Welcome to day six of my month long celebration event for my blog's upcoming third year in existence! ;p If you'd like to check out the first few days, you can do so by clicking the link that says "click here for all things blogoversary related" underneath the B.O.B. Turns 3 tab located in my right sidebar.
For today's feature, I've got Samantha Young, New York Times Bestselling Author of On Dublin Street, here to celebrate my upcoming three years! I was first introduced to Young when I read her Tale of Lunarmorte series back in 2011. She made a huge fan out of me with that amazing series! I've yet to read her On Dublin Street series and I honestly don't know why because I'm all about New Adult but they're definitely in the pile!
It's an honor to have Young here so, without anymore delay, let's get to the fun!
7.00am — After what feels like months of getting Chris Hemsworth to know I’m alive, we’re finally reaching for that passionate clinch when we’re jerked apart by the insistent beeping of his pager. The beeping gets louder. I’m in the middle of asking ‘what’s up with the pager, Chris Hemsworth? This is 2013. Dude, get a personal assistant who owns a cell phone.’ when I’m abruptly awoken by the reverse parking beeper on the construction JCB that floats around outside my house on the development I’ve just moved into. So much for setting my alarm to something soothing.
7.30am — I’m trying to persuade Michaelangelo that his is a ‘purple’ name and Donatello is an ‘orange’ name and that their color identity was a definite mistake, when the Mad Hatter walks into the tea party and embarrasses me for my serious oversight in not inviting him. Before I can talk my way out of it, Agnes Obel’s ‘Riverside’ fills the room and turtles, angels and that guy from Firefly all melt away and I’m in my bed, listening to my soothing alarm. Now that is how you’re supposed to wake up in the morning.
8.00am — I decide I’ve had enough of listening to the JCB outside my house and I should probably get up.
8.05am — I sit down with a bowl of honey loops and watch Veronica Mars uncover real estate fraud. I try not to find it too depressing that while VM takes on criminals, airheads, biker boys and classes in her senior year, I was merely lamenting the end of Friends during my senior year.
8.45am — Wash dishes. Shower. Dress. Take a quick phone call from Batman. He’s feeling a bit insecure about his growl but I assure him that people are only laughing because his impression of the Cookie Monster is funny. He cancels our meeting on Friday. What’s that all about?
10.00am — I hit my local post office with two bags full of mail to go out to giveaway winners etc. The clerk jokes about me being Santa. I laugh even though she cracks that joke every. single. time.
10.30am — Supermarket. This writer is in need of serious refreshment before she gets her write on. Pepsi. Check. Irn Bru. Check. Chocolate buttons. Check.
10.45am — Home and onto the laptop. Spend the next few hours answering emails from readers, bloggers, agent, editor etc and notifications on FB, Twitter and Goodreads. I’m only interrupted once. Prank call. I’m pretty sure the nose breather was Batman. I’m sensing I did something wrong there.
13.00 — Break for lunch. Soap, crackers and Veronica Mars being saved in a pool hall by Logan Echolls. There’s something about that bad boy I find inspiring. Gives me an idea for a new book. Jots down quickly before I lose that thought. My thoughts are slippery little buggers. They’re always going missing…
14.00 — More emails. I quickly answer those and then crack open the latest manuscript. Write. Write. Google song lyrics and somehow end up on someone’s website devoted to their beloved donkey Mrs. Wentworth. Erase search history… because that’s just weird. Write. Write. Hit an emotional scene and cry like a baby. Ignore doorbell. It could be Batman and I just don’t have time for that crap. Write. Write.
18.00 — Dinner. Throw something in the oven. It could be macaroni. At least it looks like macaroni. Take a call from Iron Man. He won’t stop laughing after I tell him about my conversation with Batman. I still don’t get it. We agree to talk more at Pilates the next day. I switch on Veronica Mars and wonder why it is she never gets with Weevil. That boy has some pretty eyes on him.
19.00 — Answer more emails. Post on FB and Twitter about latest or upcoming book. Write some more.
23.00 — Don my secret identity costume.
23.30 — Fight crime.
3.00am — Hit the hay and hope my Chris Hemsworth dream starts up where it left…
About the author:
Samantha Young is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. She's been nominated for the Goodreads Choice Award for Best Author and Best Romance for her international bestseller On Dubline Street. On Dubling Street is Samantha's first adult contemporary romance and has sold in twenty-five countries.
For more info on Samantha's adult fiction visit http://www.ondublinstreet.com
For info on her young adult fiction visit www.samanthayoungbooks.com
Connect with Samantha Young: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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