Tuesday, 14 September 2010
Coming soon to Red Rose Publishing!
Today we welcome Jane Beckenham to the blog. Jane is a very popular and well loved author of sexy but pleasant books that readers just can't help loving.
Please tell us about yourself and your books Jane.
Hello readers in Blogland. How’s your world? I sure hope it’s not as chaotic as mine.
Thought I would write to you about A Day in the Life Of….Me (now don’t go to sleep on me just yet).
My day started at ¼ to 5 – yes in the morning. Such an obscene hour really. I would so love it if those dratted birds outside my window WOULD NOT WAKE so early. But they tweeted and not the cyber tweet that’s for sure. At least those are QUIET.
So it’s up and getting DH’s lunch before he heads off on the white charger for work…leaving with the birds to beat the freeway traffic. You’d think I would go back to sleep, but oh no, not today, I’ve got a writer’s brain-storming meeting this a.m.,, need to write 2 blogs, an interview to do, a chapter to finish editing…plus write the letter I should have written 3 weeks ago for two agents who said they wanted to see my work after the Romance Writer’s of Australia Conference in Sydney in August.
But first….yes, sadly life interrupts and I find myself attached to the computer paying bills. You see even a writer has to face reality and if this writer doesn’t pay these bills right now, it means my lovely computer that takes me daily to a world of fantasy and happy ever after will go poof, and the power will not reach where it has to reach. Don’t you just wonder how that happens I mean you can’t see electricity per se…has to be one of the wonders of life….
Okay back to my reality.
6 a.m. Bill paying Done
7 a.m. Go for that morning walk Done
– gotta keep the fat at bay. All that sitting at the computer is spreading the rear end. I mean I don’t ask "Does my bum look big in this?” any more. No need. I know.
8 a.m Breakfast (need sustenance to write sex scenes… my heroine is in my head and telling me to hurry, I can’t leave her in this heightened state of awareness much longer. She needs release so hurry up and get that butt back onto the computer chair and finish writing the sex scene.
Sex…and separating whites and coloreds for the laundry somehow don’t go hand in and hand, but in the real world of this writer it is a necessity.
10.30 Laundry Done
Bed made, writer showered, dressed in the only clean clothes I can find, then I look at the vacuuming and think…nope, gotta save the heroine and get that sex thing sorted.
And so my day goes on.
Writing about sex, about my heroine and hero in conflict, and about snow storms when it’s s blazing hot outside (well I can dream, we’ve just been through the wettest winter ever and spring has only just sprung-and before you think this writer is nuts – okay I admit I am a tad, I live in New Zealand and we’re all back to front in the season dept from our cousins up ‘north’) Then its back to writing about a few kisses and a tad more sex….
Then … . “I’m home,” the teen yells as she slams the door on arrival from school. “I’m hungry, what’s there to eat?”
She wants food. How the heck can I think of food now, when my heroine is in the deepest of despair and wondering if the man she loves beyond all will ever realise he can’t live without her… but food comes for the starving child first, my mother’s guilt kicking in big time and I drag myself away from the computer….with one last glance at the screen littered with words of love and anguish as I head to the kitchen only to spy…the dishes.
Ooops, I forgot to do the dishes (yes, I know too intent on getting back to that poor heroine). Oh, and isn’t that the 2nd load of washing in the machine still waiting to be hung on the clothesline.
Slack. Just a slack housewife! Guilt entrenches itself in my conscience.
Teen given sustenance, I race around the house. Dishes done, clean hot spots littering the house, the laundry is finally completed, not quite folded, but at least the family will be clean…
Save me….I need a happy ending! My heroine is storming my brain too. She wants her own ending. Now!
But what do I find myself doing?
Peeling potatoes. Because even for a writer, life has to be lived and I’m sure my heroine will understand, I mean she’s a woman, she knows about multi-tasking and surely she has that same guilt stuff going on and heck, she has to eat too!
I pick up another potato. Maybe I could write a story about a heroine peeling potatoes. Nah, that’s just way to realistic.
Happy whatever makes you happy everyone.
In books Author Jane Beckenham discovered dreams and hope, stories that inspired in her a love of romance and happy ever after. Years later, after a blind date, she found her own true love and married him eleven months later.
Life has been a series of ‘dreams’ for Jane. Dreaming of learning to walk again after spending years in hospital. Dreaming of raising a family and subsequently flying to Russia to bring home her two adopted daughters. And of course, dreaming of writing.
Writing has become Jane’s addiction - and it sure beats housework.
You can contact Jane via her web site www.janebeckenham.com or email her at email@example.com
Thank you for visiting with us Jane. It was lovely to hear from you.