I am surprisingly ordinary for a writer. I actually have a pretty awesome 9 to 5 (ok, sometimes 9 to 8, occasionally 9 to midnight) career in advertising. I have been happily married for almost 13 years and have been Mom to an amazing 12 year old daughter for the last two. I drive a Volvo ferchristsakes.
When I was in high school, I was known as the ‘weird girl in the trench coat’ because I believed my flowing, black ankle-length duster went with everything. It was more of a cape than a trench, but…eh. I had a lot of bullies. Weird girls in trench coats usually do. I stalked them around campus writing their character sketches, so I could put them in my novels. And kill them off. (Poor, poor Trina.)
Naturally, when I write, I channel my inner cape-wearing weird girl vs. the Volvo-driving soccer mom. I even have a process for doing it:
- I make coffee. I have no idea how I drank so much of the stuff in my twenties and ever managed to sleep. I am ashamed to say I stick to decaf now after 5pm. But still…coffee.
- I listen to nostalgia music. Check out my
mix tapeplaylist for channeling maximum inner angst.
- Silent Lucidity – Queensryche, 1990
- Sailing – Christopher Cross, 1979
- Into the Mystic – Van Morrison, 1970
- Wind of Change – Scorpions, 1990
- Crucify – Tori Amos, 1992
- Carnival – Natalie Merchant, 1995
- These Dreams – Heart, 1985
- Witchy Woman – Eagles, 1972
- Whispers – Elton John 1989
- I’ve Got Dreams to Remember – Otis Redding, 1968
- Sweet Dreams – Eurythmics, 1983
- Right Here, Right Now – Jesus Jones, 1990
- Eye of the Tiger – Survivor, 1982
Obviously my inner weird girl has impeccable, if somewhat…er…eclectic taste in music. Your’e welcome.