Do you have any traditions when you’re writing? (ie: Music, candles burning, low lightning, etc.)
Not really, just a comfortable chair and my laptop. Sometimes I write with music in the background and sometimes not, it depends what I’m writing.
What is your favorite colour?
Purple! I love purple. Not Barney purple, just a nice deep classy purple.
What is your favorite junk food?
At the moment it’s pizza. For some reason, I couldn’t eat cheese for a long time as it would give me sinusitis, but recently I took a chance, ate some cheese and nothing happened! So, at long last I can do away with the horrible vegan cheese I’d been eating for years and eat proper cheese again!
What is your favorite movie from the 80s?
Probably E.T. I remember being taken to see it in the cinema as a birthday treat.
Who are some of your favorite authors?
My favourite childhood author was Enid Blyton. Now, it is Sharon Penman and Phil Rickman.
Who/What are you currently reading?
I’ve almost finished Demelza, which is the second book in the Poldark series by Winston Graham. Next is Lionheart by Sharon Penman. It’s been on my to be read list for ages!
Writing can be a crazy business. How do you stay positive within the craziness?
It’s tough, but you have to be stubborn and keep believing in yourself and your writing and never give up.
Did you always want to be an author?
I’d always wanted to do something which involved writing. For a long time I wanted to be a journalist but realised I wasn’t outgoing enough for that so I started writing novels!
What is your one pet peeve about the writing business?
“Celebrity authors” who get book deals because of who they are, not on the strength of their writing.
What are you scared of most – spiders or snakes? If neither, what are you most afraid of?
There aren’t many scary spiders or snakes here in Ireland so I can’t say whether I’m scared of them or not. I really don’t like heights, though. I had a bad attack of vertigo on a trip to Rotterdam in the Netherlands. I was up the Euromast observation tower and my legs just went from under me. It was pretty horrible but embarrassing at the same time!
Thank you for interviewing me, Kacey!
Jane couldn’t get home quickly enough. Fifteen minutes later, she slammed her front door, ran into the living room and across to the TV. The DVD box — which had pride of place in her collection — still lay on top of the DVD player. She shook her head in awe. Robert Armstrong, as Simon Moore in the contemporary version of Lady Chatterley’s Lover was tall, dark, handsome, moody, and passionate. He was the kind of character she and millions of other women had swooned over — not a drugs baron with poorly-dyed hair and weird contact lenses.
Heading back out to the hall, she hung up her bag and coat, then pressed play on the answering machine.
“Ring me,” Mags’ voice demanded. “I don’t care how late it is.”
Smiling, she pressed Mags’ speed dial button on the handset, then immediately ended the call. She couldn’t say the actor was Robert Armstrong! What now?
She jumped when the phone rang in her hands. The screen told her it was Mags. “Shit.”
The answering machine took over and she heard her sister’s puzzled voice. “I thought you’d be home by now. Ring me when you are. I want to know who he is!”
“Oh sod it.” With a sigh, Jane pressed three on the handset and the phone speed-dialled for her.
Mags answered on the first ring. “Jane? You just in?”
“So, who is he?” Mags prompted.
“Never heard of him. What’s he like?”
“You still sound a bit strange. I thought you said he didn’t give you the creeps anymore? Does he?”
“Yeah.” It was just a tiny lie. Burying any guilt she might feel for lying to her sister, Jane headed to the kitchen, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder while she switched the kettle on.
“And will he be back next week, or have you frightened him off?”
“No, he said he’d be back.”
“Excellent. Did you ask why family history classes?”
“Oh.” She retrieved a mug from the draining board. “He’s playing some kind of a psychopath all day, so he wanted to do something else in the evenings.”
Mags snorted. “No offence, Janey, but family history evening classes?”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Okay, sorry. Are you doing anything on Thursday?”
“No, why?” She opened a cupboard and reached for the jar of instant coffee.
“Fancy a shopping trip?”
“I’m broke, Mags.” Still cradling the handset between her shoulder and face, Jane opened the jar of coffee, and added a spoonful to the mug.
“A window shopping trip, then?”
“Oh, go on then.” She put the jar down and reached for the handset. “I haven’t been around the shops for ages.”
“Brilliant! I’ll be round at ten.”
Jane ended the call and, cup of coffee in hand, went back to the DVD. She allowed herself a blush, then put it back on the shelf.
Jane Hollinger is the wrong side of thirty, divorced and struggling to pay the mortgage her cheating ex left her with. As a qualified genealogist, teaching family history evening classes is a way for her to make ends meet. But she begins to wonder if it’s such a good idea when a late enroller for the class is a little… odd. “Badly-blond Bloke” both scares and intrigues Jane, and when she discovers he is her all-time favourite actor and huge crush, Robert Armstrong, she’s stunned. Even more stunning to Jane is the fact that Robert is interested in her romantically. He’s everything she ever dreamed of, and more, but can she overcome her fear of living in the public eye to be with the man she loves? Preview
Lorna Peel is an author of contemporary and historical romantic fiction. She has had work published in three Irish magazines – historical articles on The Stone of Scone in ‘Ireland’s Own’, on The Irish Potato Famine in the ‘Leitrim Guardian’, and Lucy’s Lesson, a contemporary short story in ‘Woman’s Way’. Lorna was born in England and lived in North Wales until her family moved to Ireland to become farmers, which is a book in itself! She lives in rural Ireland, where she write, researches her family history, and grows fruit and vegetables. She also keeps chickens (and a Guinea Hen who now thinks she’s a chicken!).