THE FANTASTIC BLOG HOP TOUR – Rachel Rueben
Our first stop on THE FANTASTIC BLOG HOP TOUR is with Rachel Rueben!
Rachel went to school to become an administrative assistant, but instead, wound up an author. In her defense, she tried freelance writing, virtual assisting, and blogging to pay the bills, but creating worlds was her one and only passion.
This past summer, Rachel celebrated the release of her first novel “Hag” which made it to #10 on the Amazon’s Women’s and Girl’s Literature list.
What is your story about?
My story “Hag” is about a girl who discovers her ex is gay through tragedy.
Where does your story take place?
My hometown, Cleveland, Ohio.
Is writing a natural talent, or did you take classes to hone your craft?
I can honestly say it was a learned skill. The people I grew up with were constantly telling tall tales. Mainly to get me to do what they wanted like; eat my veggies, go to bed, etc. I just started writing my lies down and selling them LOL!
Do you have a ritual when you write? (Special time of day, music etc.)
I like to write at night, but that’s hard to do now that I have to go to bed at night. My ritual consists of answering emails, blogging, and writing at least one scene of my book.
Do you write in multiple genres?
Yes, I’ve done nonfiction, children’s and now YA/fantasy.
Most people want to know, is writing really all that hard?
It can be if you choose a difficult topic. My newest book Eternal Bond took several years to write because I had no experience writing a novel. I made all the typical rookie mistakes; writing in first person, following trends, and not knowing much about the genre.
Do your family and friends read your work?
Only my aunt has read my book.
Have you ever had writers block and if so, how did you overcome it?
I’ve had it and I actually gave up and started freelancing, thinking I didn’t have what it takes to write novels.
Do you have an illustrator, or co-author, if so, who?
Who is your favorite author of all time?
Mark Twain, hands down.
Excerpt from Hag:
Before Audrey left the house, she went into the garage and grabbed a crow bar then went looking for Roddai. On a mission, she walked nearly a mile in the scorching summer heat to the rec center where he hung out. Searching all the activity rooms and even the indoor pool, she came up empty. Then just as she was about to leave, Audrey heard voices down the hall and went to investigate. Peeking around the corner, she saw Roddai talking with another kid. Wanting him all to herself she decided to lie in wait. Panting and sweating she rested her forehead on the cool wall waiting for him to appear. Annoyed, she stood there sweating and panting while they fooled around. Then without warning, they went outside, and began tagging a wall. One kept watch, while the other wrote. Just when she began to reconsider what she was doing, she heard a long silence. Curious, she peeked around the corner, and saw Roddai heading straight towards her. Wrapping her slender fingers tightly around the crowbar, she attacked as soon as he turned the corner.
“Wham!” She struck him first in the head and watched as he fell to the ground. Swinging wildly, she hit his knees as he tried to kick her and his arm, as he tried to defend himself. “Did you think I was your hag?” her screeching voice echoing down the hall. As he squirmed on the ground she said, “You know that phone you wanted? It’s gone fag boy!” then she kicked him in the ribs. Just when she was about to hit him again, Roddai grabbed a can of paint nearby and maced her with it. Shrieking as it burned her eyes, she quickly began using her sleeves to wipe it away. An just as Roddai tried to stand, a group of adults came running down the hall. They saw Roddai hobbling on one leg and Audrey holding a crowbar in her hand. When they asked what was going on, neither one of them said a word. Then one of the adults took the crowbar from Audrey and dragged her away while the others called police.
As the cuffs clicked around her wrists, Audrey turned and watched as medics put Roddai on a gurney. Satisfied, she cracked a smile. Though she hadn’t anticipated being arrested, it was still a good day. The officer asked her name which she provided and when he asked her what happened she immediately requested her parents. When she did that, he put her in the back of the squad car. Not some stupid criminal, Audrey knew better than to snitch on herself. She knew that Roddai wouldn’t talk, so she had a very good chance of getting out of this without going to jail.
The officer took Audrey downtown and cuffed her to an old office chair while they awaited her parents. She sat in that chair for nearly an hour before her parents showed up and when they did, they demanded to know what was going on. The officer chimed told them that she was being charged with assault. Looking at her face, they asked what happened, to which Audrey looked down and pitifully replied, “I got sprayed with some paint.” Outraged, they demanded Roddai also be arrested for assaulting their daughter. Fighting back laughter, the overweight officer said, “He was beat up pretty bad.”
“Serves him right!” her dad yelled slamming his fist on the desk.
Now that Audrey’s parents were there, the police began taking official statements from her. She was asked to recall what happened between her and Roddai. And since Audrey had over an hour of rehearsal time, she told them that she and Roddai got into an argument and things got out of control. Looking up at her expressionless he asked, “So where did the crowbar come from?” Throwing him under the bus, Audrey told him it belonged to Roddai. And although he didn’t believe her, he had no choice but to release her. It was just as Audrey suspected, Roddai didn’t talk, let alone press charges. He couldn’t.
To find out what Rachel is up to you can check out her new site at: http://www.rachelrueben.com
She continues to blog about her publishing journey at: http://www.writingbytheseatofmypants.com
You can also find Rachel on Twitter @RachelRueben
And catch her on Facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRachelRueben