At ‘Meet The Authors’ this time, I am once again joined by author Carys Jones, on the last but one stop of a pretty exhausting Blog Tour promoting her latest release, ‘Dead Girls Can’t Lie’
There have been a wide assortment of excerpts, reviews and articles, promoted by a great circle of bloggers, so why not use the Blog Tour guide below to check a few of them out!
When North Stone’s best friend Kelly Orton is found hanging lifeless in a tree, North knows for certain it wasn’t suicide. Kelly had everything to live for – a loving boyfriend, a happy life, and most importantly of all, Kelly would never leave North all by herself.
The girls have been friends since childhood, devoted to each other, soul sisters, or at least that’s what North has always believed. But did Kelly feel the same way, or was she keeping secrets from her ‘best friend’ – deadly secrets…
When the police refuse to take North’s suspicions seriously, she sets out to investigate for herself. But her search soon takes her to a glamorous world with a seedy underbelly, and before long North is out of her depth and getting ever closer to danger. Determined to find the truth, she soon wishes that dead girls could lie, because the truth is too painful to believe…
Clicking on the book’s title will link you directly to its Goodreads page.
Hi! I’m CARYS JONES
John Green, Jodi Picoult and Virginia Andrews are among my favourite authors and when I am not writing, I like to indulge my inner geek by watching science- fiction films or playing video games.
I love nothing more than to write and create stories which ignite the reader’s imagination. To me, there is no greater feeling then when you lose yourself in a great story and it is that feeling of ultimate escapism which I try to bring to my books, drawing inspiration from more or less anything and everything.
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One of the questions I’m often asked with regards to my writing is whether I’m a plotter or a panster. I’ll admit that the first time the question was raised I had to google what panster even meant. And I can confirm that it is most definitely not me. I’m a plotter all the way and I live in a constant battle with my list.
At any one time I can have five or six notebooks on the go, each serving a different purpose. One can be to quickly scribble down phrases I like, another for just single words and a separate notebook for keeping track of my dreams. Also, when I’m reading a book I highlight passages and terms that I like and want to look back on for inspiration. My mad medley of scrawled gibberish comes together in my accumulated list.
The list is pretty basic at first glance; a stream of book titles with rough descriptions besides them (more thorough descriptions are stored in a specific notebook). Each time I finish a book I come back to my list and decide which idea I’d like to work on next. The issue I face is that the list is ever growing and there are only so many hours in the day. My lifetime wish is to one day finally beat my list but I’m a long way off that.
Its organised chaos but I’d be lost without my notebooks stuffed full of random annotations and words. Each strange thought or observation is eventually pulled together under the umbrella of a title once I start writing something new.
And lists don’t just dominate my writing life. I keep a schedule of meals for the week, can’t go shopping without a list. I admit that I perhaps have a problem but I like to feel organised, prepared. My list of future books is long which is a daunting but also exciting prospect. Looking at me reminds me of how much further I still need to go as a writer.
I wish I could sit at my laptop and just let the words take me away in a wistful manner but that’s never been my approach to writing. Before I even write the first sentence an entire manuscript is planned out, chapter by chapter, in its designated notebook. My notes are my blueprints and without them I don’t think anything I wrote would stand up on its own for very long.
So, which are you, a plotter or a panster?