Recently, I won the Liebster Blog Award for my Windy Lindy blog. In this post, I'm trying to link my website blog to my Google blog. If I'm successful, then readers will have a place to respond--since there's no way to comment from iWeb. I'm hoping that this will benefit my guest authors in the future.
It can get difficult for me to write with the kiddos running around during the summer months. There’s the oldest, my fifteen year old soon-to-be-in-driver’s-ed daughter, who just loves to flop down on the couch and lay sprawled on top of me in some awkward position. Never mind the fact that she’s actually taller than I am. And then there are the two younger ones, six and three, I call them ‘The Littles’. With them racing through the house, playing tag or jumping from couch to couch, it’s hard to form a solid thought, let alone trying to write some romantic and intimate scene.
Just the other day I told them, “I’m going to dad’s office to work, because I need complete concentration. Unless something has fallen off and needs to be packed down in ice and I need to rush someone to the hospital, do NOT knock on that door.”
It’s not as bad as it sounds, trust me!
Also, I’ve made the demand to my husband that I need my own office in our next house! It’s non-negotiable. I’ve been very tempted, recently, to sneak off to some local coffee shop, and write to my heart’s content.
Besides dealing with a full house, there are my own personal issues of procrastination. Yes, I confess! When I should be writing, I find myself doing other things: finally getting around to cleaning, doing the laundry that’s been sitting in my washing machine for three days, refreshing Facebook every thirty seconds, pinning a million and one things on Pinterest or my mind just drifting off into nothingness.
Then one of my characters screams at me, saying, “Hey, we’re waiting on you to write!” I remember this is what I do. This is what I love. It is my passion.
So I sit down, log out of every social media outlet and after wasting all of my skips on iheart radio until I find the absolute perfect song, I write. And once I really get started, the words flow effortlessly and I am lost to everything around me.
It’s almost like an out of body experience. On good days, when all the stars seem to align and the stories all but flow from my fingertips I feel like a complete rock star (Hey, we all give ourselves a little self-gratification occasionally). It gives me goose bumps. And then there are the bad days... I cringe as I type and those days, well those are the days confidence can become harder to find (the self-deprecating days). It’s all part of the process. At the end of it all after going back and reading through my work, I realize some of the “good stuff” actually can use some revisions andtweaking and the “bad stuff” is actually better than I gave myself credit for.
For me, the beauty of writing is being able to create entire worlds in which I fill with people that my readers may eventually become invested in. It’s one of the reasons I have kept all of the characters connected to one another. Readers often wonder what may have happened to particular characters after a story is seemingly over. But that’s the thing! That's the beauty of it all. In my mind, in the world I've created for them, their lives aren't over! And so I give them recurring roles so that my readers may visit with them in another story. I’m committed to these characters. I’m committed to sharing their love and their lives with the outside world.
an introvert, Té Russ found solace in literary arts at
an early age. She found reading to be a vehicle to
broader horizons and writing a form of self-expression. She began
writing love stories in her adolescent years as a way to expel her
youthful thoughts of love into words. Since then she has gone from writing
stories and thoughts of love in journals to attending college
for journalism and falling in love, which has allowed those youthful
words of love to blossom into a series of stories in her romance
novels. Though she has an immense appreciation for the sheer
smell that books collectively exert, she
also has found balance to her introverted nature
with adrenaline inducing activities. So if she does not
have her nose pressed deeply into a book or her pin ticking through a pad, you
may also find this mother of three jumping out of airplanes, cheering her
husband on at the top of her lungs at MMA fights, buzzing down the interstate
on the back of motorcycles, or kayaking.
Recently, I've heard some horror stories from authors who were victims of "mental bullying" on social media sites. Has this ever happened to you? If so, how did you handle it? Also, what do you think that this unfortunate turn of events means for authors?
If you don't mind sharing your experience or opinion, please leave your comments below. You never know...it might help someone else.
What would you do if the only man you'd ever loved turned out to be a genuine, modern-day vampire?
The idea for Old Town Nights grew out of a spooky, windy evening spent in Lincoln Park a few days before Halloween. My husband and I had gone to a costume party--he, as a vampire, and I as his "unsuspecting victim." As we strolled the darkened streets, heading for our friends' apartment, we saw a lot of "vampires" out and about...and it struck me: What if some of these other costumed people were the "real deal?"
Then I started thinking: What if they lived and worked among us, seemingly ordinary, normal people--but they weren't. What would they do? How would they try to "blend in?" How could they manage to keep their dangerous secret from the rest of us?
When I answered those questions, my characters were born--and the first novel spawned three more after that. In the last book, a tragic mystery from the first book is solved...and the Slaters' lives are forever altered.
It's my hope that readers will want to make this journey with the Slaters and the other cast of characters from all four novels. Each book presents different love stories, fraught with the usual relationship problems--except, of course, with a bit more "bite."