"A View To A Nerd"
by Chris Redding
Do you plot or do you write by the seat of your pants?
I used to be an avowed plotter, but I had more energy then. Now I find it harder to keep the story in my head so I plot it out loosely.
What do you know now that you are published that you didn’t know pre-published that you wish you knew?
I wish I had known that the publishing world would change so dramatically. I was published more than ten years ago the first time and I feel as if I’m on the same spot in the learning curve now as I was then. The curve had just gotten higher.
If you have a day job, what is it?
I’m also a fiction ghostwriter. It has taught me how to be more disciplined in my writing. I more prolific than I’ve ever been. I also have a job that I call my “get out of the house” job. I work part time at a winery. They pay me to talk to people, about wine. And I will be writing a trilogy that involves a winery next year. I’m looking forward to it.
What do you consider your strengths in terms of your writing?
My strength is dialogue. I listen to people around me all the time. Sounds strange, but you get the rhythm of how a conversation plays out. It isn’t always simple back and forth.
What’s your favourite quote?
Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. It’s John Lennon from a song he wrote for his son called Beautiful Boy. I’ve found it to be very true.
Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes her realize that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case. Unfortunately for him, she isn’t speaking until a series of events convinces her she needs protection especially when her biggest secret threatens to destroy both of their lives. This was originally published as A View to a Kilt.
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and two show rabbits. Her youngest son is a member of 4-H, hence the show rabbits.
Chris graduated from Penn State with a degree in Journalism and is still a diehard Nittany Lions fan. In fact, she bleeds Penn State Blue! Her dream is to get her Masters in Education degree and teach creative writing at Penn State.
Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills. She also dabbles in copywriting, including web content and product descriptions. When she isn’t writing, she works for a local winery.
“There’s a pack of reporters out there.”
Gazing past him out the two sets of glass doors, she saw the news vans. Damn. She bit her lip, glancing from him to the door. She sighed. “Is there another way out?”
He nodded and she found herself following the man. She took two steps, then stopped short. Am I crazy?
He turned to look at her.
“What? The other door is this way.”
“Who are you?”
He smiled and saluted. “Gus Macpherson, a friend of Lieutenant Bob Carnes.”
Her eyes narrowed, but he looked like the type of friend Bob might have. With his erect posture and constantly scanning eyes, “Cop” might well have been stamped on his forehead. She looked around the hallway then back at Gus. “If you touch me, I’ll scream.” Just in case she assessed him incorrectly.
He put his hands up. “These will not come anywhere near you.”
“Okay, lead on.”
He continued in the direction he had indicated earlier. Some part of her brain registered a nice butt in worn jeans. The thought went no further. The tall man led her through the emergency department, down a hallway to the Main Entrance.
She stopped by the door, arms crossed. “Won’t there be reporters, here?”
The redhead shook his head. “Take a look.”
No news vans.
“You’re right,” she said, but when she looked up the man had disappeared.