time on my hands.  I was not working as I had left a job for this opportunity to live abroad.  I felt this hiatus from work was the perfect time to put pen to paper and write a story that reflected some of what we experienced.  Of course, we didn’t have a yacht, or a limousine and my husband is not French but it was the essence of what we experienced and felt that I wanted to capture.

I let my husband read the first draft of the book on one of our flights back to the States for a short visit.   It was a fourteen hour flight and what else is there to do but read or watch a movie?  He read the book and laughed out loud several times.  That’s when I knew I had captured the essence of my intent.  It swelled my heart to hear that laughter.

3.      What expertise did you bring to your writing?
I worked in the corporate world for twenty-five years as a senior executive in human resources.  In that position, I was responsible for writing official company policies, procedures, investigation reports, and position papers in response to EEO complaints. This is highly specific, technical writing that must be clear, concise and convincing.  I received several compliments and was sought after to perform this type of writing over my career.

While writing in the corporate world was a far cry from writing a romance or romantic suspense novel, it provided good discipline for writing in general.

Now, I can be whimsical and explore whatever I want.  I can have fun with the writing and the characters.  I feel a freedom and I relish that.

4.     As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
I am working feverishly to complete the editing of my first romantic suspense novel.  It is set in Minnesota and Alaska and I hope people find it to be a fast moving, yikes – I’m scared, kind of book.  

I am also working on finishing the very first novel idea I ever came up with many years ago but never finished.    I had completed 120 pages of this specific novel and presented to two of my very close girlfriends when we were on one of our trips to the Grand Canyon.  They have been begging me since they read those first 120 pages for the rest of the story.  I want to finish it not just for me but for them.  They still ask me about it to this day.

Then there is the sequel to Seattle Delight.  Julien and Charly are not finished with their journey together.  I actually love both of these characters and it is so fun to pretend I’m Charly when I am writing.

In between all of this I have started a blog and continue to work on my website. 

5.      If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?
I love Charly from Seattle Delight.  She is funny, independent, sarcastic, strong, clumsy, naïve, curvy and has naturally curly hair.  I adore her inability to filter what she says out loud.  She makes me smile and I created her.  Go figure!

I appreciate the love and respect she has for her not so hip, wound a bit tight, mother; her sister and her father.   While Charly appears to work hard to antagonize her mother and ignore her mother’s suggestions – ergo orders – her love for her mother is obvious.

I think Charly is who I would have liked to be in my early 30’s. 

6.     When did you first decide to submit your work?  Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step.
You are right. This is a huge step; a scary step; a necessary step. 

I am serious about my writing and moving forward with this second career.  In order to do this, I had to take this step. 

I discussed this step with a few of my girlfriends and they were very supportive.  They are my guide, my constant source of support, and my biggest fans.  If these wonderful women say I should do this, who am I to mistrust their guidance at this stage in my life? 

So, here I am, bearing my soul with responses to theses interview questions and in my writing.  It is a very difficult thing to let go of your writing and let others critique it.  No mother wants to hear anything bad about any of her children. I am no different about my children (my writing). 

7.      Do you outline your books or just start writing?
I think of a story and I start writing.  When I have completed the first chapter, I think about where the story is going, who the characters will be, conflict, etc.  I can fit all of my musings on one page.  Crazy eh!

I then develop the story as I write.  I think about where I want it to go each time I sit down at the computer.  I research as I need to and then write some more.  It sounds quite simple and mundane but there is nothing quite like the thrill of being “in the zone” and cranking out 2000 words in a few hours; words that actually make sense at the time.

When I go back through the book, once it is finished, I draft more of an outline to ensure I am not duplicating scenes; I have gone where I want to go and the characters are who I want them to be, and I delete characters and scenes that are superfluous to the story.  I love this, the editing phase of writing.

8.     How do you maintain your creativity?
I believe our creativity is found in life around us if we are open to it.  Think about all the people you know, things you have done, experiences you or others have had, and work you have done.  All of these things stimulate your creativity and can be used as fodder for characters and stories.  All of the things I have experienced certainly play into the development of my characters and stories.

As long as I live I won’t lack for character or story ideas.  Be careful friends and family members.  You never know when something you say or do may be used to stimulate my creativity.  Wink Wink!


9.     Do you belong to a critique group?  If so, how does this help or hinder your writing?
I have not belonged to critique groups in the past, nor do I belong to one now.  Do I think they could be helpful?  Absolutely!  I believe to benefit from the critique group you need to find one that you gel with.  There are lots of groups out there but finding the right one with just the right amount of give and take for your genre is not as easy as it might seem.

I like face-to-face meetings and finding critique groups that meet regularly face-to-face is difficult.  I like to discuss things with people more than once a month.  Online chatting is just not as effective for me. 

Will I join a critique group?  I am still searching for the right one.  When I find it, I will definitely join for the support, camaraderie and advice.

10.  What would you want your readers to know about you that is not in your bio?
My bio is short and sweet without divulging much about me.  I shared the first bio I wrote with a friend.  She told me it sounded like I was preparing one of my legal, no-nonsense descriptions and I needed to spice it up.  I told her, “Debbie, I’m not good at describing myself.  I’ve always done it from a résumé perspective.”  So, Debbie and her husband actually wrote the bio that is found on my web page and in the preface of the book.

I am a loyal and loving friend.  If you are my true friend, you will be my friend for life.  I have friends from eons ago and when we talk or see each other, which may not be often, it is like we were never apart.  I treasure those long-lasting and bonded friendships.

I am generous to a fault and that has caused me some heartache in the past.  But, it appears my heart is big because I keep giving and loving it more all the time.

I am fun, spontaneous and up for just about anything at any time.  I enjoy traveling with a couple of my long-time girlfriends, Bev and Patty.  We have traveled together once a year since 1997.  We are all so compatible that the trips we take are relaxing and totally fun.

Bev and I spent seven days/nights rafting down the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon.  Yes, I have peed in the Colorado River and I am proud of it. 

I am not necessarily athletic and I don’t camp so I wondered how I would do running the rapids, camping on sandbars or along the shore of the Colorado River, using a pup tent and peeing in the river.  I surprised myself and did just fine, Thank you very much.  In fact, it was one of the wildest and most fun trips I have ever taken. 

I love my family, my dog and my husband for sticking by me through thick and thin and there have been plenty of both in my life.  Awesome people surround me!


Thank you again for this interview.  I appreciate you taking the time to host me on your blog. 

Bonne Journée
Charlotte Stout




EXCERPT: 
Chapter One

“Hey, watch it,” Charly said as someone bumped her table and precious drops of the caffeine laced fuel danced across the table.  She couldn’t afford to lose a microgram of caffeine. Not today – well not any day!  Considering she’d written two lines and a finished first draft of her book was due in two months, she knew she was in a world of hurt.

Charly turned to see who had been so rude.  Okay, as a romance writer it was Charly’s job to write about hunks but what she saw before her left her breathless.  Looking at her with Caribbean Sea blue eyes, copper skin, and dark hair falling in waves to the top of his shoulders was a God.

“Pardon, I am so sorry,” he said in a deep, richly accented voice bowing his head in her direction. 
His eyes – those incredible blue eyes were intently focused on Charly making her feel self-conscious.  Charly regretted that she hadn’t taken more care with her appearance this morning.  Her damp hair was a mass of unruly curls, her face devoid of makeup with the exception of a dab of lip-gloss.  Charly rested her chin in her right hand appreciating the view before her until she laid a finger on her upper lip.  Panic rose within her; she felt it and if he noticed it she would be mortified.  Damn, why hadn’t she waxed her mustache last night?   Why did women get mustaches in the first place? It’s not like we don’t have enough to worry about. 




AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Charlotte lives in Arizona with her hunky husband Warren, and her spoiled Silky Terrier, Tess. Her life has been filled with serious endeavors, including earning a Master's degree, owning her own business, consulting and working in the corporate world as a human resources executive. Before penning her first novel, Charlotte had written several practical guides for business applications, not exactly steamy stuff. Luckily, she never lost sight of her dream to write a novel that would encompass her passion for gorgeous men, adventure and a love of life. Enjoy


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