Hi everyone! We have a special guest post for you from Mara Gan, author of Joined!
Today, Mara will be talking about her writing routine. You can also find out more about her book and enter a giveaway at the end!
Mara Gan’s writing routine
I have a full-time job apart from writing, so I tend to daydream a lot of my stories for a while before I get around to writing them down. But when I write, either for my job or for my life as an author, I make myself a cup of green tea, read a little bit of news on my laptop, and turn on Netflix. I often stray toward Friends or Star Trek: The Next Generation, because I know all the episodes so well that it doesn’t distract me into paying rapt attention, but I like having a little bit of conversation noise in the background. For whatever reason, it helps me focus.
When the cup of tea is gone, I spend several minutes trying to remove my somewhat tubby kitty, Nina, from where she has inevitably draped herself on my laptop, and start writing. I don’t usually write in order. I frequently write outlines and then fill in gaps as my imagination grows ready for what I want to do and say.
Sometimes I’ll write for hours and realize that it’s midnight or later and I have to get up early, and should really go to bed. (I don’t always follow my own advice there, though, and get book-writing hangovers the next day. Thank you, all the coffee shops in Seattle!) Sometimes I’ll write for a few hours, go to the gym or for a walk, have dinner, and get back at it later.
And sometimes there’s no routine at all; sometimes inspiration strikes me on the train, during some rare free time at work, or at night while watching TV, and I’ll start madly typing away. My husband frequently asks me if I’m okay, because I guess the look on my face while I’m writing is pretty RBF-y. I have to reassure him that I’m fine, although wrangling characters and words does make me want more London Fogs—or maybe something slightly more Irish—sometimes.
And sometimes, I bang my head against the wall and go do something else, because damn if I know what I’m doing.
“Great, Clee,” I said. “Job’s all yours. I’m going to bed.”
Kenzi covered a snicker as Synie rolled her eyes. “Princess, you know the Yurilians will only talk to you.”
I leaned back in my chair and stretched my neck. “Yeah, yeah.”
Kenzi tilted his head at Synie. “Why will they only talk to the princess?”
Synie shifted uncomfortably. “King Cepheus was….” She paused, searching for the right word.
“A jerk,” Clee supplied unhelpfully.
“Clee!” Synie barked. “That’s practically treason.”
Clee shrugged. “Yep. But I already told him that to his face. He agreed with me.”
Cepheus had a weak spot for Clee, as did we all; her tendency to tell the truth and lighten the mood at the same time was curiously refreshing. And she was right: Cepheus was a terrible diplomat.
With another reproachful glare at Clee, who was no longer paying attention, Synie continued, “King Cepheus was less than sympathetic toward their grain dispute with us. Andromeda smoothed things over and managed to talk them down from outright war.”
Kenzi’s eyes bugged. “They were going to declare war on us, just for some grain?”
“Food is a common reason people go to war,” I said. “Or, rather, lack of it. When people starve, they feel they have nothing left to lose.” Perseus’s words came back to me: people who have nothing to lose, fear nothing.
That was true on a global scale as well as a personal one, I supposed.
Kenzi’s dark eyes turned to me and he gave me an awed smile. I really hated being an object of awe. I liked doing my job—a lot—and I loved helping people, but at heart, I was an introvert who wanted as little attention as possible.
Just my luck, I got the most high-profile job in the galaxy.
About the book
JoinedAuthor: Mara Gan
Series: Joined #1
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
Release date: September 12th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Science Fiction, Romance
Purchase: Amazon UK | Amazon US | iBooks | Kobo
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Duty and prophecy get in the way of everything.
All I ever wanted to do was read my books, play my sports, and help people. Life and prophecy had other things in mind.
Helping people is what I do; as an empath and semi-frequent telepath, I can easily sense and understand people's needs and emotions. Sometimes even before they do. Being able to read everyone’s thoughts and feelings all the time can drive me crazy with anxiety, but that moment when I can finally make someone’s life better makes everything worth it.
Unfortunately, I’m also the next in line to rule the galaxy, I’m the only diplomat most planets will listen to, assassins try to kill me on an annoyingly regular basis, and a much-vaunted Prophecy has decreed that I’m going to die. Oh, and someone blew up my home planet.
Kind of a lot to deal with, right?
Too bad I just got another problem: a big, irritating, overbearing bodyguard with serious anger management issues.
And I think I’m falling for him.