Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Meet Lindy Zart, Sara, and Lincoln

I promised you all you would get to meet this incredible woman, and I am here now to deliver!  With no further ado, here is the About the Author portion of our evening.

 Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child.  Luckily for her readers, she writing has improved since then.  She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons, and one cat.  Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work.

That's the official one.  Mine would say:  Lindy is this bad a$$ chick who writes freaking awesome books, and is like my drug dealer.  I can barely wait for the next fix!  But hey, that's just me.  Wanna know where else to find her?  Yes?  I'll post all of those links at the bottom, as I did in the post before for the Amazon links! Next up are those excerpts and blurb I said I'd give you!  Here we go!

Excerpt #1:

     The door burst open and Sara reflexively slammed the drawer shut, whirling around to face the intruder, her pulse racing.  How had he gotten there so fast?
They looked nothing alike.  Lincoln Walker was bigger, taller, with gray eyes and darker hair.  But when Sara looked at him, she saw his brother.  It was in the perpetually lowered eyebrows,  the square jaw, and the stance.  Lincoln was the moodier, easier to anger brother; her husband the more amiable, if slightly wild brother.  Nothing alike in personalities or looks, and yet she saw her husband in Lincoln.  Maybe because she wanted to.
     "What are you doing, Sara?" he demanded.
     "I'm--what are you doing?" she shot back.
      You look guilty."  Lincoln strode for her, not stopping until he was inches from her and looming over her.  Sara had to crane her neck back to meet his eyes, and when she did, she saw they were red-rimmed and bloodshot.  She took in the dark stubble of his jaw and the unkempt, shaggy hair he used to always keep short.  Shed never noticed before how it waved up around his ears on the nape of his neck.  Brackets had taken a place around his mouth and he seemed thinner than she remembered.  It was wearing on him, too.  
     "You can' just barge into my house, Lincoln."  Sara backed up a step and Lincoln followed.  He had on a gray hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans and brought the citrus and mint scent of soap and toothpaste with him.  It was all wrong.  Wrong man, wrong scent, wrong everything.  
     Lincoln had always been blunt, something Sara had admired  Now, though, she really wished he was quite so blunt.  This was why she had been avoiding him as much as she could.  Because she knew he'd do this.  He thought he had to look out for her, he thought it was his responsibility to take care of her for his brother.  On the phone he could talk to her and not expect anything, because he knew he wouldn't get anything; not even a response, but in person, Lincoln was agitated and pushed her and made demands; he always had.  They'd used to argue as a form of communication, something that ha forever irritated her husband.
     "You're one to talk.  You don't look much better."
     He opened his mouth, and then closed it.  "What happened on the phone?  You were there and then you weren't."  Lincoln's eyes went to the floor and he leaned down to pick up the beeping phone.  He turned it off and re-situated it on the wall before narrowing his flint-colored eyes on her.  "I miss him too, Sara, but at least I work.  At least I try to be normal.  I don't hide in my house and push everyone away.  You lost your husband, but I lost my brother."

Excerpt #2

     "Lincoln?" she called as she walked up the deck stairs, her tennis shoes thudding on the wood as she went.  She jerked to a stop, blinking at the murky form before her.  Sara's voice was slightly breathless as she asked, "What are you doing?  Are you okay?"
     Lincoln lifted his head, his features in shadow.  "Define 'okay'."
  "Are you injured?  Do you need to go to the doctor?"  Sara took a step closer to him, her heart beating a little too fast.
     "Nope.  Must be okay.  What are your thoughts on alcohol?" he asked evenly.
     "What?" she asked, dumbfounded by such a question.
     He sat back in the chair, clanking something on the table next to him.  Sara squinted her eyes at the clear bottle that looked disturbingly empty and then looked at him again.  He wore a white tee shirt that glowed in the dark and jeans.  He had to be cold, but he was strangely still.
     "Are you drunk?"
     "What does that mean, Sara?  Drunk?  What signifies one as drunk?  Slurring of words?  imbalance?  Large consumptions of alcohol?  If so, I am one for three."  He smirked.  Sara didn't know how she knew Lincoln was smirking with it being so dark out, but she did.  It was in his voice; slightly mocking and ow.  "You didn't answer me."
     Sara frowned at him, crossing her arms.  "What are my thoughts on alcohol?  It's okay.  In moderation.  I think you overachieved on the whole moderation thing."
     "I moderate.  I moderate my hand going up to my mouth and my hand going back to my lap.  Tel that isn't moderation."
     "Why are you doing this?"
     "Doing what?"
     She gestured toward the bottle.  "This.  Drinking.  You don't drink."
     "Clearly...I do."  Lincoln grabbed the bottle and tipped it up to his lips, tilting his head back to finish it off.
     Sara stared at him, knowing he was hurting and she was hurting because of it.  "Yo don't have to do this."
     Lincoln stood, carefully and slowly.  "Yes.  I do.  I'm drinking my sorrows away.  Isn't that what people do?
     "Not you."
     "Not usually," he corrected, leaning his hips against the wood railing of he deck and crossing his arms.
     Sara's arms dropped to her sides.  A burning need began inside her - no, that wasn't true - the burning need already inside her grew.  Her arms ached to wrap around him, her heart pounded at the thought of him being close to her.  Lincoln was too far away, physically and mentally.  Sara wanted to bring him back to her, but she didn't have the right.
     "I never was a big drinker.  I think I've found the error of my ways."
     "Going to turn into an alcoholic now, are you?" she asked quietly, her stomach knotting.  Everything was wrong; his words, hes behavior.  None of it was Lincoln.
     "Why not?  What have I got to lose?"  His eyes, previously hidden in the dark, sparked with silver fire as the trailed up and down her face.  Not you, those eyes said.

See, see????  You wanna read it now, don't you?  Now, for the interview.  I haven't the foggiest idea how to give an interview, but I gave it my best shot, so please don't be too overly critical.

Me:      We all know that I haven't got a bleeding clue what I'm doing here, so let's dive right in, shall we?  I have 3 fan questions for you before I begin my own shot-in-the-dark attempt!   Here's the first fan query, from Julie Harrington: How much does a story consume you when you're working on it or about to start on it

Lindy Zart:      Pretty much it's all I think about. When I'm not in front of the computer, i'm wishing I was. I write notes on random pieces of paper, grocery lists, the back of the check book even. I'll get a sudden idea while I'm washing the dishes or driving or whatever else you can think of that has NOTHING to do with a book. When I'm inspired, I'm in The Writing Zone.

Me:     Haha, your books do that to me, that's why I generally HAVE to finish them in one sitting. Then there's the book hangover...when I can't stop thinking of Finlay...ANYWAY! Next fan question is From Sally Slayer: What is an absolute necessity for her when writing (other than computer or pen and paper lol).
Lindy:     COFFEE...and music...and of course, QUIET...I.E. No kids (or rather, tuning out the kiddies! Hmm. Maybe I should say this. Eh.)

Me:     Okay, 3rd and final fan question, then it's my turn to grill you
From Jennifer Maynard (And I, Vals, wanna know this about a certain character myself!): does she ever fight with herself over the fate of a character?

Lindy:     In one word: Yes. But of course I can't leave it at that! I fight with myself throughout the course of a book on what should happen to the character and if I made the right decision and if I should change it. I go with what calls out to me the most, and then, I must live with it. Or write a sequel. Whichever.

Me:     Lol good to knowOkay, now for my questions! I don't know if these are the kinds of questions to ask for this, but here goes nothin'! Are there any particular writers who inspired you early in life to become an author, or influenced the way you write?
Lindy:     Answer: Um...no. That sounded like a trick question. Ha ha. I started writing when I was around the age of 12 and I don't even know what made me decide to put my thoughts and feelings into words. I guess because it was cathartic; an outlet for me. There are a lot of authors I love, but none that made me want to write and none that I wanted to write like. Well, except for me.

Me:     Good answer! It wasn't a trick though haha. I meant more like, who got you to realize the beauty of words, or something poetic like that hehehe Okay, NEXT!
What do you do when you hit a wall and get major writers block?

Lindy:     I've never had writer's block. What I've had is a scene or a character that isn't meshing, so I have to sit back, take a break, and think about what I want to do with the character or where I want a scene to go. Then I'm back in The Writing Zone.

Me:     I so envy you. This is why you're the most awesomest chick...yes, that's a word! It is now, anyway! Do you draw inspiration for your wonderful characters from people in your life? Don’t worry, you don’t have to give specifics!

Lindy:     I use that word all the time! It so exists!

Me:     It does! Anyone who says otherwise can kiss my patootie.

Lindy:     Answer: A little bit, yes. A habit of someone I know might be put into a character of a book of mine. I don't do this a lot, but sometimes something about a character could be traced back to someone I know. I kept it vague; can't have anyone sueing me. Sueing? Suing?

Me:     Eh....I'm not sure how it goes! Brain...melting....I think it's suing, it doesn't get the red squiggle line hahahahaha!!! I always thought it was sweet when friends were included in some small way in books.  On to the next!  I’m sure that each of your novels are special to you in their own way, so what makes Take Care, Sara special to you?   You should know that as I put each question, I'm totally using a professional interviewer voice

Lindy:     Lol. Noted!  Take Care, Sara is SO special to me because I really, really had to dig deep into the emotions to write this. I even got a little weepy at certain parts and I am NOT the weepy sort. *sniff* I felt like I evolved more as a writer with this novel than with any of the others I've written in the past. I can even tell from my current WIP. It almost seems like I wasn't as confident in my writing before this as I am now. I KNOW how I need to write, for me, and I'm okay with the way that is.  Is that what you meant?

Me:     Yes! Great answer! You're still going to write an Ordinary sequel, right?????? That's not an interview question, it's a follow up question lol!

Lindy:     YES! I am SO behind on what I need to write! Two Ordinarys, one Charmed, my current WIP, and I think I might write a sequel to my WIP.

Me:     Wow! Two Ordinarys?? SQUEEEEEEE! And another Charmed??? Double SQUEEEE!!!
Okay, two left! This one should be easy hehehehehe. Who is your favorite stalker???? At least for the duration of the interview?

Lindy:     Without hesitation, my favorite stalker is Valari 'Vals' Roberts! Forever and always.

Me:     YAAAAAAY!!!! I win, I win!!!!!!!! Okay, and the last: Is there anything you would like to add for our readers today? Anything you want to say at all. As little or as much, doesn't matter.

Lindy:     If it weren't for readers, there would be no one to read what writers write. So, thank you. Of course, if it weren't for writers, there would be nothing for readers to read, so...it's a win/win situation. Im going to stop now. Peace out.

Me:     Well said. Thanks you for humoring me!  

Okay folks, as soon as possible, get your hiney's in gear and grab your copy of Take Care, Sara!    One of the best books I have ever read.  Not just this year, this millennium even, but EVER.  Don't forget to check out the rafflecopter (there's a tab for it up top).  We hope you have enjoyed my terrible attempt at doing an interview, and have a great day!  Be sure to check out Lindy Zart, Author Page to find out where she'll be stopping next for her blog tour.  Thank you, my favorite stalkee, for giving my pitiful blog a chance!  Had fun with the interview, and I hope you did, too!  Don't forget, links to her books are in today's earlier post, links to her pages are below, and remember to enter both rafflecopters from the above tab!  Until we meet again, I bid you all a fond farewell.


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