Anne - Welcome
to Piedmont Island, Judi. I’m so glad you could drop
by before Labor Day and the official end of summer. Regardless of the season,
it’s always a joy to chat with a fellow author. Now, if you’re comfortable and have
helped yourself to a cyber beverage and sweet treat (baked fresh in my amazing
cyber oven ;-) -- let’s start with something personal. Do
you have a fear, phobia, or habit you’d rather no one knew about?
Judi - My close
friends know that I am terrified of bats. Outside, where they belong, they're
fine. Inside, where they don't belong, I will abandon my house until I can beg
or hire someone to get rid of them. Been there, done that.
Anne – LOL, Judi. That
reminds me of years ago, while on vacation with our then 7-year old daughter, a
bat got inside our cabin. Dear hubby shivered, then handed our daughter a tennis
racket as he raced out the door and left us to fend for ourselves! (I knew I’d
get a chance to write about that one day. Thanks for the perfect opportunity.)
Next question: When did you first realize you were destined to be a writer?
Judi - Probably in the third grade when we had to write a story. I
did what would now be considered fan fiction on a series I read as a kid. It
was lots of years later before I began seriously writing.
Judi - Wishes and Dreams is a sweet, humorous story. What
can go wrong for Dakota Bucklin in one morning? Everything, when her
great-great-great grandfather is meddling and her long-time friend, Will
Graham, is distractingly attractive.
Anne - Of the characters
you’ve created, does one hold a special place in your heart? Why?
Judi - The ghost in Wishes and Dreams. He's named for my
great-grandfather and I thoroughly enjoyed making up a story that included a
family member.
Anne - How many rejections
have you received? Was one more memorable than others?
Judi - Too many to count. I have a folder full. The most memorable
was from an agent who shall remain nameless. He/she stamped (as in one already
made) "not for me" on my query letter and mailed it back. Didn't even
bother to use a piece of their own paper.
I'm surprised they bothered with the cost of the postage.
The most helpful
was one of the first queries I sent on my first manuscript--which will never be
published--I think to an editor. She suggested I contact a local RWA
chapter. For that advice, I will be
forever grateful. Over the years, I have found wonderful support and awesome
critique partners.
Anne - Any words of advice
for struggling, unpublished writers?
Judi - Keep writing. If the words aren't flowing, try another
story. My last three releases--and the book releasing in October--interrupted
my WIP. As I finished each story, I returned to the WIP with renewed
enthusiasm. Writing is not an easy business, but typing The End are the most
rewarding words ever written.
Judi – Here you go!
Captain Frazier
didn't need this nonsense, even if the café was named after his daughter,
Katherine. Being a ghost was difficult enough without all the annoying noise
from Dakota's renovations.
The bed and
breakfast part wasn't too bad. The worst noise came from snoring guests. But
the banging of the carpenters was the last straw. A café. She was turning his
beloved home into little more than a roadside diner. That was no way to respect
a centuries-old house. No way to respect him. He had to take the wind out of
her sails and belay this nonsense.
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Dakota stood to
one side holding a flat pan in her hand, her sherry-colored eyes wide open as
she surveyed the mess. A few wisps of her dark brown hair peeked from under a
crooked red bandana.
Will stepped
into the room, the door swinging shut behind him. "You doing some
heavy-duty redecorating?" He regretted his teasing in case she'd been hit
by one of the falling pans. "Seriously, are you okay? Did you get
hurt?"
Dakota shifted
her gaze to his chest. Her eyes widened even further.
At that moment,
Will realized he wore only his pajama bottoms. In his haste to discover what
had happened, he had neglected to slip into his jeans and pull on a T-shirt.
"No, I'm
fine. It's just… I don't know what happened."
Her voice
sounded dazed, worrying Will that she had indeed been injured in spite of her
assurance she wasn't. He didn't see any blood or bruising, so he had to assume
she was okay.
"I reached
for this," she waved the flat pan she held, "and everything came
tumbling down."
Anne - Great scene! Thank you. Quick. Your five
favorites – author, actor, movie, song, quote.
Judi - Author: Anne McCaffrey; Actor: Kevin Spacy; Movie: The very
first Star Wars, not as reordered; Song: whichever one I'm, listening to on
iTunes; Quote: “Sing like no one's
listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching, and
live like its heaven on earth.”
Anne - Where can readers
find you online?
Anne - You’re offering a giveaway copy of one of your stories to one lucky reader. What
question would you like them to address in a comment to be eligible for the
draw?
Judi - I'm offering a free electronic copy of Night of Turmoil, a story set during the Tunisian Revolution, to one commenter who
answers the following question: What is your dream vacation spot and why would
you like to go there?
Anne – Great
question, Judi. Even though I’m not eligible for the draw, I still want to
answer! Newfoundland, Ireland, and Utah are all on my bucket list.
Okay readers,
now it’s your turn. Please include your email addy, but provide the hacker
proof version (ie. – yourname AT gmail DOT com). The winner will be selected at
random and announced here on September 4. Good luck!
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