17 October 2010
Sandra Cox is my guest today :-)
What is your most treasured possession?
Got to be my computer. How can one survive without it?
If you couldn’t write, what would do instead?
That’s a good question. I’d paint if I had any talent in that direction Since I don’t we’ll have to rule out painting. I’d be an animal behaviorist if I had the patience. But since neither of those will work for me, I write:-)
Who or what influenced your writing the most?
Probably authors I admire: Norah Roberts, Stephenie Myer.
Have you always wanted to write, and if not what was your 1st choice?
Pretty much. Though, for many years I never considered it a serious option. Too many self doubts.
I think readers would be amazed at how many writers wrestle with self-doubt, and I mean well-known writers!
Which character you have created is your favorite and why?
That’s a tough one. Every time I write a book, that character is my favorite. In Sundial, I like Sarah Miles because she’s both strong and gentle. She’s self reliant and will go to any lengths for those she loves, including traveling through time.
If you could have created any character in literature who/which one would you choose?
Jo in Little Women.
What is your favorite color, and how does it make you feel when you wear it?
I’ve asked myself that for years and I’ve never been able to narrow it down to one color. I love the cheeriness of yellow. I love the brilliance of jewel tones. They make me feel bold and confident. And I love pastels. They make me feel soft and comforted.
To muse or not to muse? Do you have one, and how many arguments do you have if she/he wants you to write things their way? Do you always do what they want?
I definitely have a muse. She pops up at the oddest times. A couple of years ago while I was out walking, I spotted a ceramic fairy on top of a gazing ball. I just stopped and stared at it and my muse whispered, “There’s a story here.” And GROUNDED was born.
I know flowers are an important part of your life, please will you tell us about them and share your favorite flower/plant with us?
Flowers touch us all with their ethereal beauty. How could we survive without them? As you know:-) I’ve written a metaphysical book on flowers called Flower Power. As far as my favorite, it’s like color, impossible for me to decide. I can say with certainty that I lean toward perennials. I love knowing that they are only resting in the winter and will pop up again in the spring. If I absolutely had to choose it would probably be Irises. My daughter got me hooked on them when she painted them in her art classes in high school.
I know what you mean about plants/trees resting during the winter. It's a beautiful concept we can carry over into our lives, sometimes too.
What do you do to relax?
In spring, summer and fall, my relax time is on the porch that overlooks my gardens. I get a good book and stretch out in the lounge chair. By the way, I’m looking forward to reading The Brat out there:-)
Aw, thanks, hon.
Why do you write in your chosen genre?
Ooh, there’s another tough one because my genres are all over the boards. Sundial is a time travel romance, Flower Power is a metaphysical and Moon Watchers, coming out in January, is a crossover YA:-0 But the majority of my writing is some form of paranormal fiction. I love fantasy and having the ability to escape into a world of magic.
Please will you share the blurb and an excerpt from your book?
Thanks for asking, Sherry.
Excerpt from Sundial:
Without warning, he burst into her senses.
One moment Sarah Miles was driving down a busy street with the top down. The next…a stranger with black hair, dressed in clothes from a bygone era materialized in front of her car, his outline shimmery and insubstantial.
“Oh, my God!” Sarah screamed as fear coursed down her spine. She stomped on the brakes. The tires squealed as steel-belted radials bit into asphalt.
Her cat Monet, riding in the passenger seat, went skidding across the seat and onto the floor.
The tall, sleek stranger stretched his arms towards her.
Saura. The word whispered through her mind, a bastardized version of her name.
I can read his thoughts! Her hands gripped the steering wheel and her body went rigid. She tensed for the impact…that never came.
She felt a mild jolt of electricity as her car passed through him. She closed her eyes then opened them as the car screeched to a stop, throwing her forward. The seat belt bit into her shoulder as it jerked her back from the dash and flung her against the seat.
The driver behind her laid on his horn then swerved his black Blazer across the yellow line, barely getting back in his own lane before an oncoming car whizzed by.
She pulled over to the side. Her dark hair fell forward as she leaned her head against the steering wheel, trembling, hoping the afternoon sun beating down would warm her chilled body.
Where can we buy?
Currently: classactbooks.com, but it will soon be available at amazon.com
Where can we find you?
Any other information you wish to add…please feel free.
Thanks so much for having me, Sherry. And folks please stop by my blog, http://www.sandracox.blogspot.com/. Nov 2, when I’ll be interviewing our hostess.