Hi Audra. Thanks for joining me today. How long have you been writing? How does it fit into the rest of your life? What are you besides a writer?
Thanks so much for having me here today, Dani!
In a way I’ve always been a writer, because I’ve always been a daydreamer, and that’s how it starts. After college I went into teaching and then started a family, and really didn’t write any of my daydreams down until a few years ago at the encouragement of friends. Once I started writing again, I couldn’t seem to stop. Mostly I write in between loads of laundry and little league games, because first and foremost I am a mother of three boys.
What is your process like? Did this book give you any trouble or flow better than others?
I am a character-driven ‘pantser,’ which means I tend to develop my characters in my mind first, put them in a problematic situation, and then let them take me where they will. Watcher took me years to write, because it was my first novel and it was a fantasy, so I had a lot of world-building to do. My second novel took me a year to complete, and my third even less, partly because I have more experience now and partly because they had a contemporary, real-world setting.
What can readers look forward to next from you?
I have a humorous paranormal thriller coming out in November, called The Hitchhiker. I am also finishing up a romantic comedy and am nearly done with my first draft of the sequel to Watcher. The ideas keep coming; I’m just trying to keep up.
I can totally relate! Would you share an excerpt?
“Yes. I’ve no idea what goes on in that fool head of hers.”
Ben became flushed with anger. It was rare to find someone he could not read. To have constant knowledge of others’ thoughts was maddening, tedious, and altogether lonely. He had been living in near seclusion on the farm for almost three years, escaping the thoughts of men, resting from the war. He would have appreciated the company of someone he could not read.
“Why have you kept her from me?” he asked, angrily.
“You assume I have some sort of influence on that creature. I tried to find a proper home for her in the village throughout her childhood. Every time I tried, she hid in the woods for days. I finally decided God put this kernel in my teeth for a reason. She comes and goes as she pleases, but she has never left Willowbrook Wood until now,” Goran explained.
Benaiah let go of Goran’s arm. Watcher was now several paces ahead, determined to show them she was not crippled by her embarrassing fall.
“I did not give you permission to wear my cloak,” he taunted her, knowing from the flashes of pink he saw as she fell, she had nothing on under.
Watcher glared back at him and walked toward the edge of the woods again. She walked face first into the first tree she came to, dropping the cloak as she became bark, then trunk wood, then bark again on the other side. Watcher called softly to her pet, hoping he did not get hungry and wander off. Having smelled the man in the water, it made him uneasy when she left toward the clearing. He was not far off when she called.
“Thank you, Kitty. Off you go, I’ll be all right for a while,” she whispered, as she grabbed her pack, slipped on her own cloak, and returned to the clearing.
Ben once again stopped in his tracks.
“How did she do that?” he asked.
Goran shrugged. “Her gift.”
“What sort of creature walks through trees?”
Goran shook his head. “I am afraid you are about to find out.”
He thought for a moment about warning Benaiah not to become distracted, not to lose focus of his duties soon to come, but he had grown weary of being the messenger of such foreboding. She would most likely be gone within the week, after all.
Where can readers find you and your books?
Thank you so much for being my guest today, Audra. We'll all be watching for The Watcher.