Meet Lyrical Press author Rachel Brimble today at the Book Boost!
Here's what she has lined up for the New Year...
Hip, hip, hooray! A brand new year means brand new goals. I love this time of year and the chance it brings to start afresh. I am so pleased to have a new book coming out in the month of January because it makes me feel as though the year is starting how I mean for it to go on – with masses of writing!
I speak to a lot of writers every day, whether in person, through email or responding to blog posts and Time Management is a massive subject for discussion. I think after seriously writing and working at my craft for six years now, I have my daily writing goal sussed.
Five hundred words minimum – every day, seven days a week (okay, so I took Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off this year, naught girl!) because this is totally achievable. I used to have a goal of a thousand words per day but beat myself to a pulp of guilty mush every time I failed to achieve that. And with a husband, two young kids, a dog, two hamsters and a part time job, I failed A LOT.
Therefore, five hundred words works perfectly for me and I very often exceed that amount – and it also means a guaranteed one hundred and eighty two thousand words a year! Imagine, that’s two eighty five thousand novels done each and every year, and if I push myself I should be able to throw a couple of novellas in there too.
Which is exactly what I did last year and what I fully intend to do again in 2011. How about you? Do you want to join me in the five hundred words per day challenge? It makes you feel a whole lot better than the manic November challenge of NaNo (50,000 words in a month) which I’ve failed to do both times I tried, by the way.
So here’s my plan for 2011 – please share yours with me so I don’t feel quite so vulnerable putting it out there like this, LOL!
Two Novels – one contemporary, one historical (approximately 85,000 words each)
Contemporary has been vaguely outlined already and chapter one written, I’m off! This is a contemporary romance with a British hero and heroine who haven’t seen each other in eight years since a friend’s untimely death separated them.
Historical – No idea at all yet! But it will come to me and it will be written (she says).
Two Novellas – most likely both contemporary but that may change (approximately 30,000 words each).
And in between? Lots and lots of promo/blogging and everything else I can manage!
Hmmm…when it’s written out like that, it doesn’t seem quite so easily, does it? Hey, we can only do our best, people. LET’S GO!!!
A Note from the Book Boost: It is totally doable. Glad you've found a method that works well for you, Rachel. Thanks for sharing your goals with us today. Please tell us more about your latest release!
She’s back, but this time she’s a mother…intent on protecting her young.
Two years after her husband’s death, Kate Marshall returns home seeking security and stability for her three-year-old daughter. But when her path crosses with ‘the one who got away’…her husband’s best friend, she has to fight the desire to be with him for the sake of further heartbreak for her and her daughter.
A tough, straight talking theatrical agent, Mark Johnston is dangerously handsome, exceedingly rich, irresistibly charming – and branded by the tabloids as one of the UK’s most eligible bachelors. So even though Mark lost the girl of his dreams to his best friend, he finds no hardship in being single. Or so he thought.
Determined not to lose her a second time, Mark has to find a way to convince her they can work. But can Kate cope with the media interest and ruthless, money-hungry clients surrounding him, being anywhere near her daughter? Or accept that Mark Johnston is really the family man he claims to be?
She lifted her eyes to his. “Didn’t you think I would?”
“Oh.” His gaze lingered over every inch of her face, and Kate’s cheeks warmed under the soft study in his eyes. “Aren’t you going to sit down?”
He started as though remembering where he was. “You look beautiful.”
Her heart lurched in her chest as Kate forced herself to keep her eyes on the clear hazel of his.
“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He smiled and reached for the menu. Once he was sufficiently engrossed, Kate picked up her own menu and opened it like a shield. But she didn’t read the offerings, instead she used the advantage to surreptitiously check him out. Peering over the top of the leather-bound pages, her gaze wandered over the charcoal gray suit, the open neck collar of his snow-white shirt and the casual style of his newly washed hair. He looked up and she quickly looked at the menu.
“Do you know what you want?” she asked quickly.
“I knew exactly what I wanted years ago.”
She snapped her head up, the menu slipping from her hands. His unwavering gaze burned straight through her skin and flesh to her very center. An intense heat flared behind her breastbone and between her legs simultaneously. She opened her mouth but no words came, and the only sound stretching between them was her pathetically feminine struggling gasps of breath. She couldn’t take her eyes from his and knew he would recognize her shock, her confusion…and worst of all, her desire. His fingers lightly touched hers.
“Kate, I’ve wanted to see you for so long…”
“Yet you never contacted me for five years.”