Welcome, Sherry Gloag
by Jeff Salter
Questions:
1. Have you ever encountered people who seem unable / unwilling to comprehend that writing is something you are driven to do?
* Sherry) I have : ). I ask them whether they enjoy watching TV and/or films, if they say ‘yes’ I ask them why. Then I very quietly remind them that the scripts did NOT write themselves and that someone was NOT playing at a hobby when they invested hours of their time, emotions and effort in to create those self-same TV and film shows they have just waxed lyrical about. And then I remind them of how many BOOKs have been turned into films…
I never claimed to be ‘nice.’ : )
2. If you were not a writer, can you imagine what else you might do to express the creativity within you?
* Sherry) Quite by chance I found I enjoy creating Selenite crystal jewelry, gifts and wands, and find it extremely soothing. When fully involved with my creations I tend to forget about time. A bit like writing, really! Lol.
3. Give us at least one example of someone who has contacted you and expressed how much your writing meant to them.
* Sherry) Recently a reader left a wonderful review for my current release Honor’s Dilemma, which is the prequel to Vidal’s Honor, and bemoaned that it left her ‘hanging in suspense.’ I did contact her to tell her about Vidal’s Honor, and she let me know how pleased she was to get her hands on it and how the two books completed each other and how much she enjoyed them.
4. In the interviews & blog questions you've handled over the years, what is one writing question which you've WISHED had been asked of you ... but never has been asked?
* Sherry) Jeff, over the years I have answered so many questions, I’m finding it hard to come up with something original : ). But… I think it might be... ‘Given the number of books published every year, did you believe you would ever be published?’
5. What's your answer to # 4 above?
* Sherry) And my answer to that would have been ‘no’. Much as I dreamed of the idea of seeing my books ‘out there’ (and believe me I dreamed), deep inside I was never quite sure until I met a fabulous lady online. Cindy Davis. In two sentences she changed everything for me. I’d signed my first book contract and promptly panicked. Could I do it? Was I mad to have signed on the dotted line? What was I thinking of? And a lot more of the same. And in the quite way, Cindy said, ‘I know you can do it, or I wouldn’t have offered you a contract.’
Since then I’ve met many others who have been as supportive with their kindness and understanding. The writing world is filled with so many awesome people. So to any aspiring writers out there who are not sure whether to take that final leap or not, I recommend you ‘go for it.’
Jeff, thanks for inviting me to join you on your blog today.
BIO
Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England. She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs “thinking time” and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel. While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.
Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office. She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.
Who could predict the toss of a coin would turn out to be so perilous?
Excerpt from Honor’s Dilema:
“My dance, I believe.” Vidal bowed, his smile more formal than relaxed, and Honor’s anticipation flipped over to trepidation. She glanced from Vidal to Devlin but failed to interpret the fleeting look that passed between them.
“Come.” Vidal tugged gently on her hand and guided her onto the dance floor. Fewer couples stood up for the waltz but enough for Vidal to guide Honor into the centre of the couples waiting for the music to begin, and away from the eyes of the chaperones and usual biddies that enjoyed such occasions to engage in and exchange the latest tittle-tattle.
The firm clasp of Vidal’s arm around her waist shot sparks of heat up her spine and into her face. The lack of the required distance between dance partners didn’t seem to bother Vidal, so Honor leaned in against his hard chest, then suppressed a gasp when he pulled her right up against his full length. Hardness and strength radiated from him, and yet his arms offered safety and gentleness. She looked into his face ready to chastise him for being so forward when she noticed the tightness around his mouth, the pallor of his face and the darkness in his eyes.
He held her steady when her steps faltered and rested his brow against hers. Vidal’s continuing silence added to her alarm.
“What is it Charles, what is wrong? Are you not well? Shall we sit down?” She tried to pull away, to see him more fully, but he tightened his hold on her.
“I asked you to dance this waltz with me, Honor, because I have something to say to you.”
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