Nadene: Today I am hosting R P Channing, author of Thirst: Blood of my Blood, on Totally Addicted to Reading.
R P will you share a short bio with us?
R P: I started writing three years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book I dared to publish as it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading. When I am not hammering away (most literally) at my keyboard, I can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.Twitter
Nadene: When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
RP: It wasn’t the first thing I came up with when I was listing “possible professions” as a kid. I don’t even think it made the list. I just started writing one day and then I wrote more and then I wrote more… Before I knew it, I started calling myself “A Writer.”
Nadene: How long does it take you to write a book?
RP: It depends on the book and the story and how long it’s been since my last book. It’s so different from story to story that I have no fixed timeframe. Some stories are out of my head and onto paper before I can even blink, others take longer, much longer.
Nadene: What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
RP: I try and set myself a target of words for the day and then make that target. Sometimes that takes only a few hours, sometimes I’m writing until the early hours of the morning.
Nadene: Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
RP: Wow! They’re random. They come out of nowhere. Sometimes I don’t even have an idea. If I do have one, the writing is easy. if I don’t, I just pound away until the story takes me somewhere, and then I re-write. I try and take a professional attitude to my writing and not “wait for inspiration.”
Nadene: Tell us something unusual about yourself.
RP: The weirdest thing I like doing is jumping in my car and going for a drive with no place to go. Some people like walking, I love just getting on the highway, looking around, and then driving back home after an hour or two. I find it very relaxing.
Nadene: How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
RP: Well, I’ve written plenty of stories, but Thirst is the first one I published. I guess that makes it my favorite because I actually put it out there for people.
Nadene: Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?
RP: Don’t listen to advice from new writers.
Nadene: Do you like to create books for adults?
RP: I’ve written all kinds of stories (unpublished), but I like YA as a genre. I like the crowd, I like the “innocence.” I don’t see myself publishing in any other genre. At least not for a while.
Nadene: What do you think makes a good story?
Likable characters that take initiative.
RP: As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?
I wanted to become an actor. Of course, that failed. 🙂
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Vampires, Demons & Ghosts.
Welcome to STARKFIELD ACADEMY.
~ Kira Sutherland ~
After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her ‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated…), and being labeled as having ‘issues’ in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:
1. Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies and Convicts” (as the social media sites call them.)
She chooses the latter…
~ Cory Rand ~
Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best friend…sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.
Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:
1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks…)
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least he’ll get an education.
He chooses the latter…
It’s at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.
Things he’s always ignored.
Young Adult Paranormal Romance
My life was perfect.
I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.
But then there was Jack.
Jack was a problem.
He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him?
I think not!
Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tear-ducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.
Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?
I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.
I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.
Still no answer.
His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”
His puppy eyes became worse.
His skin was gray and, well, dead.
“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…
The idea excited me somewhat.
“What would you have me do, Miss Kira?”
“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”
“Yes, Miss Kira.”
The dead. There’s just no reasoning.
“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.
“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.
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