This week I am delighted to have a slice of cake with author Jane Risdon.
Following a career in the international music business, Jane has turned her attention to a lifelong ambition–writing full time. Jane fills her days writing and concentrating on developing her own career instead of those of the recording artists, songwriters, and record producers, whose careers filled her every waking moment for decades.Over the past 11 years, Jane has been published in numerous anthologies, online and print newsletters, and magazines, including Writing Magazine and Writers and Readers’ Magazine. She also writes articles as well as short stories and flash fiction.
Jane is a regular guest author on global internet radio shows including The Authors Show, Chat and Spin Radio, and The Brian ‘the Hammer’ Jackson Radio Show.
Jane enjoys history, science, and astronomy, and adores walking. Photography is a passion, as well as a host of other interests. When she is not writing Jane can often be found out and about with her camera photographing places of interest, such as our beautiful English countryside, villages, churches, cathedrals, and our wonderful stately homes and gardens–which she often blogs about and calls them her ‘jollies.’
What kind of books do you write?
Hello Claire, thanks so much for hosting me on A Slice of Cake today. I am delighted to be here, and I hope your readers enjoy my interview.
I don’t confine myself to writing in one genre; I’ve written in many, although anyone following me will know that I have a favourite and I tend to stick to that mostly. I am fortunate in that I can turn my hand to most genres when the story dictates.
Can you describe your writing why?
My motivation comes from spending many years working in the international music business, and before that, working in the Civil Service, at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in Whitehall, London.
Throughout both careers I encountered some very interesting characters and experienced some — what I call — ‘out there,’ moments, and having been an avid reader all my life who has always wanted to write, I just knew that some of my adventures had to be written about before I forgot them.
The international music and movie business is a fantastic place to uncover stories of crime, corruption, and power with larger-than-life characters running everything. You must be in it to see it. Anyone really interested can seek out books written about the various shenanigans in Hollywood and about those who had to take the ‘Fifth’ to avoid jail, not to mention those whose careers were ruined if they put a foot wrong.
Working at the Foreign and Commonwealth at the height of the Cold War, afforded my young self so much experience and opportunity to discover how the diplomatic service works, and how embassies around the world are a hotbed of spies. I was fortunate enough to meet and be regularly vetted by the Special Branch Commander who tracked and arrested the infamous husband and wife Soviet spies, the Krugers, who were part of the Portland Spy Ring in the early 1960s; he used to tell me about his work and conquests. All this — and many other events — were a wonderful opportunity for someone who wanted to become an author one day.
Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most
Sharing a favourite paragraph from a book I enjoyed writing the most is a challenge. I love all my books and paragraphs I have written; I am sure all your interviewees say that!
However, this one is a particular favourite: it is from Renza’s Diary, September 12th, 1969, from the novel, Only One Woman, which I co-wrote with Christina Jones. Renza and Isolde went to see Hair in Essen, Germany…
Poor Isolde nearly passed away in shock when the cast of men decided to walk across our seats from the stage, naked as the day they were born. I had to laugh at her poor face. I’d been half-expecting it having heard all about it in England last year. But no one prepared us for the live sex on stage. I’ve never been so interested in my own shoes for years. She sat and giggled, hanging on to my arm as I gazed steadfastly at my shoes, tears of laughter and embarrassment washing my black eyeliner down my cheeks. She kept nattering away in German as she tried not to look. I hadn’t a clue what she was saying but laughter is laughter in any language, and both of us were doubled up. How we didn’t get chucked out I’ve no idea. Everyone kept telling us to shhh!
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