This week I am delighted to have a slice of cake with author Amanda Brittany.
Amanda is the best-selling author of five psychological crime thrillers. Her debut, Her Last Lie, has raised almost £8700 for Cancer Research UK from her eBook royalties, in memory of her sister.Amanda lives in Hertfordshire with her husband and cute dog. When she's not writing, she loves spending time with her family and friends, walking her dog, reading & sunny days. She also writes psychological suspense novels with Karen Clarke.
What kind of books do you write?
All my novels are dark, twisty, and creepy. My main character is always a woman, often with issues to resolve in her present-day life and something in the past that puts her in danger in the present. A final twist that will hopefully surprise the reader is a must in my novels.
Can you describe your writing why?
I have loved writing since I was a child, but it was only after a serious car crash that I decided if I was going to attempt to write a novel the time had to be now.
I find writing therapeutic and love the process of the first draft where I get to know my characters.
However, some days my writing mojo vanishes, or the thought of structural edits feels daunting, and those are the times that my writer friends motivate me. Without the support and friendship of other writers, who have shared my ups and downs and I theirs, I would never have written seven novels.
Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most
The Island House is mainly seen through a young woman called Alice’s eyes, but it also shines a light on a handful of other characters, one being a child called Tiger, who I absolutely loved writing.
‘I can’t hear anything, sweetie,’ Aunt Verity says, bending down and stroking my cheek. She says this every time I ask her about the tap, tap, tap. ‘You’re imagining things again, Tiger. You have a good imagination, just like your daddy.’
I like it when she says I’m like my daddy.
Maybe it’s the puppets in the attic, I nearly say. But I know I can’t say that because Aunt Verity doesn’t know I go up there to see my puppet friends, and, if she did, she might be cross, and take away the key.
The noise gets louder. Why can’t she hear it?
‘Dinner will be ready in an hour, darling.’ She leaves the room with a wave. ‘I’m going to have a little drink now.’
Tap, tap, tap.
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