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Liebster Award

liebster awardIncy Black has nominated me for the Liebster Award. Having never received one of these awards, I had a quick Google to discover what an honour it is to be nominated, as it’s a brilliant way to discover new blogs and give fellow bloggers the recognition they deserve.

The best part about this digital award is that it’s not the same set of questions each time – as each blogger gets to choose their own questions for the next set of nominees.

The rules are as follows:

1. Display the Liebster Award logo on your blog (as above)

2. Link back to the person who has nominated you – thanks Incy Black!

3. Answer the ten questions posed (I love the questions Incy has asked here)

4. Create ten questions of your own

5. Choose your own nominations to continue the fun

 

So here are my answers to some excellent questions:

 

1.    Jeans or skirt? Why?

Jeans every time. I hate wearing tights. As a child I hated the way they got twisted around my legs. As an adult, I just don’t do constrictive clothing.


2.    If you were a vegetable, what would you be? Why?

I’d be a potato. Potatoes are such a versatile ingredient, apart from being a staple food, they’re full of essential vitamins and nutrition. Add some butter and you have almost a complete meal. Rumour has it that somewhere in the world, potatoes are used to make vodka. I could live with becoming vodka. What fun it would be to make people drunk.

3.    Banana or apple? Why?

Banana – they make a better breakfast.


4.    By the sea or up a mountain? Why?

By the sea. I love the sound of the waves shushing on the sand and the shrieks of children’s laughter carried on the wind while the motorboats growl and bump across the water.


5.    You’re writing a highly erotic novel—what would your pen name be?

I can’t tell you that, because then you’ll know it’s me when it’s released. *blushes*


6.    What is your favourite romance genre? To read? To write?

To read – contemporary or paranormal. To write – technically I should say time-travel considering that was the first novel I wrote. But it was quite possibly one of the hardest, most challenging things I have done (childbirth aside). So with that in mind, contemporary. Although the time-travel novel was definitely exciting to write, as the heroine had a habit of changing her place in time without any warning.


7.    How difficult do you find it to name your characters? Share some examples.

Leo Santini – the antagonist in Time for Love. He started off as Joe Ephram. I hated it, and his name didn’t suit him. So I started with the surname and had to find something which sounded similar to Joe, which wasn’t easy. Fortunately I came up with Leo Santini – and love his name almost as much as I love him. He might be a baddie, but he’s got his own fair share of demons.


8.    Which writing rule would you most like to break? Why?

The rule about pacing. I’ve only recently discovered that my pacing isn’t as it should be. I had finished the story, but sadly, I can see how the pacing isn’t right and why it’s necessary – there are now some scenes I want to scrap. Which means a further delay in publication. However, I’m a perfectionist. And I’m not sending it out there until it’s right. (Apologies to Emmeline’s fans – I know you’re desperate to read her story).


9.    Duvet or traditional sheets + blanket? Why?

Ooh duvet. I love the way they puff and scrunch up under your chin. Sheets and blankets make me feel claustrophobic.


10.  Insert the opening paragraph of your current WIP.

‘Lottie?’ Gemma sang softly as she looked round at her three-year-old daughter in the back of the car. With delicate, rosy lips parted in sleep, the child’s angel-hair blonde head rested on the back of her car seat. The little girl stirred, frowning as she squeezed her eyes then stretched, succumbing to a deep yawn, her cheeks flushed from sleep.

‘Wakey wakey, sweetheart,’ said Gemma. 

Charlotte blinked a couple of times, her eyes still glassy from sleep, and rubbed her little fists over the lids.

Gemma’s heart squeezed at the sight, a fresh flush of guilt rushing into her core. ‘Are you okay baby?’ she asked. 

Charlotte’s face crumpled as she struggled to comprehend why she had woken up in the car.

‘Where are we, Mummy?’

Gemma rested her head on the headrest as she watched her daughter, the child’s innocence tugging at her heart strings. ‘We’re in a new place, sweetheart. We’re going on an adventure,’ she said.

‘Uh –’ Charlotte looked out of the window, her mouth shaped into a little ‘o’. ‘Where’s Grandma?’

Gemma looked up at the dull white-washed farmhouse ahead. The sun stretched up over the horizon, now visible after turning off the motorway a little over an hour ago. Her aimless driving had led her along a winding road into Dulston, a remote, pretty-as-a-picture village with thatched roofs and chocolate-box cottages. She’d never heard of it.

A distressed, weathered sign pointing to a B&B had lured her down a bumpy, narrow tractor lane. Now, here she was, having followed her instincts, some sixth sense or otherwise guiding her down this path.

This path which seemed eerily quiet.

Perhaps it wasn’t instinctive at all, but a ridiculous, irresponsible action. Perhaps she was actually living with her head in the clouds, as her mother Jeanette would say. 

‘No, darling, Grandma isn’t here. Shall we go and see who is?’ she asked, climbing out of the car and going round to get her daughter. ‘Come on, then,’ she said, unclipping Charlotte’s three-point seat-belt before lifting her out. Gemma hoisted her onto her hip and looked up at the farmhouse, chewing at her lip as she heard the coarse squawk of a nearby crow. She glanced at the sun, guessing it to be around seven a.m., and reasoned a B&B would be getting ready to serve breakfast to the guests. Although, her car was the only one abandoned in front of the tired-looking house, due to the absence of any dedicated parking. She jumped as a pigeon whirred over her head, its wings flapping to a stop on the top of the roof, before quiet descended again. 

 

As it’s my turn to nominate, I’d like to know the following information from:

 

Tracey Rogers

Alison Lodge

Calida Ally

Rae Rivers

 

 

1. What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done?

2. What do you do when working on a new project, and the old one keeps calling to you to revisit it – or even write a sequel?

3. Are you a morning person or a night owl?

4. How do you find the time to write – do you have a set routine?

5. What’s your favourite meal to cook?

6. If you could travel back in time to a particular era, which would you choose and why?

7. What’s your favourite TV programme?

8. Who would you most like to be stranded on a desert island with?

9. If you could choose a famous person, past or present, to have dinner with, who would it be, and why?

10. What is your all-time favourite book?

 

Over to the new nominees! 🙂

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10 thoughts on “Liebster Award

    1. Thanks Jane! Revealed a little more than a paragraph there, but glad you enjoyed it. I’d love to reveal more but I’m not going to! 🙂 As for the pen name… that’s staying under wraps for now, haha. Haven’t decided when or whether I’ll use it yet. I’ll tell my writing buddies though 😉 xx

    1. Thanks Jane! Revealed a little more than a paragraph there, but glad you enjoyed it. I’d love to reveal more but I’m not going to! 🙂 As for the pen name… that’s staying under wraps for now, haha. Haven’t decided when or whether I’ll use it yet. I’ll tell my writing buddies though 😉 xx

  1. Great answers, Fiona! And I totally get the duvet bias. Now I’m letting the side down not having answered these yet – I’d best get a move on. Oh, and terrific questions too!! 🙂 Xx

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