Let's find out more about her book "Leonardo DiCaprio is a Vampire"
I hear voices in my head.
No, I’m not daft or certifiable—at least no more than any
other writer, I think. The voices that I hear are not the kind that tell me to
do strange things or incite me to desperate acts, rather they belong to my
characters, both those I know and those I’ve yet to meet. And I’ve learned
something in over forty years of writing—when they speak, I listen!
Carrying paper and pencil or pen is wonderful advice for
those moments when your characters begin to speak and you want to capture them
for posterity. It’s all well and good to say oh, I’ll remember that, no
problem, until you’re sitting in front
of your computer screen and your fingers are in place upon the keyboard and
suddenly you’ve forgotten every single word you were sure you’d remember
forever. As they talk, you should write, that much is just a given.
But sometimes you aren’t in a position to write—for example,
while you’re driving, or when you’re showering (bathing isn’t quite so bad, at
least you can take the paper and pen into the bathroom and write while you
soak), or even when you’re having sex. So what do you do? If it’s just one
line, you can keep repeating it to yourself until you’re in a position to write
it down, and that can work. But what if it’s more than that?
I have a little trick for those moments. At least it works
for me. I get a mental picture of the emotions involved, and capture them
visually, imprinting them with the words, almost like a hot key. So that when
I’m ready, I “press” the key, and then it comes out where I can capture it. If
I let the character ramble before I’m ready, I find that I lose the words. But
if I imprint them in this way, then they stay there, waiting for me to access
them.
For example, a couple of years ago my daughter and I went to
see Inception at the theatre, the Leonardo di Caprio film. I wasn’t even sure
at first that I wanted to see it, but she did so I agreed to go. Before we went,
I got to thinking about Leo and other films that I’ve seen him in over the
years, including Total Eclipse (Leo and David Thewlis – totally hot! Kissing
and nakedness, very delicious!), and I heard a voice speak to me.
“Did you know that Leonardo di Caprio is a vampire?”
Sounds like an odd beginning or introduction even for a
character. But I thought what the heck, let’s listen. I realized that this was
a new character, so I kept the line in my head, all through Inception.
Afterwards, I worked on the story, as I drove home. First, I needed character
names. In Inception, Cillian Murphy plays a guy named Robert Fisher. He’s an
important character, and his name stuck in my head, but I reversed it and
changed it slightly. So Robert Fisher became Fisher Roberts. One character
down, now for number two (I already knew this would be m/m, so I needed another
male name). As I was driving, I scanned everything around me—billboards,
businesses, vehicles, whatever—for the mate to Fisher Roberts. I saw an ad for
hunting, and suddenly I had it—Hunter, who became Hunter Long. It wasn’t til long after I began to write
that I saw what I had inadvertently done – Fisher and Hunter. It might seem
contrived to some, but I swear to you it was totally accidental.
I knew nothing about these two guys, but I began to write,
using that first line, and I kept writing until some 35k later, I was done. Or at least I thought it was. After a brief
stint with a publisher who shall remain nameless, I received Leo back into my
own hands and then I took the original story and added 5k to it, in the form of
Hunter’s POV, and then I sold it to Torquere. And now we have a happy ending,
as well as a new cover and more depth to the story of Hunter and Fisher.
This isn’t the only time this has happened to me, far from
it. There once was a time when I was researching a non-fiction book, a
children’s book about composer Percy Granger, when a voice began to speak, and
he told me he was a gay werewolf. I could feel that he was a nice man, so I
politely told him to please wait til I was done with the other book. But he kept talking, so to appease him I
thought I would just write down a few notes and hold onto them until I was
ready. Those few notes became the first chapter of To The Max. Which became an
entire book. And which now has a sequel. All because a voice wanted to be
heard. Oh, that other book never got written yet. Guess Percy needs to speak
louder, eh?
Another time, it was Judas Iscariot that spoke, and that
book became Revelations (for which I’m still seeking a publisher). Sometimes I
only get to the first chapter, and then it sits as a WIP until I get back to
it. But at least it’s a start.
I hate to think about all of the characters that I have lost
or forgotten because I wasn’t able to keep their words in my head. Perhaps
they’ll come back again someday, but I’m not holding my breath. That goes for
the books I’ve written in my dreams, but forget the moment I wake up. Since I
started using my little mnemonic trick, I haven’t lost a thing, and that’s a
good feeling. I just hope my readers agree that it was worth it!
Do your characters talk to you? Do you have any tricks you
use for getting your characters down onto paper? I’d love to hear about it! Thanks for having me, Lily! Have a great day,
everyone!
Blurb:
Halloween
is the night when the veil between the worlds grows thin... Not that Fisher
Roberts believes in Halloween or any other holiday. Unlike his roommate and
longtime best friend, Hunter Long. The trouble is that Fisher’s feelings for Hunter
are more than that of a friend, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide
those feelings from Hunter.
Fisher has promised Hunter to attend a Halloween party with him on
All Hallow’s eve, even though he’d really rather not. Things start out badly and
then take a decided turn for the strange. Hunter confesses to being a vampire.
Not that Fisher believes that, of course—that’s just Hunter’s strange sense of
humor. But the kiss in the park... what’s that about? And at the Halloween
party from Hell, nothing and no one are what they seem to be... Halloween
madness or something more?
Excerpt: Fisher trembled, an expectant trembling, as if he were
waiting for something to happen. He didn't have to wait long. Suddenly those
beautiful lips were touching his, and then they were kissing, truly kissing.
No, it wasn't Fisher's first kiss, but it was his first with a man. His only
kiss with a man. And he was amazed at what a difference there was between this
kiss and the others. Not because of gender, but because it was with Hunter.
Because Hunter was someone special.
He felt
himself giving in to those lips, melting into that touch, with a heat that
penetrated his entire body, vibrating in its intensity. Now Hunter was nibbling
at his lips, soft tender kisses that shook him to his very foundation. His head
was reeling, and he was on the verge of losing all sense of self when he felt
the first raindrops splash upon his upturned face.
What the
hell. He pulled back at this sudden insertion of reality into a very unreal
scene, his mouth forming a large "O" of amazement, his eyes going
into saucer-plate mode. But even as he did, Hunter moved forward, sliding his
hips until their knees were touching. From this position, luckily, they
couldn't get much closer, or Hunter would realize what else he had raised
beside's Fisher's blood pressure.
He was
going to do it again. Fisher just knew it, he could feel it, and oh God how
badly he wanted it, as he felt a whimper rise in his throat, indicating a
neediness he wasn't aware he even possessed. But the drops were turning thicker
now, more of them, and they were brutally cold. A definite shock to the system.
His brain was screaming to him to get out, get out now.
Even
though this was what he wanted, exactly what he wanted. So what was the
problem? What did he think would happen if he gave in to his feelings? He
didn’t know. He was afraid of things that he couldn't even explain to himself.
He
practically threw himself backward from the picnic table in his haste to get
away, landing on the hard ground that would soon be turning to mud if this
downpour kept up. A steady rain it was now, and lightning crackled angrily
above their heads.
"Fisher?"
Hunter rose hastily, reaching for him. So Fisher did the only logical thing he
could do -- he gained his feet and ran, as hard and as fast as he could. He
hated himself with every step that he took -- and he knew he had never loved
Hunter Long more.
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age
of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she
grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is
still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi
and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her
heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She
especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one
another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in
St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and
hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting
and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a
temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews,
which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a
bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a
good thing, after all. Her published
works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press,
and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at
MuseitUp.
You can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com, and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.
Link:
Torquere
My blog: http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
My website: www.julielynnhayes.com
My facebook: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=527332074
My Publishers:
Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_222
Museit Up Publishing: http://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php
Thanks for having me, Lily!
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