Taryn’s chat with Rebecca York!

I’m pleased to introduce the indomitably wonderful Rebecca York! Thank you so much for coming over to the blog! Here’s a little snippet about Ms. York.

Rebecca York is the author of 140 published books, mostly romantic suspense, which, means she spends most of her time sitting and writing.  Her latest release is Harlequin Intrigue, HER BABY’S FATHER, about a woman who goes back in time to save the man she loves. SHATTERED MAGIC,  a medieval fantasy novella, was out last month. Her Decorah Security series (DARK MOON, CHAINED and AMBUSHED) is at Amazon, BarnesandNoble.com, and other e-book outlets.

@rebeccayork43 on Twitter and at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-York/122426234846?ref=hl  on Facebook.
 

 

1.   Who was your first author crush and why.

Ray Bradbury.  A lot of my early reading was science fiction short stories, and his were some of the best.

 

2.  What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known?

I always loved making up stories.  But I thought I could never write professionally because my teachers discouraged me so relentlessly.  I am dyslexic.  And I can’t spell.  And teachers always marked down my papers for poor spelling. 

So I didn’t even dare think about a writing career until the seventies, when I was a stay-at-home mom with two small children in Columbia, Maryland.  I wanted a part-time job and wondered if I could sell articles to one of my local newspapers.  (Back then, there were five of them in town.)

I approached one and sold the editor an article about a seminar I’d taken for women who were trying to make career choices. (My husband proofread it for me, and he’s proofread all my work ever since.) They paid me $10 for 1,500 words, although it probably took me 25 hours to write the piece.

At the time, the idea of sitting down to write a novel would have been too intimidating.  I had written hundreds of articles for local papers and then national magazines before I ever thought about a longer work.

While I was getting a solid background in nonfiction, I started taking a class at my local community college that was run as a writing seminar.  Participants brought what they were working on and read it—articles, chapters of books, poems, essays.  I learned a lot about novel writing by listening to the chapters of other students and participating in the critiques.  Since I had always wanted to write fiction, the class made me long to write my own novel. Because my main reading as a teenager was science fiction, mystery, and suspense, I started with what I knew.  And since I was still worried about  length, I decided to try a juvenile science fiction novel (40,000 words).

I read my chapters in class, got feedback, and learned how many more skills it takes to write fiction than nonfiction.  About a year later, I decided I’d absorbed everything I could from the teacher and formed my own critique group where writers could bring their works in progress and get feedback. (Thirty years later, we’re still meeting—with a number of the same people and some newcomers.)  It was only after I’d sold my science fiction novel, INVASION OF THE BLUE LIGHTS, that I started writing romance. 

I suppose the short answer is—it was a long journey.

 

3.  What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)?

Well, I don’t like to get stuck on Chapter Thirteen, or page 13 or 113.  I write on a laptop and take it all over the house. Right now I’m on the “catio” (the screened porch that I built to air out the cats) with Ozzie, my crazy mom cat.  (Her daughter is Harriet.)  When it’s cold, I like to curl up under the covers with my laptop and a warm cat. In winter I also love writing in the sun room surrounded by potted plants and flowers.  I love working at home and stopping to cook or garden.  Because I’m married to “mister travel,” we take frequent trips. After RWA this year, we stayed in California for an extra week.  Before that we were on a river cruise in Belgium and Holland. Our next big trip will be to Turkey next spring.

 

4.  Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator… 

The clown is mugging behind the priest’s back.  The priest sees him from the corner of his eye and is praying that they won’t get stuck in the elevator together.  And the writer is praying that they will—because it would make such good material for a book.

5.  Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other: 

Chocolate                           or            *flowers

*Talk                            or            Text

Mountains                          or            *Beach

Cowboy                               or            *Marine

*Wine                                        or            Beer

*Cats                                            or            Dogs

Ebooks                                 or           *Paperbacks

Pantser                                                or            *Plotter

Batman                                                or            *Superman

Ability to fly                       or            *Power to be invisible

*Prius                                         or            Hemmie

Follow the rules               or            *Break the rules

*TV                                  or            Movies

*NY                                 or            LA

*Vampires                        or            Angels

Fall                                         or            *Spring

*Neat                                          or            Messy

*Werewolf                      or            Genie

*Tell jokes                        or            Pull pranks

*Home cooked meals               or            Go out to a restaurant

Tuesday chat with Lilly Cain

Hi folks! I couldn’t be more pleased to introduce my latest guest, author Lilly Cain! I love her Confederacy series with Carina (the third one comes out later this month!) and she’s great to up-and-comers like my self to boot! So nice, in fact, she’s GIVING AWAY a copy of one of her latest release Return to Me, to one lucky commenter! Great or what? Here’s her bio…



Lilly Cain is an erotic romance author, published with Red Sage Publishing, Carina Press and independently. A mother of two, and a lover of coffee, vodka and chocolate, she writes stories of sizzling erotic romances where the lovers aren’t always human. Most recently she published her first indie short novella – Return To Me – a Celtic paranormal.
Lilly Cain
Return To Me – May 15, 2012 – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0083IOQ3S

Without further ado…the interview!
1.      Who was your first author crush and why?
Mercedes Lackey, although it was a tough competition between her and Anne McAffrey. I loved their fantasy worlds – so well built yet so simple. I wanted to live there, flying with dragons or speaking to spirit horses. I still do.
2.      What was your first clue you were a writer? Was it a long journey or a short one? Have you always known?
I loved English class so much I wrote one of my sisters papers – way back when she was in Jr. High. She got an A, and was terribly embarrassed when her teacher wanted to enter it in a competition. I told her to go for it! From then on I wrote as many stories as possible.
3.      What are some of your writer-esque quirks (do you have to be in your pjs? always facing the door? Do people look at you after something funny happens and say ‘that’s going in a book, isn’t it?’)?
I’ve had a few people give me strange looks, but it’s usually after something I say, like – that would be a great way to dispose of a body. As for quirks, I like to write with my laptop on my lap, sitting in my big overstuffed brown chair, rather than at the very nice, large desk with its ergonomic chair just a few steps away.
4.      Finish this joke: A clown, a priest and a writer all get onto an elevator…
The elevator shuts down, halfway between floors, trapping them. The clown says “My God! Is that you, Father Cedric? Please pray to God and get us out of here!”
The Priest replies “Yes, my son, it’s me. But the Father must want you to have some time to think, and perhaps to talk with me about what’s happening in your life, or we wouldn’t be here.”
The clown sighs and sadly admits, “I’ve been a bad man, Father.  I’ve become a thief.” He begins to pull objects out of his clown outfit: a laptop, a giant chocolate bar and a dozen Starbucks cards, and finally a large bottle of vodka.
The Priest replies.  “You will have to take it all back to the rightful owners.” He turns to the writer who has been watching the whole thing. “Since there’s no privacy and you’ve heard this poor man’s confession, perhaps you would like to say something as well?”
“Well, I’ve just come up with a new way to hide two bodies while sitting in an elevator…”
5.      Speed round: Without giving it too much thought, pick which one you favour over the other: 
Chocolate                   or         flowers
Talk                        or         Text
Mountains                    or         Beach
Cowboy                        or         Marine
Wine                                  or         Beer
Cats                                    or         Dogs
Ebooks                or         Paperbacks
Pantser                          or         Plotter
Batman             or         Superman
Ability to fly                  or         Power to be invisible
Prius                                  or         Hemmie
Follow the rules            or         Break the rules
TV                           or         Movies
NY                         or         LA
Vampires                      or         Angels
Fall                         or         Spring
Neat                             or         Messy
Werewolf                     or         Genie
Tell jokes                     or         Pull pranks
Home cooked meals     or         Go out to a restaurant

Acking and Hacking…

Acking comes from the whole ‘Ack I’m not finished the Damn Book yet’. I’m close, but something is missing. I have a general idea of what is going to happen but someone is dragging their feet getting there. Not sure if its the mc who doesn’t want to face what’s happened to her family, Tyr who doesn’t want to fess up to what he’s done or me because if I finish the book then it will be over. I know this is the first book in at least four, so I won’t technically be away from these characters for long, but it’s like going to visit friends sometimes. You really don’t want to go, you’re having such a good time with them (or in this case, awful things are happening and you don’t want to leave them just yet). It’s not like I won’t have to go back and edit this one before I let it see the light of another person’s hard drive, except my CP (God bless and keep you!). I’m being a ninny, I know I’m being a ninny and still… I’m a ninny.

The Hacking comes from being sick. A good patient, I do not make. I’m not the one who wants to cuddle and get kisses and be coddled. Don’t give me chocolates or stuff animals, magazines or books I haven’t chosen myself. Leave me alone, preferably WAAAY alone. I do not want to be touched. I’m gross and phlemy and if you want to touch me like this you’re insane and I have no bones about telling you…and while I’m picking these bones, there’s a list I’ve been meaning to ‘discuss’ with you. I have to do a lot of apologizing when I get better. Most people I love know to leave me alone, when I’m sick. They pop in to make sure I’m eating (something I don’t do much of when sick, which makes me more sick, I know), might cook me soup (I love soup) but they don’t interact much with me. And I’m grateful. I had to put on my ‘Happy Face’ for the kiddos that came to visit today. Which makes me grumpy, because I’m hacking and coughing and sputtering and going through tissues a box at a time. The kids think I’m a freaking moron, my cousin gives me a pitying look, and my mother tries to keep me away from everyone so I won’t have too much apologizing. And my cat tries to permanently attach herself to my lap…even while standing. She loves the computer, the table I’m sitting at, she’ll even give the kidlets love (not much mind, she’s a little skittish around the minis), all in an effort to make me feel better. I love her, I really do, but come on. Cuddle on the bed, while I’m sleeping.

Now excuse me while I continue acking and hacking my way to THE END. My book will not die at this point.