Showing posts with label Natalie Wright. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalie Wright. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

H.A.L.F. The Deep Beneath Blog Tour: Interview with Natalie Wright PLUS Giveaway



Happy Tuesday! Today, we are joined by Natalie Write, author of H.A.L.F. Let's get to know all about Natalie and her book, and be sure to enter the rafflecopter at the end of the post for your chance at winning a cool prize.

Hi, Natalie! Welcome to We Do Write. Tell us a bit about yourself.  
My day-to-day life in the “real” world is like vanilla ice cream. It’s delicious and easily palatable but not exactly exciting!
I’ve been happily married to the same man for twenty-seven years, we have a tween daughter (seventh grade), and two cats. I live in the suburbs, take my daughter to school, help her with homework, cook dinner and do laundry. I run errands on the weekend and go to the movies for entertainment. It’s completely ordinary.
But that only describes my “outer” life in the “real” world. In fact, I spend most of my days living in a world where a teenage girl with magical abilities can kick the ass of a black hole (Emily’s House); where an alien-human hybrid walks the Arizona desert; and where the shadow government is very real. I spend most of my waking hours creating worlds that I hope seem so real to readers that they begin to question if I know something they don’t!


Tell our readers a bit about H.A.L.F.
H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath is a young adult/adult science fiction story. H.A.L.F. 9 is seventeen and he’s lived his whole life in a secret, underground lab but he has just escaped into the Arizona desert. Coincidentally, Erika Holt and two of her friends are in the desert that night as well. When they cross paths, they all begin a journey that will change their lives forever.
The H.A.L.F. series will appeal to people who enjoy shows like The X-Files, Roswell, Ancient Aliens or anything with an alien theme. Government conspiracies and black ops. Alien-human hybrids and genetic engineering. It’s at times eerie, other times humorous, always adventurous.
How did the idea of the story come to you?
I first conceived of the idea back in 2010. I was driving around my hometown (Tucson, AZ), running errands. It was summer. A very hot day (like in the 100’s hot!). I was driving home and this song, “Cowboys & Aliens” by Gram Rabbit came on. I had a view down across the desert valley, out to the mountains to the south near Mexico. And the big picture storyline came to my mind. I got home and wrote pages and pages of an outline of the story that would become, five years later (!!), H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath.


Are you a plotter or a pantser?
Both. I use the “Snowflake” method to help me plan the plot and use various tools to develop characters before I begin the first draft. This process of planning/researching/interviewing characters, etc. may take a month or more. I try to think out the major scenes of the book and write them down on scene cards. The book I’m working on right now, The Makers (Book 2 of H.A.L.F.), is told in multiple POVs so the cards help me see what’s going on in each storyline and where they’ll all coalesce into one through line.
The pantsing comes in while actually writing. I’ve done all this planning and thinking, but when it comes down to it and I’m in the zone, anything can happen! I go with it. The end result is always so much better than I’d originally planned.

What’s the hardest part of writing for you?
Starting. I’m now writing my fifth novel and it is every bit as hard to begin as each one prior. Maybe even more difficult because I now have higher expectations for myself.
The blank screen never gets less intimidating. Each time I write a first draft, I have to summon my courage and talk myself out of giving up.

What do you absolutely have to have nearby when writing?
A cat. :-) And coffee. Lots of coffee. Oh, and music. I absolutely have to have my headphones on and I listen to ambient, electronic, meditation or brainwave stuff.

If you could have any super power, what would it be?
To be able to fly. I would love to be able to defy gravity. I envy birds that ability.

What's the weirdest thing you've googled?
Oh, I’ve googled lots of weird things! Probably the strangest one so far was when I researched what drug someone might use to put a pregnant woman to sleep during childbirth. This was necessary for the Prologue to H.A.L.F.: The Deep Beneath. And since doctors don’t do that anymore, I had to dig a bit to find something that would work.

Finish this sentence: If I'm not writing, I'm probably ... 
reading about alien conspiracy theories. ;-)

Here’s the part where you thank the people who are supporting you. Let's hear your shout outs.
Thank you for the opportunity to give thanks. I’m very grateful to the ladies at Red Adept editing for their content editing services. Great work at a reasonable price. I love them! And thank you to Pauline Nolet for eagle-eyed line editing; to Jason Anderson for perfection in digital formatting; and to Dane at eBook Launch for great cover work on H.A.L.F.
But I’d never have a manuscript to edit without the love and support of my husband, daughter and my oldest sister. The three of them provide such encouragement and at times tough love (if that’s what’s necessary to get me back into keyboard monkey mode). And thank you to my writer pal Bridget Magee. She is a great cheerleader and the one in my life that totally gets the issues I deal with in my life as a writer and mom. And I’m very grateful for my Writer’s Table group. We get together every Tuesday and write for two hours. That’s it. Just writing. But the synergy of the creative energy of these women always ends up being the most productive two hours of my week. And they are gracious, lovely women.

Thanks so much for chatting with us, Natalie. And thanks for stopping by the blog!

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Monday, 10 March 2014

Blog Tour Excerpt PLUS Giveaway: Emily's Heart by Natalie Wright @nataliewright_ @NereydaG1003


Hope you all enjoyed your weekend. To those in the states, I hope you're adapting to the time change. Here in Europe, we skip ahead at the end of the month. To help ease your transition, let's check out author Natalie Wright's book, EMILY'S HEART, as part of the Emily's Heart Blog Tour.

Emily's Heart
Release Date: 11/26/13


The long-awaited final book in this popular magickal, action-packed teen series! Seventeen-year-old Emily Adams unintentionally unleashed a shadow god's dark energy power into the world and started an Apocalypse. But Emily is also the only one that can end the dark god's reign. Though the powerful faerie magic of the golden torc is still coiled around her arm, self-doubt threatens to undo her.


Emily wants nothing more than to feel the soft kiss of her one true love, but he won't even speak to her. Her first crush is still quite dead and her best friend remains a prisoner in the dark god's house of nightmares. A growing legion of black-eyed shadow people, devoid of conscience, roam the streets. Emily needs help now more than ever, but redemption seems far off indeed as she faces the expanding darkness alone. Emily will need an army of her own if she is to save the world from being taken over by pure evil.

But will a small band of Lucent geeks and freaks be enough to send the dark god packing? Amidst chaos and ruin, will love blossom in Emily's Heart?



Excerpt

We had a few minutes until class – or longer if our prof never showed up. We were shootin’ the shit about sports when I felt my phone, tucked inside my bag, wedged between the pages of my notebook, vibrate.
I dug the phone out and checked the caller ID. ‘Gabriella Hoffman.’ I didn’t know any Gabriella. But Hoffman. Could it be?
“You going to answer that?” Tristan asked.
“I’m not sure who it is.”
“They can’t beat you up over the phone, man. Answer it.”
I hesitated another second, but when it rang again, I hit the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Jake?”
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“It’s Greta.”
Silence.
“Greta Hoffman.”
Hearing that name was like a punch in my gut. I was suddenly clammy, and my stomach seized into a knot.
“Jake, are you there?”
I tried to respond, to tell her ‘yeah, I’m here’, but my mouth was full of cotton. I hadn’t seen Greta for almost a year. The last time I saw her, she was walking down that hill in the cemetery, going her way, and I went mine. None of what happened was Greta’s fault, but she’d been there. She was a part of the nightmare I’d tried so hard to forget. When I heard her voice, it was like a rush of horrific images flooded my mind. It made me want to puke out my French toast.
“Jake?”
I finally managed to squeak out, “I’m here.”
“Phew, I thought you’d fainted or something for a minute there. I’m glad you picked up. I need to talk to you.”
“Why? You haven’t ever needed to talk to me, Greta. Not BA, and not for the past year.”
“I think it’s pretty obvious why.”
“No. No, it’s not obvious.”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s a friggin’ Apocalypse going on out there. That’s why.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” I touched my still-sore ribs, all the reminder I needed. I doubted perfect, pretty, rich and mighty Greta Hoffman had a set of broken bones or bruises to match mine.
“Well? Don’t you want to do something about it?”
“I’m pretty busy trying to stay alive. Besides, why are you calling me? I’d suggest you contact the redhead with the magic arm bracelet.”
“I have talked to her.”
She had talked to Emily? Greta Hoffman had voluntarily talked to Emily Adams? That was even more improbable than the God of Dark Energy taking over our planet. It made me instantly nervous.
“And?”
“And she has agreed to join with me to recruit people to fight the Dark Energy followers.”
Silence.
“Jake? You still there?”
“Yup. Let me get this straight. You and the witch want to create some little band of light knights or something?”
“Ooh, I like that. Light Knights! Or maybe Lucent Knights. What do you think?”
“I think you’re nuts.”
I looked over at Tristan and mimed a ‘she’s crazy’ motion with my hand around my head. He smiled at me and went back to whatever it was he was doing with his phone.
“Why am I nuts for wanting to fight back?”
“Haven’t you noticed that you can’t fight against this darkness? Oh, you probably haven’t noticed anything. Your daddy probably has a driver take you to school and pick you up and shelter you from all the shit going down.”
“How dare you! You don’t know anything about what I’ve gone through. I was there, or have you forgotten that?”
“I’ve tried to forget it all, but so far haven’t been able to expunge you and her and the whole damned circus from my mind. Well, Miss Hoffman, because you were there, you’ll remember that Ciardha single-handedly took down a Goddess with nearly infinite power. So I’m thinking you, me and the redheaded witch don’t stand much of a chance.”
“So you’ve given up? I always thought you were a nerd, but I never thought you were a loser.”
“Loser. That the best you can come up with?”
That one did sort of sting, though. Was Greta right? Had I become a loser?
“Childish.”
“Whatever. Look, class is getting ready to start, so I’ve gotta go. So fabulous catching up with you Miss Hoffman. Take care of yourself.”
“Jake – wait! Don’t hang up yet.”
Desperation in her voice. Interesting.
“What, Greta?”
“Before you say no, just come meet with me. One time. Meet with me and hear me out, then you can say no and good-bye and never have to see me or talk to me again. I swear if you meet with me one time and say no, I’ll never hound you again.”
“And if I don’t meet with you?”
“I’ll be like wet toilet paper stuck to your shoe.”
Lovely thought. I knew Greta. She was totally capable of being wet toilet paper stuck to my shoe.
“Okay, fine. I’ll see you. Once.”
“Great. You name the time and place.”
“My last class is over at 3:00, and I have to be at work by six. So meet me here, Wheaton Community College, room 21-A at 3:15. I don’t have much time, so don’t be late.”
“I’ll be there.”
I pushed the red ‘End Call’ button with relief that it was over. For now.
“What was that all about?” Tristan asked.
“Old business.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “You need my help?”
“Nah, not yet anyway.”
“You need me, holler.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. He put his hand out, and we fist bumped.
It was just a meeting with Greta. I was pretty sure I could handle that. I’d meet with her, tell her to hit the pavement, then get back to my routine of avoiding human contact like it was the plague, ’cause it pretty much was.

Author Bio:


Natalie is the author of The Akasha Chronicles, a young adult paranormal fantasy trilogy. When not writing, blogging, Facebooking, Tweeting, Wattpadding or eating chocolate, Natalie nurtures her young daughter, plays with her two young cats, and feeds her dog too many treats.


Natalie enjoys walking in the high desert, snorkeling in warm waters, travel, and excellent food shared with family and friends. She was raised an Ohio farm girl, now lives in the desert Southwest, and dreams of living in a big city high rise.


Natalie enjoys chatting with readers, so stop by and say hi:




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