Welcome to day three of the Getting to Know You Blog Hop. I was chosen for this event by Vicki M. Taylor, http://vickimtaylor.blogspot.com, an author and blogger. She created this hop and made it happen for me along with other talented authors/bloggers.
There are an eclectic choice of bloggers for this hop and it will run from January 29, 2013 to February 1, 2013, so each day, I’ll be posting something more about myself as well as hopping to my fellow authors’ blogs. I’d like to thank Vicki for inviting me to join in this exciting experience!
Let’s get started on getting to know me.
Do you ever wish you had an entirely uncreative job?
A resounding NO! I’ve worked in jobs that were “uncreative” and I hated it. BORING, BORING, BORING!
I am a child welfare supervisor in my “real life” and I get to make up creative ways to motivate my staff and keep up morale. I can’t imagine my life without creativity.
What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
I think time management is very important. I have to know what my limits are and I have to stick strictly to that. If you can’t or don’t manage your time, then you will go nuts.
I also believe that positivity is important. I won’t lie; I got very discouraged by the rejection letters I received, but I didn’t give up. I kept going. I promised myself I wouldn’t quit.
Another thing that I think an author has to keep in mind is that marketing is the most important piece of getting your book into the hands of readers and this can be brutal. At first the marketing piece felt like a full time second job. However, my time management needs kicked in and I had to learn to take time out and regroup. I don’t want to burn out. Sometimes promoting your book will be discouraging. The majority of people will tell you they aren’t interested in carrying your book. Nonetheless, keep plugging away. Use local contacts and resources to try to introduce your book and gather interest.
What was the greatest thing you learned at school?
Typing ranks first.
But, with that being said, what I’ve learned in the real world has been more important than anything I could have possibly learned in school. However, in graduate school, much of the subject matter will be very useful for my future books. I majored in forensic psychology and one of the projects I’m working on involves a serial killer and a forensic psychologist. Understanding criminal behavior has been very valuable in creating the plot of that book as well as developing the characters.
Excerpt from THE FINE LINE
From the corner of her eye, she saw Matt leaning against the doorframe in his old grey sweats, work boots, and old torn t-shirt. His eyes bored into her as he continued watching her.
“You are hot,” he said.
She glanced down at herself. She wore a pair red sweat pants, flip-flops, and a tie-died t-shirt. Her hair pulled up onto her head in a ponytail, she felt grimy. Working on the house all day took its toll. “Well, let me tell you, Dr. Gregory,” she replied as she continued working on the mural, “I don’t feel hot.”
“I decided to see if the fireplace in the living room works after all of the money we’ve thrown into having it restored. It’s our first official night in the house, you know.”
“Yes. I know. Exciting isn’t it?”
“The fireplace seems to be working pretty well.”
“That’s good,” she said with a nod as she put more paste on the wallpaper cut out.
“The electric furnace seems to be working pretty well too. You’re not cold are you?”
“No, not at all. You’re a miracle man my dear.”
“I am. I know,” he replied with a confident shrug.
She bent over to grab something else for the mural and felt his hands on her waist. When she stood, she felt his breath on her neck. “Why don’t you take a break for a little bit?” he suggested.
Before she replied, the kitchen door slammed, not just once, but several times. It startled them both. Robin looked at Matt. “Think it’s your brother?” she whispered.
“You’re a mood killer, Charley,” Matt shouted, “we’re upstairs.”
No one answered, but distinct footsteps trudged up the stairs. Robin followed Matt to the hallway expecting to greet Charley. To her astonishment, no one was there.
She watched as Matt looked over the banister. He turned to her and shrugged. Robin felt unsettled.
The kitchen door slamming the night she and Wendy were in the house came rushing into her mind.
“I can tell you’re spooked. Stay here. I’ll go check it out,” Matt said.
“No. You’re not leaving me up here,” she whispered.
They made their way down the wooden stairs, Matt in front and Robin following. As they stood in the hallway, the sound of the wood in the fireplace crackling and the furnace in the basement running was all they could hear. No one else seemed to be in the house.
Robin’s facial expressions were undeniable.
“Robin,” he began, “this house is old. It’s going to have noises we’re not used to, you know?” His explanation, while realistic and logically, really didn’t explain anything in her mind.
“But, doors slamming? The doors are brand new,” she objected.
Matt stayed quiet.
“This same thing happened to Wendy and me when we were measuring the windows,” she added.
“The kitchen door slammed. No one was here but us. I know I shut the door when we came in, too.”
“It’s nothing,” he continued. “We’re just jumpy. It’s a new place. It’s old.”
Against all logic, Robin agreed with Matt’s interpretation.
Thank you for reading a bit about me and I’d like to introduce you to other authors along this hop. Their links are below: