Please welcome my guest, Romance author Andrea Downing. Andrea
Downing likes to say that when she decided to do a Masters Degree, she made the
mistake of turning left out of New York, where
she was born, instead of right to the west, and ended up in the UK. She eventually married there, raising a
beautiful daughter and staying for longer than she cares to admit. Teaching, editing a poetry magazine, writing
travel articles, and a short stint in Nigeria filled those years until in 2008 she
returned to NYC. She now divides her
time between the city and the shore, and often trades the canyons of New York
for the wide open spaces of Wyoming.
Family vacations are often out west and, to date, she and her daughter
have been to some 25 ranches throughout the west.
Loveland, Andrea’s first
book, was a finalist for Best American Historical at the 2013 RONE Awards. Lawless Love, a short story,
part of The Wild Rose Press ‘Lawmen and Outlaws’ series, was a finalist for
Best Historical Novella at the RONE Awards and placed
in the 2014 International Digital Awards Historical Short contest. Dearest Darling, a novella,
is part of The Wild Rose Press Love Letters series, and came out Oct. 8th,
2014. It won ‘Favorite Hero’ along with
Honorable Mentions for Favorite Heroine, Short Story and Novel in the Maple
Leaf Awards. It has also won The Golden Quill Award for Best Novella. Dances
of the Heart, her first contemporary novel, came out in February,
2015.
Tell us something about yourself
both writing and not writing related.
Katherine, thanks so much for
having me here today. Who doesn’t like
talking about themselves?!
I love the west; I think I’ve
always loved the west and so I gravitate towards it naturally for the
background to my books, despite the fact I live most of the year in NYC. Quite a contradiction, huh? Or, maybe not when one thinks of writing
paranormal or historical or futuristic stories.
We don’t ‘live’ there either!
Something not writing related, or
at least not too writing-related, is that my daughter works for an arm of the
UN. She lived in Bogota, Colombia, for
three years but is now back in NYC. It
amuses me no end that while she is working to save the world, if you will, I’m
writing romance. Somehow the two don’t
seem to gel…but we are very close, nonetheless.
Do you have a writing
routine? Where do you usually do your
writing?
No writing routine whatsoever; I
live between two places so it’s very difficult to get into a real routine like
someone who, for instance, has a 9-5 job.
In one place, in the city, I have a study/guestroom. It has a huge desk, where I can spread out
all my junk, and a view across to Central Park
(through a lot of trees). At my house, I
work on the dining table and that has a huge amount of my junk as well. Since there is generally only me here, it’s
fine; I leave myself the head of the table to have my meals, but when I have
guests, I have to do a huge clear up.
I write at the dining room table too. Although, I have to clean up my writing things every day for dinner. I'd love to be able to leave it at one end. Why do you write in the genre/sub-genre that
you do? Any plans in the future to write
in a different one?
As I said earlier, I’ve always loved the
west. I watched every tv western I could
growing up, and I’m very into all things western: rodeo, horseback riding, western dancing and
so on. My daughter and I have visited
over 25 ranches now—all types from resort ranches to working cattle
ranches. But I think writers write the
stories that come to us, and that is that. I’ve now written both historical and
contemporary books with western settings. I do have an
idea for a Civil War book, but we’ll see.
I tend to be a bit lazy when it comes to in-depth research, which that
one would require.
How do you stay motivated when writer’s block hits or
your muse won’t cooperate?
With difficulty!
At the moment I am just getting back into writing after a sabbatical due
to health issues earlier in the year.
It’s sort of frightening to return, and I don’t know what will
happen. I am about to attend the Women
Writing the West conference and there is to be a panel on dealing with writer’s
block which I am, in fact, moderating….so stay tuned!
I've been struggling myself and it is frustrating. I hope you get a lot of tips from moderating the panel. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever done in the name
of research?
Gone into regression therapy. I don’t wish to discuss that too much, but it
is for the book I’m planning to start.
That sounds fascinating. What’s the best writing advice you were ever given?
Don’t give up; what have you got to lose. I’m very shy, basically, and would find it difficult
to ring agents or publishers as one did in the old days. Emails make it simpler; you don’t feel the
rejection quite so hard. Now that I’m
way older, I really do feel I have nothing to lose by putting myself out there.
That's very good advice. And think of what one might gain by continuing to try. What do you like to do in your leisure time?
Travel mostly; I just got back from a seven week road
trip from NY to WY and back via a different route (through Canada). I read a lot, as do most authors. And I love horseback riding—of course!
Tell us about your
current release in a couple of sentences.
The tag line
for Dances of the Heart is, “When
you’ve let loss rule your life, can you learn to live again?” That about sums it up; it’s about a mother
and daughter, and a father and son, all of whom have lost something or someone
in their lives and have to learn to let go of the past. It has some military themes as well as a
TX/NY setting.
Your blurb hooked me right away. (See below) Can you tell
us a little about your next project?
I think I can
only sum it up by saying it is about a woman who goes in search of herself! It will mix contemporary and historical…so
there’s a sort of hint.
Anything else
you’d like to share?
A bottle of
wine?
Thanks again for having me here,
Katherine. It’s been fun.
Blurb: Successful,
workaholic author Carrie Bennett lives through her writing, but can’t succeed
at writing a man into her life. Furthermore, her equally successful but cynical
daughter, Paige, proves inconsolable after the death of her fiancé.
Hard-drinking rancher Ray Ryder can find
humor in just about anything—except the loss of his oldest son. His younger
son, Jake, recently returned from Iraq, now keeps a secret that could shatter
his deceased brother’s good name.
On
one sultry night in Texas, relationships blossom when the four meet, starting a
series of events that move from the dancehalls of Hill Country to the beach parties
of East Hampton, and from the penthouses of New York to the backstreets of a
Mexican border town. But the hurts of the past are hard to leave behind,
especially when old adversaries threaten the fragile ties that bind family to
family…and lover to lover.
Excerpt: “You still frettin’ over your body?” His
words met her closing the bathroom door.
For a
moment, she stayed silent while she washed and got ready for sleep. Then she
stepped out. “I shall always fret over my body. You’ll be disgusted by it soon.
You’ll see. Who wants to make love to a withered old hag?”
Ray
inhaled, obviously frustrated with having to deal with this again. “You know,” he drawled out, “there’s
two of us aging here. You don’t hear me worrying ’bout my old broken down body
appearing in front of you with all its flabby bits. I’m not in love with your
body, Carrie. I’m in love with you, you dang fool.” He reached out a hand and
drew her over. “Find something else to worry about, will you?”
He was
right; she knew she didn’t give a damn what the hell he looked like. To her, he
was the best looking damn man on earth. Worry about something else? “I have,”
she finally answered him. “I should have phoned Paige again today. She sounded
too crisp and business-like to me on the phone yesterday.” It was going to be a
long night. Her mind was turning over too much.
Ray stole
a glance at the bedside clock. “She’ll be fine,” he assured her. “First thing
tomorrow, you can call, but I’m sure she’ll be fine.” He lay back on the
pillow. “Anyway, I didn’t know Paige had anything but ‘crisp and business-like’
when speaking. Seems that’s the way a lawyer should be...even with her mother,”
he added quickly. He patted the bed beside him.
Carrie
curled herself in again as Ray switched off the low bedside light.
“You
think again about how long you can stay? Not that I want you to go—I want to
make that clear.”
“Oh.” She
gave a quiet giggle. “I guess maybe as long as Mabel lets me.” Lying against
him, the quake of his laughter quivered against her skin. “Seriously, I don’t
know. It sort of depends on
“You miss
New York?
Your friends?”
“Yes. But
then, if I were there, I’d be missing you, so which is worse?” She craned her
neck to meet his gaze. A sudden feeling of contentment washed over her, and she
curled up again, resting her head against him.
For a
while, she listened to the broken record song of the cicadas and frogs until
that was joined by the soft whistle of Ray’s even breathing. But such
satisfaction did not send her to sleep; it was a night when her mind would not
rest and the restlessness won.
Carrie
slipped one leg down and then the other to stand and quietly make her way out
the door, drawing it shut behind her. The hallway was pitch black, a night in
which clouds blanketed the moon, and, like a criminal, she stole her way to the
sunroom. Feeling for the switch, she inundated the room in the white light of
the ceiling fan bulb and flipped the computer open, jabbing in her password and
sitting, waiting for the home page to appear.
And then
the dogs started barking.
Slipping
back from the table, she rose to see if she could spot a deer that might have
set them off as Jake had mentioned. The void of blackness was menacing, a
complete emptiness of life as if she were the last person left on the planet.
The glare of the light bulb and her own reflection forced her to lean right up
to the cold glass, but nothing greeted her, a vacancy was all there was.
She
decided it was nothing more making them bark than a passing animal she couldn’t
see, and she started to sit down when she became aware of something. Dogs were
still barking, but it sounded like there were only two of them barking now,
which puzzled her. They were
barking more frantically, too, with a sort of whining cry emitted, a terrible
yowling of desperation.
And then
came the screech of the kennel door.
Hurriedly
rising from her chair again, her heart pounding as if it wanted to escape her
chest, Carrie rushed to the glass of the sunroom windows, desperately searching
the emptiness for a sign of movement. The room’s reflections in the glass
sketched specters outside, unnerving doppelgangers in an alternate world. Her
hand instinctively went to her chest as she searched the void franticly.
And then,
two staring, disembodied eyes came floating through this ghostly setting and,
catching the light from the room for a second, a knife held out, red stains of
blood just dulling its sheen.
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Dances-Heart-Andrea-Downing-ebook/dp/B00S46BGY6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1421510959&sr=8-2&keywords=Dances+of+the+Heart
The
Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=242_175_141&products_id=6060
Barnes
and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dances-of-the-heart-andrea-downing/1121151125?ean=2940149895397
iBooks:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/andrea-downing/id547850055?mt=11
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24824180-dances-of-the-heart
You can contact Andrea here:
Website and Blog: http://andreadowning.com
Twitter: @andidowning https://twitter.com/AndiDowning
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Andrea-Downing/e/B008MQ0NXS/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
About Me: http://about.me/Andi1948
