Monday, February 24, 2014

In The Hot Seat With H.C is author Willow West

Welcome Willow West   can you tell my readers a little about you?            

Willow West is a contemporary author. She likes to write about strong female characters engaging in titillating activities. Willow likes the slightly unconventional and reminds us that not all heroes and heroines are perfect. Willow writes and works as a copywriter. She lives in with six children in a house that is full of love. If she could write anywhere, it would be in a breezy attic overlooking the ocean.

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
M.I.L.F. is my first book. It tells of carries, a financially struggling widow who finds herself making an income by selling sex. Her appeal to her daughter’s handsome young friend leads her on a journey of hilarious misdemeanours.
I like to write modern books that many not conform to the tradition love stories that I, along with many, also like to read

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
I work full time and have six children in my care. I also write part-time for a web design company so neither really applies. I write on the rare occasions that I have nothing else to do!

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
No, I really should but I have to just get started. I wrote and write until my ideas are spent and then I re-read and make notes at the bottom of where the story will go next. I then give it to my friend to read. She suggests places where I could add bits in. I t works for me!

Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?
Hard to say as this is my first book sand there isn’t really a hero. There is a messy father/son love triangle and I ended up not sure who I wanted Clara to be with. I actually wrote three endings and wildly disagreed with everyone about which one I was going to use. I even toyed with a multi-choice ending where the reader decided...(You’ll have to read it to see which one won.)
Q. Coffee or tea?
Depends what time of day; tea for breakfast and at 4 pm then coffee for elevenses and before I go to bed.
Q. Beach or countryside?
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
So far, the story was mainly set in a house, although court was featured at the end. Watch this space!

Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
It just comes to me. I do a lot of talking with my critical friend so much so that she often feels as if she has read the whole book before I even hand it to her!

Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
Yes, send the kids to Timbuktu and win the lottery!

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I have been very lucky that I had a contract not too long after I started writing,. Since then, I have had every book I have written signed by SteameReads. I am very blessed in this regard. I cannot stress enough the need to have a critical friend read your work. They often pick up things that can improve your work and give it that polish. Don’t be in too much of a hurry to submit. Sit on the book for a while, start another then re-read. Be honest with yourself. Is it a book you would enjoy?

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
I like all sorts of books. At the moment I am trying to get through all the books by my Facebook writer friends. I know many of them have read some of my other books in my fantasy genre (Loretta Laird) so I try to return the favour. I like fantasy and romance best.

Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
I move between. Sometimes, I just have an urge to write one book or a new idea comes to me. At the moment I have four on the go.

Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
I suppose I do but it is more like when the muse stands no chance of getting a look in!

Q. What motivates you to write?
It is just something I feel I need to do. It is just natural to me to have my laptop open and be writing whenever I sit down.

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
Get it reviewed by a friend or friends then do some research about publishers. Make a few Facebook author buddies and ask around.
Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
M.I.L.F. was released last week so grab a copy. My Passer series by Loretta Laird is up to two out of three books. I have submitted book three and await my contract!

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
I love the Julie Walters movie about a brothel and one day I just imagined a lady who enjoyed sex offering it to help pay her mortgage and bills. I researched a couple of court cases from the UK and a story was born. I wanted Clara to just happen upon it really with the focus being on the comedy of it rather than the seediness.
Clara is a widow. She has a grown up daughter and she is alone with growing debts. One day, she discovers that her daughter's friend has always considered her a M.I.L.F. (Mother I'd Like to Fuck). One thing leads to another and she ends up fulfilling his youthful fantasy. Later on, his father suggests that she capitalize on the assets she has. Before long, she is entertaining as series of unusual men and releasing their hidden desires. A heart-warming and funny account of one woman's journey to make ends meet.

Dean was nineteen. He was working part-time in Clara's garden, doing odd jobs, and mowing and trimming some of the undergrowth that lay abandoned. He'd been friends with Frankie since school and when she'd left for university, he had kept coming to do the garden and any odd jobs that Clara had neither the time nor the inclination to do. Clara was not always home when he came over but when she was, she'd offer a cold drink or piece of cake and a chat about football scores or his latest nights out and parties.
One October day, the sun was concluding its daily journey through the sky and Dean had popped into Clara's kitchen for a cold drink and a chat. Clara liked to look at the young man. She felt guilty admitting it, but she did. He had an old soul and was happy to sit and chat with her, always interested in her latest editing project or news about Frankie. Clara had always hoped that something would develop between the two young people but it was not be.
“So what’s new with you?” Clara asked after Dean had gulped down a tall glass of iced water.
Dean’s sun-kissed cheeks reddened instantly and he looked from side-to-side around the room with an awkward air.
“Oh!” Clara said with a wisdom that comes to one with age and experience. “A matter of the heart, is it?”
Her gentle teasing extracted a muffled mumble about a girl that he'd met and who he was hoping to take things to 'the next level' with. Clara was delighted and urged him to tell her everything.
At this, his face dropped and he lowered his head down.
I just don't know about all that stuff,” he moaned. “You know...” he added with a desperate look in Clara's direction.
Sex,” she finished the sentence for him. “You mean you've never...never done it?” she asked in disbelief.
Dean was a quiet, well-mannered lad but she was sure, with all his talk of parties and drinking, he would have had some experience.
What about your friends?” she asked. “Don't you talk about it with them?”
Huh!” snorted Dean. “They're all talk! I just don't know where to start. I don't want to disappoint her, you know,” he added shyly.
Clara reached for the chilled bottle of white that she'd been saving for later on that night and poured herself a large glass. She indicated at the second glass with her eyes and received a nod in return. The glasses were large and the bottle dripped its dregs into Dean's frosted vessel. Clara took a long drink as she considered her options. She looked at the desperate looking young man before her and knew her next words could make all the difference to his confidence. Dean lived at home with his dad. His mum had left them when he was eight and he had no siblings. Martin, Dean's dad, had done a terrific job bringing up the lad but Clara could see why he may not be able to ask him for advice on girls. With Frankie away, she was the obvious choice. The wine had started to give Clara that familiar glow and her tongue loosened with its effects.
Girls,” she started, “will be impressed that you care enough about their needs.”
Dean flushed at this compliment and looked up at Clara; his dark eyes filled with gratitude. She leaned over to take his empty glass and prepared to open a second bottle. Dean reached out to help and their hands met as they both grasped the cylindrical object. Clara was shocked at the spark she felt and drew her hand away at once.

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