We're tickled here at Inkstained Succubus to be publishing HC Playa's first book, Fated Bonds. And today, we have HC with us, talking about the life of a writer.
A Day in the Life of a writer…
5:30am- Smack alarm
5:40- Smack alarm again
5:50- Grumble as I fall
out of bed, smack the alarm, and stumble to the bathroom
Needless to say, I am
not one of those that get up early to write.
6-9am – Hectic dash to
get everyone to school and work.
9-5:30pm- Work, wherein I
sometimes sneak in writing while cells are incubating or solvent is
evaporating, or maybe it’s just Monday.
6:00-9:00- Pick up kids,
ferry to required appointments when needed, and then transport home.
Cook dinner if not already cooked by my partner in crime, eat, and if
I’m very lucky, sit down to write for thirty minutes or an hour.
10:00- Delay going to bed
by one more paragraph, or more likely, one more clicky Facebook game.
Most of my writing gets
done in spurts on the weekends. Sometimes I even get the house to
myself, but more often than not the kids are doing their own thing
while I torture characters. Some writers have playlists or
soundtracks for their writing. Mine isn’t the usual variety.
[Typing]
“Mom, I’m hungry.”
“You just ate.”
“I’m hungry again.”
“So eat an apple.”
“Okay.”
[Typing]
”Meow…Meow…Meow”
[Typing]
“Meeeeooooow”
“Did anyone feed the
cats this morning?”
[Chorus of “no’s”]
[Randomly pick child for
task] “Please feed the cats.”
[Typing, typing, typing]
“Bark, bark, bark.”
“Someone let Millie out
before she pees.”
Silence
[Realize everyone has
escaped outside to avoid chores.]
“Bark, bark, bark.”
[Sets aside laptop]
“Come on Millie.”
I have been known to
accidently type “feed the cats” or a child’s name instead of
what I meant to type. Still, I’ve learned to make the most of those
golden minutes of silence before someone demands I return to the
“real world”.
As a treat, here’s an
excerpt from Fated Bonds, my
newly released novel:
When
she hit the street, Tala flipped on the siren and lights she'd paid
to have installed. She leaned on the horn as she veered around an old
Cadillac going a full ten miles under the speed limit and then raced
through a yellow light. Kynigos grabbed the door when Tala swung
around a corner, tires squealing. Tala floored the gas pedal as
vehicles moved out of her way. It gave her a perverse pleasure to see
Kynigos’s white face as she careened down the street.
“Please
tell me you don’t drive like this all of the time.”
Of
course she didn’t, but Tala feigned ignorance, “Drive like what?”
Tala hit the brakes and screeched to a halt in front of a dilapidated
apartment building.
Just
as she turned the key to kill the engine a small surge of magic came
from the woman next to her. Tala could spot a protection spell while
half-asleep. Too general to truly be effective, she never bothered
with them, but many lesser skilled magic practitioners used them with
the same habitual frequency Catholics used the sign of the cross.
“Shit,”Tala
said.
You can find Fated
Bonds on Amazon,
Barnes
and Noble, or order from InkStained
Succbus. Also, feel free to check out my blog
(hcplaya.wordpress.com), find my on Facebook
(HC Playa), or follow my on Twitter (@HCPlaya). If you’ve read the
book and liked it, consider leaving a review on Amazon.
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