I’m honored to be featured on the Kiss of Death Facebook page today. Kiss of Death is the Romantic Suspense writers chapter of the R.W.A. I haven’t a clue how to link it to my blog, so I’m going to be old fashioned and cut and paste it. I was interviewed by Misty Dietz. The interview follows the logo:
On her website, today’s featured KODer – Jo-Ann Carson – has this to say about herself: “I was born on Friday the thirteenth, upside down, and a wee bit sideways, which may explain a few things. I grew up in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, but I have lived on the west coast for years carrying on a love affair with snow-covered mountains, pristine rainforests, and long beaches on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.”
Isn’t that LOVELY? Jo-Ann has a beautifully moody website (http://www.jo-anncarson.com/) as well as a thoughtful and well-written blog.
Please welcome Jo-Ann!
1. If you could own any vehicle what would it be? And why?
I’m trying to get away from vehicles as much as possible. We’ve chosen to live in the middle of town, so we can walk to most places that we need to go. If I wanted to get a new vehicle, though, it would be something electric or hybrid. I suppose a fancy Lexus would do. But, I’d rather walk.
2. What do you do to pick yourself up when faced with disappointment?
I like a deep hot bath with chocolate on the side, followed by a hug from my strong man.
3. What are you most proud of?
Finalling in the Daphne. Oh wait…I was supposed to say my children …or my grandchildren…or…. Heck, it’s the Daphne.
4. What do you have an irrational fear of/about?
Heights — but it’s rational. When I was five and playing war with my older brother and his friends I walked backwards and fell through a hole in the loft of a barn. …I’ve never been the same.
5. I write the first 3 sentences, you write the next 5…
Daphne crouched beside the bushes clustered along the mansion gates. “Knock it off, you’ll set off the alarms!” she whispered. Suddenly the clouds dampened the glow of the moon, and a dark figure thrust something cold and unyielding against her temple…
Memories of her dark forbidden past washed over her. Sweat trickled down her neck. NO, Hell no, I don’t want to go back. Blood dripped from the cuts on the palm of her clenched hand.
Why can’t he let me go?
A dark cloaked figure stood before her, his hand outstretched reaching for her. “It’s time.”