Join me in welcoming friend and amazing writer, Cera duBois!
Cera, thanks for stopping by. My blog is yours...
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Thank
you, Vicki for letting come on your blog today.
Recently
while answering interview questions for the release of my debut contemporary
western romance, I came across one that had me revisiting one of the hardest
scenes I’d ever written.
I
think the question was probably asking which scene was the hardest to write
because of writer’s block or for technical reasons. But I chose the scene from
my latest release, A Hunter’s Blade, as one of the toughest to write for emotional
reasons.
The
scene is one of the turning points in the story and it involves the heroine’s
cabin being set on fire and the hero having to save her life. Brigit is a 365
year old Lykan (she was born a werewolf) and
the hero is a yearling vampire. Both of them have one thing in
common—fire is one of the very few things that will kill them.
What
made this scene so hard for me wasn’t writing the technical ins and outs of the
fire or the action of the hero trying to find a way into the inferno before it
totally engulfed the cabin. This scene had me in tears and had me seriously
trying to come up with an alternative scene because I wrote it literally days
after my younger brother’s funeral.
In
September 2011, my 36 year old brother sustained fatal burns from a fire that
had destroyed his home. We hadn’t been close for years, but I loved him and by
writing this scene it had me reliving what he may have experienced. Needless to
say, it was tough and hopefully I never write another scene that as emotionally
drained me as that one did.
Have
you ever written or read a scene that emotionally exhausted you?
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Blurb:
Brigit Wolfe, a born werewolf, hasn’t killed a human in
over a hundred years, although now, she wonders if the animal attacking people
in Silver Creek, Colorado, isn’t her. But she might have bigger problems when
her cowboy neighbor, Austin Calhoun, ambles into her bar. Austin hasn’t been a
vampire for long, but he is determined to prove to himself that he’s worthy of
his hunter’s dagger. Brigit’s rare beauty and blade-sharp tongue enchants him.
She ignites a passion he thought was dead, but is she the killer his master
sent him to destroy? During Austin’s investigation regarding Brigit’s
involvement in the deaths, an old crime surfaces connected to her human best
friend. These two immortal enemies have to join forces to solve the mystery
before someone else dies. But can they survive the heat of their own desire?
Excerpt:
She stopped in front of him and growled,
“Let’s get something established about werewolves. There are two kinds. The
lesser wolves who are made. And the Lykan who are born. I’m not one of
the degenerates. I was born a Lykan in 1647. The first child of Valeriu and
Elena. I’m an alpha and you are nothing more than a fledgling just hatched.”
He broke free of her power by drawing on
his own. When he moved toward her, Austin held his hands to his side, ready to
grab the hunter’s dagger sheathed inside his jacket. His fangs had long ago
descended ready for a fight. “I don’t really give a flying fuck whether you
were made, born, or hatched.”
When the energy of Brigit’s power
touched him again, he pulled the silver blade. “I want to know if you’re the
one preying on these people.”
Her eyes widened and she backed up a
step as he approached. “I told you I didn’t attack those humans. I haven’t
killed a mortal in over a hundred years. How many innocents have you snacked on
tonight? How many of them did you want to kill?”
“I don’t hurt my prey,” he said through
clenched teeth. He’d never let her know battling the beast within every feeding
was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “If you didn’t kill those people then you
have nothing to worry about. Best way to figure out who did is by working
together.” He put the sliver blade away, and his fangs retracted.
“What do you have planned?”
Austin didn’t miss the slight quiver in
her voice. “We begin with you telling me everything you remember from those
nights you became the big, bad wolf.”
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Bio:
Cera
duBois has a strong belief in never giving up on your dreams…
Although
Cera was unable to read due to dyslexia and a learning disability until she was
in the fourth grade, she always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel
in eleventh grade when she had to keep a journal for her academic English
class. Since her life was far from exciting growing up as a farm girl in West
Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on her imagination to give her
something to write about. Over the course of the school year, she wrote a
tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil War. Becoming an author was her ultimate dream.
Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn State
University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary. A mother of a
teenage son and pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania,
with her husband of nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with
her laptop, warm days will find her in the English garden surrounding her
house. Cera loves to read and is interested in history, romance, science
fiction and the paranormal. She also writes contemporary Westerns under her
real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.
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Thanks, Cera! I can't wait to read A Hunter's Blade!
Behave!
12 comments:
Cera, I'm so sorry for your loss and can relate to the scene and reliving what your brother might have gone through. I've done that with a few scenes myself, but I find that the experience and empathy that you poor into the scene from real-life experience makes it that much more powerful.
Loved your blurb and Congrats on the awesome writing year you've had :)
I'm so sorry, Cera.
I have cried over many scenes I've written, but not because of anything related to my person life, but because I felt the emotion from the characters.
Excellent blurb that really grabbed my attention.
I'm sorry about your brother, Cera. I've written emotional scenes but nothing like that. I hope I never have to.
Congrats on your release!
I'm so sorry, Cera. Losing someone you love is always so hard. You learn to cope, but you never really get over it.
Drawing on your own emotions and experiences makes you a much more powerful writer, though.
Love the blurb.
Cera, I'm so sorry for your loss. And I totally understand the emotional attachment to certain scenes.I grew up with a physically handicapped sister and my heroine in Out of the Darkness suffered survivors guilt. I totally related because I always wondered why it was my sister and not me afflicted with the degenerative, genetic condition, Frederick's Ataxia. My sister died last February. She was only 55, but it was almost a relief. She'd lost the ability to speak coherently but the words trapped in her head wanted desperately to get out.And she could no longer use her computer because she'd lost most of her motor skills. But her loss is still just as painful as I'm sure losing your brother was for you, despite the lack of a close relationship.
God bless!
(((hugs))), Cera...I'm so sorry for your loss...
I'm so sorry about your brother...I remember when it happened. So sad. Hugs.
**hugs** for your loss, Cera. I'm so sorry. Maybe in a way that scene was part of your grieving process.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Sara. That pain probably makes for one incredible scene, though. I've had a few scenes like that. The book is currently with my agent, so it hasn't been published yet, but there was a scene at the end of my last WIP that took a lot out of me. Very emotional and it drug up some stuff I wasn't happy to see again. There's a quote out there somewhere that goes something like, "Writing it easy. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein." I think this is one of those times when that is so true.
Terrific excerpt.
Oh, my goodness, Cera, I don't know how you did it. I did have a scene (in ONE MORE SUMMER) that was an emotional train wreck to write. It was soooo difficult, but I think it made me a better writer.
Thank you for all of your support, everyone!
I think the scene was better for the pain. Joanne, you are so right about that saying. Writing that scene was like opening a vein.
Wow. What a hard scene to write so soon after. That had to be so tough.
I liked the excerpt!
(Hi Vicki!) *waves*
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