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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Spotlight on Anjie Harrte

For this week’s author spotlight on our TTC VBT, Anjie Harrte is featuring her WIP, An Unexpected Desire. At the moment the novel is going through the first set of edits which she hopes to finish by the end of September.

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An Unexpected Desire

Blurb

Fiona is a thirty four year old woman whose life is filled with uneventful boredom. Her coworkers refer to her as the ice queen and she agrees with them. She finds nothing fulfilling in her job or her life but she plods on.

Nyasha is a fiery spirit and an outgoing ambitious woman with her eye on top of the world. She is somewhat of a womanizer and there is a dark secret in her past that made her this way.

Then one day the two women catapult into each other. The sparks are flying; the stars are glistening and; the hairs are raising but still they deny their feelings for each other and fight it off as best as they could. Fiona believes she is straight so these feelings mean nothing, Nyasha remembers the last time she fell for a straight woman and how it destroyed her so she is trying to keep her distance. But what happens when their desires rise, their blood boils, and the fire between them erupts into a massive flame?

Can they continue to fight this attraction? Can they lie to themselves about how they feel? Can Nyasha let go of the past and accept Fiona? Is Fiona straight or has she always been this way and refused to admit it? Both of them are faced with many questions as this unexpected desire for each other rages on.

Excerpt

Nyasha threw the sheet off of her naked body and sat up throwing her legs off of the bed. Fingers traced her spine as she closed her eyes. Warm hands slid over her shoulders and cupped her breasts; a finger teasing her nipple getting it hard. Soft lips pressed against her neck as hot breath permeated her skin. "Come back to bed," the sultry voice whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and allowed the hands to lower her back on the soft ruffled sheets, as the supple lips were pressed against hers. Soon fingers rubbed at her love spot as she moved her body smoothly against it. Her head moved from side to side as the fingers pried inside of her; moving back and forth in unison with her hips. A symphony played somewhere to which her body moved; crashing in tune with the banging of the cymbals. Enveloped by sweetness that flowed through her being, her muscles contracted and the nectar of her lust flowed as Nyasha uttered a name. It flowed off her tongue so smoothly, so natural, that she didn't realize until she opened her eyes that it wasn't tonight's lover's name that she had uttered.

Nyasha pushed past Shelly and hurried into the bathroom closing the door behind her. She heard as Shelly went hysterical cussing and screaming and banging down the door. She breathe deeply and threw her head against the door. Never had she made this mistake before. How many lovers had she had? How many have she juggled at a time and never have she called one by the other's name and now this, she has never even slept with Fiona, then why was she uttering her name? A loud bang was heard as something was thrown against the door. Nyasha moved from the door and watched at it as though it would leap out at her. Just a while ago this woman was so composed and loving, just minutes ago this apartment was filled with the music of love making; skin against skin, tongues dancing, essence flowing, hearts beating, lips making trails on bodies and voices echoing the pleasure that bodies felt, and now one woman screamed, yelled and cried on one side of a door as the other wondered if she could escape through the bathroom wrapped in the shower curtain.

If there was one thing Nyasha believed in was that the saying; ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ was a true thing. Wrapping a towel around her nakedness she prepared herself for the worse. What was the worst that could happen? She flung the door open and stepped out, the room was quiet and there was no sign of Shelly. The room was upturned, the small night stand was on its side, a jewellery box was lying on the floor broken, its contents scatterred; this had to be the object thrown at the door. The sheets was yanked off the bed and ruffled together in a bunch on the ground, all the contents of the vanity were scattered about. A once well kept, neat little room looked as though a tornado had passed through. Nyasha grabbed up her clothes quickly pushing her legs into her dress pants and pulling on her blouse over her head. As soon as the blouse cleared her head her body jolted, startled by the angry eyes that was inches away from her. “Who the hell is Fiona?” Shelly demanded.

Anjie Harrte: Romance with some Caribbean flavour

Anjie Harrte is a twenty nine year old mother of one who resides in sunny Guyana, South America. Sometime between running a small business, having a full time job and being a mother and partner she finds time to pursue her passion for creating stories. Anjie dreams up stories of contemporary fiction splashed with some romance, a little dose of murder or an ounce of suspense and sometimes when no one is looking she dashes in a little twist. When she isn’t doing any of that, she is decorating a cake, knitting a chair back or sewing her latest design. Anjie even finds time to lurk around and stalk people and pages on facebook and you too can stalk her if you like at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anjie-Harrte/ or you can follow her on twitter @anjieharrte or keep updated with her writing at http://authoranjieharrte.blogspot.com/

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Thanks for stopping by Anjie!

If you'd like to leave comments below about Anjie's WIP (or anything Anjie) feel free, we will both be checking.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Anjie Harrte Kidnaped By Her Characters!

I would like to welcome Anjie Harrte to my blog today. She is going to let us know whether or not she plans what she writes (Plotter) or if she wings it by the seat of her pants (Panster).

Kidnapped by my characters

Sometime during my many chores and many responsibilities, ideas for stories creep up on me; however, I must retain them in my mind until I am behind a computer. Why? Because I am a panster.

I don’t plot, I don’t plan and I am not organized. I don’t make detailed sheets of who my characters are and what make them up, at least, I don’t do any of these things in the beginning. I sit behind a computer and tap away at the keys. The story flows in my mind and as it goes, I write. I spend a lot of time going back and forth checking details and names so that it remains the same throughout.

When I sit down to edit then I am faced with the task of character sheets and plots. My characters are very secretive; they tend to hold back details about themselves in the beginning. It is through the writing of the story that they reveal who they are, what their motives are and the role they play in my story. So, it is only after I have finished the story can I make up a character sheet for them.

The same thing goes with my plot. I plan a story in my mind but as I write it, it changes on me and surprises me with details that I didn’t plan from the beginning. For example while writing A Fatal Indiscretion (the original story not the one for the blog) I had planned a scene where the MC and her husband are supposed to be fighting in their bedroom. I built the scene on a flaw in their relationship; the fact that they don’t communicate with each other, that is, when she starts a discussion is when he is ready to turn his back and sleep. I had all the details planned out in my mind, what he will say, what she will say, the frustration that will build up when he goes to sleep, her stomping off into the shower and reaching out to someone else for comfort. Then in the middle of the writing these characters decided that they didn’t want to fight. Instead they wanted to let out their frustrations through sex. No matter how many ways I tried writing this scene with a big argument between these two people I couldn’t get it to happen. Eventually I gave in, I allowed them to guide me and I wrote the sex scene. I believe only writers will understand what this is like; to sit down to write something following an idea or a plan and to be guided in another direction. The thing is while trying to write what I wanted to happen it felt forced and it was as if I felt my characters’ frustration, but after writing the scene they wanted me to write I felt relief.

Writing mostly brings relief to me. I write contemporary fiction and most of my stories are about things that happen to me or could’ve happened to me. I think that is what makes being a panster easier for me. I already know the story and the characters; I just need to get it written. I wrote An Unexpected Desire by the seat of my pants and I believe in the end, I over did it. The story turned and twisted and included some mystery and betrayal and soon became what I intend for it to become. I felt as though the characters had kidnapped me and made me to their bidding. This is how I feel most of the time. So, now I am editing and tweaking it to be what it was supposed to from the beginning, a lesbian contemporary romance. I know the story, it is already written. I know the characters; they are already before me. But, still I created character summaries, so that through my edits I can stay true to my summary and I could easily check back to make sure the details about the character is in keeping with the plan of the character.

So I would have to summarize this blog post by saying I have no organized writing process. I don’t even plan when and where I will write. Most times I write when I am at work, but sometimes days go by with me not writing anything. I don’t plan when I am going to write, what I am going to write and who I am going to write about. My mother calls that laziness. I call it spontaneity. What do you call it? Do you think that planning would help me to actually finish a project? Do you plan? DO you make detailed character sheets? How do they work for you?

Anjie Harrte: Romance with some Caribbean flavour

Anjie Harrte is a twenty nine year old mother of one who resides in sunny Guyana, South America. Sometime between running a small business, having a full time job and being a mother and partner she finds time to pursue her passion for creating stories. Anjie dreams up stories of contemporary fiction splashed with some romance, a little dose of murder or an ounce of suspense and sometimes when no one is looking she dashes in a little twist. When she isn’t doing any of that, she is decorating a cake, knitting a chair back or sewing her latest design. Anjie even finds time to lurk around and stalk people and pages on facebook and you too can stalk her if you like at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anjie-Harrte/ or you can follow her on twitter @anjieharrte or keep updated with her writing at http://authoranjieharrte.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Liebster Blog Award

This looks like fun, thanks to Rosanna Leo

What is a Liebster Blog Award, you say? The Liebster Blog Award is an award given to blogs that have less that 200 followers. It's a way of generating some love and some traffic for smaller bloggers.

Of course there are some other rules:

Each person must post 11 facts about themselves
Answer 11 questions the tagger has given you and give 11 questions for the people you've tagged
Choose 11 people and link them in your post
Tell them you've tagged them
No tag backs

11 Facts about Laci Paige:

1. I am a mother of two

2. I started my writing career in my late thirties

3. I like brussels sprouts

4. my father, brother, and husband (and a few friends from school) were in the military all at different times.

5. I enjoyed Twilight

6. I'd been to over a dozen different countries before my 25th birthday

7. I play rock band by myself when my family won't play with me (I'm not good)

8. I dislike driving

9. Chocolate anything is my fave dessert
10. I drive a white nondescript four door car

11. I love my life!

Questions from Rosanna Leo!

1) Aside from what you're doing, what is your dream career?

Something, anything, where I can hob knob with Joe Manganiello.

2) Who is your fave literary hero ever?

I don 't have just one. I have dozens!

3) If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?

On a tropical beach with white sands and clear blue water in one of those on the water bungalows.

4) What is your favorite drink?

Sweet tea (in the southern USA only)

5) Who inspires you most?

My family.

6) Cat or dog person?

Cat! Dogs are cute but so much more work lol.

7) If a vampire offered you eternal life, would you say yes or no?

I would say no, unless all of my friends and family could live eternally with me.

8) Which paranormal creature would make the best mate for you?

A vampire.

9) Who's your favorite movie actor?

For looks see question one, other than that I would say: Tom Hanks, Denzel Washington, and Tom Cruise because I've enjoyed just about all the movies they've been in.

10) If you had to pick either Italian or Chinese food, which would you pick?

Italian! (the real Italian food from Italy, not the american style).

11) Would you ever consider plastic surgery?

Yep. I would love a breast reduction. And I wouldn't be opposed to getting my lower lids lifted, my skin there is so thin and sad :( If I had the money, wasn't scared of surgery, or pain, I would have done both by now!

Thank-you all, and have fun!

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