Author Guest Post
One of the questions that I often get asked is how I come up with ideas for my books and how I plot them all out. The answer is, that I don't. I get an idea or two and just sit down and start writing. Sometimes, when I'm trying to fall asleep at night, I think about the scene I'm on and what happens next. I think scene by scene, and am often surprised at what happens next. I write by the seat of my pants. When writing Hold Her Down, I tried a bit of plotting, but it didn't work for me. I thought I knew where I wanted to go with the story, but when I got there, that ending was no longer right for the story.
I also tend to have vivid dreams which inspire my writing. There are at least two scenes in Hold Her Down which are almost literal transcriptions of dreams I have had. The odd thing is that when I wake up and remember the dream, I know immediately that it is part of a book. Considering that I can still remember some dreams I had as a child, this is an unusual skill that I am fortunate enough to have.
Because my mind is now working overtime with story ideas, I have started keeping a notebook of some of these dreams or ideas that I have. My plan is to visit the notebook, especially when I don't know where the story is going. In addition to my dreams, I write down random ideas or scenarios that may cross my mind. Sometimes it is something I hear on the radio. Sometimes a conversation that I have. The main character in my third novel got her name from a spam e-mail my friend's husband received. I've also been known to use the occasional writing prompt if I get a bit stuck.
I think there is some degree of irony that I write without planning and that my stories flow organically from me. In my everyday life, I am a meticulous planner, Type A and a bit on the OCD side. I could never, ever approach my day job or running my house how I approach my writing. It does boggle my mind a bit that I have this secret, spontaneous side that comes out when I'm writing. Perhaps, someday I'll find the answer in a dream set on the backdrop of my beautiful Cape May.
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Hold Her Down by Kathryn R. Biel
Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: February 27, 2014
Format: Paperback - 260 pages
Kindle - 3901 KB
Nook - 294 KB
ISBN: 0991391705
ASIN: B00IPH4SJE
BNID: 2940045729475
Genre: Contemporary Women's Fiction
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Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.
Book Description:
Book Excerpt:
The marriage seemed to work out well for Peter, but not so much for Elizabeth. Peter got up every morning, showered and went to work. Every so often, he would pop a frozen waffle in the toaster, or pour a cup of juice for one of the kids at breakfast. Sometimes he would put the food away from the dinner Elizabeth cooked at night. Sometimes not. He would stack the dishes up next to the sink, rather than in it, which drove Elizabeth mad. About once a month he would load the dishwasher, although he seemed incapable of actually running it. As his business travel was increasing, Elizabeth was left alone more and more. When he was home, Peter played the doting father role perfectly. He attended school and sporting events. He hung out with the children in the evening. He was a fun daddy. Things were generally amicable between Peter and Elizabeth with the kids there, as long as she was not yelling.
But there were occasional biting comments that criticized the way Elizabeth handled things. Small, but pointed, remarks that one really had to pay attention to hear. But she always heard them and took them to heart. And of course there were the fights about money. Always about money. When the kids were not around, Elizabeth and Peter were either bickering about how the household was run or ignoring each other. When she really thought about it, it was almost worse when Peter was home. He loved the kids as best he could, and was great with them, but paid little attention to Elizabeth. It was one thing to sleep alone every night when your husband was away. It was quite another to sleep next to someone who refused to touch you. On the nights he even bothered to come upstairs to share her bed. She could not remember the last time they had had sex.
But Elizabeth didn't know how to define herself outside of the context of wife and mother. She knew she was not happy but could not see herself ever really making a move to leave Peter. She knew she didn't have the guts to do it. After all, in her experience, she was the one who was left, not the one who did the leaving. And her mother had assured her over and over that no one would want a divorced, middle-aged mother of two. She asked Peter to go for counseling in the past. His response was to laugh at her, telling her that she could go if she wanted, but he was perfectly fine the way he was. Agnes' advice on the situation was that Elizabeth should try harder to meet Peter's needs better. That was the job of a wife.
Elizabeth was failing as a wife and probably failing as a mother. She knew she had failed as a daughter, never able to live up to Agnes' high standards. No matter how hard Elizabeth tried, it seemed that she was doing nothing but failing. She tried to hold back the tears that accompanied this realization. The sky was quickly growing dark and sleet had started to fall. Elizabeth was thankful for her GPS, a voice in the darkness, telling her where to go. If only she had a GPS for her life.
It looked as though she had about forty-five minutes left before she would reach her destination. She was in a rather remote area with narrow, winding roads, and the houses were farther and farther apart. Often the houses were not even visible from the road, just dots of light peeking through the trees. The smell of wood burning stoves was permeating through the vents of the mini-van. Elizabeth was praying that a deer would not run out across the road. She had hit a deer when she was first married. Actually, the deer had hit her, but Peter never thought that way. She was so focused on watching out for a deer that she didn't see the very large pothole ahead and struck it square on the front-passenger-side tire.
Within an instant, with the tell-tale thumping from the front wheel well, she could tell that she had a flat tire. She cursed as she guided the van to the side of the road. The road was very narrow with very little discernible shoulder. The embankment sloped steeply down. Brush speckled the hill. Elizabeth couldn't see the bottom of the hill or how far down it was. She put the van in park and turned the key so that power was left to the vehicle, but the engine was no longer running. She screamed, banging the steering wheel with her fists. Dammit. She had known it was going to be one of those days.
But there were occasional biting comments that criticized the way Elizabeth handled things. Small, but pointed, remarks that one really had to pay attention to hear. But she always heard them and took them to heart. And of course there were the fights about money. Always about money. When the kids were not around, Elizabeth and Peter were either bickering about how the household was run or ignoring each other. When she really thought about it, it was almost worse when Peter was home. He loved the kids as best he could, and was great with them, but paid little attention to Elizabeth. It was one thing to sleep alone every night when your husband was away. It was quite another to sleep next to someone who refused to touch you. On the nights he even bothered to come upstairs to share her bed. She could not remember the last time they had had sex.
But Elizabeth didn't know how to define herself outside of the context of wife and mother. She knew she was not happy but could not see herself ever really making a move to leave Peter. She knew she didn't have the guts to do it. After all, in her experience, she was the one who was left, not the one who did the leaving. And her mother had assured her over and over that no one would want a divorced, middle-aged mother of two. She asked Peter to go for counseling in the past. His response was to laugh at her, telling her that she could go if she wanted, but he was perfectly fine the way he was. Agnes' advice on the situation was that Elizabeth should try harder to meet Peter's needs better. That was the job of a wife.
Elizabeth was failing as a wife and probably failing as a mother. She knew she had failed as a daughter, never able to live up to Agnes' high standards. No matter how hard Elizabeth tried, it seemed that she was doing nothing but failing. She tried to hold back the tears that accompanied this realization. The sky was quickly growing dark and sleet had started to fall. Elizabeth was thankful for her GPS, a voice in the darkness, telling her where to go. If only she had a GPS for her life.
It looked as though she had about forty-five minutes left before she would reach her destination. She was in a rather remote area with narrow, winding roads, and the houses were farther and farther apart. Often the houses were not even visible from the road, just dots of light peeking through the trees. The smell of wood burning stoves was permeating through the vents of the mini-van. Elizabeth was praying that a deer would not run out across the road. She had hit a deer when she was first married. Actually, the deer had hit her, but Peter never thought that way. She was so focused on watching out for a deer that she didn't see the very large pothole ahead and struck it square on the front-passenger-side tire.
Within an instant, with the tell-tale thumping from the front wheel well, she could tell that she had a flat tire. She cursed as she guided the van to the side of the road. The road was very narrow with very little discernible shoulder. The embankment sloped steeply down. Brush speckled the hill. Elizabeth couldn't see the bottom of the hill or how far down it was. She put the van in park and turned the key so that power was left to the vehicle, but the engine was no longer running. She screamed, banging the steering wheel with her fists. Dammit. She had known it was going to be one of those days.
My Book Review:
Through nine years of marriage, Elizabeth Zurlo has slowly lost her self-identity to the one of wife, mother, and teacher. Elizabeth feels like her chaotic life has swallowed her up, she desperately tries to balance the demands in her life, but she never gets a chance to breathe, leaving her burned out, empty, depressed, at the end of her rope, and seriously on the verge of losing it. With a failing marriage to an unfeeling and controlling man, to the always needy demands from her family and work, Elizabeth is resentful and feels disconnected from the world, she is on auto pilot and in survival mode. All Elizabeth wants is to feel beautiful, appreciated, alive, to be the woman she used to be so long ago.
Hold Her Down is an intriguing story about a woman who has lost her identity to her everyday life commitments and responsibilities. Author Kathryn R. Biel weaves a realistic tale that engages the reader to follow Elizabeth's journey as she struggles to maintain a balance in the daily grind of life while dealing with her self doubts and insecurities, which eventually leads her to rediscovering the woman who she used to be. While Elizabeth's story starts out slow with a painful and realistic look of her daily life, the author slowly gains momentum and takes the reader along for the ride as Elizabeth struggles to take control of her life, making changes that will lead her become a strong and independent woman.
Hold Her Down is a refreshing story of one woman's journey of self-discovery that every woman should read. It is a realistic story that any woman can relate to and sympathize with, ponder, find inspiration, and celebrate their true inner-selves and the women that they can be.
RATING: 4 STARS
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DeleteThanks for the great review! I'm so glad you liked the book. I truly appreciate the chance to write a guest post as well. It was a lot of fun!
ReplyDeleteHi Kathryn! Thank you for the opportunity to host your virtual book tour event. I really enjoyed reading Hold Her Down. :)
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