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Lightning in a Bottle by Gina Ardito is on virtual book tour. The contemporary romance stops at Readeropolis today with a guest post from the author.

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Already Fairly Known Secrets About Writing I’m Willing to Share

LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE is the 25th book I’ve written, my 21st published. Over the years, I’ve learned a lot about the business—and about myself. Here are a few fun facts about writers and publishing you probably know but haven’t heard from me before so I’m gonna put my own spin on them:

  • A writer is never “not writing.” Even when we’re asleep, we’re dreaming up plot twists and how to get our characters out of the hole we just shoved them into. We write blog posts, website content, blurbs, clever social media posts, and promo ads. Oh! And occasionally, we churn out a story or two.
  • Some writers plot, some throw themselves into the abyss, some do a combination of both. Some can’t even tell you how they do it; they just sit down and do it. Who cares? The trick is finding your process and making it your bitch.
  • While writers disagree on the existence of writer’s block, we all pretty much admit that a period of time dedicated to rest, reading, and rejuvenation is absolutely essential after finishing a difficult scene or typing “The End.” Without that break, we drain the creative well (which, if you ask me, is a fancy euphemism for writer’s block).
  • There are four moods authors go through when writing a book. It doesn’t matter if it’s our first book or our fifty-first book. In the beginning, we’re in love with our characters, the process, and every minute we spend writing. Somewhere around Chapter Four, give or take a chapter, doubt creeps in and we wonder how we ever thought we could do this. At about the midway point, we become determined to plod through this mess, no matter how bad it is. Once we see the end in sight, we’re relieved we survived the experience and hey! This story’s really good after all. Then we begin the edit process, and go through the four moods all over again.
  • Publishing is hard. And for indies, it’s expensive. We buy our own cover art, pay for editors and formatters, foot the bill for marketing. Most of us will never recoup the amount of money we invest to get our books out in the world. So why do we do it? Because for us, writing is like breathing. If we stop, we die.  
  • We thrive on every kind word, every good review, every piece of fan mail, and every time a reader comes to see us at an event or appearance. If writing is breathing, those moments are our nourishment. Feed us as often as you can, and we’ll flourish.
  • Most of us were the people watchers, the wallflowers in the back of the room at parties and the geeks of our high school. We’re sensitive souls, no matter how we seem in public, and too much buzz can seriously mess with our heads. I have to psyche myself to leave my hotel room at every event and often return to my lonely room after a few hours to regroup, shed the excess energy I’ve absorbed around so many people, and be alone for a while. It’s my recharging time. It doesn’t mean I don’t love my fans. I do. And I love meeting them. But inside my soul, the shy teenager who was never popular in high school is terrified she’s going to make an idiot of herself in some spectacular public way.

Lightning in a Bottle
by Gina Ardito
Genre: Contemporary Romance

After suffering through a humiliating divorce in New York, Bo McKenzie is out of luck, money, and patience. Arriving in Silverton, Texas, she’s bet her last dime on the launch of her craft brewery to get her life back on track. Despite her vow to stay focused solely on the beer business, one man manages to capture her heart. Can she trust him?

Drew Garwood’s one true love has always been serving the legal needs of his neighbors. His greatest trouble is keeping his brother on the right side of the law. When Bo McKenzie sweeps into town, she rouses his passion and provides the spark his life has been missing. Whatever happened before she came to Silverton has left her guarded and suspicious. Can he break down her defenses?

As the two struggle to rein in their wild attraction, secrets and greed could destroy the brewery and force Bo out of town for good – unless Drew can find a way to convince her to stay. 

I kill houseplants. There. Now you know one of my greatest shames. I'm not boasting. I just figure that if you're reading this, you're looking for more than how wonderful life is as a writer. You get enough of that elsewhere. Ditto for political rants, how to lose thirty pounds in a week, and creating gorgeous crafts with nothing more than twine and soup cans. My goal is to connect with you, dear reader, even if you're not a writer, not a New Yorker, not a mother, not a female. We're human (unless one of us is a spambot), and what we have in common is flaws. So here are a few more of mine:

I sing all the time. I sing songs most people don't know--jingles from television, crazy stuff I used to listen to on Dr. Demento, Broadway and movie soundtracks, and I can even bum-bum-bum through instrumental music. I sing in the car. In the shower. While I'm grocery shopping. And I headbop while I sing. When I'm not singing, I talk to myself. Just ignore me and move on. You get used to it after a while.

I don't eat my vegetables. Seriously. I only started eating salad about ten years ago, but I'd still rather have a cookie.

Given the option, I would live in a mall where I would never have to worry about freezing temperatures or too much sun. I'm extremely fair-skinned and could burn under a 60-watt light bulb.

I can't sleep without background noise so the television's on all night. If it's too dark and too quiet, all I have are my thoughts. And even *I* don't want to be alone with my thoughts.

Don't ask me to Zumba, line dance, or march in the parade. I have absolutely no rhythm.

I color outside the lines. Not because I'm a rebel, but because I suck as an artist. My artistic ability is limited to being able to draw Snoopy sleeping on his doghouse. And I don't even draw that well.

Regrets. I have more than a few.

My favorite activity is sleep, and I'm pretty good at it. I don't clock a lot of hours, but I can powernap like a Persian cat and rejuvenate within ten minutes.

I consider shopping and dining out excellent therapy for anything wrong in my life.

My feet are always cold. Always. My husband of more than a quarter century claims it's because I'm an alien sent to Earth to destroy him. (He might be right about that.)

Coming to my house for a visit? Unless you've given me plenty of advance notice, be prepared. My floor will not be vacuumed, there will be dishes in my sink, and I only make my bed when I change the sheets once a week (I'm climbing back into it ASAP. Why make it?) Housecleaning is not high on my priority list. Okay, to be totally honest, it's not on the list at all.

I can resist anything...except ice cream.

Since this is our first date, I figure I've revealed enough secrets for now. But if you've read this bio and think I might be the author for you, pick up one of my books or stalk my website.

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