What made you decide to be an author? I’ve always loved to write. As a kid I had notebooks full of half written stories and poems. But I chose a different path when I graduated high school. About seven years ago I had a story in my head and put it on paper. I figured why not. I wanted to show my kids that you really can do whatever you put your mind to and to put your money where your mouth is. It sort of took off from there.
What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least? I love making stuff up! Lol! Creating new worlds and characters, going on adventures with them is so much fun. What do I like the least? Marketing. Ugh, it’s definitely a weakness of mine. It’s a whole other animal and a full time job.
How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing? Hmm, life by circumstance or maybe design has made me a “pull up your bootstraps” kind of girl and I think that tends to show in my characters. My heroines have similar attributes. If a job needs doing, then you get it done.
Have you ever felt as if you were being dictated to while you wrote a book--as if the words came of their own accord? If yes, which book did that happen with? Oh my goodness, all the time! Wolfsbane was by far the most character driven. I hadn’t planned for Cash to be anything other than a secondary character and I didn’t like him very much when he made his first appearance in my first novel but by the end of the second book… Well, he had a lot to say and it required an unplanned novella in the series.
You’ve written 5 novels, two short stories and are working on a 6th novel. What’s your favorite time management tip? Time management? What’s that? I need some of your tips Sharon! Honestly, I write whenever I can. Right now, between the combination of my day job and family’s schedule, I am writing Tuesday through Friday from 5:00 to 6:00 in the morning. Mondays I’m off from the day job so I write more frequently in one to two hours bursts throughout the day. It probably seems hectic to most but it’s working right now. I didn’t think sprint writing would work for me but for this novel it’s getting the job done.
Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer? Pantser, big time!
If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be? Write the story you love and the rest will follow.
Did music help you find your muse with this book? If yes, which song did you find yourself going back to over and over again as you wrote? Definitely! I set my Pandora station to the band The Pretty Reckless the whole time.
Tell me more about Payable On Death.
A deal with the Devil. Demons haunting your every step. When an Angel offers you the chance to redeem yourself, you take it. Because eternal damnation isn't all it's cracked up to be.
But the Devil always gets his due.
On the streets of Baltimore redemption is..... Payable On Death.
How about an excerpt from Payable On Death?
"You're too young to be so troubled. You haven't even seen a quarter century. You're just a babe." The man flicked his cigarette in to the dark, a shower of little orange sparks erupting when it hit the pavement.
"I'm not your babe. Leave me alone." I pushed off the railing on the pedestrian bridge crossing over I-95 and walked away.
"Ah, poor choice of words. I was simply commenting on your age. You're no one's babe, Jacqui. How could you be? You're too afraid to let people get close, lest they see the bruises." He ran a hand along his hair, ensuring each piece in the slicked-back style remained in place."Who are you? How do you know my name?" I'd never seen him before in my life. Someone that perfect left an impression. If we'd met before, I would've remembered."I can make things better for you. Take away your pain, ease your suffering. You hardly sleep, listening at your bedroom door for any sign of trouble. I can help with that." He was confident. He had to be, walking around Baltimore at night dressed in a three-piece suit, diamond cufflinks gleaming even with only the dim blue light from the police CCTV cameras to highlight them."I don't know what you think you know about me or what you've heard but I don't do drugs. So you can go peddle that shit somewhere else. I'm not buying." Despite having more reasons than I could count, I'd managed to avoid getting hooked on heroin - an impressive feat given the amount flooding the city."Mmm. I almost wish you were. It makes things so much easier when drugs are involved. Let me ask you a question. Do I look like some street thug drug peddler to you?"I took in the meticulous tailoring, the expensive shoes. "You're definitely not from around here." I gestured to the boarded up row homes across the street.Weeds overran the small front yards, brushing the bottoms of the windowsills. Plywood replaced glass in almost every window. Trash littered the street, the city cans overflowing onto the sidewalk to the delight of the ever growing rat population. Sirens echoed in the distance, the dealers on the corner unfazed.Welcome to Harm City.Still, it was safer on the street than at home most nights."Home for me is a lot farther south of the Mason-Dixon line than Maryland, dear child. What are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be home? With your mother?""You don't know me, you don't know my mom. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops." I held up my phone and pointed at the BPD security camera.He clucked his tongue, wagging a finger at me. "Such a foul mouth for such a pretty face. I know a lot about your mom. The lie she told about going to a basket bingo with her friend Janice. Mom never made it out of the house by the way. She's very pretty, your mother, I see where you get your looks. Maybe if she hadn't fussed with her hair and makeup so much or if she'd chosen a different blouse..."I'd heard those excuses from my mother so many times. If she hadn't done this or that, he wouldn't have beat her. Breathing seemed to be what set him off where I was concerned. I avoided going home as often as possible. For my mother's sake as much as mine. He seemed better when I wasn't around."It looks bad this time. The neighbors are out for the night. No one to call for help. And he's upset, very upset.""The neighbors are out? If by ‘out’ you mean abandoned and boarded up, then yeah, they're out. He's always upset. I've begged her to leave, so many times. She won't. She said if she ever did, he'd kill her. Trust me, if I go back now, it will only make things worse..""It's different this time, Jacqui girl." The same thing my mother said every time my stepfather came home with flowers and a box of wine to apologize. "He came home early, found the suitcase she packed to take with her to the shelter by the door. She's hurt. All alone in that house. With him."I started to run, only making it a couple of steps before he grabbed me."You'll never make it in time. I can help you, Jacqui girl. I can put an end to all this. Don't you want to help her? Don't you want to save your mother? Save yourself? This isn't the life you deserve. No one should live like this. Forgotten by everyone, left to the drunken rages and violent fits of that monster you live with. Why is this happening? Why did He forget about you? He's supposed to love you. Doesn't He care what happens to you?" He pointed toward the sky."What's in it for you? Why do you care what happens to us? If you know all that, you know I don't have any money and neither does my mom." I should have screamed for help.His breath whispered across my ear. "Money isn't the only form of payment.”For a moment, I considered it, considered giving over my body in exchange for him following me home and killing my stepfather. In all the years of darkness and misery, I’d managed to stay straight, stay on the path. Faced with the brutal murder of my mother, was I willing to throw it all away?I nodded."I know a place we can go, but not until you hold up your end of the bargain." My stomach heaved when I thought about what I'd agreed to do."Oh, you sweet, simple girl. You are so delicious. The soft unmarked skin of youth pulled tight over toned muscle." He licked his lips. "Yes, I am quite sure I would enjoy every moment. However, I don’t recall stating the terms.""Do we have a deal or not? You said I was out of time." Panic gripped my heart. Was she dead already?"You're right, Jacqui girl, I did Have you put it together yet? Who I am? He didn't answer you. He never helped you. But I can."Everything clicked. I should have ran. I should have said no. There were a million things I should have done."Can you save her? Can you put an end to this?"The Devil smiled. "I believe we can come to an agreement."
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Rachel Rawlings, thank you so much for being with us here today. I know my readers will enjoy your work and your interview.
Rachel Rawlings was born and raised in the Baltimore Metropolitan area. Her family, originally from Rhode Island, spent summers in New England sparking her fascination with Salem, MA. She has been writing fictional stories and poems since middle school, but it wasn't until 2009 that she found the inspiration to create her heroine Maurin Kincaide and complete her first full length novel, The Morrigna.
When she isn't writing, Rachel can often be found with her nose buried in a good book. An avid reader of Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Horror and Steampunk herself, Rachel founded Hallowread- an interactive convention for both authors and fans of those genres.
More information on Hallowread, its schedule of events and participating authors can be found at www.hallowread.blogspot.com and www.facebook.com/Hallowread.
She still lives in Maryland with her husband and three children.
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