Every Wednesday I like to introduce indie, self-pubbed and small press authors with the hope that you'll meet an author new to you and find some new favorite books. Today we have fellow contributor at The Writer's Voice Raine Thomas.
About Raine:
Raine Thomas is the author of the exciting and original series of YA fantasy/romance novels about the Estilorian plane, including the Daughters of Saraqael trilogy and the upcoming Firstborn trilogy. She is a proud member of Romance Writers of America and is a contributing blogger to The Writer's Voice. When she isn’t planning weddings, writing or glued to social networking sites, she can usually be found on one of Florida’s beaches with her husband and daughter or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.
About Becoming:
Every three years, Amber Hopkins explodes. Okay, not a
blown-to-smithereens explosion, but whatever it is always hurts like
hell and leaves her life a shambles. She’s already worked her way
through five foster placements, and she’s doing whatever she can to
avoid getting blasted into a sixth.
As her eighteenth birthday
approaches and she feels the strange and powerful energy building,
disaster looms. When the inevitable explosion occurs, her life gets its
biggest shakeup yet. She’ll not only learn how her fellow foster and
best friend, Gabriel, really feels about her, but she’ll discover that
she isn’t really without family.
To top it all off, she’ll finally find out why she’s having the power surges: she isn’t entirely human.
Amber
must Become, transitioning to another plane of existence and risking
the loss of the most important relationship she’s ever had. Her choice
will impact the future of an entire race of beings, and will pit her
against an enemy that will prey upon her doubt to try and take her very
life.
Kind of makes the explosions now seem like a cakewalk.
Sounds awesome, right? Will have to check it out!
Raine (don't you love that name???) has a special post for us, so let's get to it. Hi, Raine! Thanks for coming!
Thanks so much, Kristie, for giving me the chance to take over your
blog for the day. I’m excited to have this introduction to your amazing
followers! Now, however, comes the pressure of finding a great topic. Hmm…
*Taps chin in thought*
*Watches Tristan—er, the Promise
trailer—for the seventh time*
Inspiration strikes! I’ll make a writing confession: I love writing
guys. By this I mean that I adore writing about guys and experiencing scenes
through their perspective. I wonder what that says about me? *taps chin again**shrugs*
In the movie As Good as it Gets,
Jack Nicholson plays an author who is asked by a female fan, “How do you write
women so well?”
He replies, “I think of a man…and I take away reason and
accountability.” An insult, yes, but impeccably delivered and straight to the
point.
So, how does a female author writing in the third-person (my favored
form of narration) put herself in the mind of a male? Does she “think like a
woman and take away sensitivity and the desire to replace the toilet paper
roll?”
Okay, okay…sorry! But this reiterates the point that men and women are
just plain different, making it a challenge for one to fully understand (and
write) the other. In my case, I grew up with three brothers and no sisters. My
husband also has only brothers. Family gatherings are heavily laden with
testosterone and the viewing of sports of one kind or another.
Thus, I find writing from the male perspective practically second
nature. I get into a scene and ask myself, “What would my husband say here?” or
“How would my brother act in this situation?” I also get feedback from guys
regarding whether scenes from the male perspective are realistic, which certainly
helps.
I thought I’d present you with a short blurb from Becoming, the first book in the Daughters of Saraqael trilogy. This
scene is written from the perspective of the male protagonist, Gabriel. Do you
think I captured a realistic “male” moment here?
“So, who’s the chick?”
Ethan asked when Gabriel approached. There were many ears tuned into their
conversation.
Gabriel raised an
eyebrow. “What—seriously?”
“Yeah, man.” Ethan
glanced back at Amber. “She’s smokin—” He cut himself off. Tilted his head.
Stared harder. “Holy—is that?” Now he looked stunned. “No way.”
Ignoring the comments
around him, Gabriel glanced to his right and spotted Jason Harrison among the
would-be volleyball players. Giving the other guy a nod, he said, “Hey, Jason,
can I run something by you?”
Shrugging, he said,
“Sure.” He looked wary, though.
They stepped away as
the others began selecting teams. Staying within sight of Amber but out of
hearing range of anyone else, Gabriel stopped beside a neatly-pruned rose bush.
When Jason stopped beside him, he said without preamble, “Michelle dropped by
yesterday.”
Jason frowned. His
eyes were less friendly than usual, as was his tone. “Yeah. She already told
me.”
“Told you what,
exactly?”
Jason’s face flushed.
Crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his gaze to Amber, he muttered,
“Amber told Michelle she, uh, didn’t want to come to the party with me.”
“Michelle said that,
did she?”
Perhaps gleaning
something from Gabriel’s tone, Jason caught his gaze. He hadn’t been class
valedictorian for nothing, and realization was quick to enter his eyes.
Gabriel continued, “I
imagine she said that Amber laughed at the idea of coming to the party with you
or something?”
Jason uncrossed his
arms, running one hand across the back of his neck. “Essentially. She said
Amber told her that she wouldn’t go out with me if I was the last guy alive—crap
like that.”
“You know Amber,”
Gabriel said, indicating their years together on the high school track team.
“You know she isn’t like that. Everything you just said is complete B.S.”
Jason nodded in
understanding and looked again toward Amber.
“Damn. What a bitch.”
Knowing he meant
Michelle, Gabriel smiled dryly. “You have no idea.”
“Guess I should’ve
known better, considering the source. I imagine you didn’t ask her to ask me to
get Amber off your hands, right?”
Gabriel just raised an
eyebrow.
“Figured. Well, screw
it. At least I know. Thanks, man.” Now, he grinned. “Come on. Let me at least
kick your ass at some V-ball if you get the girl.”
“You’re sure welcome
to try.”
What do you think? Do you have other tips on writing the opposite
gender? I’d love your comments!
Thanks for giving me a reason to view Tristan—er, the Promise trailer—for inspiration. If
you’re interested in YA fantasy/romance featuring strong male and female
characters, I hope you’ll check out my Daughters of Saraqael trilogy, available
in all e-bookstores, as well as in paperback on Amazon.com!
Haha! Yeah, I like to watch Tristan, too. I call it getting into character. Hehe. Thank you, Raine, for joining us!
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