Contest Today!!! One lucky Bella -- who's name shall be drawn from all commentors today -- will win a copy each of "Silence the Whispers," and "Flashback," courtesy of Cait London!
Get set for those fab reads, and for this insight into the quirky life of a quite talented writer. Ms. London, if you will...
Most writers have quite the "outside life," and I do; it all adds to the story texture. My novels have a lot of "me" in them, that is, I've usually done it. (Here someone usually raises their hand with a reseach sex-scenes question, but we'll overlook that.)
As for the sites of my books, I've been to all of them, and love to drive--no music, no chatting, just the sound of the tires helping to spin stories. I've driven the Oregon Trail to research a historical, then up into Canada to research the Mounties, and I just knew that Tom Selleck would be perfect in that role. I've thrown tomahawks, and frankly that scared me. They put me in the women's throw line, and since I'm a little athletic, the thing hit the target and bounced back at my feet. Then I tried a historical Pike's Peak gold miner's recipe for biscuits and ended up with 250.
In writing contemporary SILENCE THE WHISPERS, out this month, I drove around Oklahoma a bit with a friend. We killed a box of donuts, more fun. We did not stop at the biker's convention, though they invited us. That seafoam on FLASHBACK is an element taken from driving up the West coast from San Fran to WA State; we just missed visiting two lighthouses on the whole trip. I just painted one from Lake Michigan. The roses from California.
I'm an artsy kind of person, and I miss painting--painted my first still life at 10, a bottle of grandma's wine and some fruit. It was good enough to sell. I did a bit of that for a while, canned some jam (doing that lately, too, and I think there's a story in that one), raised 3 daughters, sewed for them, including Barbie's clothes, gardened, and I currently enjoy herbs. So all of that is in my books, including a stint in an office, and computers, of course.
Here's where the psychology of the writer comes in (I'm writing a piece on writer types and what they write, or should write elsewhere): A hefty percentage of writers are arty-types involved in jewelry-making, quilting, crafts, and a big percentage are artist/painters. To the ones whom I've interviewed, it seems like writing a story at the same time you're painting does not work. It's one or the other. But apparently art, in one form or another, is transferable. Interesting.
I'm not painting that much now, taking more photos, and some of them not that bad. I did about 50 self-portraits, trying to find one to suit a bookseller who wanted a casual-in-home thing. I placed the camera on timer, put it on the fireplace mantel, and clicked away. Some have my fingers in them, or the book is upside down, or my brown eye is closer to the camera than my green one. Take a hint: Don't ever eat something with cracked pepper before taking a self-portrait. :) Yes, it's there. These are so funny when shown in a family slide show. I learned a lot; I'll do better next time.
We can't write all the time, you know. Our pink boas would get tired.
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