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Treating your Writing like a Career

So this last summer I had the amazing opportunity to attend RWA (Romance Writers of America) Annual Conference. And I learned so much, and met a host of other authors who were in the same boat as I was. Trying to make our writing stand out from the pack and make a living with our writing.

One session I attended said the following: ‘If you don’t treat your writing like a serious business, how do you expect anyone else to take is seriously.’

This struck a deep cord within me, and I realized I had been treating my writing like a hobby. Even with 4 books published I still haven’t been treating my writing as the business it should be.

So after I heard that I took a couple of months (I’m not kidding but I wish I were), to understand what that meant to me and my writing. I really believe this means something different to everyone. But for me I know without a shadow of a doubt that I have been treating my writing as a hobby because when I didn’t feel like doing any writing I just wouldn’t. If I felt boxed in with anything that had to do with writing I just walked away. Maybe that’s why I haven’t written anything in over a year….

But now what? Just recognizing that I am treating my writing like a hobby wasn’t enough, I needed to make some important changes in order to move from hobby to living.

CHANGE 1: creating a business mindset. I don’t know about you but when I am writing the last thing on my mind is business.

CHANGE 2: Carve out time during the week to deal with the business of my writing. Marketing, list building, social media, blogging. I have failed mightily in these areas in the last several years.

CHANGE 3: My writing has been mish mash for the last year, and if I want to make it a business I have to write. So I am carving time out of every day to write. Some day’s that means I am only writing for 15 min but at least I am getting words on a page.

CHANGE 4: Setting appropriate goals. ie: when I want my next book finished, how I will grow my email list, building a tribe a like minded writers. I know this one is tough because writing is such a solitary process but having like minded authors and readers will increase my reading base and accountability

CHANGE 5: Taking classes, and learning how to make my writing better. It’s always good to increase your knowledge base.

Wow reading through these kinda makes my head swim, but if I want to make my writing my business I have to treat it like it is.

Hope this helped out, if you are struggling with making your writing a business you are not alone. Let me know in the comments.

 

 

 

 

3rd Annual Readers Luncheon

So this past weekend I was privileged to participate in RWA of Utah’s annual readers luncheon. I have been lucky enough to attend all 3 events. And this event gets better and better every year.

The point of this luncheon is to focus on the reader! Show the reader some love and gratitude. Because without readers where exactly would we be after all. Readers get a ton of swag from the authors participating, and they do a ton of baskets and giveaways. You get to sit at a table and have lunch with the author of your choosing (you have to sign up early to reserve your seat with the author you want to have lunch with).

Being an author is a very solitary type of work, so getting the chance to get out and meet and mingle with my readers just means the world to me. Plus writers, I think, are some of the biggest fans out there. And getting to rub elbows with other authors is just too much fun.

This year we were lucky enough to have ReaAnne Thayne, and Jill Shalvis speak and they both gave amazing and wonderfully inspiring presentations about being a writer, and more importantly the love of reading. They are both New York Times best selling authors.

So overall if you ever get the chance to attend a readers luncheon grab that opportunity with both hands. I know if you come to the Utah luncheon that we hold every Oct. you won’t be disappointed.

Interview — Ryder

You voted and here it is, my interview with Ryder for Shadow Play. 

 I’m sitting in a nondescript coffee house in Salt Lake City, UT. (Beans & Brew). Because I’ve been told: “Just because you write the shit, doesn’t mean you are trustworthy to visit.” Which I find rather ironic. I mean I did write it didn’t I?

  So with that in mind I am waiting for Ryder, and I assume Kyra to come to me because I am not allowed to go The Staten. And again the irony of the situation is not lost on me. I’m sipping my favorite coffee, a Caramel Cielo and wondering briefly if meeting in a coffee house for a Tracker’s sense of smell isn’t a bad idea maybe I should have picked a book store or a park. But then I hear it the deep rumble of a motorcycle, you know the kind that you feel deep in your chest before your ears register the sound. And part of me wants to jump up and run to the windows. But I force myself to stay in my chair, I notice several of the women in the coffee house look up to appreciate the view, and I know it’s him. And I wonder for a second if I should have scoped out the back exit. After all, I wrote him, and I know how freaking dangerous he is.

  As the door opens and the air is displaced the first thing I realize about him is that he is so much bigger in real life. Like HOLY SHIT, he is larger than life! And I’m in awe, the next thing I notice is the way he scans the entire restaurant in one glance. I wonder if the other patrons realize that the larger than life guy that just walked in is capable of killing them with his bare hands.

  And Kyra is following him, and she is just as beautiful as he is out of this world. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the different smells. I can almost see her cataloging all the different smells and lives. And I wonder what I have created here. I lock eyes with Kyra, and she winks as she pushes past Ryder on her way to the counter and places an order. Once that is done they both make their way over to the booth, I am sitting in and Kyra slides in first the Ryder.

  Kyra gives me a large smile, “How are you today Christie?” she asks. I’m just speechless for a moment.

  “Are you mute?” Ryder finally asks, and I turn to him.

  “No.” I stumble. “I just can’t believe I’m sitting here. It’s a serial feeling.”

  Kyra laughs softly, “Tell us about it.”

  I nod, and motion to my notepad full of questions, “Um do you just want me to get started?”

  Ryder glares at my notepad and reaches over and grabs it, “Hey!” I say, he can’t just take things away from me I should be in charge. But he raises one eyebrow at me like I’m going to stop him, right?

  “My favorite color is black. I train in my spare time. My most important thing in the world is Kyra and my brothers. Favorite food is steak. Favorite drink is water. Shoe size? Seriously?” he rolled his eyes. Guess that means he wasn’t going to answer that one. “Music? I listen to whatever Kyra puts on my iPod. I don’t watch movies or TV. Scariest monster I have ever come across?” He sighed and rolled his eyes again. I think he might have gotten that trait from Kyra because she does that a lot. And I was getting sick to my stomach because this interview was not going the way I had planned. But luckily I was saved because the barrister called out their order, and he threw my notepad down on the table.

  Kyra grabbed it and looked at it, “Can I give you some advice?”

  “Please.” Because I needed all the help I could get at this point.

  “Stop letting him control the interview,” Kyra said with a smile. “He thinks he can intimidate you.” I look over at Ryder and then it’s me that’s rolling my eyes, “Have you seen the man? He’s like…” and I want to rest my head against the coolness of the tabletop.

  “Yes, I know,” Kyra says with a pat on my hand. “But take control, you can do it.” She pulls her hand away as Ryder returns with two coffee cups. One for himself and one for Kyra.

  “Ryder?” I say taking a deep breath, I use my mother tone, the one that makes my kids listen to me. “What kind of coffee are you drinking?” I ask.

  He blinked, which made me blink. “Eye Opener.” See I was expecting black. Surprise, surprise.

  “What do you do when nobody is looking?”

  Ryder: “Read.”

  Me: “What are you reading?”

  Ryder: “None of your business.”

  Kyra chuckled, and I knew I had to have this answer.

  Me: “You promised you would answer all my questions.”

  Kyra: “You did promise.”

  Ryder: “Did you know women are very hard to understand?”

  Me: “Matter of opinion.”

  Ryder: “Fact. I don’t understand women. I don’t think I ever will.”

  Me: “So you are doing something to rectify this?”

  Ryder shrugged, “Trying to figure you out. I tried some self-help books, but that was all bullshit. So I’ve been reading some romance novels.”

  My mouth fell open, actually fell open. Kyra reached over and closed it for me. “I think I might have heard you wrong. Can you please repeat that last part for me?”

  He speaks very slowly for me, “I said I have been ready romance novels in the hope of understanding women.” Kyra nodded as he spoke, and I turn to her. “I don’t understand what he is trying to accomplish.”

  Ryder looked at Kyra and then back to me, “See that’s because she is a woman. Women are complicated creatures. Ask Marcus he will agree, and he and Celeste are connected with a mind link.”

  Me: “Um not about to ask Marcus to explain women to me with Celeste sitting next to him.”

  Ryder grunts, “Yeah, pretty sure Celeste would kick your ass.” I can’t agree more.

  “Okay, so who are you currently reading?” I can’t wait to hear this. “Do you read paranormal? Chick-lit? Erotica?”

  Ryder looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, “I read all sorts of romance. I don’t pigeon hole myself to just one genre’. But I don’t read paranormal because it just pisses me off with how wrong they all get it.” I guess that makes sense.

  “So who are you currently reading?” I ask again. And I swear if Ryder was ever going to blush this was the time, but I don’t think Ryder is capable of blushing I just don’t think it’s in his genes.

  “His favorite at the moment is Nora Roberts,” Kyra explains, of course, everyone loves her I think. “Julie Garwood historical stuff” Another excellent author. “And Johanna Lindsay.”

  I’m pretty speechless, “So is it helping?”

  Kyra gives me a huge smile, and Ryder looks uncomfortable. “None of your business.”

  Me: “So you won’t say if you understand women better?”

  Ryder: “Women are still a mystery. Do you have any other questions?”

  I think for a moment not daring to even look at my notepad for help. “What do you want the fans to know about the Trackers?”

  Ryder: “Not a fucking thing.”

  Me: “Ouch, guess I walked right into that one.”

  Ryder gave me the first real smile since this interview started. And instead of reassuring me it sends chills down my spine.

  Me: “What are you and Kyra working on right now?”

  Ryder: “Secret mission, so if I told you I’d have to kill you.”

  I look from Ryder to Kyra, and they are both unreadable. Again the irony of the situation isn’t lost on me.

  Me: “You realize I’m the author here right?”

  Ryder: “Yup, but even you don’t know everything all the time. Sometimes we characters are building arc’s in the background while shit is happening in other places.” He winks at me and the chills I have increased tenfold.

  Me: “There sure are a lot of irons in the fire right now Ryder. The Tribunal is messing around right now. The Reapers are in a lot of trouble, and your brothers are getting more involved than ever.” I warn.

  Ryder: “Shit never goes the way it’s supposed to, does it, Christie.” He slides out of the booth and holds out his hand for Kyra.

  Kyra gives me a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Keep yourself safe and keep writing your stories because the real history needs to be written. Something the Druids forgot to do a long time ago.” I slide out of the booth, and Kyra wraps her arms around me, and the fear from seconds before is washed away.

  I extend my hand to Ryder, “Thank you for the interview, Ryder.”

  He looks from my hand to my face and then finally takes my hand. His hand is warm and large enveloping mine as he shakes, and then release’s it. I following them to the door and watch as they climb onto the large Harley they never look back as they pull away and drive off.

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Snippet Sunday — 09-06-2015

Well it’s Snippet Sunday and I agonized over what I should do. Should I do something from a past novel or from book 4…
And lucky lucky you I have decided to share a little of book 4 with you.

Hunter looked down the dark hallway and swallowed the past the urge to break the man in half. Treachery was wrapped around the Guardian and he wanted nothing to do with him but to throw him into a pit in the ninth level of the Infernos. First though he would need to get whatever he was betraying and turn it over to Dante. Then the bastard belonged to him.
Hunter checked behind several doors but found nothing interesting. James finally pushed past him, “Last door, dumbass.” James snapped, pushing past him. Hunter was going to enjoy making James scream.
Hunter followed him into the last room and stopped short. “Who is she?”
“None of your business.” James spat.
Hunter grabbed the Guardian and pinned him up against the wall, “Who is she?” he growled.
James sputtered his eyes wide. “I’m not telling you. She belongs to me. I will only tell Dante.”
It took everything Hunter had not to shake the hell out of him, or kick the shit out of him. But Dante had sent him to answer the Reaper call. So few people used the damn think anymore.
Hunter threw James to the floor and walked to the bed, the woman looked unharmed. She was beautiful, light skinned and blonde nearly white hair curled around her face. There was something very light about her. Hunter couldn’t place her Other side. But she was light if he ever saw it. He growled and turned back to James, “Are you her Guardian?” he demanded.
James had pulled himself to his feet, “I refuse to say anything else. I will only answer to Dante now.”
“You’re an idiot.” Hunter told him. He picked up the woman gently and turned back to James as he started to argue and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Without warning he Flashed them to the Infernos.

James landed on his knees, which was a good place for him to be. 


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ReWind Friday — Shadow Play

Well it’s Re-Wind Friday and since Shadow Play is free for a limited time on Amazon I thought I would give you all a taste of what you can expect if you ran out and got your copy.
Seriously you don’t want to miss this sale. Now I may be bias because I wrote the damn thing… lol but don’t just take by word for it here are some of the reviews:

The characters themselves, in their own rights, were absolutely wonderful as well. Marlee was your typical smart-mouthed, kick-butt, catsuit wearing (you’ll understand the irony of that once you meet her) bombshell, but there is so much more to her than that. Simon’s unbreakable devotion was both adorable and heartbreaking, especially because of the future it held for him.

— Marked by Books

This was a fantastically unique read. The characters were also really well defined and described. Kyra is a female lead to look up to

— Lauren Johnson 

Definitely, found a new favorite author in Christie Palmer and her new book Shadow Play. Absolutely, enjoyed it. For a debut novel it’s very, very good. There better be more Tracker stories coming, whether it be the brothers by themselves or the supporting characters who were all very good too. Loved Marcus, Max, and Marlee. (you know what? They deserve their own stories to, even the Reapers. They were kind of funny sometimes.)A definite must read.

–DivaC


So here is the teaser I promised you enjoy.

“What are you?” the man asked.
“What are you?” Kyra threw back.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Nightmare isn’t the category she would put him in. His voice resonating deep in her chest. The saner side of her brain marked him dangerous as hell, but she wouldn’t classify him in the nightmare category.
Kyra let the corners of her mouth turn up. “Cliché’ much? Besides I’ve been told something similar before but …” She raised a palm to the sky in a shrug. “I just don’t seem to scare easily.”
“I’m really going to enjoy killing you,” the woman snarled.
“I could say the same to you.” Kyra didn’t even turn to look at the woman, keeping all her attention on the large man several feet away.
Kyra hated to disappoint the woman, but she didn’t have any plans on dying today, or any other day. Instead Kyra pulled her gun out from behind her and pointed it at the woman, her eyes steady on the man.
“My silver bullets say otherwise, sweetheart, so back the hell off.”
The Lycan bared her teeth. “I don’t believe you.” She glared at Kyra before exchanging a look with the man they shared a moment of silent conversation before the Lycan stepped back still growling.
Kyra heard the growl and shook her head as she pulled the trigger, planting a bullet into the dirt within an inch of the Lycan’s left hand. The show of dominance died a quick death as the Lycan realized Kyra did, in fact, have silver bullets in her gun. When you dealt with immortals of all kinds on a daily basis, you always came prepared for a fight. Silver could hurt and kill a substantial number of Others. Kyra refused to shoot any other kind of bullet.
“Short leash,” Kyra said, again wanting to keep the Lycan on edge because she didn’t yet understand the man in front of her. She needed to keep the pieces of this puzzle moving, and keeping the Lycan pissed would be a good start. As long as she kept the pieces moving, she had different plans for escape. Once the pieces stopped moving, she hoped to be in an advantageous position.
“Kill her now,” the Lycan snarled between her teeth. Kyra wondered if she would start foaming at the mouth soon if the man didn’t make a move of some kind.
“Are you the one who has been killing the women?” he asked Kyra using a voice which bounced off the inside of Kyra’s skull, making her want to run screaming into the woods. She blinked refocusing on the man in front her. What the hell? She wanted to spill her guts about everything she had seen in her mind’s eye since arriving in the cursed place. Kyra shook her head again and blinked. Clamping her mouth shut around her traitorous tongue, drawing blood in the process.
“What are you?” Kyra asked, her voice sounding weak even to her.

“I’m the one asking the questions. And if you’ll remember, I only ask once. So if you want to answer my questions, now would be a good time.” 


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Sunday Snippet

With the release of Reaper Mine yesterday I thought it would be appropriate if today’s Sunday Snippet be from Reaper Mine. ENJOY!!!!

“What’s it like in the Infernos?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“Home,” he whispered.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“It’s a feeling.” He released her and placed a hand just below her collar bone. “Just
here, a warmth that seeps into your soul. Warms you from the inside out. Makes you
heavy and light all at the same time because you know it is where you truly belong. Then
the colors burst before you like an artist’s palette exploding, oranges, reds, yellows,
purples and blues and black flowing through each other to the point it’s almost painful to
watch but you can’t look away. Because you know if you look away you’ll miss the most
amazing thing you’ll ever see.”
“The Infernos are a contradiction, Elle.” His voice caressed the skin of her cheek. “It
is the most beautiful and horrible thing you will ever see in all your existence.”
She turned into him, so his lips brushed against her jaw. And they both caught their
breath. “Why?”
“One moment you will see colors race across the sky that will take your breath
away.” He ran his thumb along her collarbone and Elle leaned toward him farther until
his lips connected with hers. Victor moaned, and pressed closer capturing her lips with
his. Elle didn’t think she had ever been kissed like this before. Colors cascaded through
her brain as Victor deepened the kiss.
As his lips pressed hers opened, reds, oranges, pinks and purples flooded her brain as
his tongue swept into her mouth. He tasted of exotic forbidden fruit. And she soaked it
deep into her bones. Elle wrapped her arms around Victor sinking into him, anchoring
herself to him. She felt safe this close to him and didn’t want to let go. How had she
come to trust him, this Reaper, in so short a time?
Elle pressed herself closer to Victor wanting the kiss to go on forever. Wishing it
would erase all the darkness surrounding them. She wanted nothing more than to drown
in those colors Victor painted of the Infernos, wanted to drown in Victor. But she knew
this was fleeting, he was a Reaper and her life was limited to snatches of life and death.
One moment here, and then those horrible bone-breaking and soul-stealing moments of
returning.

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Reaper Mine Release

 I am so very excited to announce the release of Reaper Mine (A Reaper Novel) on Aug. 1, 2015. This is my third novel and it has taken me so long to get this one published. I’ve had many issue’s with getting this novel out, both personal and professional. But in the end the most important thing is that I have finally finished it and brought it to you, my fans. And I can only hope that you enjoy it a little. Hopefully more then a little.  This is a complex story about a Reaper named Victor and a cursed demi goddess named Elle who can’t seem to get her life straightened out. Believe it or not, the only one that can help her straighten it out is Victor the Reaper over Violence. Hopefully he will be able to save her before the bad guy kills her. And there are plenty of bad guys in this one.
 So run out and get your copy of Reaper Mine on Aug. 1st you won’t want to miss this one.


You can Pre- Order it now at the following places for $3.99

It will be on sale at Barns and Noble and iBooks on Aug. 1

Life Lessons, #2 What I’ve Learned from Watching Criminal Minds


What I’ve learned from watching Criminal Minds

And how they’ve made my writing better.



  In case you don’t know Criminal Minds is a television show about a group of FBI agents who profile serial killers. Now that I’ve explained that to you I should also tell you that you should crawl out from the rock you’ve been living under.
  I mean who doesn’t know what Criminal Minds is? I mean it’s on syndication and on like ten different cable/satellite channels any given time any given day of the week. So look it up ladies and gentleman you have no idea what you are missing. And here is why…

    What I’ve learned in the years I have watched Criminal Minds

  1. Things can always be worse.
  2. Always, I mean ALWAYS double check the locks.
  3. It doesn’t always end with a happy ending.
  4. When there’s a twist… The evidence (the smallest pieces) are all there. You have to be able to follow the bread crumbs back.
  5. The bad guys have to have a purpose and a reason.
  6. And last but not least… anyone can be a bad guy so watch the f*&^ out.


  Do you have a favorite show, or do you watch Criminal Minds? And if so has it influenced your writing in anyway? Let me know below. 


  And watch out because like #6 says anyone can be the bad guy… you might just be in one of my novels as the one who did it, in the study with the lead pipe. Please tell me you got that reference…

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