Deanna Wadsworth is someone that thrives on her interaction with people. If she were to win the lottery tomorrow, she would probably still go to work the day after. I envy that. Me, I’d take my trusty camera and lose myself in country after country, city after city.
Here is Deanna to talk about what being a “people person” means to her and why it is such a crucial part of her writing.
Watering Your Creativity
When I was invited to be a spotlight author by Mantastic on week 15 of the GayRomLit authors, I was at a loss as to what I could write about. Should I blab on about myself? Should I pimp my books? Should I dance a jig post it on Youtube and talk about that.
Well, I was out watering my garden contemplating potential topics. I have a big veggie garden, tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, spinach, eggplant, green beans, jalapeno, green, and banana peppers, and other crap I cannot remember right now. I also have the basic landscaping most folks have. We have had a very hot and dry Ohio summer this year so I am out watering quite a bit. I shudder to think what my water bill will be.
What do I do to water my story ideas?
Of course, I would love nothing than to give up my day job and write full time, even if I ever have that luxury, I would still need to crawl out of my writing cave and touch the real world, talk to people. Any of you in attendance at GayRomLit this year will see that I looooove to talk. I love people. I love having fun with people.
I know this about myself and even when I take a week off the day job and devote a week to writing, I find I become very productive but then I get brain fried. For me going out and chatting and calling a friend or sitting in my bar in the basement with my hubby give me the human contact that waters my creativity. I cannot tell you how many times I am stuck in a plot hole and after a good laugh with my fave bartender at a local restaurant we like, “I’m having a Socrates-running-down-the-streets-naked-yelling-Eureka!-moment.” Not the naked part—well not usually lol— but you get the idea.
I need to go out and visit and see the real world. Facebook and email are fine but I love nothing more than human discourse. I find it fun and refreshing. Just like my veggies find the water from my garden hose refreshing and stimulating after a long hot day slaving to grow under the obstacles of heat and drought.
Hopefully in the end, I will have some great pages written and one day they will see publication and people will enjoy them as much as I did penning them. Just like I hope all this watering will give me beautiful fruits throughout the summer and fall in my garden, too.
What about you? What do you find sparks your creativity and refreshes your creative mind? I would love to hear from you!
One lucky commenter will win an e-copy on any of my books. Below I have an excerpt of my latest book ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL
Thank, Mantastic for having me.
I look forward to meeting all of you in New Mexico…..look me up, I’ll be at the bar!
Bestselling erotica author Deanna Wadsworth leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her hubby of 15 years and three demanding little dogs. She has a fascination with the exotic and taboo but her love of love in all its stages and incarnations motivate her to write Romance with Spice and Love without Boundaries.
A 1Night Stand Story
Martin Baird is perfectly content in his safe, predictable job as head concierge for Castillo Resorts, but when a handsome stranger whisks him away for a night of tropical escapades—first visiting an isolated gay bar then to a secluded beach where erotic delights await—Martin’s world is thrown upside down. He’s never met a man like Garret Fisher, but it seems he has been waiting for a night like this all his life.
Could something truly beautiful come out of this accidental meeting? Or was it really not an accident at all?
“Nice to meet you, Marty.”
Martin should correct him—he hated being called Marty—but Garret had not let go, his playful gaze rendering him unable to assert himself. He swallowed hard, envisioning those palms running over his body with deep appreciation, stroking his budding erection, caressing his ass, parting him…spanking him?
He dropped Garret’s hand at once, cheeks reddening.
Grinning, Garret returned to making the drink, his cocky demeanor a solid indicator he knew where Martin’s thoughts had wandered.
Damn Jagger for putting those ideas into his head—and awakening ones he’d not entertained in a long time.
Then again, maybe Garret Fischer held all the blame.
When Garret presented the cocktail—an illicit-looking, frothy, white concoction which again had Martin’s mind going to places it shouldn’t—he placed both arms wide on the bar, waiting for a reaction.
“Slainte.” Martin raised the drink to his lips, and the creamy, sweet beverage went down smooth. The alcohol warmed his blood but the intense way Garret studied him brought him to a full boil.
He placed the glass down, hand shaking. “Quite good. Not too sweet, either.”
“Glad you like it, Marty.” Garret leaned forward. “Here. You have something….”
Before Martin saw it coming, a masculine thumb brushed across his lower lip.
A visceral reaction shot molten fire through his center and he gasped. When Garret slipped that thumb between supple lips to suck away any residue of alcohol, Martin swore his cock grew two inches.
Garret pulled his thumb out of his mouth ever so slowly, purposefully. His green eyes, full of wicked promise behind those glasses, never left Martin’s. “Delicious.”
Deanna is offering up an e-book from her backlist. To enter, comment below regarding Deanna’s question posted above. Open until Friday, July 6th at 11:50 pm (PST)