Showing posts with label Rhonda Gilmour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rhonda Gilmour. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Interview with Sadira Stone

Please welcome Rhonda Gilmour, who writes as Sadira Stone, my fellow Wild Rose Press Author!


1.   What is your writing style or schedule?

I tumble out of bed around 7:30—a great luxury after so many years of rising at 5:30 for my teaching job—pull on comfy loungewear, pour a mug of coffee, and get to work. Morning is my optimal focus time, once the coffee kicks in. I’ll usually write until mid-day or early afternoon.

2.  Where do you actually write?

I have a sweet little office painted celery green, with overstuffed bookshelves, an overloaded corkboard, and a stand-up/sit-down desk. My cushy floor mat from Costco is heaven for my feet.

3.   Do you write linearly or not?

Kinda/sorta. I plan the major plot points and dive into the first draft, but somewhere around the one-third mark I circle back to weave in new plot threads.

4.     What sort of other activities keep you from actually writing? 

Besides social media, you mean? I’m retired, but most of our family live elsewhere, so family visits make it difficult to write. Promo/marketing can eat up a huge chunk of actual writing time; I’m working on balancing that important aspect of the writing biz.

5.  Do you have support, either from family and friends or a writing group?

Hubs is very supportive, bless him. Ditto my RWA Olympia, Washington chapter and my weekly critique group. Online writing communities prove a lot of emotional support as well.

6.  How long does it normally take you to write a novel?

So far, I tend to write long, around the 90K mark. From start to final edits (by me and beta readers), it takes me 9 months to a year. Many in the writing/publishing community advocate writing fast and releasing frequently. While I’m working to improve my speed and write shorter novels, I’m not going to subject myself to burnout. This is supposed to be fun, right?

7.  Who or what are your inspirations?

I learn so much by reading the romance greats who write at my heat level, whether contemporary or historical. Writing courses and critique partners help too, but there’s nothing like watching a masterful performance from the likes of Alisha Rai, Allysa Cole, Lauren Dane, Damon Suede, Tessa Dare, Victoria Dahl, Joanna Shupe, Penny Reid, Sarah MacLean…

8.  If there’s a single aspect to writing that really frustrates you, what is it?

Promo, I guess. It’s a part of the business, but I grumble about how much time it takes away from actually writing. Also having to defend the romance genre to those who see it as nothing more than “Mommy Porn.”

9.  Given unlimited resources, what would be your ideal writing environment?

How about a plush office with a view of the sea. Behind me, a yoga mat and treadmill for quick exercise breaks, and a mini-fridge full of healthy snacks. Don’t forget the coffee machine!

10.     Tell me about your latest book.

Runaway Love Story, Book Two in the Book Nirvanaseries, is set in/around an indie bookshop in Eugene, Oregon, a lovely college town with a lively arts scene and a strong counterculture tradition dating back to the hippie era. 

Doug Garvey is a divorced high school history teacher who featured in Book One of the series, Through the Red Door. Tall and lanky, with a shaved head and blond scruff, he spends long, lonely hours running along the Willamette River trail—until he runs into Laurel Jepsen. 

A new employee at Book Nirvana (and also a runner), Laurel’s in town to help her beloved great-aunt Maxie, age 90, move into assisted living. But this is just a detour. As soon as Maxie’s settled, Laurel will pursue a job lead in San Francisco. Lacking confidence in her own artistic talent but deeply in love with the art world, her dream is to run a glamorous art gallery.

Dazzled by Laurel’s spirit, honesty, and beauty, Doug pursues her on her terms—just a temporary friendship, though he’s hoping to persuade her to stay. 

Laurel is torn: her connection with Doug feels like the real deal. But damn it, her career plan has been her emotional anchor through years of false starts and failures. Aunt Maxie always said, “A woman with a plan is unstoppable.”

Unable to leave Eugene because he cares for his dementia-afflicted mother, Doug’s only hope is to convince Laurel those big-city lights have nothing on her inner sparkle.


11.     Where did you get your inspiration for your book?

(Spoiler alert) After Through the Red Door, it broke my heart to leave Doug lonely—so of course I had to create his happy ending. Laurel carries a bit of my own story in that she doesn’t get family support for her artistic dreams. Instead, they urge her to settle for “sensible.” Rather than squashing her ambition, their disapproval only sharpens her determination to show them, and the world, what she can do. 

12.     Do you have a favorite character and if so, who and why?

Ninety-year-old Great Aunt Maxie is by far my favorite character. Tiny, birdlike, with wispy henna-red hair and outrageous outfits, she charges through life leaning on her bedazzled cane. An artist herself, she’s also a foster-grandmother to many young artists in Eugene. She’s lived a big, sparkly life, and her loving encouragement keeps Laurel’s dreams afloat.

13.  What are you working on now?

I’m writing Book Three of the series, which features Elmer, a muscly, tattooed, ginger-bearded ceramics artist introduced in Runaway Love Story, and Margot, the youngest staff member at the Book Nirvana bookshop. A university student and aspiring graphic artist, Margot’s an important secondary character in Books One and Two. (Notice my fascination with artistic characters?)

Thanks so much, Jennifer, for hosting me on your blog and giving me the chance to meet your readers!


Back-Cover Blurb: 
She hates average...he's as average as they come.

High school history teacher Doug Garvey is trying to enjoy his last few weeks of summer vacation, but receiving his final divorce decree hits him harder than expected. After a brief fling fizzles, he fears love just isn't in the cards for him. If only he could find someone who's real, someone interested in something beyond herself…maybe a new running partner who can keep up with his more carnal appetite. When sexy, straight-talking Laurel runs across his path, he dares to hope again.

He's done with social-climbing posers...she's ambitious and has big dreams.

Fired from an art gallery, Laurel Jepsen shelves her pursuit of an art career in San Francisco to help her beloved great aunt Maxie move into assisted living. While out on a morning run, she's harassed by a group of teens until a tall, broad-shouldered hottie steps in, pretending to be her boyfriend with a kiss that makes her wish it were true. But she's only passing through, not looking for a relationship.

Their fierce chemistry burns up the sheets—and the couch, the shower, the forest—but falling in love would ruin everything. Laurel can't stay in Eugene, and he can't leave. Doug's only hope is to convince her the glittery life she's after could blind her to the opportunities already in her path.

Excerpt: 
                  “I’m sorry she called you the S word.” 
                  “Huh?” 
                  “Sensible.” 
                  She laughed. “Yeah. That’s a curse word, as far as I’m concerned.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.  
                  “I’ll strike it from my vocabulary. Your S word is sparkle.” He traced her jawline with a feather-light touch. “Look at you, Laurel. You’re blinding.” His twilight-blue gaze made her heart dance—a steamy tango with swirls and dangerous dips. He kissed her, and, for a moment, she forgot all about caution, about cutting things off before they became too serious, about San Francisco. Her focus narrowed to his lips on hers, his nearness heating her whole body, opening her like a blossom, soft and willing. Ripe for the plucking. 
                  “God, I’ve missed you.” He scooped her legs across his lap. One hand cradling her nape, the other gripping her thigh, he kissed her senseless. His velvet tongue teased her lips apart. He tasted of sugary coffee. The world around them faded—just two bodies, calling and answering, breathing in sync, their pulses beating the same rhythm.
Another Excerpt
                  Laurel’s conscience nudged the grin off her face. The customer was right—Doug was a natural with kids. He deserved a nice woman who’d stay in Eugene and build a family with him. She was just distracting him from his true path. If it weren’t for the chemistry pulling them together like an industrial-strength electromagnet, she’d never pick a guy like Doug. Sweet, dependable, generous, outdoorsy… 
                  Shit. Except for not being an artist, he’s pretty much perfect. Leaving him in December is going to be damned painful.
                  Still, she’d been honest with him. He knew about her plans, and he wasn’t holding back. Why should she? Why deny herself his friendship, and a physical connection of volcanic proportions? 
                  Because she was messing with his heart, that’s why. And her own.
Book tropes and themes:
Seasoned romance (hero is 39), beta hero, teacher hero, artistic heroine, opposites attract, indie bookshop, unsupportive family, dealing with dementia, caretaking for elderly relatives, social media, small-town vs. big-city, ambition vs. family obligations, feisty old lady, heroine with commitment issues, divorced hero, running, inconvenient attraction, irresistible chemistry
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Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Welcome Rhonda Gilmour

Welcome to Rhonda, a fellow Wild Rose Press author, who writes as Sadira Stone.


Hi, Jennifer. Thanks so much for hosting me today and giving me the chance to meet your readers. 

1. What is your writing style or schedule?
Remember that old Dolly Parton song that starts “Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition…”? That’s me, minus the office clothes and commute. I pull on yoga pants and stand at my desk until midday-ish, when my vision starts to blur. Then I take a walk around the neighborhood, perhaps hit the gym with Hubs, maybe even clean the house a bit. If it’s a good day, I hit it again for two or three hours in the afternoon.

2. Where do you actually write? 
I’m blessed with a little office of my own, painted celery green and stuffed with books, plus a comfy reading chair. Recently, I bought a standing desk thingy that sits atop my regular desk, so I work standing as much as possible, practicing shimmies, hip circles, and undulations while searching for the right word. (I’m a belly dancer.)

3. Do you write linearly or not?
Pretty much, yeah. Theoretically, I have more than one story cooking at a time, but I tend to stick with one manuscript until I’m satisfied it’s ready to launch.

4. What sort of other activities keep you from actually writing?
Well, my daughter’s grown, but if I want to hang onto my husband—and I do—I have to actually talk to him from time to time. Isn’t it astonishing how a “brief trip” to run a “few errands” can turn into a whole afternoon? And it turns out you do have to exercise now and then—imagine that! So yeah, ordinary life stuff. My step-son’s getting married this month, so there’ll be lots of family time, for which I’m grateful, gobbling my writing time. I’ll try to contain my grumbling.

5. Do you have support, either from family and friends or a writing group?
My husband’s support helps tremendously. I belong to a fabulous weekly critique group whose insight really helps polish my work. Through the RWA, I’ve connected to so many helpful writers, including my dear beta readers. (Waving at my Olympia, Washington chapter) Ours is truly a supportive community, especially among the Wild Rose Press authors.

6. How long does it normally take you to write a novel? 
About a year, start to finish. I’m hoping to speed up over time.

7. Who or what are your inspirations?
I’m inspired by the fabulous, fascinating women I’ve met. I want to tell their stories, giving them the happy ending they deserve.

8. If there’s a single aspect to writing that really frustrates you, what is it?
My own tendency to write fat is frustrating. My current project, Book Two in the Book Nirvana Series, weighed in at 107K words as a first draft. It’s down to about 88K now. Sharpening/tightening a manuscript takes a lot of work—and coffee.

9. Given unlimited resources, what would be your ideal writing environment?
I’d love to have a bigger office with a view. All I see is the side of my neighbors’ house. They’re lovely people, but still…

10. Tell me about your latest book.
Through the Red Door is the story of a widow who’s trying to keep her indie bookstore afloat when faced with corporate competition. Her best chance to draw customers is the extensive erotica collection, curated by her late husband and kept behind a locked red door at the back of the shop. Since Jared’s death, she hasn’t had the heart to enter that room, leaving its care to her trusted shop assistant. One day, a handsome visiting professor arrives, looking for historical erotica. On the same day, her shop assistant introduces her to his younger cousin, a charming local guy with whom she has a lot in common. Clara faces a dilemma: start dating again? In dreams and signs, her late husband encourages her to open her heart and rejoin the living. But to Clara, that feels like a betrayal. And which guy should she choose?

11. Where did you get your inspiration for your book?
Ever since I first read the lyrical erotic stories of Anaïs Nin, I’ve been fascinated by historical erotica. People who lived long ago were just as amorous as we, and just as creative in expressing their desires. And who doesn’t love an indie bookshop?

12. Do you have a favorite character and if so, who and why?
I’m very fond of Harry, Clara’s 75-year-old shop assistant and wise father figure. I hope to write his story one day.

13. What are you working on now?
I’m doing final edits on the second book in the series. I can’t say much about those characters without spoiling the first book, but I can tell you the hero and heroine are both runners, and their romance goes viral on social media at the perfectly wrong moment. I guarantee you’ll fall in love with the heroine’s feisty, artistic, ninety-year-old great-aunt.  

Blurb:

Clara Martelli clings to Book Nirvana, the Oregon bookshop she and her late husband Jared built together. When rising rents and corporate competition threaten its survival, her best hope is their extensive erotica collection, locked behind a red door. In dreams and signs, her dead husband tells her it's time to open that door and move on. When a dark and handsome stranger's powerful magnetism jolts her back to life and he wants a look at the treasures of that secret room, she can't help but want to show him more.
Professor Nick Papadopoulos is looking for historical erotica. Book Nirvana's collection surpasses his wildest dreams, and so does its lovely owner. A widower, he understands Clara's battle with guilt, but their searing chemistry is too strong to resist. Besides, he will only be in town for two weeks, not long enough for her to see beyond the scandal that haunts his past.

Excerpt:

The amber flecks in his eyes danced in the candlelight. Their glow drew the truth out of her like a magnet tugging metal. Deep breath. Just ask. He won’t bite.
“Nick, how did you know when it was time?”
“Time?”
“To move on. To let someone in.”
He shifted away, but the saggy sofa cushion slid him back against her thigh. “Can’t fight gravity.” He chuckled and draped his arm across her shoulders. “Honestly, my body was ready before my heart was. Even if the heart is withered, nearly dead, the body goes on—eating, breathing, feeling, wanting.” He fingered a strand of her hair, his gaze far away. “A friend saw how closed off I’d become, and she…helped me.”
“How?”
“By seducing me. There was wine involved, and music. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He cupped her shoulder. “And I’m so glad she didn’t.”
Avoiding his penetrating gaze, Clara focused on the flickering candles. “Did you love her?”
“Not really. And yet—yes, very much.”
“Huh?”
“You see, I’ll never love anyone the way I loved Diana. She was unique in all the world. But she wouldn’t want me to spend the rest of my life pining for her, miserable, alone. My friend helped me see it’s okay to enjoy my life. She helped me realize that one day I might even love again. She told me it’s not something you can rush, but it will come in time if you relax and open your heart.”

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About the Author:
Ever since her first kiss, Sadira’s been spinning steamy tales in her head. But it wasn’t until her 50s that she tried her hand at writing one. Now she’s a happy citizen of Romancelandia, penning contemporary romance and cozy mysteries from her home in Washington State. When not writing, which is seldom, she explores the Pacific Northwest with her charming husband, enjoys the local music scene, plays guitar badly, and gobbles all the books. Visit Sadira at www.sadirastone.com.