Writerly Wednesday Welcomes Laura Dasnoit author of Forgotten Legends.
Interview
- What is your favorite marketing task that has resulted in a sale?
So far? It would have to be the interview I had with Radio of Horror. It was definitely a different side of marketing that I am used to, but it was a blast and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
- What do you like about your publisher or why did you decide to Self Publish?
I’m published with Eternal Press. I love the enthusiasm of my publisher. They believe in me even when I am head-to-desk (rinse repeat) over a story.
- What do you have under your bed?Under the bed is a stack of books that I intend on reading. The set wouldn’t be complete without the scattered dog toys left by my loving four-legged child. Oh, and socks. I kick them off in my sleep. My feet are notoriously cold.
- Are you a plotter or a pantser when you are writing?
A bit of both, I suppose. I plot out what I am going to write for the day and just go from there. Sometimes I stay on track, but most of the time, I write by the seat of my pants.
- Do you write in a bubble or do you prefer critique groups, writing buddies or other companionship during the process?
Definitely the bubble girl over here; I reserve any attempts to reach out to my group until I am done with the book. Cuddles come later.
- When do ideas come to you and how do you capture them?It all comes down to music. The fight scene at the end of my book, Forgotten Legends, was written to 300 and the Gladiator soundtracks. I think the worst position I can find myself in is not finding the right music for the scene. That is when I go into panic mode. There’s a gif out there somewhere with a panicked expression. That would be me.
- What is your favorite word processing program and what other tools do you use, pen, notebooks, white board, index cards, finger on fogged bathroom mirrors?
I use Microsoft Word. I save the pens and notebooks for the editing phase, and of course, the cursed/blessed highlighter of doom. To add, the set would not be complete without a bottle of writer’s tears. That or Kraken Rum.
Wow, a bonus question!!!!
8. Any writer rituals?
I have to wiggle my nose Bewitched style before typing.
Honestly, this only makes me wish I could wiggle my nose like Samantha Stephens.
Bio:
Laura started writing at a young age when she discovered it was an outlet for her crazy imagination. Since then, she has worked as a private investigator and even hit the ring as a professional wrestler. Though she’ll forever have her heart in Atlanta, she now lives in New Hampshire with her beau, four legged son, and Ned the newt.
When she’s not working on her latest story, you can find her in a comic book store, watching ghost stories, or indulging in her unhealthy habit of antique book collecting.
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Blurb:
Forgotten Legends
Iris Borden is a private investigator who considers her life normal. Well, aside from the dreams of Norse Gods. It is changed forever the day she is tricked by Death into becoming a soul collector. From that moment, she is propelled into a world she never imagined possible.
Buy Link(s)
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Excerpt:
“Where is he?” A loud voice boomed from a gray haired man. He
loomed, even from a great distance and I dared not to utter a word. With a disgusted shrug, he picked up the remains of entrails from the first of three boulders.
“We have no quarrel with placing you where he was. For the last time, where is he?” Outside the cramped cave, the sky crackled with light and sound, and I heard the rain pound against the earth. The embers of the late night fire stood in rage against the bitter wind that howled through the opening. Twelve men who were just as imposing as the man before me, stood in a row behind me, as to prevent my ability to flee. Cast in anger, the old man picked up the intestines and threw them at my feet. The slime and cold blood splattered on my toes.
The man moved and every step pressed heavy into the ground. He grabbed my chin to force my gaze up to meet his. His eye was the color of steel, and his other was nothing but a hollow socket. Two crows sat on either shoulder uttering tales that only he could understand. He rubbed his thick unruly beard in thought,
“It is time for you to learn.”
From behind, a countless number of hands grabbed at me. A tight grip formed around my waist and as I looked down, I saw the thick band of a dark snake with a triangle head and piercing gold eyes. The room silenced at the sound of a coyote’s laugh in the far distance.
“Please don’t do this,” I whispered. The weight of the snake was nothing compared to the loneliness and dread that surfaced all thoughts. It slithered up and appeared to take pride in how much I could shake in fear. Every part of my body tried to hold still as the snake’s head faced my own, its slender tongue flicked across my nose. When it opened its mouth to show the fangs, I screamed in fear, “Loki!”
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I awoke with a start from the dream. The alarm was buzzing. I fumbled around for it, bleary eyed. With a groan, I slammed the button a little too hard and pushed myself up out of bed. It was 7:15 a.m. There was something agonizing about being up before the sun on a Saturday, but in my profession, clients didn’t expect you to wait until Monday.
The nightmares were becoming more and more vivid. I really needed to lay off the coffee before bed, but considering I went to bed at two this morning, it’s a hard habit to break. In an effort to forget the snake, I turned on every light in the bedroom and cranked up the radio.
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Thank you Laura for being my guest and I wish you great sales.