Yesterday I met my Publicist!

So I wasn’t going to do another blog this week and to tell you the truth I really don’t have the time. I’m about to go on a blog tour so have heaps of pre-blogging to do if that makes sense. But this week I actually did have something interesting happen to me that was writing related.
My publicist came over for a cuppa yesterday afternoon.
I can hear the, “So what?” chiming in the background. You don’t understand. My publicist coming over to my place for coffee is something that doesn’t happen often. Okay, it’s never happened. And that’s not because my house is a complete mess and I only have instant… which in hindsight is probably a good enough reason for her to stay away. That and the fact that I really meant to brush my hair and put on some make up before she came over. But one thing led to another and well … she caught me in my “mum” gear. But I digress. The reason we never catch up is because she lives in Sydney and I live in Perth. So we’ve been having this telephone/email relationship for over a year now and I have never met her in person despite all the great work she’s been doing to promote my books. So when we found out she’d be in Perth for a few days couldn’t resist teeing up a meet and greet.
It was great to finally meet Jess, in person. My kids were excited too. In fact, I think when her taxi rocked up at 1.50pm they thought she’d come to see them. My boys wouldn’t stop chewing her ear off about “Transformers.” Luckily, Jess knew all the lingo and managed to keep two conversations going at once. One about Optimus Prime and his team of unbeatable autobots and the other about media releases, books tours and competitions for writers. I gotta say, she really is one talented lady.
She’s got me really buzzed about kicking off promo for “The Girl in the Hard Hat,” come Jan. Sigh. I have a lot of work to do!


The Making of The Girl in the Hard Hat

As Christmas edges closer and the school year draws to an end, I’ve been running around like a headless chicken trying to fit everything in. Shopping, functions, parties, concerts and re-enrolments. Writing always gets benched when the family demands attention and this time of year is rife with it. Hence the reason for no blog last week and a real short one today. To make up for it though, I just thought I’d mention that I’ve recently updated my website’s bookshelf page to include a little more information about my upcoming January release. So if you’re interested in how “The Girl in the Hard Hat” came to be, go to my Bookshelf page and click on, The Making of The Girl in the Hard Hat Or I guess you could just connect from here.

Happy Reading!

Chapter One

I’ve noticed that writers often to like to make announcements on the blog or social networks when they have finished a novel.  The want to tell the world, “I’ve finally written, THE END.”  Not that I blame them. I’ve done it myself. Writing a novel is such a huge undertaking. You wouldn’t do it unless you loved it. It’s hard work and sometimes quite draining emotionally and intellectually. That’s what makes finishing one so satisfying. Finally this world you have created is complete, you’ve had a stack of fun creating it and now you just want to set it free.

Today I’m breaking with tradition and instead of marking the close of one project, I’m announcing the beginning of a new one.  Frankly, sometimes I think starting a book is almost as hard as finishing one. Do you know how daunting a blank page is?  Word count:  zero. It’s scary. That’s why, the hundreds of people out there who say, “I’m going to write a book one day,” never do!

Yesterday, after two weeks of procrastination I opened up a fresh new word document and typed the words, ‘Chapter one’  at the top, set up my pages numbers, my headers and footers and then realised there was nothing left for it but to start.  Oh cripes! Where? I do have a lot of ideas for my third novel, but there aren’t in any particular order yet.  My characters are in my head but they’re not “real” yet until they start walking around on the page and talking back to me. At the moment, I’m still a stranger in my own world – kind of like being at a party and not knowing any one.

Two hours later, I had 648 words on the page. It was rubbish as you’d expect from a first draft but I was pretty pleased with myself because I’d broken a barrier. I’d started.  The words always come easier once I’ve begun.  So because I was feeling so happy about last night’s progress I just wanted to let you all know, my third book is now a WIP. (Work in Progress) YAY!

When Your Husband Reads Your Novel

My husband has always been ultra supportive of my writing, always pitching in with the kids so that I have time to write. He’s read all my books before they were published even though they’re not exactly the genre he’s interested in.

Well, Hard Hat is coming out in less than two months and he hasn’t read it yet.  We’ve been so busy lately.  Four kids on no sleep is hard work.  If there’s a choice between going to bed early or staying up to read a book, I don’t blame him for choosing the former over the latter.  Nonetheless, he is determined to read the book before it hits the shelves, just so he can say that he did. In his words, “What’s the point of being married to a famous author if you don’t get to read the book first?”   So to achieve his goal, he’s been reading a little of my novel every day on the train on the way to work. For the last couple of weeks when he gets home he’s had something to say about the particular chapter he’s up to, which is really nice for me.  Writers love getting feedback particularly from one whose opinion they value so much.  One night he came home rather cross.  You see, he’d just finished reading chapter 3, in which my hero does something a little out there to my heroine. As my book is set on a real construction site that I actually did work on ten years ago my husband’s first comment was, “Did anything like this ever happen to you because what he did was just outrageous!”  I quickly assured him that said hero’s behaviour was purely fictional and completely plucked from my imagination rather than my experience.  “Well, good.” He grunted, still none too pleased. After watching him stomp around the kitchen for a bit, I asked, “Why are you in such a bad mood?” Then he looked a little sheepish. “I don’t know. Just feel a bit silly because I was sitting there on the train seething all the way home with jealousy of an imaginary character in your book! ”

I think it was probably one of the best compliments I’ve had for this book.  Not only did I write a scene that really pushed  someone’s buttons but I proved that despite the fact that I’ve forgotten what women use make up for, my hair hasn’t been washed in a week and my belly has not yet shrunk back to it’s original pre-pregnancy size, I still “got it.”

Hee hee hee.