Hi Susan, welcome to the Snarkology!
Please tell us what your
writing space looks like?
I started
writing in the upstairs guest bedroom. I had a computer desk and a nice window
where I could stand whenever I hit a snag and watch the birds or squirrels. I
wrote three novels in that room and I still love it, but it is a guest room and sometime I did have
guests.
I now write in
the living room. A room seldom entered in the first thirty years I lived in
this house.
It’s a
beautiful room with tall windows and French doors. I can look out into the back
yard at any time and the room is filled with sunlight most days. My computer
sits on a desk I inherited from my mother and has family photos wherever I
look.
I’ve attached
a photo which fortunately doesn’t show the floor where I’ve hidden all the
books, papers, notes, pens, and extra glasses while I took this picture.
There’s one
other thing that is always near me when I write: my dog. She stays by my side
and reminds me that I need to get up and move around occasionally, and if I
want to give her a treat or let her out for a few minutes, that’s okay, too.
How long have
you been writing?
I’m starting
into my sixth year of serious writing. I’ve always been a prolific reader. A
man once told me in awe, “My wife probably reads a book a month.”
I looked him
in the eyes and said, “I generally read a book or two a week.” I think he was
too flabbergasted to answer.
I tried to
write my first book when I was eleven, but I had a new bike, and the sun was
shining, and that effort was doomed to failure. I didn’t start again until I
was in my sixties, proving it’s never too late to do what you love.
What inspired
your current book?
Detective
Ruben Marquez was the hero’s partner and a secondary character in my first book
The Secrets on Forest Bend. People
kept asking me for his story, but writing in a male point-of-view is tough for
a woman and writing a six foot eight Hispanic man seemed too much. I didn’t
want to do it if I couldn’t do it right.
One Saturday,
my local RWA chapter had a speaker from Homeland Security. He talked about
smuggling along the Texas/Mexico border and mentioned that many of the
smugglers are highly superstitious and often hire a psychic to advise them of
the best time to start their run.
I already knew
that many psychics are witches and I wondered what Ruben’s mother, Mamacita,
would think of a witch setting up shop next door. I loved the thought of the
murder victim being a psychic and Ruben declaring, “Not a very good one if she
didn’t see this coming.”
Bingo, The Witch on Twisted Oak was born.
Please tell us
about your current work in progress.
I just
finished and am working on edits for the third book in the series, Voodoo on Bayou Lafonet. Remy Steinberg,
another cop in Ruben’s squad, is half Jewish and half Cajun. He returns to
Louisiana in search of his kidnapped daughter. While there he must face the
only two things in the world that frighten him: the swamp and the ex-wife he
never stopped loving.
The first
chapter of Voodoo on Bayou Lafonte can
be found in the back of The Witch on
Twisted Oak.
How do you
come up with your book titles?
I sweat
bullets, shout curses and pound my head on my keyboard. I’m only half kidding
here.
I’ve had a
couple of books that I knew the title before I wrote the first word, But that’s
not usually the case. The Secrets on
Forest Bend went through multiple name changes before I finished. After
that the next book in the series, The
Witch on Twisted Oak, had to have a title that complimented the first one.
The third book is Voodoo on Bayou Lafonte.
I wanted to start the title with ‘The,’ but that just didn’t fit. The titles,
(and the covers,) should show they belong together. That’s the plan, anyway.
Do you write
with music going in the background? What are some of your favorite types/bands?
I don’t write
with music, and my house is usually very quiet unless the dog tries to remind
me she hasn’t been out lately. However, yesterday I was in Target and bought
two CDs, the first I’ve bought in a couple of years. I bought one by Phillip
Phillips, and one by Mumford and Sons. I think they have a similar sound, so
that must be the type of music I like. I played the first one in the car today,
VERY LOUD, and sang along with it. Just be glad you weren’t in the car. No,
seriously, I mean that.
If you were
stranded on a desert island, what three modern conveniences would you take with
you?
A boat with a
motor and a GPS? Not fair? Okay, toilet paper. I was in Venezuela recently
while they were having a toilet paper shortage and it doesn’t take long to
appreciate that stuff.
Quick quiz:
·
Favorite
food? Anything sweet
·
Favorite
color? Blue or green
·
Favorite
animal? Dog. Hey, I have one sitting in my lap now. What did you expect me to
say?
·
Biggest
pet peeve? Inconsiderate people
·
Dream
car? I’m driving it, a Jaguar. It’s six years old, but I still love it.
Book
blurb:
A powerful psychic is brutally murdered. Secrets are
revealed. An old enemy is out for revenge.
Detective Ruben Marquez is thrust back into his childhood memories
when he investigates a gruesome murder that occurs only feet from his mother's
home. Is the killer somehow connected to his own past? Is the beautiful, mysterious daughter of the
victim someone he can trust? Or is her
revelation that she’s a witch a sign he should stay clear. But how can he, when it appears she’s next on
the murderer’s to-do list.
In the ultimate test of courage, he uses himself as bait to
protect all he holds dear . . . his family, his career, and the Witch on
Twisted Oak.
Excerpt:
Ruben’s desk looked just as it had when he left on Friday. No little elves had come in and cleared it for him.“Morning, partner. You look like shit.” Adam gazed at him over the rim of his coffee mug.“Thanks. You look like sunshine yourself.” Actually, Adam did look pretty good. Smiling. Who smiled at 8:00 on Monday morning? Someone who’d had a better weekend than he had.“Ready to go catch us a bad guy?”“Couldn’t happen too soon for me. Someone broke into Tessa Reyna’s house on Saturday. I’ve had her stashed at my cabin all weekend.”Adam’s eyebrows rose. “Was she hurt? Any idea who did it?”“No, and no. Not unless I have a report hidden here somewhere about fingerprints.” Ruben shuffled through his in box. Nothing.He glanced at Adam. “I’ll call Tessa and make sure she’s okay before we head out to question Jacinto.”“She’s a witness, Ruben.” Adam sat his mug down and stared at him.Wow, he must be serious. He let go of his coffee. “I know exactly what she is and I don’t need a Romeo, even a reformed Romeo, to remind me.” I also know what she thinks she is; a witch with magical powers.
AUTHOR
BIO:
For those of you who don’t
know me, I’m a fourth generation Texan and I attended Stephen F. Austin State
University where I majored in Business Administration, but took creative
writing classes on the side because that’s where my heart was.
I have always loved reading
and if it’s true that God doesn’t subtract the hours you spend reading from
your life span, then I should pass the century mark with flying colors. I first
tried my hand at writing when I was eleven, but the sun was shining and I had a
new bike so that effort was doomed to failure.
I didn’t try writing again
until I was well into my sixties. People ask me why I took it up then and my
answer is simple, because my husband retired. If you don’t understand, just
wait, you will.
My first novel, The Secrets on Forest Bend, won several
awards. After that, I was hooked.
I’ve been blessed with two
great kids and four grandkids. My late husband and I loved to travel and we saw
much of the world. Kenya, New Zealand, and the Galapagos Islands are a few of
my favorite places. After he passed, I thought my traveling days were over, yet
I’ve since been to Argentina, Brazil, and Venezuela.
Learn more about Susan C. Muller:
Website
Facebook:
Susan C. Muller, Author, or Susan Muller
Twitter:
@SusanCMuller
Hi Susan,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting with us today. It's wonderful to have the opportunity to learn about your story. :-)