Guest Post with Aimee Laine

A Day in the Life with Aimee Laine

On Facebook, there are those series of 6 images where a photo represents what a writer does, what society thinks a writer does, what a writer thinks they do, etc. to what they really do. There are these for photographers, scientists, musicians, etc. They are hilarious and so, so, so true.

However for me, life is a little different because I’m not a full time writer. I, like 95% of the writers of the world, can’t yet quit the day job.

Nor do I want to.

In fact, it’s the day job, it’s real life that inspires me to write. Real life balances me so my creative mind has more to digest, to mull over and to consider as fodder for fiction.

So if I have a “real” job as so many like to call it, how do I fit in writing? Any time I can.

Sometimes, it’s a few minutes before work, between taking one kid to school and taking two more to school. Sometimes, it’s at lunch when I should be stepping away from the computer. Other times, it’s after work, between shutting down for the day, taking a run with my husband and putting food on the table. I say putting literally. I don’t cook, so ... :)

Then there is the evening. After kids go to bed, during sometimes when I’m at the end and on weekends.

Now on weekend, I’m nowhere near as productive as I am during the week because I’ve actually lost my morning, noon and night routine. Go figure, huh? All the sudden I have 12+ hours I could write and what do I do?

Not write.

Luckily for me, I write fast and when I get to writing, can add 1500-2000 words in an hour easily, so over a month, if I actually sit for one hour a day, I can just about finish a novel.

 

And, even more luckily, I have an incredibly supportive family who gives me the time I need/want to write, to create, to be me—the writer—the author.

It’s all about working around the priorities, though the hurdles and in between ‘the real job’.

That, in a nutshell, is how I wrote Surrender.

 

Face the past or look to the future? Both will hurt. One could kill her.

 

All her life, Lily Crane has suppressed her childhood memories, masking the signs of abuse with a variety of looks. From brunette to blonde, tall to short — as a Mimic, changing shape is her gift. Her right. Her achilles heel.

It’s Lily’s latest likeness, chosen simply by accident, which threatens to repeat a history she’s desperate to forget. Worse, she must do so without the one man who takes all her pain away: Cael Aldridge.

Cael has no intention of leaving Lily on her own. He never has. Now, with the woman he loves in the hands of a predator who wants Lily for her genetics, Cael will do everything he can to bring her home.

Alive.

He can only pray he isn’t too late.