First, I’d like to thank Annette for hosting me on her blog. I’ve never been featured on a blog before, so naturally I am excited and scared. Excited — I’m on a blog! Wow, cool! And scared — I’m on a blog! What if I say something stupid that will be written in stone for all the Internet to see?
My answer: Meh — who cares? So let’s begin this adventure.
I was a strange child. Strange in that I was very emotional and had an uncanny attention to detail. For example, when my parents took me to see an orchestral performance of Swan Lake, the music made me cry. First goosebumps, then tears, all at the age of 7. I daydreamed as well. The droning boredom of math class usually stirred up a story about how a tornado was going to take out the school. And we, the brave girls and boys of fourth grade, were going to have to survive this apocalypse eating cafeteria meatloaf and melting ice cream sandwiches.
By high school, storytelling came natural to me, and I took as many classes as I could to enhance it. As an unruly and hormonal teenager, I preferred dark plots and suffering emotions. I always kept a notebook close by and filled it with overheard witty dialogue, descriptions of scenery, and extreme human behavior. My parents thought that I was having a break from reality and took me to a psychologist, who said I was normal but had the brain of a novelist, screenplay writer, or nosy neighbor. Naturally, I focused on the first two, opting to explore the third when I reach 80.
I wrote all through my teen years and won the creative writing award handed out by my high school.
While attending the University of Connecticut, I took a job as a 911 dispatcher to pay the bills. Yes, 911 — real murders, robberies, and car chases. I’ve seen and heard it all! Talk about a strange twist of life. Some of my calls have been on the national news, and one even ended up in the Inquirer. Although I was paid well, working 911 made me die a little each day. Crime, death, sickness, and throngs of angry people — every single day — took its toll. Exhaustion kicked in, as did general crankiness. I felt too young to be this way, and when I found myself putting my toddler daughter in front of the television because I was too tired to play, I knew something had to change. A leap of faith was needed.
I quit 911, and I told myself to write my heart out.
It’s been two years since that happened and I have completed two novels with a third on the way. And I’m proud to say that one of my books, Falling Forward, is being published by Liquid Silver Books. It’s release date is July 20, and it’s currently available for pre-order. If I’ve learned anything during my 42 years on this planet, it’s to live a genuine existence. You don’t have to change the world or strive to be a billionaire, but you should be true to yourself.
Those words bellowed through my head as I wrote, and the outcome is books with very down-to-earth and flawed characters. Don’t expect an airbrushed Cosmo magazine when reading my books. Instead you’ll follow Kate Kleider, a pretty but neurotic 20-something who tries to find her way in the world after growing up with a schizophrenic mother. In Falling Forward, Kate needs to find a date to her favorite ex-boyfriend’s wedding. The problem — she’s just moved to Southern California and knows nobody. How can a maladjusted recluse find a man in the land of bikinis, BMWs and bonfires?
Thank you everyone for taking the time to read about little old me. If you want more information on my books, please visit www.AudreyJaneAndrews.com.
About the book
The love of her life is getting married and cynical businesswoman Kate Kleider needs a date. When she ventures out into the world of beaches, bikinis, and bonfires, she finds surfer dude Jamison Rigby. Jamison agrees to be her date, but he’s got something more on his mind … he’s determined to loosen her up. Full of passion, humor, and even a bit of mystery, Falling Forward by Audrey Jane Andrews will be a welcome addition to your contemporary romance library.