Gabrielle Bisset on the Hazards of Writing in Public
Thank you D.C. for having me here today. It’s a great pleasure. As an author, I spend a lot of time alone. It’s probably not healthy, but there it is. Having other people around tends to kill the writing mojo, and they invariably want to ask questions I don’t want to answer. I know there are some people who can take their laptop down to the local Starbucks and tap away until they’ve met their word count, but I can’t get a damn thing done in those places.
I tried. Once. Twice. And then I gave up and accepted the fact that whatever I’m doing when I write causes people to be incredibly nosy.
The last time I did the public writing thing (which you’d swear was akin to public nudity with all the attention I received) I got a smattering of bizarre comments and questions from the customers of the local bookstore. Here are a few.
“Hey, I see you’re busy. What are you doing there?” (This person must be a telemarketer or time-share salesman outside of the bookstore. Whatever comes after the first sentence he said is rude. I’m busy should be the last thing he thinks of as he walks on by.)
“What do you write? Romance? Oh, so you write porn.” (I’m a huge fan of this comment since it presupposes so many things, first and foremost that there’s something wrong with porn. Why are we so repressed in the US about sex? WTF! As if watching people have fun is a problem. Do I ever complain about knitting circles, which to some people must be fun but to me looks like a punishment in one of the levels of Dante’s Hell? No. I say, “Knit on, ladies. Whatever makes you happy. I’ll be over here writing a hot love scene. And no it isn’t porn. Porn is a visual thing—a film. I like that too, thank you.” Cue the ambulance to resuscitate the knitting circle.)
“You know, men like you write don’t exist.” (Said with the utmost disgust before she stomped away. I mourn this fact too, frustrated bookstore lady. That’s why I write men like those in my books. It’s why I write scenes where the man, usually an Alpha male so sure of himself he borders on obnoxious, is still so sexually in tune with the woman that she nearly sees the third moon of Jupiter when he brings her to that oh so delicious point of orgasm. I know men like this don’t exist. I’m single and date. But romance novels aren’t supposed to be real life. Check the aisle at the side of the store next to the cookbooks. There you’ll find real life. And no huge cocks or hot men.)
But my favorite had to be this one from a man who sat down uninvited at my table and began to talk to me about what I was writing. When I admitted I write erotic paranormal romance, his exact words were, “Really? Would you like to include me in your story?” (I checked him out thoroughly and found his average height, thinning hair, lack of chin, and beginning pot belly to be less than thrilling. There’s no way in hell my readers want to read about Joe Less Than Ordinary. But you have to give the guy credit. He was working what he had. I just wasn’t interested, not in real life or fiction.)
From that point on, I’ve written alone in my room. I hand write everything, so I can go anywhere in the world without even worrying about where to plug my laptop in, but I stay right there, sitting cross-legged on my bed to write. It’s better that way. And no one is offended when I answer their questions.
My newest book, written entirely in the privacy of my room, is Blood Betrayed, Book #2 in the Sons of Navarus series. Here’s the blurb for a little taste, and yes, Saint is the stuff of fantasies, every gorgeous inch of him.
I am everything forbidden. I am vampire.
Haunted by betrayal, Saint hides in the human world, giving his heart to no one and finding the only solace from his past in the arms of human women. Now as the Archons begin their takeover of the vampire world, this Son of Navarus has been marked for death.
Summoned to defeat the Archons by the world that shunned him, Saint must face his past and Solenne, the woman he loved and lost a century ago, for only in accepting her will his body and soul finally find salvation.
Readers can find the first chapter at my website http://www.gabriellebisset.com/blood-betrayed.html and the book is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks
And to find out more about my writing, including the Sons of Navarus series, find me online at:
Thanks again, D.C. It’s been great!
Thanks for stopping by, Gabrielle. Your book sounds fascinating and I want to do very naughty things with then man on your cover.
I write in coffee shops sometimes but I’ve never been bothered by people. I have a few working theories on this. Either people do not like my withering, “I will kill you before you have time to flinch” stare, I look entirely too boring for a stranger to consider striking up a conversation with me or, and this is the most likely, Canadians just aren’t interested enough in what other people are doing to interrupt them.