Monday, March 12, 2012

An inside look at Angela Scavone

Hello Angela and welcome to That’s What She Said. Why don’t we begin by having you tell the readers about yourself.

Thank you so much for having me!! Im a light-hearted people person, who likes to laugh at every chance I can get. When my three little dogs arent keeping me busy they are keeping my feet warm while Im writing.
I see you work for the Board of Education in Ottawa. It’s a lovely city.  How much of where you live and where you work goes into your books?
Not much actually, I use aspects of different people and places and use them in a fictional place.
Your Bio says you have three dogs. I’m an animal lover as well.  What type of dogs do you have, how long have you had them and what are their names?
I have three Pomeranians, yes three, and because of them I no longer need a door bell J. Chester is nine and the twins, Brady and Rusty, are three. I used to also have Bear and TJ but they passed away three years ago, six months apart, of heart issues, each one a day before their eighth birthdays. I waited a whole three weeks before finding Brady and Rusty and bringing the little fur balls home. I had sworn I would never get another dog but Chester was so sad and depressed his health started to decline and I was afraid we would lose him too, so of course I had to bring him home some more friends J
You’re an avid reader. What sort of books do you read? What are you reading right now?
I like all kinds of books, ones that make me think and especially laugh. Right now I’m in the middle of the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich, these books are hysterical and entertaining. 
Do you have anything on the go right now? If so, tell the readers about it.
My latest project is a story about a woman officer in the military whose sole job is to go overseas to pick up the bodies of military men and women.  The trips start to become dangerous and she is forced to have a partner go with her on the missions to pick up the bodies.  Much to her regret she is partnered with her ex husband.  There are funny parts to the story as well as parts that make you think about life and what’s really important. 
Where do your ideas come from? Dreams.  My dreams tend to play out like movies, very colorful and detailed. As long as I can remember them when I wake up, I will grab the notepad by my bed and start writing out some of the details before they are lost. I, also, have a little quirk in my dreams that I will dream of a place and then several days, weeks or even years later I will come upon that place in reality.  It really creeps some of my friends and family out, when we will travel somewhere we have never been before and I say “Oh I dreamt of this place” then I start describing the road and the kind of houses and buildings that we are going to see along the way, then we see all the things I’ve described.  I tend to use the places that I remember in my stories.

Let’s have some fun:
What is your favourite song? Wow! Great question! I love so many I couldn’t pick just one.
What was your favourite toy as a child?  Cabbage patch kids! They were my favourite! I had three of them!
What is your favourite food?  My favourite food I can eat is oatmeal (yes oatmeal J), favourite food I can’t eat (because of an intolerance to dairy) would have to be pizza (with cheese), lasagna, ice cream, cheese cake, Doritos, Philadelphia cream cheese dips, bagel with cream cheese…seriously I could go on J
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate… no wait vanilla…no chocolate…no vanilla…no…ok I can’t decide that.
Boxer or Briefs? Boxers
Favourite color? Red
If you were the lead singer in a rock band. What would the name of your band be? The Princess and the peas.
The readers are excited to hear about your story. Please share the blurb and excerpt from your latest release.

The blurb

 Fairytales don’t always work out the way you plan.

Jenn Taylor has been with her husband, Jack, since they were in college. They had a fairytale life plan. They were going to finish college, get married, and have three perfect children all two and a half years apart.

Before they knew it, the three perfect children become four not-so-perfect children. They find themselves so busy keeping a handle on work and children, they don’t have the time or energy to keep the spark of romance in their marriage.

Jenn complains to her friends, who suggest she should recreate some of the scenes from her much loved romance novels and surprise her husband.

All the while, she is trying to contend with three boys who do not know how to stay out of trouble and an environmentally and socially conscious daughter who is trying to become a vegan.

Is her marriage doomed to stay in a rut forever? Will she finally succeed in bringing the romance back? Or will she end up permanently injuring her husband with all the romantic scene mishaps?

Saturday May 28,  
Blog entry one
Oh my, last night so did NOT work!
Hi Guys, I know this isn’t how a blog is supposed to work, but since it’s only the three of you reading it, plus Momby the way, thanks for that JoleneI thought I would personalize it a bit more. So last night I set the scene, the candles, the wine, the fire. I had my sexy new black dress on, and I met him at the door when he arrived.
Jack came in the door and he seemed startled to see me standing there. I gave him a glass of wine, then took his briefcase and put it beside the staircase.
“What’s all this?” he asked, and I told him that the children were at my parents and we were going to have a romantic evening. He was completely onboard. We sat on the blanket on the floor, in front of the fire, drinking wine and talking about our day. It was very nice and very romantic, with the fire and all the candles going. I told him the lasagna was in the oven and that it would be ready whenever we were hungry. He said he was starving, so I jumped up to go get the plates of lasagna and salad and I knocked the red wine all over the blanket. He jumped up to use some napkins to clean it up, and he slipped on the blanket and fell on his back. I grabbed at the napkins in his hand to wipe up the spilt red wine before it leaked into the carpet. When the red wine was cleaned up, I went to the kitchen and brought out the lasagna and salad. We sat on the, now wet, blanket in front of the fire and ate dinner. We fed each other and drank wine together; really, we just enjoyed each other’s company.
After dinner, we were sitting there, gazing at the fire, and I was leaning against him and he had his arms around me. It was wonderful.
Suddenly he said, “Honey, I can’t take this heat anymore. Can we please douse the fire?”
“Oh, but it’s so beautiful,” I said, a little sad, and then I turned and looked at him.
He was seriously sweating. I mean pouring down his face, shirt soaked kind of sweating.
“Oh my God! Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
“No, I’m super hot. I understand this is really beautiful and really nice, but Jen it’s ninety-five degrees outside and almost one hundred and twenty degrees in here. Can we please lose the fire?”
Jack then got up and put his hand out for me to grab to help me up. His hand was so sweaty that when I put my full weight on him to stand, my hand slipped out of his, and I fell forward, toward the coffee table. As you know, the coffee table is a perfect 48-inch by 48-inch square. Well, I had put about ten candles on the coffee table to ‘enhance the mood.’ When I fell, I hit about five of them, and they knocked into the other five. All ten candles hit the floor in different spots. We both dove to grab them all before the carpet caught fire and the house burned down. I dove to the right side of the table, and he went to the left. I blew out all the candles before I picked them up, and he put them out with his hand and threw them back on the table. When we had them all out and back on the table, we stared at the carpet, our newly-installed white carpet, and the ten little burn marks where all the candles had hit the floor.
“Oh, well,” Jack said with a hint of a smile around his lips. “The kids were going to ruin it anyway.” We both burst out laughing.
We doused the fire, the one in the fireplace, and then went to do the dishes in the kitchen. Jack and I cleaned up the kitchen together, which isn’t part of the scene in The Millionaire’s Mistress, but someone needed to clean it. We then went back to the living room and sat on the couch, this time with only one candle burning. We sat there talking about what we were going to do this weekendby the way, Mom, Jack is totally good for swimming and BBQ tonightand what was happening at his work. We sat in silence for a little while, my head on Jack’s shoulder, enjoying each other’s company. I kept thinking this was it, this is when The Millionaire’s Mistress scene is going to start. This was going to put Tuesday nights to shame. I raised my head up to give him a steamy kiss, to basically let him know ‘it was on,’ and he was asleep. Yes, you read that correctly. He was sleeping. S.l.e.e.p.i.n.g.
I smacked him on the top of the head.
“What did you do that for?” He woke up with a shocked expression on his face.
“Why are you sleeping?” I was on my feet by this point.
“Because I just worked a sixty-hour work week, and I’m exhausted. It’s after eleven. Do you know that?”
“Yes, I know that! I thought we were having a nice night, and we were going to make mad, passionate love, all night long, right here in the living room!”
Do you know what he said to me? Can you guys believe what he said to me?  He looked up at me, all confused, and said, “But it’s not Tuesday."

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Barb Babbage w/a B.J. Scott said...

Great Interview Angela. Wishing you many sales and the best of luck with future projects

Shelly Bell said...

I love oatmeal too! I eat it every morning for breakfast with a tbsp. of sugar free peanut butter and a banana. Loved your interview!