Today, I’d like to welcome guest author, SARA TRIMBLE. Her newest novel, “Heart Over Mind” is now available in most digital formats from Smashwords. Take it away Sara …

I am often asked, why did you choose to be a writer? Is it because it’s so easy? Ha. If only those people could live the life of a writer for one day, they’d no longer believe it’s a profession for slackers. Writing is a full time job, which requires long hours and serious dedication. If you’re interested in being a writer because you think you can type a few words then sit back and let the money roll in, then good luck. Writing a full length book is only a small portion of being an author. Once the book is finished with the first stages, you still have to edit.

I know authors, such as myself, who go through at least three revisions of the same book before it’s anywhere near ready to see a publisher’s desk. Once it’s finished with the revision stages, often times you’ll have to write a synopsis and query letter then wait for that to come back before sending the book in for acceptance or rejection. Just because that company asked to see your whole book doesn’t mean they’ll publish it. If they do decide to publish, your job still isn’t over. Now, you have to help market it so you can earn sales. It may take a while before you see any money from this book.

I’ve also heard a lot of people say that once you get one book published, it’s a guarantee that all of your future books will be accepted too. Wrong! Being published may help the next round be easier, but it does not guarantee that you’ll be able to slack off. Being an author is hard work. In the end, you’ll end up having to stay up late, get up early and abandon all thoughts of free time, fun and a clean house to meet those deadlines. Never expect to get rich just because you published. There’s no guarantee that you’ll be a best seller.

As for me, I was aware of all of this before I decided to try my hand at writing. I’ve always been a stay at home mom and needed something to help fend off the boredom of watching Nick Jr., and Barney all day long. I chose to write because it’s something I love to do. I began when I was in the hospital with my son. Five months pregnant and I’d already went into labor due to stress. My doctor ordered me to do something that would relax me.

I tried puzzles, a crossword book, and listening to music. Bored out of my mine, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began writing down a list of things I’d rather be doing at that moment. Soon, that list evolved into what I’d like to achieve in my lifetime. Number one was to be a good mom. Number two was to be a writer. My mom saw this and asked why I didn’t start then.

I will be the first person to say that when I first started writing books, it was horrible. I knew ntohing about avoiding passive voice, how to correctly change point of view without confusing the reader, or avoiding those pesky adverbs. I was still in the phase that when I wanted to get my point across about something, I tacked on three or four different descriptive words. It was a nightmare! It took me five eyars to learn to avoid these pitfalls as well as a writer’s enemy, telling.

The more I learned about how to correctly write a story, the more aggrivated I grew with my work in progress. I would abandon it and start a new one. It wasn’t until my recently published book, “Heart Over Mind” that I decided there would be no more starting a new book. I spent four years in the revision stage with this book, trying to get it up to publsihing standards.

During that time, I became Dr. Frankenstein. I ripped out scenes, whole pages, and moved them, discarded them, or rewrote every word. By the end of the book, my poor story looked like a lyposuction junkie, covered with red lines and scribbles in the margins. I almost became disheartened at working on this anymore and quit for a new novel. But soon, that was finished and I couldn’t come up with another story idea.

I decided what was the point in writing multiple stories if I would never do anything with them. That wasn’t going to make my dream of becoming a published author come true. So, back to revisions I went. Two months later, my work was finished. I submitted, got a rejection, and decided to self publish. Now, I’m just waiting on readers to find my work and enjoy.

BLURB:
A Life, Changed Forever…

NALA ARPAIA gets life-altering news. She has a family, and more than one secret power. Even worse is that she also has a mad man seeking to kill her. Gabriel arrives and promises to protect her. With him around, she may be safe from Broncestan, but her heart is in danger of breaking.

A Man, Determined To Stay Unattached…
Gabriel makes it clear from day one that he’s not interested in a relationship. Despite the fact that sparks fly whenever he and Nala touch, he wants to focus on the one thing that matters to him. His job. It’s too bad that Nala’s determined not to let that happen. And when multiple signs point to their being together as Fate deems right, Gabriel wonders if he’s fighting a losing battle.

The Fate of the World Belongs To Them…
As Broncestan’s attacks get stronger, and more dangerous, Nala finds it more important than ever to experience the kind of relationship she’d always wanted, but never had. Seeing Nala suffer at the hands of a power-hungry Damned soul, Gabriel realizes keeping his distance isn’t working. Soon, they give in to the passion and proclaim their love. Just when things are supposed to work out, things hit rock bottom again.

Will they ever be able to defeat Broncestan and enjoy a relationship together or are they doomed to live their lives alone and miserable?

EXCERPT:
Nala did not feel well all of a sudden. Her stomach tightened and her neck began to tingle. Frightened, she looked at Gabriel. His knuckles were white from clenching the steering wheel.

“Gabriel, what’s going on?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Just sit there and try to stay calm. Keep an eye out for anything that seems strange.”

Nala nodded and began to chew on her lip as she scanned the median on both sides. Everything seemed still and quiet, like the world was holding it’s breath in anticipation. Tall oak and maple trees bracketed both sides of the road, joining in the middle to form a canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. The bright green leaves swayed, causing eerie shadows to dance along the pavement. Gabriel steered through the hills and curves, handling the large vehicle with expert ease. At the top of a rather steep hill, Nala noticed something amiss a few hundred feet ahead of them.

“Gabriel, look in the middle of the road.”

He did not need her outstretched finger to direct him. It would be near impossible not to see the nine, abnormally large deer standing directly in their path. Four of the animals had large antlers with spreads of at least six feet. As they drew closer, Gabriel tapped the brakes to keep from skidding. Nothing happened.

Gabriel applied more pressure and then cursed when the Tahoe did not respond. He could not swerve off the side of the road. Hitting one of the wide tree trunks would be more dangerous than crashing into the animals.

“Nala, brace yourself. We’re going to wreck.”

Sobbing a little, Nala reached out with her right hand and held onto the door handle. Her left hand curled around the armrest attached to her chair. Planting her feet firmly against the floorboard, she pushed her body as far back into the seat as she could get. Then, she clamped her eyes shut and waited.

Gabriel gripped the wheel praying that the animals would move. He tried to think of a magickal spell to get them out of this but nothing came to mind. He heard Nala’s sob and expected to see her panicking. Instead, she sat in her seat, quiet and braced for impact. He might not like how irresistible she was, but he did admire her courage.

Damn it. We’re ten feet away. They have to move. Just as they were about to careen into the horde, the foul smell of evil magick permeated the closed windows. Gabriel did not have time to analyze why the odor was present.

By the Spirits, please let us make it out of this. As the SUV plowed into the animals, they dematerialized into a puff of mist. Gabriel tested the brakes. As his foot pressed the pedal, they began to slow down. Relieved, he held it down until they were at a stop. Then he looked over at Nala, still clenching her chair and door. Reaching out, he gently stroked her hand and pried it from the armrest.

“Nala, it’s okay. We’re fine.”

Scared to believe him, she cracked one eye open. Sighing, she looked around in confusion.

“Where did they go?”

Gabriel shrugged. He was a bit confused too. “I don’t know. They just turned into smoke. I think it was an illusion. Something to frighten us.”

A nervous laugh escaped Nala’s mouth. “Funny. Well, it worked dang well. Can we get going now before any other surprises come our way?”
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Coming soon: Heart Over Mind, paperback edition available on Amazon.

Sara Trimble is new to the world of publishing, though not to writing. She has one published novel, one in the final revisions and a stack of stories ready to work on. When she isn’t writing, Sara spends her time with her three children, wonderful fiance Justyn, spending time with friends, and just enjoying life. You can find her at her website, follow her blog, Tweet her, or Facebook. She loves to hear from her readers so send her an email at saratrimble@saratrimble.com.

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