It’s the first day of the Silent Song blog tour! I’m excited, because I <3 Ron and I’m so happy for her. Today she’s going give us a peek into her writing cave, plus giveaway several copies of her book.
About Silent Song:
The princess of the school, Alice, is keeping a secret that could strip her of her high school fame. She is obsessed with the school’s outcast, Keith, but not just him – his music.
Since the inspiration for the song hit, Keith can’t get it out of his mind. The song must be played; it demands to be played. He knows the music is changing him, but he is unable to stop it.
Music has the ability to move you, enlighten you, and take you to places you have never dreamed of. And this particular piece? It has a life of its own and makes you forget who you really are.
As Keith and Alice learn of one another to the notes of that one perfect tune, they can overlook their roles and discover who they could be together. But they also discover someone else is listening and intends on keeping Keith to herself, possibly for an eternity.
I’m super envious of people who can do creative stuff in the mornings. When I get up each day, I have only one friend—and it’s not one of my characters. It’s my toaster. No, really. See how photogenic it is? We’re best pals, and it’s the only thing between me, aka the Low Blood Pressure Monster, and world destruction.
Afterwards, when I’m more or less sane, I do the “unavoidable stuff”. Chores, day job, doc visits… you name it. I’ve tried writing once and again, but it just doesn’t work. I’m too unfocused and my imagination hits awesome lows before lunch!
The afternoon’s another story, though. Afternoon and evening, that’s when I retire to my Writer Lair and start typing away while surfing the sugar high dessert gave me. I’ve a corner of my study all prepped up for this momentous occasion: I have my tacky bright pink headphones, so that I can listen to my awesome (and awesomely short) playlist; I have my computer, with Word fired up and TweetDeck on the background (no comment); I have a wonderfully straight-backed chair right out of the renaissance to keep me uncomfortable and awake.
I also have a ton of papers scattered around for me to take notes of anything random that might come to mind. And of course, there’s the magic item that didn’t make it into the picture because it’s a bit embarrassing but that it’s always there: the blackmail.
My blackmail is a bag of red licorice. I’ll set myself writing goals (sometimes aided by the threat of writeordie software) and each time I accomplish one, I’ll save one of the licorice bars from their hostage situation. They’re usually being held captive somewhere close enough for me to see, but far enough that I have to get up to reach them in order to avoid temptation.
I keep up this routine until a) I’ve rescued all the candy; or b) someone comes over to force some semblance of a social life down my throat. The latter only happens if I’ve failed to send “I’m alive” signals for a long period of time, because I’m fiercely possessive of my lair and resent intruders.
Unless they bring cookies as a peace offering. Then it’s alright.
Aw, no creepy crawlers in your lair? But they’ll help keep those intruders out 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Ron!