Sharon Buchbinder: October 2015

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Shocking Finds by Tracey Clark

I was asked for a short bio... hmm... those that know me best will be on the floor laughing. I can be down right wordy on my best day. But I will do my best.

My name is Tracey L Clark, and I enjoy all things about my country-twang home state. I was once asked why my Novel took place in Kentucky, and I just had to reply, "Why not? Ky rocks. From the horses, to the leaves in fall, to the cave systems running continuously underfoot, to our love of all things bourbon ... why not?" If cowboys were as think as cave systems, I would be in heaven.

I write paranormal romance, and just published my first novel 'Shocking Finds' through Gone Writing Publishing. I love to write, brainstorm with others in the writing community, and spend time with my two pugs. When I need some downtime to get my head straight (and all authors have quite a lot of voices vying for attentions in their minds) I look for an art project other than writing to occupy my thoughts. My favorite would have to be oil paints, but anything with yarn is also a winner in my book. Frankly, I love all aspects of art, and have been know to try them all.

I will add links at the bottom so that anyone interested can check out my 100, 000 word baby now on sale for $2.99. As well as links for all things ME!!

Shocking Finds

I began writing my Finder's Keepers world out of boredom. Yep. Boredom and need. A case of MS (multiple sclerosis) took away a lot of my options in life, so I started entertaining myself with stories. From their it grew into a pursuit. Marin came first, and then she introduced others from her world, and then she suggested other worlds that would work well with hers, and then ... Okay, so the voices got a little out of hand. I now have so many edits to complete that I want to scream, but at least I am screaming with a smile on my face.

The title of my first novel seems to apply to a lot that now have in my life. The best parts. Like my closest online pals Krizs from Canada and T.S. from Ohio ... These were the first two friends I met, as we tried our best to hit 50k words in NaNoWriMo. Anyone the least bit interested in writing should check out the different NaNo activities. They even have one for young writers. The push and support is great, but can also be addictive. Being a little OCD when it comes to completing something like this, I always use NaNo to write something new. Sounds like a good idea, right? Nope. I will be editing until my fingers wall off, when I would rather be building a new world or two.

Thankfully, Shocking Finds: A Finder's Keepers Novel I now ready for reader to enjoy. I am so excited that spontaneous squealing has turned into an embarrassing problem, one that I plan to enjoy. Here is the blurb for the back of the book ...

An act of rebellion, Marin doesn't think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know... right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic - the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools - is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin's protection.

Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste

Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they're lucky ... they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That's if Marin doesn't shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.

That condensed bit of writing took a lot of input form others. Loquacious - maybe that is what my middle initial really stands for ... hmm, sounds good to me. Way better than chatterbox. To round this post out, and to live up to my new middle name, here is a short excerpt from Shocking Finds. Another longer excerpt, one that holds the first few chapters, can be found on traceylclark.com on the sneak peaks page.

SNEAK PEAK

Being forced to play chauffeur already had Anton on edge. The little gift in his trunk was going to push him over the edge. Kyland hid his grin in Marin’s hair.

Straightening in his seat, Kyland allowed Anton to see his smirk, as their eyes met in the rearview mirror. “You may wish to drive faster. Arriving at Marin’s before the present in your trunk is fully awake could prove prudent.” At least Kyland had a base line for how long his sleeping draft would last.

“What do you mean? What present? And why my trunk?” Anton sure had a lot of questions, but at least he drove a little faster.

“I needed to transport him back to Marin’s house, and your car was unlocked.”

“It most certainly was not, you Battle-Fae-Bastard.” Anton was vibrating with tension.

“It was after I broke in.” And, okay, Kyland was enjoying himself. He felt lighter, more energetic.

Anton stared into the mirror, shock and anger plain on his face. Before he could speak, and possibly ruin their lovely drive, Kyland added, “I do not know what the big deal is. Marin blew out the rest of the windows, and I needed to open the trunk.” Kyland smirked and then happily pointed out, “Watch the road, or at least that tree blocking our way.”

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Friday, October 23, 2015

Interview with Louise Lyndon, Author of, Of Love and Betrayal.

What made you decide to be an author?

I think the decision was made for me! I don’t ever remember thinking to myself, “I want to be a writer” and then going off and writing. I’ve always written – it was like I was born to do it, like breathing. It’s always been a part of me.

What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?

I get to spend time in a world that I’ve created, and talk to characters who I know better than most people in ‘real’ life. It’s fantastic. I don’t think there is anything I dislike about writing, except maybe that my day job takes up too much time and therefor I don’t have enough hours to write.

How do you think your life experiences have prepared you for writing?

Oh, that’s a good question! I think they’ve prepared me in every way. The more experiences you’ve gone through the more you can put in to your writing. I’ve lived and visited the places I’ve written about – so my traveling experiences have prepared me. But then there are my personal experiences with my family, friends, partners – all of it has prepared me, given me something to draw upon.

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?

All the time! I often think I am just the means to get the words onto the page. And I know the times when I try to either ignore the character dictating or write the words I want to write – they’re usually the times I suffer writers block, because I’m going against what I’m being told to write.

You have two novels published and are working on a 3^rd novel. What’s your favorite time management tip?

Make writing your priority. If you’ve dedicated a Saturday afternoon to writing and a friend invites you out to lunch, learn to say no. It’ll feel weird at first, but that’s what you’ve got to do. Family and friends will soon learn writing is serious to you. I often say to my family I can’t do x,y,z because I’m writing and they no longer try to ‘lure’ me away. Also, be strict with yourself. Set a daily word count you must achieve and do not stop writing until you achieve it – no matter how tired, or how hard the words are to get on the page.

Are you a plotter or a pantser, i.e., do you outline your books ahead of time or are you an “organic” writer?

Up until recently I swore I was a panster. Me, plan? Pah! No way. Well, actually I do plan. Kind of. I'm not one of these writers who know every single detail (including character details) before I write. I still like to be surprised along the way. However, I do always know the ending - because I need to know where I'm heading.

For my books, Of Love & Vengeance, Of Love & Betrayal, and my current untitled work in progress, I adopted the snowflake method of writing. In a nutshell the snowflake method is this:

Describe your story in one sentence.

Then, describe what happens in your story in five sentences. The first sentence should be the setup (where your story takes place). The second sentence is 'the incident' that happens end of act 1. The third sentence is the 'incident' that happens end of act 2. The forth sentence is the 'incident' the end of act 3. The fifth sentence is the ending.

You then write a paragraph for each of the above sentences.

And then you expand each of the paragraphs into a further paragraph and so forth. But save each version as a different document. There is a reason for doing this, I'll tell you below!

There are a few advantages of taking the time to do this.

One, you avoid the sagging middle syndrome.

Two, you have a good plan to keep you on track - now, with the paragraphs you can be as detailed as you need be. So for absolute planners, go for it, this method is ideal for you. For pansters, you can still use this method - because it still allows enough room for those moments that take you by surprise.

And three - this is probably the best advantage of this method. You actually end up with several different synopsis' of varying lengths. You have a five sentence synopsis. You then have a one page (5 paragraph) synopsis. A two page (10 paragraph) synopsis and so forth. Which is why I mentioned above to save each version as a separate document. There is no need to try to sum your story up after you have written it!

The snowflake method really is a win win situation.

If you had one take away piece of advice for authors, what would it be?

Write the book of your heart. I often hear author's discussing what's trending at the moment or which genre is selling the most books. They'll then quickly go and write a book to take advantage of the current trend. I have nothing against authors who do that. Each to their own. I'm not here to judge. But, I think it kind of shows in your writing - if you're writing from your heart, or simply writing to make a quick dollar. Some may find my words controversial, but as I said, this was something that has been drummed in to me early on and I've kind of stuck with it ever since.

Tell me more about Of Love and Betrayal.

Aveline de Bondeville is on the run. Determined to keep out of the hands of the cruel Raimbaut de Blois she will do whatever it takes to stay alive. And so when she finds herself in the company of Troy de Gysborne she must quickly decide if she can trust him. But can she confess to murder knowing it would mean her certain death?

Troy de Gysborne did the unthinkable; he tore the bonds of brotherhood and left a path of destruction in his wake. And now Troy must face those he betrayed, including the father who long ago renounced him. But to confess to the crime he committed will cost him everything. Including Aveline. But can he remain silent if it means losing the woman he loves?

How about an excerpt from Of Love and Betrayal?

“You cannot escape me, you murderous whore!”

Aveline remained pressed against the tree, desperate to be at one with it. Her heart rammed against her ribs, and she did not dare move, nor did she dare breath, afraid he’d be able to hear her. She glanced at the sky and caught glimpses of the moon through the lattice of leaves and branches. The shadows around her thrashed and snapped as the wind tore through the forest. She rubbed her wrists, bruised and swollen from having been tied. Her lips throbbed, and when she licked them, she tasted the saltiness of blood. Her back, still raw from the flogging, stung as sweat snaked down her spine.

“You are a fool if you think you can escape me!”

The fine hairs on her arms stood on end. Her knees shook. Her belly tightened. And when a twig snapped from somewhere behind, she shoved a fist into her mouth to keep from crying out. She risked a glance over her shoulder. She was greeted with only the blackness of the forest.

She felt safe pressed against the tree but knew she wasn’t. It would only be a matter of time before Raimbaut found her. She inhaled deeply. The scent of rotting leaves filled her nose. Another twig snapped and she pushed herself away from the tree, and with her arms held out in front of her, she sprinted deeper into the woods. Her booted feet skidded on moss-covered rocks, and her bare hands pushed through low-lying tree branches. She stumbled over bumpy roots and shivered as wet leaves brushed against her cheeks.

“You will hang for what you have done!”

His cruel, hellish, voice sounded near. Her heart pounded. Sweat broke over her brow, and she fought to get air into her lungs. He was right. She could keep running, but she would never escape him.

Footsteps sounded behind her. She leapt into the thick scrub and bit back a cry as a sharp twig tore at the flesh on her arm. But the pain was nothing in comparison to what she had already suffered. And would suffer if she allowed Raimbaut to recapture her.

Her hunter stopped in front of her. She could smell his pungent scent on the wind. She could see his yellowed teeth in the dull moonlight. She carefully felt around her, and when her hand landed on the solidness of a fallen tree branch, she wrapped her fingers around it.

He placed his hands on his hips as he peered at the thick scrub that was her shelter. Could he see it move as her entire body shook? Could he see the whites of her eyes? Smell her fear? He took a step toward her, and her teeth sank into her lower lip. Then he turned on his heel and headed further into the woods.

Aveline sat back on her heels as the sound of her heartbeat thrashed in her ears. Her hand shook as she wiped cold sweat from her upper lip, black spots appeared in her vision. Her nostrils flared as she bit down a primal scream. She needed to keep fleeing.

She sensed him behind her seconds before his heavy hand landed on her shoulder.

“I told you I would find you, you whore!”

Her scream was wild. In one fluid movement, she stood and swung the branch and whacked him on the side of his skull. His eyes widened, and he dropped his torch. The flame hissed and sizzled, but did not extinguish itself, as it hit the damp ground. Then he fell to the ground with a loud thump. Aveline dropped her weapon. And when he groaned, she picked up her skirts and raced into the darkness.

She did not dare look behind her. She did not dare cry out as she slipped and fell on the wet, rotting forest floor. Her chest burned, her lungs gasped for air as she fought her way through the thick undergrowth. If the devil took a human form, then it was of the man who pursued her with single-minded determination.

She raced across a clearing and came to a skidding halt as she teetered on the edge of a rocky overhang. The moonlight was not bright enough to see the ravine below. She backed away from the crumbling edge and looked wildly around. A gust of wind whipped her hair into her eyes, but she did not need to see to know he’d found her. He sounded like a bear as he charged through the scrub. Above the howl of the wind, his roar echoed through her ears.

He took slow, purposeful steps toward her. His torch glared in her eyes, and that’s when she saw the blood. On her hands. On her dress. None of it belonged to her.

“You murdered my father.”