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1) Does writing energize or exhaust you?
Writing energizes me. Writing is a special interest of mine, which means something I am very knowledgeable and passionate about. This is one reason I can sit and write for as long as I do, why I can achieve what I can in terms of the amount of words. When I don’t write, I feel tense and nervous. I don’t always put in twelve hours, but I find I need to put in at least an hour to make me feel better.
2) What are common traps for new authors?
Believing that you will be the next one hit wonder. It can be fun to imagine it, to look at a book we’ve written and expect it to end up on the best seller lists, for our first book to blow everyone away. The reality is rarely so neat. In my experience, my success has come from the entire body of work I’ve put out, not from any one story. This means if I’d stopped working after book one, if I’d poured everything I had into it—financially and time wise—and just waited for it to become a hit, I’d have little to show for it.
Instead, I moved onto my next story. I knew that my books would gain ground as I went, as readers found my new work and then chose to look at my backlist. I think the biggest trap for new authors is to freeze and focus on a single story as their one epic amazing story that will carry their entire career, because I don’t think this is the case for the vast majority of authors.
3) How many hours a day do you write?
It depends. I start at 5am, but how long I go will depend on what else I’m doing. If I am editing, I don’t actually write at all usually. I write in twenty-five minutes sprints—pomodoro method—and try to do quite a few. I am always done by 5pm, but usually finish all my work—including marketing and editing—around 2pm. There are times when during those hours I have to run errands or do other things, as well.
4) At what time of the day do you do most of your writing?
I write mostly in the early morning hours. The house is quiet, there are few distractions fighting for my attention, and I haven’t done anything else to exhaust me, yet. The longer I get through the day, the less self-discipline I have and the easier it is for me to get distracted. Kids need help and food, husband needs to find his socks, things need cleaning or calls must be made, and all those things bite away at my writing time. For this reason, I do actual writing first thing in the morning, then move to marketing and other administrative work later. By evening, I am completely useless and tend to veg out with trashy reality TV and video games.
Hell Raising and Other Pastimes
by Jayce Carter
GENRE: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Lots of people have told me to go to hell—I guess they finally got their wish.
I’ve finally accepted the fact I might not be entirely human, so you’d think life could give me a minute. Instead, I find myself sucked into hell at Lucifer’s demand, and I realize death is even more complicated than my life was.
I’m still searching for how to stop the missing spirits before it’s too late, and with no suspects other than Lucifer, I have to survive hell—where everything wants to kill me—so I can confront the devil himself. Not even my love life can be simple, though. Troy is terrified of his werewolf side hurting me, Kase and Grant are lying to me, and Hunter is keeping his own secrets. I know better than to trust anyone, especially the men who have taken over my life.
Get to Lucifer’s Court, find out the truth about the missing spirits, figure out exactly what I am, and try not to die along the way. Oh, and don’t fall in love with the men who will for sure break my heart and possibly get me killed.
Easy enough, right?
Hunter nodded, then tossed pieces of twine onto the table. “Rooms for the night. I’d say it’ll be better than sleeping on the ground, but they often rent these things by the hour.”
“Let’s just be glad they don’t have black lights here,” Grant said.
I nodded at the twine. “What’s with the rope? Does the bondage come complimentary? Come for the rooms, stay for the rope play?”
“You telling me you want me to tie you up, shadow-girl?” Hunter picked one up and reached across the table to catch my wrist. He tied it on me, the feeling of his strong fingers against me enough to make me wonder if the rooms might give us a second, spider-free, shot at sex. “These are enchanted to get us into the rooms. Think of it like a keycard, hell-style. We have four rooms, and the sigil on the bead matches the one on the door of the room.”
I twisted the string on my wrist. “There isn’t a bead on mine.”
“That’s because you’re approved for all the rooms.”
The statement sounded nice until math caught up with me and fucked me like it always did. “That means I’m not getting my own room, doesn’t it?”
Hunter didn’t even try to look sorry. “It isn’t nearly safe enough for you to sleep alone, shadow-girl. You’ll bunk down with someone else.”
“And let me guess—you’re offering?”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.