Showing posts with label Close Encounters with. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

A Close Encounter With... Jaleta Clegg



Continuing the Encounters With guest blogs, today we are joined by Jaleta Clegg!  Welcome Jaleta!

 I've asked my Encounters guests to tell me something they've learned during the process of working on their current work in progress.  This is Jaleta's take.

Lessons Learned from Writing Poisoned Pawn

1. Never edit when you're tired and frustrated. You'll cut so much out, the scene you just edited resembles the chopped liver monster from The Muppet Show.

I was dealing with a lot of Real Life while editing this book. I'm embarrassed that a couple of scenes got past me and the final editorial pass. I chopped them to pieces and tried to re-assemble them, and the poor things came out like Frankenstein's monster. But deadlines are harsh masters.

2. Don't be married to any scene or character. Do what's best for the story. Some scenes just have to go.

A couple of my favorites got chopped from this book. A good friend pointed out that the first half wandered around and wasn't that interesting. I cut many fun scenes in the interest of getting to the meat faster. (Hmm, another zombie reference? I must be craving steak again.)

3. Don't be afraid of emotion. Stark, raw emotion can be very frightening, especially when it's yours and you just put it on paper for the world to see.

I shy away from showing emotion. The main character, Dace, has a lot of horrible things happen to her. I'm writing the story in first person. I can't put distance between the reader and the raw emotion without losing the impact of the scene. But it's really hard. Walking-in-public-in-my-underwear hard.

4. Believe in yourself, above all. Everyone has a doubt monster living in their head that whispers, "You're no good." Learn to shove that doubt monster into a corner and throw a towel over its head.


POISONED PAWN
Dace and Jasyn have everything they ever wanted - their own trading ship and freedom.

Except regulations require a second pilot and the only one available on Viya Station is a little too perfect for Dace's comfort. But his credentials check out and everything seems fine. Until Dace disappears and Jasyn learns the truth.

Available Here: Journal-Store   



Author Bio:

Jaleta Clegg loves creating worlds and spinning stories about everything. Her stories range from science fiction adventure to silly horror to everything in between. She enjoys piecing quilts, crocheting weird things, and cooking. She'd enjoy gardening except she has a black thumb and can kill zucchini. Nothing more tender stands a chance. You can find more at www.jaletac.com

 Where to chat with Jaleta: 

Blog/website  Facebook  Twitter




Thanks for joining me, Jaleta!  We look forward to seeing your work soon!

Imogene

Monday, March 4, 2013

A Close Encounter With... Susan Child

Hi Susan... Thanks for joining me today.  I see you have brought Zack and Alice along for an interview... I'll just sit back and sip my Sex on the Beach while you do your thing (winks at everyone.)


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I’m waiting in the same café that Zack and Alice catch up every week. I notice a couple walking down the concrete sidewalk. His muscular arm wraps around her shoulders as her slender hand peeks around his side. Her short brown hair blows in her face in the breeze, as she looks away from him, she lifts her hand up to pull her hair back, and she turns to face him again, the whole time he stares at her. He leans down and whispers something in her ear and she laughs. Her musical sound echoes in the noisy street. I smile. I look away, to give them some privacy and turn to watch the ocean roll along the shore. The salty air picks up and as I close my eyes, I let it bathe me in the sunny heat of the day. As I open them, the couple stands in front of the table, smiling at me, holding hands. I stand up, shake their hands, “Zack? Alice? It’s lovely to meet you,” then wait for them to sit down before I sit. I take out my notebook and pen, and they continue to stare at each other. It’s a beautiful sight to see.

S: Can you tell me a little about yourselves?
Zack: What do you want to know?
S: Do you have nicknames for each other?
Zack: *smiling* just baby.
Alice: *laughing* just recently I started calling him dumpling as that’s his favourite food.
S: *grinning* do either of you have a birthmark? And where is it?
Alice: I got one on my upper thigh which Zack likes to…. Um…
Zack: Baby!
Alice: What? *looks innocent but smiles sweetly*
S: What about you, Zack? Any birthmarks?
Zack: None.

I jot down what they say, but I can see Zack not liking what I’m writing, his frown is evidence of that.

S: Who are your friends and family? Who are you close to?
Alice: That’s easy! *she holds her and Zack’s entwined hands up in the air* Zack’s my family, the night before last Zack proposed! Want to see the ring?

Before I can answer, she shows me her left hand with a red ruby encased on a gold band.

S: That’s gorgeous!
Alice: I know! Want to help me with my wedding? Let’s discuss this next week?

S: Sure! (what else was I going to say?)

I turn to Zack.
S: Where do you call home?
Zack: *he looks at Alice and she looks back* anywhere she is.
S: *smiles* what are your biggest fears?
Zack: That she wouldn’t say yes to being with me or accepting my proposal.
Alice: That it was my imagination he felt the same way as I did for him.

I want to dig a little bit deeper, find out other things about them.

S: Would you keep a secret from each other? Even if it means protecting the other?
Alice: I would never lie to Zack, I can’t keep a secret!

Zack: I tell her everything.

S: What’s in your refrigerator right now?
Alice: Ahh… Let me think. The usual stuff, milk, juice, fruit, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, strawberry sauce, eggs etc. You know? The usual.
Zack: I don’t do shopping.
S: *laughing* Ok! What’s on your nightstand?
Zack: What the hell is that? *he pulls a face*
Alice: *giggling* a lamp, two books, picture of us and a candle.

As I’m staring at Alice and Zack, I take note of what they are wearing as they decide to get up and get a coffee. 

Zack is wearing a light blue shirt with beige shorts and thongs. Very relaxed. Alice wore a cute little red sundress with flats.   
 
A few minutes later, they come back, empty handed, smiling at me.


Zack: They will bring it out. I ordered you one too.
Me: Thank you!
Alice: Just letting you know we have to leave shortly. We have a barbeque to go to.
Me: Not a problem, thank you for answering a few questions!
Zack: It’s all good.
Me: Last question then, if you could change one thing about the other, what would it be?

Just then the waitress brings out three cups of coffee in a takeaway cup.
We each take a gulp of it.

Alice: One thing to change about Zack? Mmm let me see… maybe he can walk around the house shirtless more? *grins*
Zack: That’s easy, her last name.
Alice: Dumpling, that’s going to change anyway!

She leans over and kisses him on the mouth.

Alice: We have to go now, maybe we can finish this off, say next week?
S: I look forward to it.

I stand up when Zack and Alice get up, they walk around the table and kiss me on the cheek with a small hug. 

Thanks for stopping in Susan, Alice and Zack.  It was fun!  Let's do it again sometime.

More Than Friends 
 
They were the best of friends… unfortunately. 

When her sleazy ex cheated on her, Alice turned to her best friend Zack for support. Her head tells her never to love again, but in the arms of Zack, her heart has other ideas.
And so does Zack.


How can he tell her how much he wants her, when one night of passion could destroy the friendship of a lifetime?

Available Here:  Amazon

Bio

When Susan was in high school, she never really liked to read, but when she was a child she did. Go figure. It wasn't until after she graduated that she caught the reading bug. Susan had to go to a book store to sell off her text books and a particular book caught her eye. This book stood out from the other second-hand books because it had a pink cover. It was only a couple of dollars, so she thought, “Why not?” But she couldn't quite bring herself to read her bargain book. It had a pink cover!

Then, after it tormented her for three weeks, she finally picked it up and... Could not put it down. Susan finished it in two days!

After Google-ing the author and found that she’d written a heap of books for Harlequin Mills & Boon as well as Single Titles. So of course Susan had to buy all her other books! And when she realised that there were other Mills & Boon authors out there, she just had to search out their books, too. And she loved them!
Susan got a ton of inspiration from those books. But the most important thing she realized was that she wanted to write those books, too. She wanted to be a Paranormal author. Because let's face it, who doesn't like things that go bump in the night?

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Friday, February 15, 2013

A Close Encounter with... Kate Belle

The lovely and multi-talented Kate Belle has popped in today to give us some tips on rejection letters - the bane of every writer's existence, yet so important in helping us hone our craft.

Take it away, Kate!

Dear John...

...Thank you for submitting [insert title]. While your writing is [insert complimentary adjective] and the plot [insert alternative complimentary adjective], the piece lacked [insert hard won skill you thought you’d mastered]. Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a contract on this occassion, but encourage you to submit again and wish you the very best for the future.

Sound familiar?

After writing seriously for over five years I’m no stranger to rejection. I got my first one at age sixteen. At the time I was so devastated I didn’t write another thing for twenty years. On reflection, the rejection itself wasn’t that bad. I submitted two hand-written poems, filled with teenage angst, along with a hand-written submission letter (come on – it was the early eighties), to Deakin University literary magazine.

Yeah, it’s funny now, but at the time I had no idea how completely out of my depth I was. Their response was gentle enough – thanks for submitting, unfortunately it’s not right for our magazine, perhaps you should consider submitting to Dolly magazine. It was this last bit that really got me miffed. Didn’t they realise that these poems were far too deep for Dolly? I was a serious writer, not some producer of fluff (my, how times have changed!).

Tackling the inevitable, diabolical rejection letter is part of the rough road to publication. It’s a necessary rite of passage. It helps you grow the required rhino skin over your oh-so-sensitive creative soul. And believe me, as a writer, you’re going to need it once you’re published.

Rejection letters come in many forms and, in my experience, most of them these days break the news as gently as they can. Occasionally, when your manuscript catches a publisher on a bad day, it might come across as a little terse, but take heart. The best of the best have all suffered humiliating rejection letters from publishers who make no effort whatsoever to protect an author’s delicate sensibilities (see
Famous Author’s Harshest Rejection Letters if you want to see how bad it can get).

But ‘No’ is still ‘No’, and no matter how sweetly it’s said it still deflates you and drives you to the nearest drug of choice – chocolate, bourbon, shopping, voodoo. Most of the red wine hangover’s I’ve suffered in the past five years have been a direct result of rejection letters, because it just plain hurts when someone doesn’t love your baby as much as you do.

Everyone kept telling me that this was part of the writer’s journey and I wouldn’t be a proper writer if I hadn’t been rejected as often as biggies (800 times for CS Lewis!). In the end, and to save my liver, I had to change the way I viewed rejection. Instead of falling into a hopeless, weeping (and drunken) heap of self-loathing, I started to count each rejection as one step closer to publication. This attitude helped enourmously, because suddenly the rejections had a purpose in my journey (other than just making me feel like a failure).

After this mind-shift I noticed the rejections hurt less. Without realising it I was growing the much needed rhino skin every author needs once their work arrives in the public sphere. Needed because once you’re actually published the potential scale for rejection expands exponentially, and you have absolutely no control over it.

And the reality is that wading through all those rejections only makes the first publishing contract all the sweeter. Finding a publisher who loves your work, wants to share it with their audience, is like falling in love all over again. The grass is greener, the air is fresher and bright, bubbly champagne replaces the more reflective red wine binges.

So save those rejections in a little folder and count them as steps toward being published so when you’re famous you can look back and say that at least you got there faster than CS Lewis!
  
Breaking the Rules:

Grace is a beautiful woman in complete control of her world. A long time ago she chose a career over children and marriage, and has never regretted it. Then Ramon Mendez walks into her office. Ramon is about to commence his PhD, a work on erotic literature, and from the outset there is something about him that makes Grace’s blood run hot. Aware of the need to maintain her professional reputation, she rejects his advances, but he persists. And during their intimate supervision sessions, her defences start to crumble, for Ramon’s work is exposing desires within Grace she never knew existed.

Available Here: iTunes  Amazon 


Bloom:

Thirty-six-year-old Emma’s life looks as perfect as could be. She loves her solid, straight-laced husband Gary, who has given her three beautiful, if spoilt, children and a secure life. But something is missing. Gary hardly notices her anymore and she feels frumpy and invisible. Her friend, Lisa, talks her into joining a social boot camp class at the local gym. Emma immediately recognises their instructor as the gorgeous runner she sees each evening while walking her dog in the park. He introduces himself as Ramon Mendez. In spite of herself Emma is besotted.

Before long her mind is filled with guilty fantasies of him. One evening, when things at home have become too much to bear, she bumps into him alone in the park. An opportunity presents itself and no one need ever know. Ramon promises and delivers everything that’s missing from her marriage – passion, romance and excitement – but Emma must discover if they are the things she really wants.

                              Available Here: iTunes  Amazon 

Author Bio:

Kate Belle Kate is a woman of many passions who juggles her pens with the rest of her life. She holds a tertiary qualification in chemistry, half a diploma in naturopathy and a diploma in psychological astrology. Kate believes in living a passionate life and has ridden a camel through the Australian desert, fraternised with hippies in Nimbin, had a near birth experience and lived on nothing but porridge and a carrot for 3 days.

Kate lives, writes and loves in Melbourne, juggling her strange, secret affairs with her male characters with her much loved partner and daughter, and a menagerie of neurotic pets.

Where to chat with Kate: 

Blog/website  Facebook  Twitter

Thanks Imogene, it's great to be here and e-meet your lovely followers. The indomitable Ms Nix asked if I'd talk about rejection letters, something I've got years of experience with. So much so, I can write one with my eyes closed...

Thanks for joining us today Kate!  There is some very valid points that you have raised.

Imogene

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Close Encounter With... Paloma Beck

Today, the talented and lovely Paloma  Beck has come to say hi.  So make yourself comfy in the conformable chair, and let's get started...

I see you have a new book released.  Please feel free to share:



I’m Coming Home…
Title: Coming Home
Series: Coming Home, Book One
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Elements: Adult Language, Explicit Sex
Author: Paloma Beck
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
ISBN: 9781618854254
Page Count: 142

BLURB
Rachel Porter, a romance writer, has told her three sons tales of finding their true love since they were just boys.  She believes there is just one match for every person.  Now as men, they have yet to discover their soul mates.  That is, until they come home…
Ryan Porter, Rachel’s oldest son, needs a change from his busy city lifestyle.  After five years of living in New York and establishing his own real estate firm, something is still missing.  When a family tragedy brings Ryan back to his family’s rural home, he meets Tyra.  She just might be the catalyst for the change he needs, redirecting the course of his life; but first he has to accept his relationship with his parents and embrace Tyra’s secrets.

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HONORS
#10, Romance Novel, 2012 Preditors& Editors Reader’s Poll
EXCERPT
The woman with the fiery red hair tossed a look over towards Henry at the bar, then snuck a look at Ryan and back to Davis. She smiled—a shy smile through her lashes—and Ryan’s heart ramped up. He noticed the shorter brunette standing beside her when she said, “Next game, you’ve got the winner.”

“I hope so,” Davis replied, “I do truly hope so.”

Ryan shook his head and blew out a laugh. How did Davis always pull it off so easily with women? One woman, Ryan could handle just fine—more than fine. But a group of women, no way, it felt like a swarm of bees were attacking him to even be in a room with so many women, gorgeous or not. And gorgeous was only the beginning when he checked out the ass on the fiery red head as she bent down to consider her next shot. She turned quickly at the sound of his laugh and the slap of the high-five he exchanged with Davis.

Caught. Her eyes jumped to Ryan and he gave her a sly grin when she raised her eyebrows at him. Not as broad as Davis, Ryan met his height at an even six feet. All of his brothers took after their father in their height. But it was Davis who looked most like their father with his darker coloring and chocolate brown eyes. Ryan and Henry had their mother’s lighter skin tone and green eyes. It was those green eyes that locked onto hers when she turned around. Yep, she was looking at him—not lover boy Davis.

Ryan definitely liked what he saw. She was tall, with legs that went on forever until they met with the sweet crossing he knew could bring this boy to his knees. As she bent over the pool table for her next shot, her ass stuck up into the air and swayed just slightly as if teasing him to inspect it further. Her entire body called to him. Shit, he hoped Davis had his sights on any other woman in that group because in his mind, he’d already laid claims on this one. And he wasn’t prepared to share. It had been a long time since he had a little harmless fun.

“Like old times, Ry, seems to me this night might be just like old times,” Davis said, bumping his shoulder when he noticed Ryan’s stare. “Knock it off. Quit the staring. You’re going to scare them away before I make our move.”

“I got news for you, Davis. I got moves of my own. It’s been a long time since I’ve needed you to pick up women for me.”

“Interesting.Hear that, Henry? Ryan says he’s got game,” Davis teased.

“Can’t wait to see this,” Henry snorted as he sat down at the table. They’d made up back in the bunk house but Henry was still sore. He knew how to hold a grudge, damn little shit. But Ryan knew just how to take his mind off his troubles tonight.

Ryan licked his lips, considering how much more interesting the night just got. He certainly liked what he saw and he knew she liked what she saw by the way her eyes roamed from his head to his toes. Ryan was dressed in an old pair of jeans that were tighter than the usual suit pants he wore and a tight black t-shirt he’d pulled out of his old dresser. He didn’t feel like himself but it felt good. Actually, maybe he felt more like himself than he had in awhile—the Ryan before his business became his life.

When Henry poured the beer out, Ryan grabbed up two glasses and headed straight for his target. Her eyes were glazed a bit, definitely looking down and he gave a little cough to catch her attention. Busted—guess they were even now. She blushed and it was beautiful—her flushed cheeks brightened her eyes, mesmerizing. When she reached out to take her beer and their fingers brushed, her hand shot back and some beer sloshed over the glass. Her soft feminine fragrance mixed in with the faint scent of the beer touched his nose and he took in a deeper breath to savor it.

She cleared her throat, seeming as taken in private thought as he was. “Thanks,” she said, giving him an intense stare while a smirk spread across her face right up to her gorgeous blue eyes, “So, you like my ass?”

Ryan swallowed back his surprise. She was forward…this was going to be fun. “Sure do,” he grinned, “And I’m pretty sure you like what you see too.”

Her look of surprise was priceless.



AUTHOR BIO& LINKS

 
Paloma Beck is an erotic romance writer in both the contemporary and paranormal realms. Happily married and living a life of total contradiction, Paloma runs carpool service for her three sons, volunteers in PTA and teaches religious education.

Then in the moments when her characters talk to her, she journals their stories - and they are anything but PG.Paloma believes a daily dose of espresso and a good book make any day better.


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Thanks to Paloma for stopping by.
Imogene