First and foremost, I’m a mum. I’m still debating whether my kids (aged nine and three) keep me young or suck the life out of me. Either way, I love them to bits! I also work part-time as a budget trainer. Oh, and I do the admin/payroll for my partner’s business. Really, you should just call me a juggler and be done with it.
When do you generally write your story, and where ?
It’s probably no great surprise that I do most of my writing at midnight. I’m too busy during daylight hours to even think coherently, let alone write coherently! Besides, midnight’s kind-of cool. I’m the only person awake in my house at that time and, kiddie nightmares aside, I get to work uninterrupted. Unless my cat wants to chat, of course, as only a birman can. (Loudly. Plaintively.)
And where do I write? Well, I’d love to be one of those people who have moody music in the background, inspirational quotes glued to my desk, and story-themed pictures covering my walls. But I’m not. I’m pretty boring, really. Because I share the computer with my partner and kids, the workspace is very utilitarian. (Note to self: change this!) Silence works best for me; that way I can hear myself think. Aside from that, all I really need is my computer, and a decent block of time set aside to work.
(By the way, I count cafe hum as ‘silence’. White noise is pretty close to silence, and it makes a nice change – a very nice change – to grab my laptop and hide out in a cafe once in a while.)
What made you decide to write in the first place?
(grins) I blame Carole Matthews. I doubt she knows that, so let’s just whisper. I was camping in France at the time, and I sat by my tent reading a cute novel of hers, “A Minor Indiscretion”. (Fantastic, BTW. Lighthearted, humorous, romantic, with a little dig at a deeper issue.) When I finished it I thought, “Hey, I could do something like that.”
Little did I know. So I went out and bought the cheapest exercise book I could find and started writing. I wrote a load of complete rubbish, of course, and it soon became clear I needed to learn a lot more about writing. And close on the heels of that realisation came the big a-ha moment: Carole is a brilliant writer. Her words are an effortless read. She makes something incredibly difficult seem easy.
Sadly, I can’t blame Carole for everything. It’s entirely my fault that I kept writing. It’s my fault that I wasted thousands of hours trying to hone my craft (and as I type that I’m starting to work out just how many hours it might have been and that is a Very. Scary. Thing). And it’s my fault that I, stubborn being my middle name, refused to give up.
(Confession: Thankfully, I discovered I love writing. So the hard work is absolutely worth it. I wouldn’t change a thing.)
Why do you write about the topics you do?Actually, I have no idea. An idea just pops into my head and stays there, bugging me until I do something with it. I’d love to mix it up and write dark, gothic, gotta-save-the-world-by-midnight stories, but every time I try running with a cool idea it just comes out all wrong — frivolous, tongue-in-cheek, can’t-save-the-world-coz-I’ve-got-other-stuff-going-on sort of thing. With a blasted happy ending — every time!
But, for me, that happy ending is crucial. I see and hear enough bad endings every day, without having to read it when I’m having some Me-time. I love the satisfaction of reading that happy ending and knowing it all worked out in the end. I write what I love to read, so I’m probably not giving too much away by saying my stories consistently have happy endings!
Where would be your ideal place be to write?
I can’t decide between the luxury beachside house or the luxury mountain lodge. (Always the procrastinator!) Sea views or mountain views? Writing-wise, they both work well for me so I’d settle for either — especially if I get the luxury component! Of course, I’ll need someone to do all the cooking and cleaning for me, and keep me supplied with drinks and snacks while I’m ‘in the zone’. Internet access is essential, as is balmy heat with a mild cooling breeze. And the fewer distractions (read: people) around, the better.
If money was no object, would you write full time?
Oh yeah. Absolutely. And I’d intersperse it with gym workouts and beach/forest walks. (Maybe.) (If I could drag myself away from the scene I was writing.) (Do I get a personal trainer to help me through the gym sessions?)
Tell us a little something about the book you are currently working on:
Thanks for asking! I’m really excited about Waiting For Faith and can’t wait to finish it.
Faith Parsons is the perfect mother to her wee girl, the perfect wife to her husband, and the perfect friend to her best buddy. Or is she? Thanks to her memory being wiped, Faith doesn’t have a clue—about anything. Who she is, what’s going on, or why.
Her only certain knowledge is that she’s on a hospital ceiling, looking down on her body in a coma. But everything going on down below points to one clear thing: she needs to get back to her body and live.
Long-time friend, Nate Sutherland, is her only hope. So what if he’s anti-paranormal? So what if he isn’t clairvoyant? Whether he likes it or not, he’s the key to Faith cracking the code of her life and near-death, and finding a way back to her body.
But Faith had better work out how to get through to Nate, fast, because there’s a murderer on the loose—and they’re back to finish the job
Check out Maggie’s webpage – www.maggielepage.com there she has details about her latest release.
Becky Jordan has had it with relationships. From now on her time and dedication won’t be lavished on her latest Mr. Wrong—or, worse, Mr. Hell-No!—just the dream travel job which has unexpectedly leapt into her lap. Finally, life is looking great.
Unfortunately, not as great as her sizzling-hot, take-charge new boss. Matt Frobisher is everything she doesn’t want him to be, but if anyone thinks she’ll risk her career on a workplace fling they can think again. No amount of Superman behaviour from him will make her roll over and play Lois.
At least, that’s what her head says. Her heart, however, doesn’t do logical. In desperation she finds herself a Mr. Distraction, one with no strings and plenty of appeal. But Mr. Distraction also comes with unforeseen complications. Kryptonite complications, like Becky’s sister. And when she shows up there’s only one sure thing: not even Superman can prevent the Disaster Fest that’s about to blow Becky’s life apart.
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