Labotomy of a Writer

I just have to keep talking about this great book! Keep in mind folks, that normally a review for me involves checking grammar and finding plot holes, then making suggestions to fix any problems. So, this is my first attempt at a "review" not an "edit" so to speak.

"Vampire Vacation" is written by the lovely C.J. Ellisson. I have not known her very long, meeting just recently through the blogosphere, but she has become a true inspiration for me. I am truely honored I was able to read this - and own a signed unproofed copy of this great work.

"Vampire Vacation" takes place in cold Alaska at a "special" getaway just for vampires. Vivian, the heroine of the story, is an older (seriously, 580 something years!) vampire that has an amazing power! Not only does she just radiate sex appeal, she can make others feel the same! I fact, she is so powerful that she can get another to climax just by thinking about it! Now, you can't tell me that is not awesome! I'm sure everyone here would have fun with an ability like that.

Well Vivian definitely has fun with her powers! As the owner and hostess of the inn, she makes sure to provide her guests with any thing (and literally any thing) they desire. Her husband, Rafe, helps run the place and entertain the guests - and is often a co-conspirator in Vivian's sexy projections.

But what will they do when a dead body turns up? Sure, it could be a vampire that got out of control with a feeding - but really? Vivian would never allow such a thing to happen in her place! What are they do to? They have guests arriving soon, plans, and schedules. Rafe is there to help clean up until they can figure out what to do.

The guests arrive and of course, Vivian just has to have a little fun with them! (The scene is so hot, I had to put the book down for a moment, to catch my breath!) But while Vivian, Rafe and the guests are all having fun and trying to enjoy their vacation, Vivian worries about the body. How did it get there? Who did it? She calls in the help of Jonathan, the resident wereworlf to help.

Jonathan's sense of smell is able to give Vivian and Rafe a key clue to who the killer is - but they are still not certain. In fact, it becomes a personal issue with Vivian because that means her 580 year old senses missed something - or messed something up years before.

As the story progresses, the tension gets thicker and the sex gets hotter! When one of the guests turns up with some memory loss, Vivian uses her mind powers to find the truth about what happened. The poor girl was abused but had no memory of the happening! It was powerful being that could do such a thing - but is that the proof Vivian needs to know what to do next?

She calls in the help of a friend, vampire by the name of Cy. He sends Asa, a body guard of sorts, with military training. Asa starts to set up a better security system in order to keep the guests - and the staff - safe.

Now, this is where I am torn whether to give away the ending or leave you in suspsense! I think I'll leave you in suspense.

I sitting on the edge of my seat as the final scenes happened. One of the staff is bitten by the mysterious killer and almost died. Vivian saved his life by turning him but it left her weakened. Her husband donated but it still wasn't enough. The other vampire guests helped her regain her strength. Then everyone - including the guests - worked out a plan to catch the killer.

Everyone spread out on the property and started hunting. Remember they are in Alaska - and night has fallen. They have to worry about the cold - for even vampires and werewolves can't survive in it forever. Finally, the start pushing the killer closer and closer to the main building of the Inn.

Vivian used her mind powers to create this powerful illusion to trap the person responsible! It was very detailed, down to the smell and how the villian reacted to the nude scene laid before him. He of course fell right into the trap!

The villian was defeated in the end - I will say that much - but I'm not going to tell you who he was, who killed him, or how! You will have to make sure you pick up a copy of this book to find out! I can tell you - it blew me out of the water!

Every detail of this book is important. The ending wrapped everything up so nicely that I felt the need to reread the book just to see if my brain had missed a detail that came about in the ending - or if I had missed a joke or sarcastic comment somewhere. While I was glad how it ended, I was a bit dissapointed - but only because I wanted to read more! I'm so glad that CJ will write a second to this! I will definitely read it!

The story was written very well - clear and concise. The characters were fantastic and very unique. I think Rafe and Drew (don't know why Drew - he was a pretty minor character really) were my favorites - although Vivian definitely was a badass! I can't express how fantastic this book was! CJ is an amazing writer and I am honored to know her!

I will let you all know when her book is out there so you can rush to go buy it! It is a great read and you won't regret the loss of sleep! I sure didn't!

(So, how did I do for my first non-edit review? Let me know if you have any pointers for this type of review because I'm clueless!)

I was honored to interview author CJ Ellisson yesterday. Today, we'll be talking about her novel "Vampire Vacation". I was lucky enough to read the story before publication! I also have a signed unproofed copy! Woot!

It was a great read! I couldn't put it down and ended up staying up all night to read it. Instead of doing a review today, I decided to get some information about it straight from the author!

I'd be honored if you did a review, Harley - any time or words you care to share on the book I'm grateful for.

I might do that one of these days, CJ! In fact, I'll post it up this Sunday. (Note: it'll be on autopost since I'll be gone this weekend!)

Okay CJ, tell us what is the genre (and/or subgenres) for "Vampire Vacation"?

I think it would be a contemporary fantasy or an urban fantasy. It's the "urban" part of the genre name that throws me. If the term specifically means a city then I'm out of luck with the story taking place in remote Alaska.

Subgenres? Hmm... I'd say suspense, a little mystery and erotica as well.

What would you say, Harley? You read it!

Well I would definitely go with contemporary fantasy. Suspense definitely and erotica has to be there too. Give a little pitch about the book.

Here is the proposed jacket copy for the book:

Meet Vivian. She’s a 580-year-old vampire who exudes sex, has a talent for drama, and is passionate about two things: her human husband, Rafe, and their resort for the undead. Her ability to project physical illusions have created the perfect vacation spot—a dark, isolated Alaskan hideaway where visitors can have their wildest fantasies come true.

Vivian knows the best performance requires perfect timing, but the powerful vamp is put to the test when she discovers a corpse in a locked guestroom minutes before the next arrivals. Always cool-headed, Rafe hides the body, convinced that he and Vivian can find the culprit without disturbing their guests.

Juggling the increasingly outrageous demands of their customers while tracking a killer isn’t easy. Will their poking and prodding give them the answers they need, or will it uncover secrets that Vivian would kill to protect?

Wildest fantasies ay? I want to go there! How did the idea for this great novel come to you?

Great question! I have been an avid reader for decades. And have loved this genre before it had a name and I had to search for titles all over Amazon and the bookshelves in stores to find new authors. One thing I saw lacking was a happily married heroine.

Did publishers not know that married people have great sex and small conflicts daily? Why were stories always about couples that just meet and then we never get to see what happens down the line? The small things that drove the couple apart throughout the first book don't magically disappear in the relationship. But the relationship must grow together to absorb these irritations and survive.

I wanted a book with all the sexy vamps I was reading, but wanted it told from the vampire's point of view. I also wanted her to be strong and not need her hero, but to want him with every cell of her being. I wanted a married couple that always had each others back and never let the other one down when it really counted. Someone to love and drive you slightly crazy-- isn't that what marriage truly is?

That is very true. I enjoyed the relationship between Vivian and Rafe - you portrayed it in a very real light - it wasn't cheesy, cliche, or over done. What was your inspiration for your characters - especially Vivian and Rafe?

Yes, I'm embarrassed to admit the inspiration for Vivian was me. Please, before you all start laughing, let's keep in mind that I started this book as an escape because I was sick. It was my fantasy - what would I be if I was a vampire? Well dammit, of course, I'd look freakin hot and be powerful - what kind of person paints themselves into a fantasy as an ugly weakling? Not me, that's for sure.

And yes, my husband Pete was the inspiration behind Rafe. But more of what I dreamed my husband could be. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy to death, but he is not Rafe at all when the chips are down. I just borrow some of the things he says and puts them into Rafe's mouth.

Asa is inspired by my real life nephew named Asa, who is a mortar man in the Army, currently serving in Afghanistan. The real Asa doesn't act, look or talk like my character, but he did help me pick the weapons the character would use.

I also have his younger brother, Eric, who recently passed away, in the second book as a werewolf. The third brother, Justin, will be introduced in the third book as a magic user.

I took names and traits from other family members as well. Jerry, the engineer, is based on my father (ex-army) - who also did research and picked out the gun his character would be using. Dr. Margery Cook looks like and is named after my mom.

The vampire Cy is based on my brother's character, Cy Whitfield, in a virtual reality game called Second Life (SL), which I am still learning how to use (it's a pretty complicated "game"). His werewolf wife in the book, Cali, is based on a former girlfriend of his whom I became friends with in SL.

Let's see... Drew Lipshultz is named after my neighbor, but his attributes do not match the real Andy. Minor characters were named after supportive fans - Debi, Michelle, Angie. Oh, and I even had a contest for supporters to name the villain.

What can I say? Names are hard and I'm so new to writing that pulling my friends and connections into the story made it really come alive for me.

I think a lot of writers pull family and friends into their stories without knowing it. We write what we know! And don't be embarrassed that Vivian is modeled after you. Why is that embarrassing? Vivian is a great heroine! If she was an "ugly weakling" as you say, then you can be embarrassed - especially since I highly doubt you are "weak" and you're definitely NOT ugly!

Anyway, the next question, do you have an agent and a publisher lined up for this novel? Have you started submitting queries yet? (Or Are you self-publishing?)

I'm represented by Kristin Lindstrom, of Lindstrom Literary Management. She liked my query and asked for the full - and she was not the first one. But I will say this - she was the first one who did not represent mostly romance writers and did not expect a certain formula when she read my book.

Other successful agents passed it by, some with comments and some not, but mostly all thought it didn't fit the "mold" of what publishers were looking for in anything remotely romance-y. And unfortunately, with the amount of sex I have in the book I was worried about sending it to agents not in the romance field.

Currently, the manuscript is out with eight publishers. I'm not sure what the future holds for the book, but I'm hopeful and excited. And considering this all happened in a year, you can add grateful to that list as well.

I'm sure you'll make it! I can't wait to see it on the shelves! CJ has provided up with Chapter One of "Vampire Vacation" to entice all you readers out there! (Seriously, she'll hook you with the first line!) It is the entire chapter so it's long - even for me! But I just couldn't cut this down for a shorter excerpt!

I open the door to find a body at my feet. The rich smell of blood causes my canines to lengthen. Reaching out in the darkness, I flip on the switches. Light comes on across the room, illuminating the dead guy lying face down in front of me. The whole scene makes me wish I’d stayed in bed today, curled up next to my warm husband.

“Crap, look at the rug.”

Okay, out loud that sounds rather dispassionate. Whoever this poor stiff is, he’s dead. I’m the one left with a huge mess on my hands and guests arriving within the hour. Good thing I caught this before one of the maids did. Their screams from the last time were a devil to calm down.

Reaching out with my mind, I connect with my husband in a soft electrical tingle of sensation.

Rafe? There’s a dead guy in suite six. We’ve got to move fast before the next group arrives.

Rafe’s rugged face appears in my head. My extended consciousness lets me see the room around him as well as hear his thoughts. He’s leaning against the sink in our private kitchen, wearing a robe, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

Does it look like an accidental overfeeding? His mental voice sounds incredulous. We haven’t had one of those in years.

No, there’s way too much blood. Can you come up here and help me?

Sure, Dria. I’m fresh out of the shower—give me a couple minutes.

I step over the body and into the room, closing the door behind me with a soft snick of the catch. I’d rather not have the guests get a whiff of this mess. Some of them would probably think we did it on purpose for “ambiance”. But others might not.

Walking over to the bench at the end of the bed, I sit then look around the suite. A king-size bed, neatly made, gleaming dark furniture and lush brocade fabrics greet me. Nothing but the corpse looks out of place. The stark white face turned toward me doesn’t look familiar. I’m sure he isn’t a mate of one of the vampire masters staying here; I make it a point to meet all of them when they arrive.

Examining his brown hair and twenty-something face, I don’t recognize him as a vampire servant either. Not many have come to stay with the current crop of undead we’ve got right now. Who else?

The blood arouses my basic vampire needs while confusing my train of thought. I concentrate, trying to clear my head. Think, dammit, think!

Could he be a companion? A lot of masters bring “food” with them. Being a full-service hotel we can provide all the needs of our guests, but some still insist on BYOB.

His oxford shirt and ragged jeans rule him out as an employee. Unless he’s an off-duty new hire I’m unaware of.

Rafe, have we hired anyone new?

Not in at least a month. You’ve met everyone. My husband hesitates for a moment. Send me his face and I’ll let you know if he looks familiar.

I concentrate to project the image from my mind to Rafe’s. My strong ability enables me to share the entire experience with him if I wish. I could send the metallic smell filling the air, the sticky congealing blood pooled about the victim’s head, or the dark essence of death that lingers after a vicious kill, but choose to limit it only to the image.

No, I don’t recognize him either, Rafe confirms. Damn, Tommy’s flagging me down. Give me a minute and I’ll be right up.

Hurry, please. We’ve got guests coming in, I glance down at my ever-present watch, forty-five minutes!

Rafe ignores me. Typical. He’ll get here when he gets here. My muscles tense up while I fight an urge to pace. I’m starting to freak out a bit. Who could’ve killed this poor guy? And why? Why here for that matter? I’ve seen my share of corpses in my long undead life, but in the twenty years we’ve run this inn, there hasn’t been a single murder.

Okay, okay… let’s see. What should I do? Taking a deep breath in, I try to center my thoughts. Rich, aromatic blood rushes into my nostrils. That was a mistake. It smells so damn good. Fidgeting in my seat, I feel desperate to do something to distract myself from my desires.

We can’t call the police in this isolated area of Alaska. Not only would they take hours to arrive, but they wouldn’t be able to help once they got here either. I don’t want to think of the memory altering I’d have to do if they did show up. Instead, I can be the one to take notes and catalog evidence. That seems to work well on the detective shows.

I pat down my hips, realizing too late that the black clingy dress I’m wearing doesn’t have pockets. Where the hell is my notebook? I need it to write this stuff down.

Rafe! Are you coming?

No. Not yet, my dear. A masculine chuckle reaches my mind. I’m heading up the stairs now.

The hotel resembles a large T-shape, with the lobby being dead center where all the wings converge. Not wanting to send him back downstairs, I think about what lies between there and here.

I need a notebook and a pen to write down all the facts. Can you get them for me?

I think we need to cut back on the TV, Dria.

I can hear the smile coming through in his words. He read my mind and knows what I plan to do. Jerk. That man loves to pull my chain and live on the edge.

Relax, liebling, we’ll handle this.

Easy for you to say. You’re not a vampire sitting next to, I glance over at the large red stain around the victim’s head, what looks like three or four quarts of blood. Rafe’s my human husband. The mate bond ritual we shared sixty-five years ago, combined with our frequent, mutual blood exchange, keeps him from aging.

I hear Rafe hesitate on the wide, curving staircase leading up to the second floor. Damn him! I bet he is trying to place where he saw a notebook last. My teeth grind together in frustration. Some things never change, even when you’re undead and married. He never bothers to learn where we keep things. Okay, that’s not fair, he knows where his things are. Our bond may lend him a lot of my vampire strengths, but it doesn’t change his core of a normal, human male.

You’ll find pen and paper in the hall table, top drawer, outside suite seven.

I don’t need to see his smile to confirm he’s laughing at me. That’s okay. I’ll pay him back later. In spades.

You want to show me too, while you’re at it?

I focus my will and gather an image in my mind, picturing the last time I fed from my spouse. The delicious smell of his sweaty skin fills my head. The clean and musky memory triggers heat low in my middle. It spreads out at the mere reminder of the salty taste of piercing his flesh to drink. I feel the rush of his life-giving elixir fill my mouth and tease my taste buds with its power. I push the feelings, sensations, and pictures out to his mind just as he enters the suite.

Rafe stops the motion of the door before it hits the body. He staggers forward a bit as my mental projection slams into his mind. He’s holding the notebook and pen in one hand while gripping the doorknob tightly with the other.
“Whew! Alright already, I get the picture!”

I smile and pull the illusion away. Rafe closes the door and joins me on the other side of the corpse. I think I made my point. I may not need that much blood anymore, but he certainly enjoys the little bit I do take when we make love.

He tosses the notebook, aiming straight for my head. Apparently, I struck a nerve with my teasing. Poor baby, turn-about is fair play.
I jot down the basics I’ve got for the dead guy–his age, race, brown hair, and what he’s wearing. Rafe squats near him. His gray dress slacks pull across his apple-cheeked ass and I once again lose my focus.

“Unlucky stiff,” Rafe comments. “What do you know so far?”

He looks back over his shoulder and smiles at me. My eyes are drawn up to his sparkling blue ones. Crap. What did he say? I scramble around for an answer.
“Umm…” Good God, I’ve got to get the hell away from all this blood, and soon. “I came in to do a last-minute check of the rooms before the MacKellan group arrives. Found him dead by the door, just like you see him now.”

“As far as wounds go, all I can see is this big dent in the back of his head.” He holds his fist out to the wound. “Looks like it could have been something this size. Think he could have another injury under him?” Putting words to action, Rafe places a hand under the corpse’s hip and shoulder, lifting him up to look. “Nothing in his chest.” He lowers the body back down to the carpet.

“You’re sure you don’t recognize him, right?” I ask.

“From his face? Nah. I’d have recognized that scar.” Rafe points out the small crescent-shaped scar on the left cheek, and I jot that down in my notebook. “Did you see his shoes?” Rafe nods in the direction of his feet. “He wouldn’t be walking around in those loafers outside for long. The winter temps here would freeze his toes off in minutes.” He looks back up at me, a frown creasing his forehead. “He’s fully human, right?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” I lean down to draw in a deep sniff of air from near the body. Subtle undertones of the victim’s personal scent seep into my brain. The pure, clean essence of his human blood overpowers everything else when I look for it. “He carries no blood marker from another vampire. Which means he is not a servant or a mate. He could be a companion who arrived late, someone we’re unaware of.”

“Good point.” Rafe stands up. “Who do we have left after yesterday’s departures?”

“Hmm, let’s see…” I step back from the body so I can think. “The Natsuhara group out in cabin two. Jet has his mate and one companion with them. There’s the loner in cabin five, Drew Lipshultz. Here in the main building, we’ve got Salvador’s group, a party of eight. They’re in the west wing. I don’t know why any of them would have a reason to be here in the north wing though.”

“This door was locked, right?”

I wave my handy master key card. “Yup.”

Rafe pats the dead guy’s pockets. “He’s very warm. Can’t have been dead too long.”

“No, you’re right. The maids would have been here this morning. I’m sure we would have heard their screaming if he was here then.”

“Hey, got a wallet.” Rafe holds up a tattered bi-fold. “Looks like there’s no ID. But I do see a credit card.” He takes it out, angling to read it. “John Pierre Vaughn. Ring a bell with you?”

“No. Don’t know it.” I glance around at the red mess. “This rug looks shot.”

Rafe ignores me. “What could he have been doing here? How did he get in?”

“Well, his stuff has got to be somewhere.” Scanning the room, I add, “I don’t see a coat or his bag.” I check the closet and the bath, shaking my head as I return. “Nope, nothing in there either.”

“Are you thinking the killer could be human?” Rafe stands, facing me.

“My first guess would be a human. Most vamps wouldn’t waste this much blood. Even though a newly turned fledgling only needs a quart a day, a vampire can drain a body if they want to.”

He smiles and leans forward, kissing me lightly on the mouth. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

“Ha! Like that would stop you.”

Rafe steps close, lifting a hand to run through my long copper hair. “You okay? You don’t seem yourself.”

“I’ll be good once we get rid of this body. I cannot freakin’ believe we’ve got this to contend with right now.” I sound a bit whiny, even to my own ears.

“It’ll come together. We’ll work it all out.” His calm sureness in life is always an amazing thing to experience. “After all, we’re on 10,000 acres in the middle of nowhere. It’s dark twenty hours a day and we control the only airstrip for miles around. Where is the killer going to go?”

He’s right. But the practical side of me keeps seeing only one thing: We have a dead guy, cooling fast, in our hotel room.

“You know something, hon?”

“What?” He sounds distracted.

“Trying to figure this out isn’t fun anymore and we’ve got people arriving in,” I cut my eyes down again to my watch, “thirty minutes. I can switch the MacKellans down one room, but we’ve got to move pronto. This guy’s going to start to stink soon and we need to make a good impression on the new arrivals.”

Pressure builds in my chest.

Rafe takes out a utility knife from the back of his slacks. I swear he would have made a great Boy Scout. He’s always so damn prepared.

“Are we agreed? I cut the carpet up and roll him inside?” He notices my gimlet stare. “Hey, I’m only asking because I don’t want you getting pissy with me if I cut it without checking.”

Pissy is a nice way to say bitchy, but I’m okay with that.

“No, you’re right. It’s ruined. Put him in one of the sheds outside, lock it up and we’ll talk again later about what to do.” The body will freeze solid out there in a few hours, but at least no one will smell him.

Rafe zips up the blade, jumps over the corpse, and lands light. He cuts a big rectangle into the rug and padding, starting about two feet out from the stain. Quick and sure, his movements accentuate a natural grace, one that flips all my switches.

A familiar wetness gathers in my panties while watching the muscles in his back work under his tight blue polo. The blood in the room arouses the predator in me, and due to my advanced age, it’s not blood I crave but sex. I remind myself, again, to stop breathing.

If I’m not careful to keep my thoughts tightly bound, Rafe will see the erotic image running through my mind of his bare shoulders between my thighs. I experience an all-over body shiver trying to pull myself together.

He looks up with a small smile on his face. Damn it, he saw.

“You’re a bad girl, you know that?”

“And you love it,” I purr.

He rolls the body in the carpet and hefts it over his shoulder in one smooth move. My gaze drops to his chest. Yum… that shirt shows off his definition nicely. My tongue snakes out to wet my lips. Good God, is it hot in here or is it me?

“Yeah, I do. I’ll deal with you later.” He winks. “Save that sexiness for the customers. They feed off you when you do. You exude sex.”

Our inn is renowned for helping to reveal hidden fantasies and bring them to the surface. It’s one of the big reasons clients come back again and again. That and the amazing sex they all have when they’re here as a result.

I stick my lip out in a pout. “Fine, but dead body or no dead body, I want you later. Better not tire yourself out… I have plans.”

He chuckles as he walks out the door. I’m sure you do, Dria, I’m sure you do.

Once he leaves, and takes the main source of blood with him, I take a deep cleansing lungful of air. I smack my palm to my forehead. Wake up! Shake it off!

Smoothing the fabric of the dress over my stomach and hips, I decide I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I leave, re-locking the door behind me. Glancing at my wrist, I note it’s twenty-two minutes until the new group arrives. Then it’s show time!

Thanks so much CJ for stopping by again! I hope this gets those publishers scrambling to publish this awesome book!

Thanks so much, Harley! I hope it proves successful for you on the blog!

To Find CJ on the Web::

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Yes, I just had to do another interview because CJ Ellisson is awesome! I first met her on Writing.com but we never really talked until I found her on the blogosphere. We exchange great emails now and I look forward to having her as a penpal while I am in Basic Training.

I recently got to read her novel "Vampire Vaction". It was a great read and I stayed up an entire night to read it - I just couldn't put it down! I'll have an "Book-interview" about it tomorrow!

So, CJ tell of us here a little about yourself.

I'm a happily married mother of two kids, ages 9 and 7. We live in northern Virginia where I was born, but I've also lived in New Jersey and Maine. I started writing a little over a year ago and now can't imagine my life without it.

I feel the same. Life just wouldn't be the same without writing. What made you decide to become a writer?

That is always an interesting one to answer. About two years ago I was pretty sick and going through a ton of medical tests. I had to give up my full time job because of my illness and soon my life slowly constricted to consist of family, friends and the girl scout meetings I led.

One fateful book club night I found out two friends were writing books, and I thought "Why not?" With encouragement from one friend, I started to write in February '09 and haven't looked back.

When the diagnoses came in for three separate diseases and treatment began (don't worry, none are life threatening), I found that writing gave me purpose and direction.

That is great to hear that you found something positive instead of dwelling on the negative. You are definitely an inspiration to a lot of people out there. Who inspires you to write?

No one. Just me. Writing is pretty solitary.

I can tell you who encourages me, though. First and foremost it would be the friend who believed in my writing and who finally agreed to become my writing buddy as I was close to finishing my book last year - Supriya Savkoor. She has taught me so much this past year and helped me to grow as a writer and a person. Next, I'd say my husband, my close friends, and supporters on facebook.

The early readers who read my work online have stuck by me from when the first chapters went up. Day to day they make me feel like my book and writings are indeed worthy. They encourage me with every word, every note, every post and every comment -- helping me to see I'm not alone on this new path in life.

It is great to have people out there that support you. You definitely have a fan here! How much has your life changed since you were published/started writing?

I'm embarrassed to admit I've written nothing else besides my first book, Vampire Vacation, part of the second book, and a few flash-fiction pieces for contests on WDC (Hey, do blogs count? ;-).

Life has changed only slightly so far. I've learned that I have to keep my mouth shut in public no matter what nastiness is spewed my way. And trust me, that's harder than it sounds for a certifiable bitch like me. ;-)

That is nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm pretty embarassed that I have about 12 novels in some state of writing or rewriting and 4 more waiting to get started - but none are even close to be ready for publication! It seems it takes me a while to write. How long does it take you to write a book and what is your schedule like when writing?

The first book took me a little over four months to write. I polished it for a few weeks, sent out some queries, got rejections and polished it again for two more months. I started the second book for National Novel Writing Month this past November, and had to drop out mid-way through when Vampire Vacation advanced in a huge contest and the full manuscript was due sooner than expected.

I try to write for a three to four hours a day when I am writing on a schedule and then I might take some down time with editing other writer's work or networking online. But this is a full-time job for me now. It's amazing how much time can get eaten up online if you let it (another topic for another day!).

Three to four hours a day? Wow! That is amazing. I would love to have that much time a day. Over the cours eof a week it might average out to that but my schedule is more like one hour a day then ALL day on hubby's day off! Whatever works right? So, do you character plot a great deal or have a detailed outline before you start writing, or do you write on the fly?

All the characters are live in my head - but I get lost in the small details from chapter to chapter like eye color and such for the secondary characters. Sometimes I brainstorm with friends on possible backgrounds for these characters so I can be sure what motivates them better as I'm developing them (which can be great fun if alcohol is involved).

I do have an outline, but it's loose. Four to six sentences at most, describing the main action and where I plan to place a sex scene. It's worked for me so far, but everyone creates differently. Believe it or not, I actually balance the sex within the story. My goal was to not have it overwhelm the book, but add to it.

I used to never outline but a workshop recently changed my view on it. Now I will create loose outlines too, to at least keep me on track! That really helps in the rewriting stage too, when the reviews and critiques start coming in. I can get lost in new ideas and suggestions and forget the point of my story. Do you have a critique group, editor, or do you self-edit?

Having only the one book to go with for experience, I can say I've certainly tried a gamut of resources. First, I was in two crit groups. I found some members gave better advice than others, but both moved incredibly slow. Next, I started posting on Writing.com (WDC) and got a ton of reviews on the early chapters of my work, which later led to a private group with 30+ writers offering me insights.

In conjunction to posting on WDC, I started a facebook business page where I posted the first seven chapters of my book. I got some great response and hundreds clammoring to read the rest. I started a private reading group with over 250 real readers giving me feedback and opinions. Their support helped beyond measure when I started getting harsh critiques, or bashing from judges, on my first-person present-tense style of writing.

I had a bunch of writers tell me no reader would be willing to make a switch to present tense, that they were used to reading past tense and mostly third person and I was never going to sell my book if I kept it the way it was. Having others, the real people in my reading group, share their thoughts helped me to ignore the nay-sayers and stand by my book.

As for self-editing? I needed help with the basics-- a lot of help. I went to school for science and art and had a professional career in banking and real estate. None of which prepared me to write with the professionalism and knowledge a true writer needs.

Supriya, my patient writing buddy, is a free-lance editor by trade. Having her walk me through the basics, teach me about formatting, and even politely *ahem* send me a document on correct comma usage made a huge difference from the beginning of the book to the end.

Once I had a core group of people who could help me with my punctuation and polishing (seriously, who knows all that stuff?) I tried Holly Lisle's One Pass Revision method. I printed out my entire manuscript and was shocked how many errors leapt off the page at me as opposed to viewing it on the computer screen. Her website is an incredible resource and I recommend it to writers of all levels.

I will have to try the facebook business page. That sounds like a great idea to network and get feedback. I'm sure it would make revising and such much easier too. What is the hardest part of writing that you've struggled with?

I could write a whole post on this one question because there is not just one aspect that has been hard. But many. I think that's what happens when you have no formal training and learn as you go.

Specifically, in my first book I can point to an actual chapter. Interestingly enough, it's chapter number thirteen. I had the scene in my head for a long time. I envisioned all this pain and angst on the protagonist's part and I had no idea how to convey it well in words. I'd only been writing for two months or so and felt way, way over my head.

I put it off, I hemmed and hawed... I think I let myself focus on other things for a week or two and never wrote a word--all to avoid having to put pain on paper. I don't know how it is for other writers, but for me, writing about something painful is incredible hard.

My writing partner loved that chapter, but in the end it'll be up to the readers to decide, right?

I struggle with that too CJ. But I find that in some weird twisted way it's because I'm avoiding something painful in my life that I don't want to talk about. Writing that out in a scene is very therpueatic to me and I can move on, a stronger person. Where can other folks out there get a hold of you online?

Website
Group Blog: Wicked Writers
Twitter
Facebook Fan Page (with uncut chapters)

Thanks for stopping by CJ! I look forward to our interview tomorrow about "Vampire Vacation".