On an average morning my day starts much the same way that every
mom’s day starts; with my four year old pouncing on my head. Or the dog,
sometimes they take turns. This usually happens around six-thirty in the
morning. Then I’ll groggily drag myself out of bed, and spend most of the day
trying to entertain my four year old daughter. Plus letting the dog in and
out...and in...and out. At least one of those times I will open the door, the
dog will look at me quizzically, and not move at all. I will tap my foot. The
dog will look at my foot, then back at me, but still won’t move. This goes on
for at least two minutes before she meanders through the door like royalty.
Does anyone else’s dog do that, or is this just payback for the one time I
accidentally shut the door on her head? I apologized profusely for that by the
way.
That’s how a
normal day goes, but writing days...ah, writing days are special. I still get
my head pounced on; I mean it could be Christmas and my head would still get
pounced on, so writing days are no exception, but I get to lounge in bed for a
little while longer. My husband takes care of the rest. I call this “thinking
time” when really I’m usually dozing back off. Shhh....
Then I’ll run a
hot bath. I take a book in there with me, and it’s almost always one of The
Hunger Games books. I’m not sure why, but I tend to write better after reading
them. It gets my head in the game. Those books are where I want mine to be, so
reading them before I go write inspires me to do my best.
After the bath
it’s a flurry of managing the house and getting myself ready. Inevitably, it
also includes a search for something. I can ace a game of Harry Potter Trivia
without blinking an eye, but for the life of me I can’t remember where I put my
keys five minutes ago. Go figure.
After that I
leave the house, with my laptop stowed under my arm. If I tried to write from
home I would be interrupted every fifteen seconds, which does not make for
productive writing. Sometimes the wrong characters get killed off out of pure
frustration. Which maybe isn’t such a bad thing. I mean look how great that
works for George R.R. Martin.
Anyway, nine
times out of ten I end up a Panera. In fact the people there know me so well
that they usually have my plate and my total waiting for me by time I reach the
counter. I’m not sure if that’s really awesome, or really lame. Sometimes I
want to tell them, “Oh, I was going to get something different today”, just to
mess with them. But I really like those cinnamon bagels, so I never do.
I know quite a
few others also follow my Panera pattern and we usually exchange cheerful
greetings. A lot of them are also writers, so we’ll talk about our projects for
a little bit. Then I go find my seat. Most times I browse the internet while I
eat my apparently predictable bagel. I’ll send a few fun Tweets, or a few funny
Facebook messages. By then I’m in a terrific mood. I’ll open up my latest work
in progress and then...write a scene where a major character gets half their
face blown off. Isn’t being a writer awesome?
I’ll sit in that
place for a couple hours, or however long it takes to reach my word goal; which
usually sits in the twenty five hundred range. When I really get into it I’ll
have absolutely no idea what’s going on around me. The place could get robbed
and I wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Those are my favorite days. When I wrote
Awakenings, I could sit for hours and not move an inch. I love the characters
in that book so much, even though I made them go through terrible things. I
would get so caught up in that world of loss and revenge, new friendships and
strong connections; I’d blink and three hours would have passed. It was
amazing.
I love what I
do. I can’t imagine a better line of work. I cherish my writing days, but I
also love coming home and having my head pounced on. I guess I’m weird like
that.
LOL! J.E., this sounds so much like me it's scary. My dogs do that, too, and I have a cat that insists on walking over my lap (where my laptop sits) a dozen times until I make room for her to lay down. Okay, so, tell us about your new book, Awakenings.
Evie
Shepard awakens to a nightmare. She's been buried alive and has no idea how or
why. As she struggles to remember what happened, she begins to notice changes
-- heightened senses, as well as increased speed, agility, and strength. And
her heart no longer beats. She soon makes a disturbing discovery: she wasn't
buried alive; she was murdered. Somehow, she has come back...and she wants
revenge.
BUY LINKS: Amazon / Kobo / Barnes & Noble
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
J. E. Shannon currently lives in Florida, but is a Missouri native. She spends most of her time reading, writing, and taking care of her small child and two crazy dogs. Visit her at www.jeshannonbooks.com. You can also find J.E. on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog.
Giveaway:
To
celebrate her new release, JE Shannon is giving away a Kindle with an ecopy of
Awakenings (US only). One runner-up will win an ecopy of Awakenings (open
internationally). You can enter here: http://bit.ly/13v1u59
Thank you for helping with the release tour! Much appreciated. :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad to "meet" you on this blog, J.E. I love paranormals and am always needing new authors and books to feed my reading habit. :-) Just the short blurb on this book alone gripped me and now I have to read it! I loved this bit especially: "she wasn't buried alive; she was murdered. Somehow, she has come back...and she wants revenge." Wow! jdh2690@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Janice! It was a load of fun to write. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. :)
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