I give great dialogue and I have an excellent bead on human psychology.
I give credit for these things to reading, excessively, many genres, much non fiction. My entire life.
Minoring in film didn’t hurt my dialogue skills.
I majored in history in case you were wondering. That’s more on the psychology side. LOL.
#AuthorLifeMonth continues with a question about my hobbies. I’ve talked about this before. I crochet, I paint by numbers, I yoga.
I also travel. As much as I can. And right now I am in Hawaii, showing some friends who’ve never been to the touristy sites. No judgement, that’s what they asked for.
And what do I care? It’s warm and sunny here. After 10 days of being snowed in, I am all for warm and sunny.
#AuthorLifeMonth has got to be the strangest daily post challenge I have ever participated in. I have to wonder, do you all really want to know all this about me?
OK, the easy answer to dream author meeting, Agatha Christie. Boom, done.
But that’s pretty short and boring, after all, she’s dead. It ain’t happening.
My cuz had an all female heavy metal band back in the late 80’s early 90’s. They got invited a lot of places in LA. She told me something I’ve always remembered. “When you meet a celebrity you can either have an autograph or an experience.” Update that to today, selfie or experience.
And I get what she meant. When you meet a “star” and you ask for a selfie or an autograph you are putting them in the star category and yourself in the fan category.
By treating them like a human, you might get an interesting experience. Or they might blow you off, mileage varies.
So while I have met a number of “stars” over the years, I only ever once asked for an autograph and I immediately regretted it because other people saw the exchange and mobbed him and he had to leave the location. It was the first “star” I ever met. I never did it again.
And no, I won’t be sharing my experiences. LOL.
Laughing, seriously? There is no safe way to answer this without pissing someone off. I’ll make my apologies now.
I could say my hubs, but realistically he is my biggest fan in life. And the one most likely to tell me I’ve bitten off more than I chew, yet again. And that’s a good partnership, plain and simple.
I could list various friends, but what makes one more fan-ish that another. They love my books because they love me. They love the crud I crochet because they love me.
Family? ROFL. Don’t kid yourself, most of them have not read a word I’ve written. Although props to my cuz, Lance, who works his social media like a fiend every time I am up for an award and need votes or release a new book. That is some serious love.
So I think I’ll talk instead about a mom at co-op. I would not have said we were friends. We were acquaintances. I taught/teach her children. Her children like me. She heard I wrote and got my books. She read them. She then sought me out as a human because she liked my books. That’s a good definition of a fan, if you ask me.
I don’t like to listen to music when I write. I find it creeps into my work. The tone of the music seeps into what I am writing.
I remember one Nano, at write in at a local cafe where they really support local artists, they were playing a CD that was super repetitive. And when we all broke after a word war and looked at our materials, almost everyone realized they had written lyrics into the story from the repetitive music.
It’s not always that dramatic but…if I’m listening to something slow and melodic, I find it hard to give my conflict umph. Contrarily, if the music is pumping, I write fast, but everyone is pissed at everyone else.
No music for me.
Although, I don’t like silence either. Must be a hold over from my early days writing while my kiddo was at co-op and parkour. Noise is good.
I used to have a first edition of an Agatha Christie. I found it in a second hand shop. It was fairly beat up. It wasn’t one of my favorite books.
But it was a first edition!
We moved 6 months ago from a 3000 square foot monstrosity in the middle of nowhere to a 1200 square foot townhouse in the heart of the city. Better commute for everyone.
I have always been a declutterer. I don’t like too much stuff about. So when you go from 3000 sf to 1200, a lot needs to go.
I decided to let go of all my “prized possessions” that didn’t actually improve my life. Including my first edition.
#AuthorLifeMonth continues with distractions.
I gotta be honest, the kiddo is a huge distraction but not one I choose to do rather than write. He’s my child, he is a priority. When I think writing distractions I think things I like as much as writing and therefore have to pick which one will get my small amount of available time.
So here, is the biggest competition for my time….
My zoo, which is how I lovingly refer to the teenagers I teach on Mondays. There’s more than 20 of them now, spread over two classes, history and writing. I love teaching them. They are hysterically funny and smart and difficult, all at the same time. They get the best of what’s left over in my time right now.