Sunday, July 31, 2011
Interview of Deborrah Girard
Latest Book: Sweet Survivor
I was born and raised in Northern Ontario, Canada. I lived in Timmins (home of Shania), before moving to a southwestern Ontario city. I am a crafter, hairstylist and a writer. I've been married to my husband, Ron, for thirty seven years. We have two children, a daughter-in-law, one grandson and a Himalayan cat who rules the household.
I enjoy all life has to offer, and wish for more hours in the day. Since curing myself of Fibromyalgia, I've embraced a healthy lifestyle, because I want to live to a ripe old age and have my children wonder where I am, and also to maintain a prolific muse. I belong to Romance Writers of America and too many writing groups to mention. Every month since 2003, I've taken a new and exciting class hoping to broaden my horizons and push my limit a little further. Writing under three pseudonyms, Deborrah Girard, Devorah Day and Debsy Girard, keeps me on my toes. I enjoy what I do and would love for you to pick up one of my books and...dream a little dream with me.
Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: The first thing I did was get hold of my hubby, told him I wasn’t cooking, that we were going out for supper and I didn’t want to hear any complaint. We had a nice quiet meal. But on the inside, I couldn’t squash that inside voice from rejoicing.
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: The part that gives me grief a lot of the time is the middle. Even if I plot it all out, I can still write myself into a corner. Sometimes I’ll ask advice from those around me, or I’ll seek out my chapter RWA group. We have a thing called ‘plotting therapy’, where we can go for help and fresh ideas.
Q: Who is your favorite character in your book and why?
A: My heroine in Sweet Survivor is my favorite. She embarks on a nine day canoe trip through the bush. In real life, my hubby made that trip several times--myself, well, let’s just say I was too chicken. Glenda, however, has no qualms about any of it. She’s determined to do it, and she succeeds with flying colors.
Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your heroes? Tell us about your hero.
A: Wow. If that happened hubby and I would be going out for more than dinner--there would certainly be dancing afterward. LOL. I would love for George Clooney to play the hero. Something about that man always makes me turn my head.
The hero, Marc Bouvier, is a rugged man, who overcame hardships of his own to live the life he now loves. When the heroine, Glenda Demars, comes onto the scene, it isn’t long before he melts and gives in to her wishes.
Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A:Yes, I have quite a list of comfort foods. If these, or any variation thereof, are in the house, I will pick away at them. They are cheese cake, chocolate, and frozen yogurt. Enough said…
Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: I did a lot of crafting and designing. My work was in several craft magazines. I’m also a hairstylist. Today, I still do a little of both. Last summer I added blonde streaks to my grandson’s hair, and for the last several months he’s been counting the weeks until he can get here again. He wants more streaks this time. He’s designed a picture to show me exactly where he wants them. Too funny. We enjoy him so much.
Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?
A: Ask him to teach me how to format my manuscript. Yes, I’m the only one on earth that can’t manipulate my computer into following word for word instructions. I can’t explain it. Beyond double spacing, and font choice, forget it. So, I would convince the ‘handsome man’ into giving me a tutorial. And if he looked like George Clooney, he’d get a very nice thank you.
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: I always wanted to try a werewolf story. I finished one not too long ago. As soon as I get a chance to polish it up, I’ll submit it. It was a lot of fun to write. I love changing it up like that.
Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
www.desertbreezepublishing.com - pseudonym 'Deborrah Girard'
www.secretcravings.com - pseudonym 'Devorah Day'
www.eXtasybooks.com - pseudonym 'Devorah Day'
Coffee Time Forum-- I have a heck of a time getting into this....I am NOT computer savvy...(.Latte Lounge)
The cruel and unexpected deaths of Glenda's parents results in a ten year absence from her roots in Northern Ontario. At her uncle's invitation, she returns to take part in a nine day canoe excursion to Moosonee only to find her uncle sold the bush camp.
Marc Bouvier, the new owner, is led to believe 'Glen' Demars is joining them. He isn't instantly taken with the turn of events, nor is he convinced the bush is any place for a beautiful woman.
Glenda isn't looking for love, nor is she expecting her uncle to play matchmaker but she is stimulated by his audacity and Marc's assumptions. She agrees to Marc's pre-excursion test before embarking on the adventure that takes them through the
woes of mismatched hell to the depths of passion.
Morning dawned with unbelievable splendor. The water sat somnolent in the pale light, its mirrored surface reflecting the rolling scenery. Branches hung at suspended angles over the water and quivered in the rising haze. Clumps of earth and granite interspersed with stunted spruce trees, dissected the waterways, and Glenda sensed their first portage was not far off in the distance.
Through the weak reception of the transistor, the weatherman said the afternoon
promised to be hot with the possibility of a thunderstorm. Some storms often swept rapidly upriver and dissipated before building force, and some didn't. They were prepared for either.
Glenda looked around and wondered if anything anywhere had ever looked so peaceful.
She didn't think so. The beauty around her was in sharp contrast with her dreams. Even the faraway menace of a storm managed to enhance nature's portrait. From this vantage point, the place was a precious and sacred part of the world. She began to understand her family's devotion.
She looked over at Marc. Through the haze, she decided he was the most good looking
and powerful man she'd ever met. His non-fatigable paddling resulted in the removal of his shirt, and his muscles rippled in time to the waves. The rays of light that pierced the mist danced on his jet-black head and lent it the iridescent sheen of a blackbird. His tanned skin was a shade lighter, and Glenda watched, transfixed. Her gaze roamed to his mouth, to the tilt of his chin, to his broad shoulders that tapered to a concave waist, to his long legs, tangled in gear. He sat drenched
in a pool of light, looking vibrantly alive and unmistakably male.
When she realized what she was doing, she shook herself. Land loomed ahead, and they
would soon be on foot. Just as more pools of sunlight filtered through the trees in the one direction, dark clouds rolled in from another.
"The first portage is only about a half mile long. I hope we can get through it before the storm hits," Marc said on a concerned note.
Ray peered at him over his sunglasses. "The storm seems a long way off. Maybe it will miss us altogether."
"I hope you're right."
They paddled to the rocky shore, pulled the canoes from the water, and divided all the gear and supplies amongst them. When the boats were hoisted up over their heads, they began their trek. Glenda squared her shoulders and thought only positive thoughts.
I can do this. I really can.
They followed a barely discernible trail through the trees as they moved along. A
primeval silence enveloped them. As promised, the day was hot; the air, filled with a redolent scent. The ground was cushioned from the accumulation of fallen needles and the mosquitoes and black flies battled for supremacy.
"Are you okay, Glen?" Marc asked casually.
"Yes. I'm fine. I'm discovering the real meaning of 'battle of the bulge'." Her uneven load rubbed against her. No matter how she shifted, it wouldn't budge. For the moment, she willed the pain away through her subconscious but knew once they stopped for the night, she would be in for trouble. She hoped her muscle ointment went undetected.
Anything else you’d like to add?
SWEET SURVIVOR---JUNE RELEASE---Desert Breeze Publishing
BEST LITTLE GHOUL HOUSE IN TEXAS---JUNE RELEASE---Secret Craving Publishing
HEART WIDE SHUT---July release---Secret Cravings Publishing
LOVE, MARRIAGE, ANNULMENT---August release---Secret Cravings Publishing
UNDER THE TUSCAN’S SON---Oct. release---Secret Cravings Publishing
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