Monday, December 16, 2013

Meet Suzie Carr

Hello everyone and how are you doing today?  Today I'm featuring Suzie Carr as she discusses her novel, The Muse.






"I opened Twitter.  Eva teased me with her mysterious force, luring me back into this land of flirts." 








What is The Muse about?
The Muse is a lesbian romance novel where we meet Jane Knoll, a twenty-nine year-old who has never experienced her first kiss. Bullied as a teenager, she lives life under a veil of insecurity and loneliness. Her social life consists of television reruns and a weekly laundry night with her neighbor, Larry. Then, hope rises when Jane starts following her beautiful, magnetic co-worker Eva on Twitter. Under the protective disguise of an alter ego, Jane experiences the joy of flirting and the rush of euphoria. Eva and Jane quickly launch into an online love affair that brings out the best in Jane. Behind the safety of her laptop screen, she becomes confident and empowered with purpose and talent. But face-to-face, Jane is nothing more than Eva’s nondescript, clumsy co-worker—a social catastrophe. For the first time in her life, Jane has discovered true bliss—happiness in love, newfound success in a writing career, and the chance to make a difference in the world. But can she live the rest of her life as an alter ego? Is she brave enough to reveal her true identity and risk squandering it all? The Muse takes readers on a twisting, dramatic tale in search of answering these questions.



What traits were you looking for when you were creating the main character for this story?
I knew that to tell this story correctly and to keep the reader wanting to turn the pages, Jane needed to be someone readers wanted to get to know. Despite her past being full of pain, Jane tells her story with humor and grace. Jane is full of mystery and wit. She’s sarcastic and lovable. These traits were essential in rounding her off to be a character worthy of the lead role.



Where do you get your inspiration to write?
I draw inspiration from many people. When I set out to write a novel, I do so with the goal to bring awareness to a universal issue whether that be bullying, animal welfare, facing fears, coming of age, infidelity, etc. I research the issues, and am inspired and touched by the stories I hear. People I’ve interviewed for these stories, as well as the people who have been affected by such issues and who I’ve never met, are my inspiration. I have a mission statement I created that keeps me going in the face of adversity, and it goes like this: As long as I encourage, inspire and enrich at least one individual with each story I write, then I will stay committed to this unique and exciting path I’m fortunate enough to be on.



What do you want your readers to know about your work as a writer? 
I love to interact with readers. I enjoy hearing feedback. It helps me grow as a writer. It helps me serve readers better. If I could make a wish, it would be to have an ongoing dialogue with my readers about the themes, characters, and general ideas in my books the way I see so many other readers doing with other authors. I would love to hear from my readers on how the characters in my books have touched them, taught them, and inspired them to make a change, take an action, or expand their minds on topics and issues that affect society.

I also want to let readers know that I have a free Writer’s Insights Video Series for aspiring writers. They can access this via: wwwAuthorInsightsbySuzie.com





What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I’m an exercise junkie. I work out 6 days a week. I am a Beachbody coach and love talking fitness, nutrition, and healthy living with my team. I also spend a lot of time with my Boxers, Sunshine and Bumblebee. Additionally, I’ve set up a home recording studio, and have been recording my first audio book Inner Secrets every morning. I hope to have it ready for listening in April.


What type of music do you like to listen to when you are writing?
I listen to Baroque. That’s it. I can’t listen to anything with words, as it would mess with my creativity. Baroque has been studied, and it has been shown to aid in study and creativity. I believe it works!



What has been your favorite part of being an author?  The least fave?

My favorite part:
Learning about the world through my characters. They teach me so much! It’s a wild feeling when a character takes over a story. She often leads me down paths I never would have ventured on my own, causing me to research deeper. This opens my mind to things I didn’t even know were happening in the world.

My least favorite part:
Getting into the tough emotions of my characters. My heart doesn’t always want to go deep into the psyche of my characters, but it’s necessary.  



What has been the strangest thing a reader has asked you?
To write a story about a novelist who falls in love with a reader on twitter. ;)  



Where would you go for your dream vacation?  Would you ever use that location as the main location in a future story?
I dream of taking a trip to South America. I want to go in and get involved in something important, like helping a community build something, or teaching English to a classroom of children. I’d like to live with a host family, eat the food of their culture, and experience real life outside the comforts of home. Soon…. Very soon I will be traveling and doing just that.

One of the biggest benefits to such a trip, in addition to the enriching experience, would be to have a rich setting for a future novel. 



What is in the works next for you? 
I’m writing the sequel to Tangerine Twist.  It’s titled Picture Perfect, and it’s due out in the first half of 2014.

Here’s a little teaser: We first met folk musician, Becca James, and her girlfriend, Kelly Copeland, in Tangerine Twist. Back then, fame played its tricky hand on their relationship, and now, several years later, they are back facing a new set of temptations.



This sounds like a book I definitely want to check out.  In the meanwhile here's an excerpt from The Muse:

I was washing my hands when in walked a tall, dark haired woman wearing a smart, fitted dress and a smile. She reminded me of someone who would’ve grown up in middle-to-upper class America, living in a mini-mansion in a bedroom swaddled in everything pretty and pink, followed by a trail of pretty girls who spent their time laughing at girls like me, girls who shied away from anyone who could damage their already damaged lives. She passed by and stopped right before entering a stall.

“I feel really silly asking this,” she said in a low, raspy voice, “but can you tell there’s something kind of strange about my outfit?” She rested her hand on her curvy hip and posed like a runway model
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I stopped lathering soap in my hands, biting down hard on the derisive words that, had I been a braver woman, would’ve knocked her down a few notches from her pretty little perch. I knew her type too well – entitled to stares and dropped jaws. Rather than attempt it, I scanned her taupe dress, her bare calves, and her sandaled feet, like a fearful bird pecking crumbs in the wake of hasty tourists. I turned back to the sink, to the safety of the running water and shrugged. “Looks fine,” I mumbled.

“So, you didn’t notice my mistake?”

I looked back up at her reflection in the mirror, skirting around her penetrating eyes, her dark, wavy hair resting at her breasts, and her exotic features. I shook my head.
In my peripheral, I saw her nod with gracious appeal. She turned and entered the stall.

“Okay then. All is good.”

I continued washing my hands while checking out her slender ankles and the way her sandals cradled her feet so delicately. Her crimson toenails sparkled and the strings of her sandals flirted with her soft, smooth, creamy skin. I grazed from one pretty sandal to the other and that’s when I noticed her mishap. She wore one dark blue sandal and one black one.

An imperfect beauty.

My heart twirled as I shut off the water. I tore off the paper towel and hid my giggle until I passed well out of earshot of the woman wearing two different colored shoes. The joy of such a discovery saddled me in giddiness.

Eva Handel was her name. I guessed her to be part Chinese, part white. When she entered the meeting room minutes later, my breath hitched. She moved through the air as gentle as wind swept through a field of wild flowers, delicate, yielding, and breezy.

When she took to the podium, she sprinkled us in smiles and good wishes for a successful second quarter. Her eyes sparkled under the golden overheads, and they waltzed from one person to the next, connecting us in her sweet lullaby. Her golden cheeks glistened, her dark hair cascaded like pretty ivy around her shoulders, and her inflection pitched in just the right places. Her sandals stood out to me like a well-wrapped gift, offering me a most impeccable view of a most flawless mishap.

She spoke with eloquence and grace, undeterred by her mismatched sandals and the three-hundred-plus people who sat staring at her. She joked about her bumpy motorcycle ride down the New Jersey Turnpike from the city and about how excited she was that her bike came complete with a small hatch so she could pack her running shoes and her sandals. Even from the back row of the room I caught the gleam of humor in her eye as she balanced her secret like a well-trained model balanced a book on her head. She danced around her secret, playing with it, placing it out in front for all to see. A magician with an invisible wand.

A hot biker chick with a knack for humor.

Eva Handel could carry a crowd with ease. Where luck failed, she used wit to pull her through. She said how excited she was to be part of our team and eager to learn from each of us how she could take live events to a whole new level. She discussed future plans to initiate a series of public service announcements geared at piquing the interest of the youth into setting exercise into their daily habits. She opened her arms wider and talked with her hands as she climbed the rudders of joy. She loved camerawork and she couldn’t wait to get started on these short clips.

When she finished her speech, she sat back down on the stage next to a bald guy wearing a bright orange shirt and blue tie. She smiled and joked around with this guy who gazed into her eyes and swayed into her. The two chummed-up in private musings leaving the rest of us to guess what playful secrets they were sharing. For the remainder of the speeches, I couldn’t help but stare at her from the safety of my back row seat. I enjoyed the soft way her lips curled up into a smile whenever someone referenced her and the subtle sexiness of her ankles as she crossed them over each other time and again, a movement so unobvious to onlookers yet so intense to me. At one point, I looked up from her mismatched sandals and up to her eyes. She caught me and offered me a knowing smile. I flushed and sank lower in my seat, surprised by the flutters and my racing heart. I circled my gaze around the room, my head in a halo of joy, wondering if anyone else noticed that the most beautiful girl in the room just smiled at me.

Yes, she smiled at me.




I want to thank Suzie for coming in to chat today.   Before you go check out her links:



Her website is: www.curveswelcome.com. Visitors can access a listing to her books, reviews, blog posts, free writing video series, and interviews from here.


Her twitter page is: www.twitter.com/girl_novelist

She encourages visitors to sign up to the myCurves community to received updates and blog posts. It’s free! 








I'll see you all next week with Kim Flowers as she discusses her novel, The Divided: Book 1 Uprising.    Stay tuned.  This book is another gem.


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