This morning I woke up with a plan. It was time to make a teaser add for the novel I am currently engrossed in writing, and I was excited that I could share some of that with you today on Work In Progress Wednesday. What was a perfect surprise, came from the lovely, Darlene Foster. She surprised me by nominating me for “The Next Big Thing” blog hop! Darlene is a Canadian author who writes wonderful middle-grade novels that not only teach about foreign locations, but are fun for children and adults alike to read! Why, besides being an honor is this perfect? I have to answer ten questions about a work in progress!
1.What is the working title of your work in progress?
I’m suppose to be working on “cleaning” In Between Seasons for a relaunch in January. I am also suppose to be working on The Sight for a late spring launch. I can tell you now, that’s probably not going to happen. Why? My mind has been totally engrossed with Let the Fates Decide.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
You know, I really don’t know. I can’t recall. I started writing it about two years ago, most likely it was from a dream.
3. What genre does your book fall under?
This is my first New Adult novel, but from test questions to Young Adult readers, it appeals to that group as well. It’s classified as New Adult because it does have some (gulp) more sexual content. It’s a paranormal romance.
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Interesting question. I hadn’t really thought about that yet; I’ve been too busy creating them in my head. I would definitely say that Meena would be played by Ashley Greene because she’s drop dead gorgeous. As for Parker, I can’t think of any actors with silver-gray eyes, honey brown hair and a killer smile.
5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book
What if you spent your whole life knowing what would happen, but also knowing there was nothing you could do about it, and then in a twist of fate, you learned you could change everything with just one look?
6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Self-published, of course.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I am still working on it, I would say between the “notes” on my iPhone and my laptop there are about 15,000 words, so that means I have, oh another 40,000 to go. Ouy.
8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
I’m kind of against comparing my books to other ones in the genre. I know the idea of “the fates” and “seeing the future” isn’t entirely original, but I hope my mixing of Christianity and Greek mythology, plus what I hope is my unique voice, will make this story stand out on it’s own.
9. Who or What inspired you to write this book?
Nothing really in particular, but what keeps me writing and really gets me going for the fates is the CD “Illuminaudio” by Chiodos.
10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
A little look at something I wrote on last Friday, perhaps?
The guilt was overwhelming me now was I looked into his boyish face. His eyes were stone as always, and I didn’t know if what I was about to tell him would change that.
I swallowed, and he cocked his head.
“What’s wrong, love?”
I took his hands in mine and played with the claddagh ring on his finger.
“Listen, you know I can’t stop everything I see, right?” I began and his eyes narrowed in confusion. “Your dad, he’s going to have a major health issue—it might kill him…I don’t know. I saw him in a bed in a hospital, hooked up to life support. I’m sorry; I wish I knew how to stop it.”
Parker took a shaky breath. “I know you can’t change it.”
I studied his face. “You don’t seem as though you want me too?”
“He will get his due,” Parker shrugged, his whole face blanking.
“I don’t understand.”
“My parents—my father—it’s not like your parents. You’re lucky…mine were never really there…they never really cared.”
“I’m sure they cared.”
His eyes locked on mine, and I finally understood the pain. “No, love, they really didn’t. He really doesn’t.”
“You love him though, I can see it.”
His voice cracked as he said, “It never mattered, and it won’t now; even if he’s on his death bed.”
“No, don’t change it; don’t try. He won’t appreciate it.”
“Let me finish!” I threw his hands down, and he took a deep breath. “I care about you, and you will appreciate it—but I can’t do anything about it, even if you wanted me to.” What I can do is help him once he’s in the hospital. I can look over his files and do my best as a doctor.”
His irritation was obvious by the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists in his lap. Finally, he looked up with a weak smile before saying, “Yeah, I’d appreciate that.”
END SCENE. Please note, this is COPYRIGHT CASSANDRA GIOVANNI, 2012 any reproduction or use of this is illegal.
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