Short Bio: Jamie White is a music
addict, book lover, pet servant & NaNoWriMo survivor. When she's
not busy writing posts for CultureShock, she's taking pictures for
her photo blog and spending time with her husband and pets. She
released Stains on the Soul and Clutter via Pagan Writers Press in
2013.
Long Bio: Jamie White is an author,
blogger, photo geek, music addict, editor, pop culture geek,
paranormal junkie, and a pet servant.
She spent more than a decade as a
Journalism student, geeking out over Pagemaker, layout design, and
other stuff.
In college, she took it a step further
and became the only student to be on all three of her college's
publications, serving as Editor-In-Chief for two of them. Later, she
went on to freelance writing and blogging.
Jamie began her journey into fiction
writing in 2010 after joining a writing group. Since that first
meeting, she has completed a bunch of short stories, five
manuscripts, and several in progress. Her first novel, The Life and
Times of No One In Particular, was released in 2012. She followed it
up with a story in the Lyrical Muse Anthology in 2013. The end of
2013 will see two releases with Pagan Writers Press.
When Jamie's not writing or blogging,
she takes pictures, meditates, practices Reiki and chanting, watches
favorite shows/movies, takes walks, and serves as a volunteer for the
Florida Writers Association by running their social media and a
writing group (Gulfstream Writers).
Interview:
BK:
Looking out the nearest window, describe the scene you see.
Nothing
too exciting. LOL! I live in a city where the only scenery outside my window is
the power lines and the back of the apartment building by my house.
BK:
Tell us about your office. Is it a mess like mine, or is everything in its
place?
I
don’t really have a home office. I use a desk at times in the bedroom (which is
definitely a bit of a mess…. working on that), but most of the time I am
sitting on the living room chair with my laptop.
A lot
of the time, I retreat to the library to work because it’s so much more
peaceful. Our fur babies don’t seem to understand the concept of “working”
time. Can you imagine?
BK:
What is a must-have, such as coffee or a favorite pen, that you need to write?
Normally, I really need a computer or laptop to write. I do
write by hand here and there, but it just goes so much faster with a computer.
The words seem to flow easier, too. Another must-have is noise. I love to
listen to either music or meditation tracks while I work. It helps me focus and
get into the right mood.
BK:
Do you like to write in silence, or do you need music or background noise?
Definitely
no silence. LOL. Even when I was a kid, I’d do my homework while belting out my
favorite CDs.
BK:
Tell us a bit about your hero/heroine, and their development.
Fiona
is your typical teenage girl, about to leave for college for the first time
while trying to figure out her romantic situation. She begins to suffer from
horrible nightmares that lead her on a spiritual journey to try and understand
what they’re trying to tell her. Over the course of the story, she begins to
understand herself and her dreams more.
BK:
As a writer myself, I'm always curious how other writers get through stumble
blocks. When you find a story not flowing, or a character trying to fight you,
how do you correct it?
Mostly,
I set it aside and go on a walk or listen to music/watch TV to clear my head
when I’m stuck. Other times, I read or move on to another project to try and
get the groove back.
BK:
Using the letters of your first name as an acronym, describe your book...
Journeying
About
Mysteries
In
the
Evening
BK:
How did your writing journey begin?
It
began back in 2010, when I went to a meeting of a local writing club. I really
enjoyed meeting everyone and telling short stories, and it evolved from there.
BK:
Using the letters from the word, Summer, how would friends and family describe
you?
I’ll
let my husband answer that one…. Here is what he came up with:
Supremely
Underappreciated Musical Maven Exenplifying Realism
BK:
What is the craziest thing you've ever written about, whether it got published
or not?
Hmm. I’d say the craziest thing that I’ve written so far is
the short story about a demonic doll that was based on a doll I actually had as
a kid.
BK:
Tell us one thing you've done in life, that readers would be most surprised to
know.
Hmm. Well,
here is a video I did for an event that has a bunch of different facts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjeT0KCS8LQ
BK:
What can we expect from you in the future?
This or That...
Coke
or Pepsi? Neither.
Night
Owl or Early Bird? Definitely a night owl.
Fantasy
or Mystery? Mystery
Pen/Paper
or Computer? Computer
Pizza
or Burger? Pizza
Rock
or Country? Country (although I really love all genres)
Chocolate
or Vanilla? Chocolate
Beach
or Mountains? Beach
Thank
you so much for having us as one of your stops today. It has been great getting
to know more about you and your book, and wish you the best of success!
Social Links:
Book Genre:
Paranormal/New Age
Publisher: Pagan
Writers Press
Release Date: November
27, 2013
Book Description:
It’s
her last summer before going away to college and Fiona finds herself
facing more than she bargained for: A boyfriend she doesn’t want
who has a strange hold over her, a friend pushing her to expand her
boundaries, and a new guy named Ted whose presence is more than a
distraction.
If that isn’t enough, Fiona is being haunted with horrifying nightmares of burning at the stake—nightmares so real, she feels as though she’s losing her mid.
Are they only dreams, or are they trying to warn her about this new guy she can’t help but want?
If that isn’t enough, Fiona is being haunted with horrifying nightmares of burning at the stake—nightmares so real, she feels as though she’s losing her mid.
Are they only dreams, or are they trying to warn her about this new guy she can’t help but want?
Audio Excerpt:
Excerpt:
The flames from the torches danced around her, creating a terrifying
glow on the gathered crowd. The young girl struggled against her
restraints in an attempt to escape the fate that awaited her. The
jeers of the spectators echoed through her mind like a demonic
chorus, sending chills down her spine.
The more she struggled, the tighter the ropes that bound her felt.
She knew it was a futile endeavor—even if she did get free, she was
in no condition to attempt an escape. Plus, contrary to their insane
notions, she had no special powers. Her only power was her knowledge
of the earth and how its resources could be used to cure ills. What
good would that do against a mob such as this?
Her heart pounded and her breathing came quick and ragged as the men
kneeled down to light the kindle piled beneath her. She closed her
eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to keep calm. Her fate
was sealed, but she could at least deny them the pleasure of seeing
her fear. She opened her eyes, and her gaze settled on one of the
spectators.
***
Fiona Stevens gasped as she sat up in bed. She took a deep breath and
shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of the horrifying images
that had begun to haunt her sleep. For the past week, she'd been
having nightmares so real it took her a minute to realize who and
where she was.
“Another nightmare?”
Her sister’s voice brought her back to reality. She was safe and
sound in the bedroom she shared with her sister, centuries removed
from the days when events like the one in her dream happened. Get
a grip already. “Yeah, it’s no big deal.” She reached for
the book on her nightstand and tossed it into a drawer. “I think I
need to stop reading this stuff before bed. It’s just fueling my
muse.”
Rebecca smiled. “Writers—you’re all insane.” The younger girl
grew serious as she studied Fiona’s face. “Are you sure
you’re okay? You’re white as a sheet right now.”
“I’m fine. Seriously; it's no big deal.” Fiona pushed the
comforter aside and stuffed her feet into a pair of slippers by the
bed. She stood, gra.bbed the robe lying on the end of her bed, and
then wrapped herself in the soft, warm material. “I think I’m
gonna go downstairs and get something to drink. Sorry I woke you; go
back to sleep.”
Her sister frowned but shrugged her shoulders. “All right. See you
in the morning.” Rebecca rolled over and pulled the comforter
tighter to her body.
Thanks for hosting me. :)
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