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Welcome to my writing space, otherwise known as my living room. Here’s an advantage of being single and a writer hermit that never invites people over. I can turn my living room into my writer’s den.
I do have an office, but my butt prefers the soft padded recliner to the ergonomic chair.
My recliner rocks and reclines, giving me options. As I write this, I am rocking to the tune of Kenny Chesney’s El Cerrito Place. Before you become too impressed with my ability to name country music songs, I’ve digital radio on my TV so all I had to do was look up two inches higher than my PC screen and type what the words on the TV.
I also eat lunch and dinner in this chair while going through my endless emails. Some days I check the box after 3 hours of writing and discover I’ve 5 pages of new emails. That’s my cue to go make popcorn with curry sprinkled on top and snack while I read them all. I also try to check spam every other day. You would be amazed at how many lotteries and grand prizes I win without even entering. I must be the luckiest person alive.
I know you’ll be shocked, but I never open and fill out the lottery document requesting all my financial information so they can send me my million dollars. The truth is I believe lotteries come with a curse. I’ve even written a book about that. (Not published yet)
Sick of your family and friends? Want them to all hate you? Want to be stalked by con-artists and wacky people who become threatening when you don’t share your good fortune? Win a lottery. You’ll piss off everyone you care about without even trying. Just say no to their harebrain schemes and try to keep your winnings for your own misguided ideas. Soon all you’ll have for company are scary stalkers who insist God wants you to give them all your money. You’ll know you hit rock bottom when you long for your annoying brother-in-law who thinks farting is a sports event.
My advice, given from my comfy recliner/rocker, is to avoid all lotteries, even the real ones. Now back to the topic I’m supposed to discuss: My writing space. (I get distracted easily.)
Except when I’m hiking with my dog Jess, this chair is probably where you’ll find me. Writing, Editing, Blogging, Tweeting, Commenting on Facebook or marketing. You’ll notice it’s not entirely tidy around my chair. I thought about cleaning it up for the picture, but that would be dishonest. The truth is I prefer having books and stuff nearby rather than having a tidy environment. One of the reasons I can endure this mess is because I can’t really see it. What I see is this view.
What’s with the red glowing fan thing? It’s my heater that’s needed because I keep the heat at 55 degrees F. (Starving authors cannot afford oil heat.)
Notice my sister’s latest gift: my flat screen TV. As a starving author, working full time at my craft, I had a small clunky TV, but my sister sent this as my Christmas present this year. She’s a fabulous sister, and no, I will not trade her for yours. So don’t ask.
Well, I need to get back to work now. Glad you stopped by. And please buy Saving Casey.(Starving author…remember?) You’ll laugh, cry and yell a lot—so don’t read it at work.
Because this was such a fun interview, one lucky commenter will receive either the worst swag in the history of swagdom: Facial temp tats like Saving Casey’s…
or a $5 Amazon Gift Card. Winner’s choice. Just state which you are hoping for and leave your email so I don’t spend a whole day hunting you down.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: I live in Denville, NJ with my dog, Jess. We hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, I learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. I’m an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through my entire life, my first love has and always will be writing novels. I love to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
Eighty-year-old Cass wakes up in the body of a troubled seventeen-year-old girl named Casey, which all believe has survived a suicide attempt. Cass intends to turn the girl’s life around, only it’s harder than she expects. All Casey’s troubles have now become Cass’s and someone wants her dead.
Read an Excerpt
Upon settling down on the toilet, Cass noticed the floor to ceiling mirror facing her and screamed at the sight of the creature within it. Short black hair spouted about its head, black circles surrounded both eyes and fell like triangular knives down the cheeks. Black lips, stretched in horror as if in a nightmare. Pulling up her pants, she moved closer to the mirror.
She was a ghoul, an honest to God ghoul!
The door crashed open and her father stared at her, fear and panic clear in his eyes.
She touched her face. “Please tell me these aren’t permanent.”
His panic remained a second longer as her words filtered into his brain and then he pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry, we will get them removed—if you want to…”
“If? Oh, I definitely want them removed,” she said.
How can I turn around my life if I look like the walking dead from a low-grade monster movie?
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