Saturday, December 22, 2012

Blog Tour: Pinpoint by Sheila Mary Taylor (Giveaway)

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Welcome to The Wormhole and my day on the tour.
It is my pleasure to feature Sheila Mary Taylor and Pinpoint.

Sheila has joined us today!
Hi Beverley, Thank you very much for having me on your blog today. I’m so looking forward to chatting to you.

? When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I can honestly say that I haven’t the faintest idea when my wish to be a writer actually crystallized. I think it must have been way back in my youth in Cape Town, when I was less than ten years old and I used to write letters to my aunts in Scotland telling them everything I’d been doing and the letters were so thick that my mother could hardly get them into an envelope. I used to start writing novels in my teens but never showed them to anyone and I never even finished them. So it was only when my youngest son Andrew was diagnosed with teenage cancer that I felt compelled to write down everything about that most horrific and dramatic event, every little detail, and this became my first book – Count to Ten.

How many jobs did you have before you became a writer?
Not many, because I mostly lived with my husband in mining towns in African countries like Zambia, Tanzania and Ghana, where it was difficult for an expatriate woman to get a job. I was actually trained as a ballet dancer and also what was called in my youth, a Private Secretary. (One of the subjects was typing, and am I grateful for this now!) But if only I’d known then that what I really wanted to do was be an Editor. Which I am now for a publishing company in San Francisco called Taylor Street Books. (a coincidence that the name is the same as my maiden name, which is also my writing name.)

? How long does it take you to write a book?
That’s like asking me how long is a piece of string! Sometimes six months and sometimes six years. I wrote four romances and they took less than a year to write. (That’s one of my next projects: to rewrite them and publish as e-books). But Pinpoint was a very on-off journey and it was about six years and several re-writes before I felt it was ready for publication. Your readers might like to share the book trailer my granddaughter Katie did for Pinpoint. Uncannily she chose exactly the right music to evoke the nail-biting suspense of this psychological crime thriller:

? Do you have a routine that you use to get into the right frame of mind to write?
Not exactly. I’m not as organized as that. But I definitely find that if I stick to a more or less daily routine, the writing flows better than if I just pick it up when I feel like it. I mostly wake up at dawn and am up at sunrise, which right now is 05:30 in Cape Town. My brain is rested and ready then to let the words flow, and I just love the peace and quiet at that time of the morning with no phones ringing and nobody calling. I will usually write for at least three hours, and then at about four p.m. I start again and only stop when my husband Colin calls me for dinner. Yes, I’m very lucky. He is the cook! And an excellent one at that.

? Where do you get your ideas or inspiration for your characters?
They pop up from nowhere usually. Or I might come across a person or a situation that for some reason shoots a bolt of interest through me and I know that this is something I want to know more about. Writing for me is a journey of exploration. The more I need to find out about a character or a problem or a situation, the more I enjoy it.

? What books have most influenced your life?
Oh, Beverley, there are so many I wouldn’t know where to begin. I think in the last twenty years it has been the works of the Nobel Prize winner, J M Coetzee – also the two-times winner of the Booker Prize. It is his amazing capacity to write in as few words as possible and still get right to the core of a character that fascinates me. Another one that I have loved for as long as I can remember is The Mountain is Young by Han Suyin. I re-read this every couple of years and still love it. A romance in the grand sense of the word, set in wonderful Kathmandu in Nepal. Apart from being a breath-taking romance, it opened up a whole new world for me of adventure, intrigue and life. Another book of hers was made into a famous film – Love is a Many Splendored Thing.

? What is the first book you remember reading by yourself?
Something by a man called … I think it was Lewis Carrol – now I wonder if it could have been … Alice in Wonderland?  Centuries later I modified this and produced it for a children’s show for our amateur dramatic society in Zambia. Oh what fun we had doing that.

? What are you reading right now?
Re-reading Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier, one of my favorite authors.

? What do you like to do when you are not writing?
My leisure pursuits are very simple these days. I was a very keen golfer for many years, but sadly a back injury prevents me playing any more. But I walk on the beach every morning and I simply adore my twice weekly dance class, when we dance to anything from Mozart to Elvis. I often meet up with my friends for a coffee, and go as often as I can to the ballet or music concerts. A weekly visit to The Seven Seas Club in nearby Simon’s Town, where the South African naval base is situated, is where I let my hair down and talk to people from all walks of life. Wow, you can get plenty of ideas from these random chats.

? What is your favorite comfort food?
Need you ask? Chocolate, of course! I wish it wasn’t!

 ?What do you think makes a good story?
Something that is making a character terribly unhappy and somehow she must conquer this. Or anything where a character has an almost impossible goal and they must move heaven and earth to achieve this goal. I think every story must start with something insurmountable that must be overcome.

Fun random questions:   
·        dogs or cats?  Definitely dogs. They put their entire trust in you. How wonderful is that.
·        Coffee or tea? Neither, actually, since caffeine makes me want dance on table tops. So I drink decaf and a wonderful “tea” called Rooibos, which grows wild here in the Western Cape. It has no caffeine and hardly any tannin, and has wonderful healing properties.
·        Dark or milk chocolate? Dark, because there’s little or no fat in it and I would love to lose a few kilos. 
·        Rocks or flowers? Rocks are fascinating. I’ve made a kind of rock statue in my garden because shapes can be just as interesting as flowers.
·        Night or day? Ah, we work by day and we play at night!
·        Favorite color?  Coral pink because it’s so fresh and flattering
·        Pens or pencils? It used to be my gold fountain pen. Now it’s my Laptop!

More About the author:
Sheila Mary Taylor was born in Cape Town beneath the
towering slopes of Table Mountain. Her Scottish parents, both
serious academics and writers, despaired of her, as the things
that turned her on as a youngster seemed far removed from their
serious world of academia.

And no wonder. Cape Town was a distracting paradise to grow
up in: mountain climbing, surfing in the glistening waters of the
Indian Ocean, roller-skating, riding, hunting – and parties
galore. She did it all, although the thing she loved most was
dancing, and until she was twenty-three when she met Colin, her
husband-to-be, on a visit to the UK, she wanted to make ballet
her career. But having been surrounded by wall-to-wall books
from an early age, and listening to music almost non-stop as her father played his hi-fi classical
records so loud it was like having an orchestra in the house, was bound to have a belated
influence on her. Yet it was only much later that these two strong influences – combined with the
clock-ticking heartbreak of her youngest son Andrew being diagnosed with teenage cancer –
would change her life and kick-start her writing career.

Her plethora of unusual activities: jockey in amateur ladies’ races, exhibition roller skating
in night-clubs, a spell of acting and directing, secretary to a diplomat, creator and editor of a
dramatic society magazine, dancing in the Royal Albert Hall, and above all, living in exciting
exotic places around the world with Colin, her mining engineer husband of almost sixty
incredible years – have all enriched and inspired her writing.

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Sheila Mary Taylor

Genre: Crime (Legal Crime Psychological Thriller)
Number of pages: 363
Word Count: 122,000

A lawyer, a murderer and a policeman - caught in a tangled
web of love, loss, terror and intrigue.

When lawyer Julia Grant interviews Sam Smith who has
been charged with an especially vicious murder, she feels a
strange connection to him, as if she has met him before, as if
he holds the key to something she has forgotten among the unbearable memories from her past
she has determinedly blotted out.
He feels a connection too. "Julia, you are the only one who can help me," he pleads.

Is it the same connection? Does he know something she cannot recall?

When he is duly convicted despite her best efforts, he suddenly turns on her in the courtroom and
threatens that one day he will make sure to wreak his revenge on her.

But why? What has she ever done to him?

And then, on his way to prison, he escapes ......

Book Trailer


Strangeways Prison, Manchester, England (September 1994)

I’ve represented many murderers and am often surprised at how normal they appear. But this

one is different. As he walks into the interview room he stops dead. His mouth drops open. His

eyes bulge. His elbows clamp to his sides as though a knife has plunged into his back. And he

looks straight at me unlike most who bow their heads till I say something to make them feel at

ease, and who look past me when they tell me their stories. Not this one.

‘Please sit down,’ I say. His name is Smith. Sam Smith. This is what it says on his file cover. It’s

what he called himself when he was interviewed by the police.

‘I know it seems stupid,’ I say, ‘but can I ask you to confirm your name. Your full name.’

I don’t know. I just don’t see him as a Sam Smith. Stupid name anyway. Nobody calls their kid

that. Maybe I’ll know from the way he tells me. The name, when he says it himself, will either

sound like it belongs or like he’s pretending.

‘Sam Smith,’ he says, and something in the timbre of his voice gels with the curve of his lips

and the way his slightly protruding eyes follow mine …

And now he’s nodding his head. Or am I imagining it? And there’s an almost imperceptible

smile on his face. That smile. And those eyes. I grip the desk. I can’t breathe. My skin turns cold,

clammy. My fingers tingle. A fragment of long forgotten memory skitters through my head then

There’s only one person I’ve ever known with eyes like those. And my darling twin brother

died twenty-six years ago. Before my real life began.

Scary coincidence.

But let’s get on with it and start the job - it’s going to be a long haul, and he’s got a lot to do

to beat the charge. Murder. Horrible, cold-blooded, psychopathic, sexually motivated sadism.

And I think I know him.

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