... Nadine Christian
1. Tell me about your book REMEMBERING LOVE and where you got your inspiration for it?
The blurb is below, but basically, I wanted to write a romance based on Pitcairn Island, where I live. Inspiration comes from the already romanticised view of our island, and I just wanted to take a fresh look at romance here – instead of being known just for the mutineers that took the HMAV Bounty over 200 years ago.
2. Who has had the most influence in your life? What lessons did this person teach you?
My family – especially my children. They’ve taught me that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade! Never to give up – and that I’m always loved, even on a bad day.
3. Do you have a writing process? If so describe it.
It’s not structured. I usually sit down with an idea and write… never knowing specifically how the book will end or even shift through the middle. The current work in progress I dreamt about. I had to just get up and write down the ideas – and I’ve never done that before.
4. What is usually your first thought in the morning?
5. Are you mostly a clean or messy person?
Tidy – until you open up my cupboards and find out where I stashed the mess.
6. If someone came up to you and wanted to tell you about an idea or a book they were writing, what would you do? Or what advice would you give?
I would support them. But. I’d also say – even if they were the greatest writer in history – to get a support/critique group. They’re golden for a writer.
7. How would you describe yourself in three words?
Mother, wife, author.
8. How do you react to a bad interview of one of your books?
Ask myself if I was not clear enough, or didn’t supply the right information. If I feel I gave it my best then so be it. Not everybody will like you – or the books you write. You can’t let a bad interview or review kick you where it hurts. Just get on to the next one.
9. Would you rather write for children or adults?
Both. I write Romance for adults and have three YA novels with my agent looking for homes.
10. Have you ever killed someone in a novel and regretted it later?
Killed someone – yes. Regretted it? Kinda. He was a nice old fella – but he needed to go! J
11. What are books for?
Relaxation, learning, relaxation!
12. How do you overcome writers block?
Keep writing. Make a character do something so whacked out, have a sweet character kill someone, a horrible character do something loving… then go back and try again.
13. What three things would you save from a fire at your house? (assume that all your family get out safe.)
My computer, Kindle and passports.
REMEMBERING LOVE – When her beloved foster parents pass away, Holly discovers a past both shocking and heart-breaking. The murder/suicide of her biological parents, on the South Pacific Island of Pitcairn. Famous for the HMAV Bounty mutineers. Traveling to a home she does not remember, Holly reconnects with a long lost childhood friend – Jack. An old friendship quickly becomes more… until a dark secret is uncovered. Will joyous love remember become heartbreak? Cans she find out the truth before someone else is hurt?
Holly let the heavy suitcases fall out of her hands and land with a double thud on the paved driveway. She turned her heart shaped face to the sun, closing her eyes tight against the glare, enjoying the heat on her face. She rolled her head and then her shoulders, rotating her arms; they felt as if they were nearly pulled from their sockets.
Gazing down at her hands she sighed. Being slender with a build not used to carrying heavy loads, the weight of the cases handles had left bright red welts in her palms. She rubbed her hands together like a miser gloating over a pile of money, trying to get feeling back into unfeeling fingers.
Shaking the last of the numbness out of her hands she stood placing them on her slim hips and looked up at the old clapboard house. In the bright morning sunlight its gabled roof and wooden exterior appeared haggard and tired. The place screamed desperately for a coat of paint and some good old fashioned elbow grease—or alternatively a wrecking ball.
She smiled wearily; the house looked like she felt—exhausted.