I’m very fortunate to have one helluva over active imagination and anything I hear, see or feel sometimes sparks it off. My first book was sparked by an event that happened in my home town. A concrete block was thrown off a motorway bridge to land on a car below, causing extensive injury to the driver. I used this incident as the start point for my very first book (which was M/F!)
The Men of London series was a suggestion from my publisher and from thereon, the ideas for writing about men loving men simply flowed through my head and I ended up with various scenarios, all very different from each other. I can’t really pinpoint the exact time I decided to write about something I’ve thought about, sometimes it’s pretty random.
As far as bringing a book to a desert island- I’d love to go all literary and highbrow on your ass and say one of Charles Dickens’ or Shakespeare’s masterpieces, but instead I’ll go with the one I really would take. *grins* That book would be Cody Kennedy’s ‘Omorphi’. I recently read this again for the umpteenth time and as ever, I’m struck by the beauty of this tale, the emotion and the beautiful love story it tells, showing human nature at its very best and worst. It should be a film *hint hint to Cody* It’s just one of those books I feel you can re-read forever. And that’s probably how long I’d be stuck on a desert island as no one would want come and find me…*sobs* ☹
Ahh, those romantic evenings and days….what does the word ‘romantic’ mean to me? Romantic is listening to your partner, and seeing what he/she really enjoys doing. Picking up those nuances (or hints lol) about what they want or need, making it happen, making them feel special and loved and even perhaps sacrificing something for them. It’s about making the other person happy and watching them glow with the knowledge that you care and that you listened.
My idea of a romantic evening is firstly to have the fella arrange it all from start to finish. I tend to be the one always organizing everything and it would be nice to have it done for me for a change. (I can see the nods of agreement around me). So, a weekend getaway to Paris or Venice (two places I really want to see but haven’t yet), perhaps by Eurostar or first class flight, a beautiful, secluded and quaint hotel or bed and breakfast within walking distance of everything, and be spoilt rotten. Soft towels, power shower, a luxurious bed, views of the city, and a loving partner to share it with. Perfect.
The talent I quite fancy having is singing. I’ve been told I have a good voice, but I’m too shy to take it anywhere and I honestly don’t think it’s that special. So I’d like to really be able to sing rock ballads and perhaps jazzy blues, wow the audience and have the blokes throw their thongs at me on stage. I want to be adored damn it, idolized…while making people swoon with my vocal attributes.
My favourite foods/colour/music
Quick blitz here – Bacon sandwich, steak pie, seafood of any kind, biltong (a South African dried meat) crisps and Cadbury’s chocolate. I do love fancy cooking too, and am a real meat eater …
I love the colours purple and blue. Bronze and Gold are a close second.
Music- I love classical (not opera) and particularly Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich-I love the Russians. Contemporary- Foo Fighters, Arctic Monkeys (their new album AM was wicked), Jack Savoretti, Muse, The Killers, Ed Sheeran, Eminem, The Fray,Fun.,IAMX, Joe Jackson, Kasabian…the list is really endless.