I am thrilled to have Christianna Spencer on my blog today. Her book is the same name as my dog. I'm not sure if she would like to be linked to my mutt but there you go.
Over to you, Christianna.
When and why did you begin writing?
I started really writing in middle school. The school had a contest called Young Authors which my teacher at the time made a mandatory thing as a way to help teach about sentence structure and punctuation as well as communication. I liked writing out the story I submitted, which won surprisingly, so I just kept writing from there.
What inspires you to write and why?
Inspiration is varied for me. Sometimes it’s an idea that pops into my head that won’t go away until I start writing it down, other times its coming across something and my mind automatically says “I can do better than that.” And writing is cathartic for me. It’s an escape.
What is the best piece of advice you received before you got published?
Just hit submit. You can’t be published if you don’t. If they like it, they like it. If not, screw ‘em and try again.
Do you have any rituals to start your writing day?
If I’m writing certain parts, I’ll turn on music that fits with what is going on or fits with the emotion of the scene. Otherwise, no rituals.
What are you currently writing?
I’ve been working on a private story for a while and I’m trying to sort through some ideas at the moment.
How do you find your names?
I frequently look at baby naming sites for some or I’ll look for indigenous names if, say, the character is Native American or even name popularity sites if the characters are set in a different era.
What is the most interesting piece of research you’ve done so far?
I did some research on explosion shockwaves and paralytic drugs so for a week my computer’s search history was really questionable and possibly incriminating.
Do you include your life experiences in your books?
Not entirely. I’ve given characters traits of friends before, mostly attitudes.
Who is your favourite author and why?
I don’t really have a favourite but I read Stephen King, Anne Rice and a lot of mysteries.
What do you do to relax?
I listen to music and play video games to help vent sometimes. Or I’ll sit down and work on a piece of jewellery or bead project. Other times I’ll read. Depends on the mood really.
Where can we find you on the web?
Mostly I can be found through Dreamspinner Press.
Tyler is available on May 2nd at Dreamspinner Press
Blurb: Being a college student on a road trip means making certain sacrifices, like eating gas station food instead of in decent restaurants and staying in a series of tacky motel rooms. When Aiden leaves his buddy Chase to search for some excitement, he figures the dive bar not far from the motel is as good a place as any to start the night. At least he can get a couple of drinks and hustle some poor sucker out of a few bucks at pool. There’s even the possibility of getting a little action if he plays his cards right—a possibility that quickly becomes reality in the form of a dark and sexy stranger named Tyler.
Aiden looked at their new accommodations as he sat on the end of his bed, hearing Chase busy himself with God knows what in the bathroom. He couldn’t figure out why no matter where the road took them, he and Chase always seemed to stay in the same motel room. True, the decor was different for each, bad ’70s porn motif here or a fishing theme there, but somehow they all just seemed to feel the same. It was like the same guy went around designing crappy motel rooms.
Aiden stared at the tacky—and God, were they ever—furnishings as he ran his hands over the legs of his jeans. Being a college student on a road trip meant you made certain sacrifices. Gas station food versus decent restaurants had been the most common, but this mustard-yellow carpeted nightmare was, in his mind, the worst so far. That observation had only been added to when he caught his muscular reflection staring back at him from gold-veined, mirrored tiles.
“You sure about this, Chase?” Aiden called toward the closed door. “What we talked about in the car… you’re sure?”
“Yeah.” Chase’s voice came loud and clear through the sound of running water behind the door. “Just trust me, Aiden.”
Aiden pushed himself up, making his way over to the bathroom. He leaned his six-foot-one frame against the doorjamb and brought a hand to his head, his fingers running absently over his mess of dark blond hair. “If this is about that ‘vanilla’ comment I made—”
The door opened just enough for Chase to stick his shaggy head out, a cloud of steam from the shower inside hitting Aiden full in the face. “Aiden, I’m sure. Just go enjoy yourself.”
Aiden sighed, shaking his head slightly, as he looked at his lover. “Okay.” He turned and headed for the door, grabbing his keys as he passed the TV.
About the Author:Christianna Spencer began writing as a child, filling page after page with whatever her vivid imagination could come up with. After she placed in a grade school writing contest, her heart was dead-set on becoming an author.
Christianna works part time in retail when she’s not letting her imagination run wild and calls a small town in Southern Michigan home. She has an interest in mythology, genealogy, and the supernatural. She enjoys spending time with her cats and friends as well as reading, cooking, music, and travel.
She can be contacted via email at firstname.lastname@example.org.