Borrowed Stilettos, and was gracious enough to answer Ten Questions!
Without further ado, welcome Rebecca!
What is your favorite beverage when you write?
Something hot. I drink a lot of coffee and green tea. When writing steamy love scenes, however, a good red wine is nice.
What is your favorite font to write in?
Anything but Courier. When I read that font, everything I write sounds like a bad rough draft. If I change it to Century Schoolbook (my favorite), the same words miraculously morph into something readable.
What music do you listen to when you write (or do you prefer it quiet)?
My preference is quiet. If I do listen to music, it can’t have any lyrics.
When it comes to those all important jotted notes, which is it – composition pads or sticky notes?
Composition pads. I’ve tried using sticky notes, but they end up stuck all over my house. I once found one stuck to the bottom of my purse while grocery shopping.
What’s your favorite snack when pounding away at the keyboard?
I try not to eat while I’m writing, because it would be way too easy to snarf away 100s of calories. If I was eating something like broccoli or baby carrots, it wouldn’t be an issue.
What inspires you when you write?
I use an online timer or Write or Die. There’s nothing like a ticking clock to make my fingers start flying across the keyboard.
What do you turn to when you stumble across a road block in the creative process and need to regroup?
I do several things. Taking a long walk outside always helps, as does reading a fiction book outside the genre I write in. Sometimes, I’ll switch gears and work on a different project, because the other projects are always way more interesting than my WIP.
Where do the ideas and concepts for your work come from?
Anywhere and everywhere.
What do you wish there was more of in the market?
I wish there were more straight contemporary romances. I enjoy a good paranormal every now and then, but it seems like every new release these days is a vampire/shifter/werewolf/demon/apocalypse story.
Lastly, what advice would you give to an up and coming writer that hopes to submit their work and become published in the future?
Focus more on the writing and the craft of writing than the business and promo aspects at this point. And don’t ever, EVER give up. If you give up today, you’ll never know if tomorrow was your big break.
Great answers, Rebecca. ;-) Tell us where we can find you on the web. Or share any upcoming projects with us!
Find me on the web at www.RebeccaJClark.com, www.shywriters.blogspot.com, www.Facebook.com/rebeccajclark.author
Now, for a preview of Borrowed Stilettos (which is on my TBR list as we speak!).
Borrowed Stilettos Blurb:
It's a classic case of mistaken identity...only this time, it's no mistake.
Mild-mannered teacher Audrey Thompson dresses as her flamboyant but cowardly twin in order to break up with her sister's fiance, Zach Banister. Before she can do the dirty deed, she starts to fall for him herself. Her plan goes hilariously and seductively awry, as things tend to do when you're stuffing your bra and borrowing your sister's stilettos. Little does Audrey realize, however, Zach is also playing a game and has his own agenda.
Borrowed Stilettos Excerpt:
Well. It was now or never. Adrenaline blasted through her veins, heating her skin. Taking a deep breath of courage, she navigated the first step downward while holding the banister for support. Her ankle wobbled on the four-inch heel. She took another step. This time, she swayed precariously. Her head swam with visions of being splayed out like road kill on the Banister slate.
The threesome below turned her way.
“Ava,” Zach greeted with a smile in his voice. Its deep tone echoed the answering quiver in her belly. She imagined what her name would sound like rolling off his tongue. She froze on the second step from the top, afraid to move. Who in their right mind would ever install hardwood stairs? Nerves rattled around her gut like coins in an empty soda can.
“Darling, we were just talking about you,” he said, moving toward the bottom of the staircase.
Darling? Oh, crap. How was she supposed to break up with a man who called her ‘darling’ in such a sexy way?
“Come down here, and I’ll introduce you.”
Judging from the hostile postures of the women, Audrey decided she’d rather have a root canal. She hoped they couldn’t see up her skirt from their lower vantage point. She said a silent prayer of thanks she hadn’t taken her sister’s advice and was, in fact, wearing panties. Could she call a thong “panties”?
Thanks for stopping by the blog, Rebecca! I apologize for my tardiness! Everyone, give her an extra special warm welcome! ;-)