And there’s far more to Rostovich than just his art — he’s involved in a strange, violent criminal underworld that kidnaps Nancy and spirits her halfway around the world, where she’s held prisoner and made to serve as private Dominant-for-hire somewhere in the former Soviet Union. Will the sexual powers Rostovich helped awaken in her be Nancy’s only hope for escape?
Inside the Mind of the Author
I write full-time. Most of my day is occupied with conducting interviews and meeting article deadlines, but I also try to fit some fiction-writing, blogging, and novel promotion in whenever I have a free minute. I also have two young children (I’m married), which makes my life even more insane. Here’s a sampling of what goes on inside my mind on a typical workday:
Okay, so this computer is TOO FREAKING SLOW. I really need to look into buying a new one. What kind of processor do I need? Okay, so now it’s finally going. Let’s check email. HOLY FREAKING COW, WHY do I have 87 messages already! I just logged off a few hours ago, pulling an all-nighter. Oh great, and almost all of it is spam. Typical. Okay, so let’s clear that out. I need to pull up Google Calendar to see what’s on the plate today. Wow, THREE INTERVIEWS! Sheesh, and one is with that kooky guy from Missouri who’s cancelled three times already. I’ll do my best not to talk to him too long. Right.Where are my interview questions again? Oh, here they are. And note to self: you need to research what social-media crowdsourcing is for that article that’s due next week. And go to the library to get the book about the thingey you can’t remember right now---whatsit? Go to Wikipedia for a minute, look it up. Oh yeah, THAT thing. Jot it down. Good girl.
Phone’s ringing. Oh man, it’s that (!&@#^ editor AGAIN. Why does she have to call me for every single nit-picky little thing? Hasn’t she ever heard of email? I’m letting that call roll to voicemail. First interview scheduled in two hours, which means I need to catch up on email, then I’ll have an hour forty-five to work on my book.
What? No, Mommy cannot play Angry Birds with you right now. No. NO. GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS, MOMMY’S WORKING. RIGHT. NOW. Okay, kid’s back downstairs, let’s see what I can get down. Opening Word. Let’s see---what did I write yesterday <scrolling>. Wow, this scene really sucks. What was I thinking writing this? I am cutting all of this crap. <deleting>
Wait. WAIT. NOOOOOO!! UNDO! UNDO!! I’m sorry, my darlings, I didn’t mean to kill all of you. Surely there’s something here I can save. <scrolling> Okay, well, not that. <delete>. I can fix this part, oh good. But not right now. I’ll do that on the revision. Right now I have to write down this AMAZING SCENE THAT CAME TO ME IN THE SHOWER. Right! It was totally awesome and I came up with it when I was shampooing my hair. Gotta get it down right now before I forget! <Typing>. Oh, this is dumb. No, I don’t want it to start out that way.
C’MON HUGHES, GET OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY and WRITE, DAMMIT! There. That’s better. Just let the words flow and read it over later. AWESOME. Now what word do I want to start out with?
JILL ELAINE HUGHES is a professional journalist, playwright, memoirist, and fiction author. She has written for the Chicago Tribune, Chicago Reader, Washington Post, Cat Fancy magazine, New Art Examiner, and numerous other media outlets. Her plays have been widely published and produced by theaters in New York City, Chicago, Los Angeles, Seattle, Boston, Atlanta, San Francisco, the United Kingdom, and Australia. She is also the author of several New Adult fiction books. Ms. Hughes also writes erotic fiction under two pen names: Jamaica Layne and Jay E. Hughes.