Former clinical psychologist turned author, Ann Gimpel is visiting today with her new Book and Series WITCH’S BOUNTY: The Witch Chronicles Book One. She’s touring with Bewitching Book Tours. Ann is a wonderful professional to have visit, I always welcome her guest posts! And her tourwide giveaway is fabulous!
I asked Ann to stop by and talk about the differences between her old job as a psychologist and being author, specifically the difference between clients and characters.
Thanks so much for inviting me back to Fangs, Wands, and Fairy Dust, and on April Fool’s Day too. Let’s see what mayhem we can create, eh?
The day this posts will be the day I return to the U.S. from over three weeks in Antarctica. My guess is I’ll be beat from long hours in an airplane, but my eyes, heart, and soul will be full of stars. Back when I worked a traditional job for a living, I never could have taken that kind of time away. Oh no, psychologists need to be front and center 24/7. It was hard to take any kind of vacation—for well over twenty years. For a while I was in a group practice with four other psychologists and we covered for one another, but that had its downsides too. When things aren’t going well, clients want their practitioner, not someone else, and I don’t blame them.
Life is indeed different now. I’ve traded clients for characters. While I always set my own schedule, I’m working longer hours now than I ever did when I was a therapist. In fact one of my current book dedications is to my husband. It reads something like: I’d like to raise a glass of fine old, Irish whiskey to my husband. He thought being married to a psychologist was hard, but that was before I became a writer.
There’s a lot of truth in that. I did a much better job leaving my clients at the office than I do leaving my characters in my study. Maybe it’s because they train you in school to develop and maintain appropriate client boundaries. Well, I never went to “author” school and so no one taught me how to walk away and leave my characters until my next writing session.
Characters aren’t like clients. They don’t behave nearly as well. Hell no, they don’t. They howl and wail piteously if I leave them in some untoward situation. They hassle me until I sit back down and write some more. And you should hear the ones I kill off. They may be dead in the book, but they never seem to die off in my head. Nope. They whine and complain about how the plot really should have gone a different direction.
Maybe when I’ve been an author for as long as I was a therapist, I’ll develop better socialized characters—assuming I live that long. Anyway, a girl can always dream!
Who have some of your favorite fictional characters been? Do you like the unpredictable ones? I’d love to know!
Here’s some information and an excerpt from Ann’s exciting new title WITCH’S BOUNTY!
The Witch Chronicles, Book 1
Release Date: 3/6/14
Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance
Word count: 63,000 words
A demon-stalking witch teams up with a Sidhe, but their combined power, never mind their love, may be too late to make a difference.
One of only three remaining demon-stalking witches, Colleen is almost the last of her kind. Along with her familiar, a changeling spirit, she was hoping for a few months of quiet, running a small magicians’ supply store in Fairbanks, Alaska. Peace isn’t in the cards, though. Demons are raising hell in Seattle. She’s on her way out the door to help, when a Sidhe shows up and demands she accompany him to northern England to quell a demon uprising there.
Duncan swallowed uneasy feelings when the Sidhe foisted demon containment off onto the witches two hundred years before. He’s annoyed when the Sidhe leader sends him to haul a witch across the Atlantic to bail them out. Until he sees the witch in question. Colleen is unquestionably the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. Strong and gutsy, too. When she refuses to come with him, because she’s needed in Seattle, he immediately offers his assistance. Anything to remain in her presence.
Colleen can’t believe how gorgeous the Sidhe is, but she doesn’t have time for such nonsense. She, Jenna, and Roz are the only hedge Earth has against being overrun by Hell’s minions. Even with help from a powerful magic wielder like Duncan, the odds aren’t good and the demons know it. Sensing victory is within their grasp, they close in for the kill.
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/9Dyrl06IANo
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About the Author:
Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.
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…The bells around the shop door clanged a discordant riot of notes. “Crap!” Jenna shot to her feet. “I should have locked the damned door.”
“Back to cat form.” Colleen flicked her fingers at Bubba, who shrank obligingly and slithered out of clothing, which puddled around him. She snatched up his shirt and pants and dropped them back into the canister.
“I say,” a strongly accented male voice called out. “Is anyone here?”
“I’ll take care of the Brit,” Colleen mouthed. “Take Bubba to the basement and practice.”
She got to her feet and stepped past the curtain. “Yes?” She gazed around the dimly lit store for their customer.
A tall, powerfully built man, wearing dark slacks and a dark turtleneck, strode toward her, a woolen greatcoat slung over one arm. His white-blond hair was drawn back into a queue. Arresting facial bones—sculpted cheeks, strong jaw, high forehead—captured her attention and stole her breath. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. Discerning green eyes zeroed in on her face, caught her gaze, and held it. Magic danced around him in a numinous shroud. Strong magic.
What was he?
And then she knew. Daoine Sidhe. The man had to be Sidhe royalty. No wonder he was so stunning it almost hurt to look at him.
Colleen held her ground. She placed her feet shoulder width apart and crossed her arms over her chest. “What can I help you with?”
Okay, so he knows who I am. Doesn’t mean a thing. He’s Sidhe. Could have plucked my name right out of my head. “That would be me. How can I help you?” she repeated, burying a desire to lick nervously at her lips.
“Time is short. I’ve been hunting you for a while now. Come closer, witch. We need to talk.”
Duncan Regis eyed the grim-faced woman standing in front of him. She was quite striking with such stunning bone structure—high cheekbones, square jaw—she could have been a runway model. Her unwavering pale blue eyes held his gaze. Dressed in brown wool slacks, a multicolored sweater, and scuffed leather boots, she had auburn curls that cascaded to waist level. A scattering of freckles coated her upturned nose. Her lips would have been full if they weren’t pursed into a hard line.
He knew he was staring, but couldn’t help himself. Colleen was tall for a woman, close to six feet, with well-defined shoulders, generous breasts, and a slender waist that flared to trim hips. He smelled her apprehension and was pleased she was able to cloak it so well with the defiant angle of her chin and the challenge in her icy stare.
Despite his earlier command, she didn’t move. Annoyance coiled in his gut. He could summon magic and force her, but he wanted—no, make that needed—her cooperation. Compulsion spells had a way of engendering lingering resentments. He smiled, but it felt fake so he gave it up. “I like women with spirit, but I’m used to being obeyed.”
She frowned and tilted her chin another notch. “I’ll just bet you are. I’m not coming one angstrom closer until you tell me why a Sidhe is hunting for me.”