As An Author, What Scares Me the Most? – A Guest Post by Jayce Carter

I had thought about starting this off with a joke—something about how phone calls I don’t expect or having to wear pants terrifies me. While both of those things are true, though—and let’s not forget the horrors of having to decide if those I am not a robot test pictures are in the square or not—I figured, why not be more honest on this one?

I’ve spent lots of years talking to other writers, and I commonly hear how they are terrified of writers’ block. They’re afraid of having nothing to say or not saying it the right way. Those blank pages are what keeps them up at night, the fear that they won’t fill those pages with anything good. I’ve always felt odd, like I don’t quite belong, because it is the absolute opposite that haunts me.

I have too many stories I want to tell, too many characters I want to create and too many adventures and sorrows and triumphs than I could ever possibly write in one lifetime. I will only get so many years on this planet to create, to share the things I have to say, and I know, without a doubt, that I will run out of time long before I run out of material. Daily I come up with new ideas, with stories I want to write, with messages I want to create, and my list of some-day-stories grows ever longer.

Sometimes that gets to me, the reality that so much that I’ve thought about will go untold, that those stories will pass to nothing when I do, that they’ll fade away. I work a lot of hours, and some of what drives me is that knowledge, is my rushing to share everything I can before time runs out.

So it isn’t the blank page that scares me, but the story that never makes it to that page, the things I want to say that I’ll never have time to.

When people ask me how I write so much, how I sit down every morning at 5am to work no matter how I feel, I can only shrug. The thing that gets my ass in the chair, rain or shine, raring to go or exhausted, is a race against time and a desire to say all I can while I can.

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Excerpt:

Why was it that men walked out of quickies like some sort of victory lap, but women felt like we had whore tattooed across our foreheads?

Troy had already headed downstairs after dressing. He hadn’t said a lot, had regained a little of that distance he’d had before. I chalked that up to the awkwardness of the moment.

Besides, I had needed a moment to get myself ready. I’d cleaned up as best I could, using a tiny bit of the water Kase had left for me. No one wanted to walk while still sticky…

Still, as I went down the stairs, as all four sets of eyes swung toward me, I felt like each of them could see what I’d done.

They’ve all seen you naked. They’ve all been inside you. There isn’t much mystery.

My cheeks burned as I tucked my hair behind my ear and tried to look as if I didn’t care.

Men could screw everything that walked. Why not me?

No one spoke at first, and I had a moment of thinking everyone would pretend nothing happened. We didn’t need to address anything, right?

“So what did you think of a knot, shadow-girl? Always wanted to try it myself, but I’m a chicken.” Hunter paired the words with a grin so wide, he looked like some sort of jester.

So much for pretending…

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BLURB:

Lots of people have told me to go to hell—I guess they finally got their wish.

I’ve finally accepted the fact I might not be entirely human, so you’d think life could give me a minute. Instead, I find myself sucked into hell at Lucifer’s demand, and I realize death is even more complicated than my life was.

I’m still searching for how to stop the missing spirits before it’s too late, and with no suspects other than Lucifer, I have to survive hell—where everything wants to kill me—so I can confront the devil himself. Not even my love life can be simple, though. Troy is terrified of his werewolf side hurting me, Kase and Grant are lying to me, and Hunter is keeping his own secrets. I know better than to trust anyone, especially the men who have taken over my life.

Get to Lucifer’s Court, find out the truth about the missing spirits, figure out exactly what I am, and try not to die along the way. Oh, and don’t fall in love with the men who will for sure break my heart and possibly get me killed.

Easy enough, right?

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Publisher: https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=71321

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.

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