Today the lovely Lea Darragh is with me on Write Bytes! Lea’s book Almost Mine is now out. Take it away Lea!
What’s on top of your to-be-read pile?
Right now I am completely engrossed in the psychological thriller (I know, far removed from the realms of romantic, heart-warming tales that usually steal my attention) Gone Girl. It. Is. A. Maze. Ing. That is all. Can’t give anything away. Just read it!
What do you feel when you contemplate your to-be-read pile?
I’ve an eclectic bunch of books awaiting my removal from my shelf and into a snuggly chair with me. Jane Green’s The Patchwork Marriage, Lauren Oliver’s Before I Fall, Dean Koontz’s What the Night Knows, Sylvia Days Afterburn/Aftershock and the list goes on. While a good romance is usually an automatic choice made by me, it really all depends on my mood, or what kind of day I’ve had that dictates what I pull from the shelf.
What’s your most guilty pleasure?
Ok. I’ll answer this, but please keep in mind that I am a romance writer and lover of all things that make my heart go all aflutter. I am completely addicted to The Bachelorette. The concept is ridiculous, really. A little degrading, most certainly, but I love watching all of the men pulling out all of their stops to win over a woman who wants nothing more than to be won over. I gush. I melt. I just love watching like a fly on the wall as love grows before my very eyes.
How often do you exercise?
Though I usually have to be pushed into it, I exercise five days a week. I don’t get all routiney about it, otherwise I’d fight it. I freestyle my workout. I love to dance! Love It! Nothing gets a heart racing or a pulsing, well, pulsing, like a hip shaking boogie. Though you’d never see my routine being sold for $99.95 on an infomercial, it does work. Try it! Liberate yourself! My happy wellbeing is credited to it.
Where was your last holiday?
Hol…i…day…I think I’m familiar with the word…but it’s been so long that I’m not quite sure that I understand the question…though I will tell you that if I were to leave on a holiday today, I would pack the family up and jet-set us to the U.K! How awesome is their accent! How adorable are their little cottages! Real princes live there!
What do you like to cook?
I am in charge of all of the roast cooking in our house. We share dinner duty (don’t tell my husband, but he is actually better in the kitchen than I. I really have no flavour palate.) But when it comes to a Sunday dinner, I’m your gal. Chicken is my specialty, moist and tasty, roast potatoes that are fluffy in the middle yet crispy beneath, corn cobs with butter, blanched vegies, gravy…excuse me while I duck out and wipe my drool.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would that be?
Somewhere sunny but with shade beneath a huge leafy canopy. A lake with a jetty. Far enough away from people to assure complete serenity yet close enough to keep in touch with the world. I want fresh air, beauty, clarity, calm. I don’t know of this place, perhaps I’ll write about it…would love a heads up if anyone can locate it for me…please…
What time of day do you write?
I write at night, though I would love the luxury of an anytime of the day gig. I write while the children sleep. While all is quiet. Sometimes well into the night until I realise that it is morning and I need to be forced to bed.
What are the best and worst things about being a writer?
Worst; second guessing every word that I write. Feeling like an imposter. Continuously comparing myself to others and realising that I lag way behind. Falling in love with my characters and then realise that I don’t actually know what their story is about, but can’t walk away because they deserve an ending. Negative reviews from people who don’t get me, or did I just not explain my motives enough…see, second guessing every word that I write. Best; knowing that none of the worst matters. I am a writer and I could stop if I tried.
What was the last non-romance book you read?
Besides Gone Girl, the last non-romance book was The Book Thief. I completely love war stories, especially those involving Nazi Germany. I cannot explain why; I don’t have a familial connection, I just find that stories of people who overcame such a horrific time in history something I take awe in. They give me perspective; though I have shit days, they are not the shittiest be a long, long shot.
Describe your writing space?
I really wish that I could say that I have an office designated for inspiration and mammoth word counts because it provides an authorly feel, surrounded by books and overlooks a garden or a lake or even a lovely street-scape…but really it is my dining table. As blunt and boring as that. It does the job though, and sometimes it has a flower arrangement or lovely scented candles burning. Goes to show that if you want to write, anywhere is good enough.
What was the last movie you watched?
Endless Love…what a beautiful story about true love. The fight for it. The desperation for it. The need to be with that one person because no one else could possibly do.
What’s your favourite television series?
I go completely, ridiculously crazy for The Vampire Diaries (I debated naming this as my guilty pleasure, but turns out that I have room to name two! How lame am I!) Loving The Walking Dead, too. Real escapism. As a romance writer, I guess I’m a little contradictory. Gotta mix it up a bit!
What are three words to describe your relationship with the world wide web?
Daunting. Intriguing. Research!
Windows or Mac?
Windows!!! Though perhaps I’m not qualified enough to judge…so ignore my answer.
Morning person or night person?
Night. Definitely night. It’s quiet, my mind can really wander. I like to take my time, but mornings are just far too hectic to do anything but rush, no matter how early we get up! Night is when all of the fun happens, let’s face it.
What’s the last paragraph you wrote from your work in progress?
We were naked. I was facing away from Romeo. We weren’t touching, except for the two fingers that he used to slowly walk the contours of my back. Up and down they meandered, across to my ribs where I had to fight harder to remain calm, and around to my stomach where he spanned his fingers out, pulling me against his warm body. He adjusted himself so that we fit seamlessly together and pressed his face into my neck.
‘I love you,’ he murmured as he spanned his hands below my breast. ‘I can feel your heart pounding against my palm so I know that you’re awake, and I know that you can hear me. One day, Willow, and I don’t care how long it takes, but one day I will hear your sweet, deliciously kissable mouth say those words back to me.’