Do you prefer quiet or background noise when writing? If background noise, what?
Music is essential. When I’m writing my iTunes is always blasting away. You can find me sitting there dancing and singing in my chair as my fingers fly across the keyboard. I love “Classic” Rock, anything from the 60s through the mid-90s. I also have a taste for the blues and jazz.
What is one thing you wish your readers could understand about the writing process?
It is not glamorous in the slightest. It’s a lot of work and there’s a huge amount of self-doubt that goes into each sentence. For myself, I’m always sitting there saying to myself; man, this really sucks. Then the story is finished and I send it off to my friends for their opinions that’s when I find out it doesn’t suck or at least not as much as I feared.
Seeing more and more authors going the “self-pub’ route. Thoughts?
I love it. Again, it is a ton of hard work to be an Indie Author and to do it right. It’s also very rewarding to be able to have your voice heard rather than receiving standard rejection slips from people who probably didn’t even read your query letter. I have a notebook full of those letters tucked away in my attic. Whenever I feel really down on myself I take them out, look at them, see each is basically the same, and then silently flip them off before I go back to writing.
When did you start writing and what was your inspiration?
In the 4th grade my class received our very first creative writing assignment, back then they called it ‘free writing’. We were to write about a baby bird’s first flight. I put my pencil to my blank sheet of lined paper and was instantly transported to another place. I’d never felt anything like it and I knew in that very instant that I would write for the rest of my life.
When writing, what comes first? The characters or the plot?
The characters, they usually pop up in my head, hold out their hand, introduce themselves to me and tell me we’re going to be working together for a while. As they tell me about themselves the story forms.
Do you find that you write what you love to read? Or a different genre?
I don’t pigeonhole myself into a single genre because that can get boring on my end. It’s like eating spaghetti every day for a year, after a while you’re pretty sick of spaghetti no matter how you love it or how many varieties of pasta you put on your plate. All of my stories have shades of my favorite authors in them; Stephen King, VC Andrews, Judith Rossner, Jacqueline Susan, Harold Robins, and Mary Higgins Clark to name a few.
Do you ever write your own personal fantasies into your books?
To one extent or another, I think that every writer writes what they know or wish for. So, yes, I have personal fantasies and real life events (dramatized and expanded upon, of course) in my stories.
If your characters could come to life and be a real human, which one do you think you would get along with best and which one would drive you crazy first?
Strangely enough the answer is the same to each part of the question; Ares God of War from my OF WAR series. He lives to drive me crazy and knows me better than I know myself. We have a very tumultuous relationship and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
How many times do you read what you wrote and think “where the hell did that come from?!”
More often than I’d like to admit. It’s so easy to get lost in The Zone as I’m flying around following wherever The Muse leads that when I go back over the story I find myself saying; I wrote that? Hey, that’s pretty good!
Do you have to look at the keys when you type?
Nope, in fact my keyboard is so worn the letters are long gone.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
As much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
What are your two favorite 80’s movies?
The Breakfast Club and Stripes along with many others, I’m a child of the 70s and came of age in the 80s so that list is pretty long.
Why are man-hole covers round?
To cover the round manhole without falling in or overlapping the edges.
What are 2 questions you have always wanted to be asked in an interview, but haven’t yet?
After eight years of this I think I’ve been asked nearly every question under the sun except; What’s your favorite color? It’s blue. What’s your favorite sexual position? I’m keeping that one to myself.
Lisa Beth Darling is 49 years-old, lives in her hometown of New London, CT with her husband of 30 years, Roy and is mother to their two daughters. She is the author of more than fifteen novels along with several short stories and non-fiction books. When she’s not writing she likes to garden and is an avid movie buff.
When the Hour is Darkest Love and Faith Can Conquer All.
In the final installment of the Sister Christian Series, the Court has demanded a hearing regarding Hannah’s capacity. Hannah and Nick are falling deeper and deeper in love. Looking forward to a bright future together they begin planning their life together. A shadowy stranger from the past has set his sights on Hannah and her 3.5 million dollar trust fund. Is he really Rick MacNeill, the son Hannah thought died in the terrible fire at Saint Anne’s? Is he someone sinister? The last of the family secrets come to light in this roller coaster ride of suspense, love, betrayal, and faith.
“Oh, what am I doing?” She asked her reflection but it had no answers. “He’s so much better than I am. Just like Rick.”
The woman in the mirror just stared at her with a mixture of fear and bewilderment.
“This is crazy!”
Still her reflection only mimicked her.
Somewhere she heard a voice so real that it made her turn around then throw open the bathroom door to peer into the bedroom and the hallway to the living room.
Love is Crazy, it’s not sane, Hannah, it’s not logical. But it is real.
“Mama?” Hannah whimpered as she gazed into the empty living room, “Mama?” Holding tight to the gold locket around her neck she hurriedly ran her thumb over it. A week before her tenth birthday, she’d been sewing a quilt with her mother and asked her how she’d know when she was in love. Mama had said that love was crazy, it wasn’t sane, it wasn’t logical, but it was real and
You’ll know it when your heart beats faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
Every time she saw Nick or talked to him on the phone, even when she sent him emails on her vacation and then waited for his reply, her heart beat so rapidly she thought it would burst in her chest. That was at least as fast as hummingbird’s wings. “I think I love him, Mama,” she whispered to no one, “how do I know if he loves me?”
To that, there was no ghostly answer as it wasn’t a topic they’d discussed that day as they sat quilting outside, under the big oak tree, in the bright sunshine.