Tuesday, December 22, 2009
My husband reads me into every heroine I write. I firmly believe that my characters are their own people. I don’t want any responsibility for the awful things they do.
What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
Dressed up to go out on the town with a nasty pink wig and played Laser Tag with a huge gaggle of Moms. We got a lot of comments (few of them positive).
I can imagine that. When did you first discover that you were a writer?
When I tried to take the summer off to enjoy my boys and instead drove us all insane.
Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
I’m not as adventurous as I should be. I love suspense, romance, and the classics in fiction. In nonfiction I stick to theological books, books on writing, and fitness-related topics.
What other books have you written, whether published or not?
The Fourth of July and The Broken Path are my first two published books. I don’t think you want to hear the list of books I’ve written. My first two attempts worked great for starting campfires. I currently have three books finished that I need to polish and send off to my publisher. It’s hard to let these babies go.
How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
I run. Literally. I’m an exercise scientist and if I don’t get an hour or more of running or weight-lifting in, nobody is happy at my house.
My other relief is Sunday. The Sabbath is truly a day of rest for my family. We go to church and then we enjoy each other. No cooking (okay, I bake, but that’s fun), no cleaning, no writing. This wonderful break makes the rest of my crazy life possible.
How do you choose your characters’ names?
First names are fun. My characters start having conversations in my brain shortly after I have a nightmare that starts the plot. They always tell me their names.
Last names are horrible. Phonebook?
What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
Being a mom. Have you seen how cute my boys are?
If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
A bear. Whenever we read Franklin books I find myself relating with Bear. He loves to eat! I like food far too much and I’m extremely over-protective of my children. Nobody messes with the Momma bear!
What is your favorite food?
Chocolate. Has to be high-quality though. I found my seven-year old sneaking Ghirardelli chocolate from the freezer and whispering to his friend, “You can eat my mom’s chocolate, but you can’t chew it, you have to savor it.”
What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
What advice would you give to an author just starting out?
Find a fabulous critique group. My critique group cheers me on and gives me insights I would never find elsewhere.
Tell us about the featured book?
Savannah Compton is devastated when her sister and best friend, Allison, falls into a coma after a tragic accident. Or was it an accident? Even with a charming and handsome detective at her side, it seems Savannah may never discover the truth. But if she doesn’t her family could be in even more danger. And Savannah’s past holds its own secrets that could change everything.
Now she must prove her innocence to the one person who is beginning to matter most. Join Savannah as she struggles to summon faith and rely on hope, even in the darkest of circumstances, and learn how the bond between sisters can overcome anything.
Please give us the first page of the book.
Wesley Richins dimmed the lights, inching to a stop across the street from his target’s two-story house. The Hummer was loud. Too loud. He cut the motor and peered out his windshield. Light radiated from the interior of the house, spilling onto the porch and yard. He couldn’t see the woman. He waited.
Minutes later he received his reward, a glimpse of her at the kitchen window. She filled a glass with water and handed it to her baby.
Wes licked his lips. His eyes devoured her: Dark hair, olive skin, sparkling brown eyes. His heartbeat increased. Three weeks. His fingers tapped a staccato on the steering wheel. Three weeks of watching and waiting. He wrapped his palm around the wheel. Tonight was the payoff.
She walked from the kitchen and moments later passed the panes of glass adorning her front door. A glance at the clock confirmed his wait was almost over—nine p.m., bedtime for her son. He rubbed his hands together. He’d give her some time to relax and then make his appearance.
How would she react? He tilted the rearview mirror and grinned at his reflection. What a dumb question. How did every woman react to him?
Don't stop there. Okay, everyone, I'm sure you feel like me. You have to get your hands on that book. How can readers find you on the Internet?
Thank you so much, Lena.
Blessings to you all,
And thank you, Cami, for spending this time with us.
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