Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
I’m a Victorian-era historical romance writer living on a farm in Australia. I have 4 awesome dogs, 14 chickens, including one named Persephone who is my favourite, and a loving husband. And too many sheep to name!
How do you make time to write?
I get up early, sometimes as early as 4am. I take leave from work, use lunch hours, or in the evenings I write if I have the energy.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
I believe in creative problems, the trick is to have a cache of tools to tackle them with. A walk, swim, music, I do a LOT of baking when I’ve got a writing issue. And sometimes, you just gotta put your bum in the chair.
Tell us a bit about the genre you write and why you love it.
I write historical romance. I love research, I love history, but I’m also a sucker for a good pash or seeing two people fall in love.
How are you publishing your recent book and why?
Indie all the way. I love the freedom of indie, the speed, and also the close connection with readers.
Are you an Introvert or an Extrovert? How does this affect your work?
I’m an introvert, but not shy. For me, being an introvert is about balancing my energy levels between being with others, and being alone.
What is your favorite motivational phrase?
Don’t get it right, get it written.
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Start, learn, embrace failure, celebrate every success. Because the knocks come hard on the heels of a win.
Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?
Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share with us?
You have become something of a marvel, haven’t you?’ Hamish looked up and down the table.
‘Setting a table is not a challenge. You just lift things with your hands and place them.’ She pulled a corked flask of lemonade from the basket and set it with a flourish. ‘See?’
‘Hilarious,’ he said, then took another bite. ‘Not only this. I mean all of your accomplishments. World traveller. Fundraiser. Businesswoman,’ he added in a hush. ‘And caring for your father. You really are a goddess. Do you have supernatural abilities I should be worried about?’
‘I wish. I am afraid it’s just me, although today is Elise’s work. I am only here to help with the table.’ She couldn’t help but smile, her heart flushing with pride. So much of her work went unnoticed, or had to be hidden, and even a little praise made her glow.
‘When do you sleep?’ he continued, his voice still tinged with awe. ‘And when do you have fun?’
‘Fun?’ Iris frowned. ‘I have fun. I am having fun right now.’
He gave an exaggerated eye roll. ‘Proper fun. Like what we used to have. Surely the wild girl of Honeysuckle Street can still cause mischief?’
She closed the lid on the hamper with a snap. ‘The wild girl grew up a long time ago, I’m afraid. It’s just boring old me and my numbers now.’
Hamish leaned over the table. ‘I don’t believe it. The wild girl’s still in there. I’ll coax her out.’
The Clog Blog 