A day with me behind the scenes…
I’ll share recent events that have changed my life as a new writer. My fulltime job as an environmental scientist came to a temporary end midyear 2013 after several federal contracts with my company weren’t renewed. Instead of viewing this as a professional and financial tragedy, I chose to see it as a golden opportunity to write fulltime. Not only was Book II of the Blind Series (Blind Mercy) scheduled for release already in February 2014, Book III, Blind Redemption, needed immediate attention.
With so much free time on my hands, I knew I could get some serious work done.
A day with me behind the scenes reminds me of a mad scientist in a laboratory—I can’t stop mixing potions or in this case, writing. I wake up, say good morning to my husband as he leaves for work, grab a cup of tea, and turn on my computer. Nothing glamorous. I spend the first hour checking emails, Facebook, and Twitter. Next, I may stop by a friend’s blog or two. Beyond that, it’s all about writing and editing. Of course I take breaks in-between to play with my cats and dogs, make a few phone calls, and go for walks. But on average, I put in 12 hours a day. And it’s worth it because…
I completed the first installment (65,000 words) of my new contemporary series in two weeks. And Book IV of the Blind Series, Blind Fury, is in production. What amazes me the most, is how effectively I’ve adapted to my lifestyle change. And I think that’s a positive message for any writer at any level of experience. Life changes constantly. But don’t let it alter or diminish your craft. Keep writing. And always aim for the stars.
About Blind Mercy
The Sigurdsson family legacy continues…
A woman who prayed for a hero…
Orphaned at a young age, Rachelle Fiennes prayed for a hero to rescue her from her tragic life in England. When her only kinsman goes missing after the Battle of Stamford Bridge, Rachelle braves the aftermath of the battlefield to find him.
A man who lost everything…
Damned by the gods for surviving the bloodiest defeat in Norse history, Jarl Tyr Sigurdsson is still determined to get home. Hiding until nightfall so he can escape to his ship, his dangerous endeavor is disrupted when he’s accidently discovered by a beautiful Saxon.
Brought together by war, Rachelle and Tyr face many obstacles. Can sworn enemies find peace through love, or will fate be cruel?
Rachelle tried to wiggle out of her bonds. He didn’t try to stop her. Why did Prince Edwin want to see her again? The Norse liked English slaves. “I’m shocked you’d sell a Christian into servitude.” She expected the worst from him.
She rolled her eyes.
“Marriage can hardly be considered slavery.”
Panic gripped her heart. Marriage? Oh my God. “Maybe not for a man,” she countered tartly.
“You’re to be wed to a prince. I hardly think you’ll be expected to work your fingers to the bone, unless you view bedding your husband as an unpleasant task.” He grinned lecherously. “Some women never learn to enjoy bedsport.” He caressed her cheek. “Somehow, I think you will.”
She jerked away. “Don’t do this, I beg you.”
“Milady,” he replied. “Men conduct this sort or business every day. Without a proper guardian, someone needed to act on your behalf. It’s a fine match. You’ve done your duty. Rose above your unfortunate circumstances and secured a man most women would trip over their skirts to get to. Prince Edwin may be a bastard in the Biblical sense, but he’s rich and comes from a reputable family. Celebrate your good fortune. I could have shipped you to a place where women are expected to perform the marital act without the benefit of nuptials.”
Her hands burned to slap him. He’d done this with the intent to harm her. From the moment she stepped foot on Tyr’s ship, this man had seethed with contempt. She swallowed thickly. “Why?”
His startling gaze pierced her. “I hate Tyr. And everything about you reminds me of the home I dearly miss. I don’t need a constant reminder of things I cannot have.”
His confession took her by surprise. “I thought you despised Scotland.”
“I’ve only implied it to keep my enemies confused.”
What kind of man denied his own heart? A man without a home was likely the most wretched creature on earth. Beholden to no one, he’d do as he pleased. “Why do you stay?”
“There’s opportunity for me here.”
“Tyr will notice I’m gone.”
“I suspect he’ll do more than that,” he added. “He might start a bloody war.”
About the Author
Violetta Rand holds a bachelor’s degree in Environmental Policy and a master’s degree in Environmental Management. Serving as an environmental scientist in the state of Alaska for over seven years, she enjoys the privilege of traveling to remote places few people have the opportunity to see.
Violetta has been “in love” with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age, at five, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her neighborhood. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband, Jeff. She enjoys outdoor activities, reading whatever she can get her hands on, music, and losing herself in the ancient worlds she enjoys bringing to life in the pages of her stories.