Sunday, August 28, 2011
Romancing your darkside tour #2 - BK Walker
So You Think You Want to be a Writer?
by BK Walker
I used to ask myself this over and over again. I've always had stories floating around in my head, and as I kid I used to tell stories all the time. Let me tell you, I had some pretty good ones too lol. Did I ever consider myself a writer back then? Heck no! It never even crossed my mind that other people may some day be reading my stories.
So what changed? The day the voices in my head became so profound I had no other choice but to listen. Once I opened that flood gate, it's never stopped. I can remember sitting in my nursing lecture, half listening to the instructor and half in a daydream. (I never was any good at paying attention). All of a sudden, this voice just started talking, almost yelling in my head and it drowned out everything around me. When I realized that lecture was over, I shook it off and headed home. That night, I was laying in bed and the voice came back. I almost thought I was going crazy, becoming a schizophrenic, you know being in nursing school and learning all these new terms you tend to diagnose everything, and it wouldn't shut up! I tossed and turned all night with scenes flashing before me.
The next day, I drug myself out of bed and back to school. Again I heard this voice. I left school early that day and went home and started writing down the scenes and what the voice was telling me. Before I knew it, I had pages upon pages full of the story. As I looked at the words written before me, I thought, "this would make a great book". I let it ferment for a few days, the voice quieter now but still present. Then I asked myself, you think you want to be a writer? Of course I laughed at this notion, that evil little green guy on my shoulder telling me "Yeah Right! You! A Writer? Hahahaha!"
As the days went on, so did this voice in my head. Almost begging me to put it in a manuscript. So I thought, why not? I sat down at my computer and just started typing. Before I knew it, I had six chapters completely typed out and the story was pretty good. I re-read it several times, then decided to print it out and take it to a friend. She read it and was like, "OMG. You should get this published!" It was in that moment that I knew I wanted to be a writer. To tell this story and maybe it would help someone, someday. So I finished the book and sent it out. Near Suicide was born, and later changed to Death Upon Me.
If you are asking yourself this very question, "So you think you want to be a writer?", you probably already have the answer. YES! If you are hearing voices (as me and my good friend Yvonne Mason like to say), or are dreaming such vivid dreams and have a story already in your head, just go for it! You can do it! You ARE a writer my friend, you just need to put the words out there for others to enjoy!
BK Walker currently lives in Central Pennsylvania with her three children, Brittney, Hunter and Danny, her dogs Rancid, Sadie and Haven, a cat named Whiskers and a goldfish named Fat Albert. She has always had a love for reading and writing, even as a child she created stories reading them to her stuffed animals. With a love for vampires and werewolves, you will not be disappointed with her writing as she mixes up the paranormal juice. Aside from writing, BK also supports Indie Authors organizing virtual book tours, helping them to market and promote their work. Her book review site, BWB Reviews, is just another small way she contributes to the reading world. With many stories floating around in her head, she writes when she gets the time between working as a Pediatric Home Care Nurse, being a single mother, and continuing her college education in Graphic Art Design. When BK's not fighting with her muse, Mouthy Mary, who has much to say way too often, you will find her at a baseball game with her children, or relaxing with a good book in her hand.
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Night Secrets Blurb:
Keara Crosby had the perfect life. Her family was not hurting for anything. When her parents are suddenly killed, Keara must learn to live without them. After mourning their death for two months, Keara starts to live again. She follows her favorite band, hangs with her best friend Jared, and falls for the new kid on the block.
When her favorite band is playing at Night Secrets, a new club downtown, she takes her first outing since her parents death and finds this mysterious boy watching her. Mesmerized by his lapus blue eyes, she can't help but feel drawn to him. Her body responds to him in ways she never thought possible, and she needs to figure out why. What is it about Channing that has her yearning for his touch?
Not only is Keara drawn to Channing, but the owner of Night Secrets seems to be drawn to her. Giving her special treatment, she can't help but wonder what he's hiding, and the sense she's seen him before. When she's attacked in the parking lot, her world turns inside out, literally. Keara will soon learn that secrets of the night, just may be the death of her.
A chill ran down my spine and my hairs stood on end.
I lifted my head and looked around. Channing looked
down at me. “You okay?”
I ignored him for a few more moments as I continued
to scan the room. There. Up on the second floor, Corbin
was standing there watching us behind dark sunglasses.
Another chill ran through me as I looked at Channing. He
had already looked up and saw what I saw.
“Just ignore him.”
I smiled. Corbin was giving me the creeps again. Why
does he do that? Act normal one second and creepy the
next. I just didn’t understand him.
When the song ended Channing looked down into my
eyes. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. Really.” I smiled.
He lowered himself so he was even with me. Grabbing
my face between his hands he laid the softest kiss upon
my lips. I felt my knees tremble and he slid his hand
around my waist to steady me, while deepening the kiss.
His lips were warm and soft just like I’d imagined. The
heat he sent through my body reached to my core. The
woman in me started to ache for his touch.
When he pulled away I was breathless. I opened my
eyes to find Channing looking into them. “That was nice.”
He said smiling.
I nodded as we started back to our table. Jared was
grinning ear to ear. I smiled back before excusing myself
to the ladies room. I needed to get my bearings.
I splashed cold water on my cheeks and looking into
the mirror I couldn’t help but smile. That was a nice kiss.
He really caught me off guard, but I’m glad he did. I
patted my face dry with a paper towel and started out the
door. I couldn’t wait to get back to Channing. Just as I got
out of the door I felt someone grab my arm.
“Again we meet.” He said smirking.
I looked at him for a moment, then realized it was
Corbin. What was with the accent? “Corbin. You scared
He just smiled. His grip on my arm tightened, and I
was instantly filled with fear. He started pulling me
towards the door. “Corbin let go of my arm you are
hurting me.” He pulled me into the parking lot. “Corbin let
go of me.” Panic was setting in. What was he doing?
I pulled back only for him to turn around, glaring with
anger and mouth puckered. “Please let go of me Corbin.”
“My dear lady, I am afraid you have mistaken my
identity. I am not that low life of a coward Corbin. I am
Dante¢.” His grip loosened slightly and his face relaxed.
I was really confused now. He looked just like Corbin,
then I noticed the shadow of hair forming a gotee. “I see
from the puzzlement on your face that you don’t recall our
first meet. I also see you are fond of my brother Corbin. I
assure you though that he is a waste of time. I know he
has taken a special interest in you as well, and I just had
to find out why. From your smell though, I can see
clearly. You are truly mouth watering.” He smiled
He pulled me closer to him and smelled the air around
me. “Absolutely mouth watering.” He repeated.
I felt the fear wash over me. I’m not sure what Dante'
wanted, but it wasn’t good. I could sense that much.
Aunt Aingeal was right. I should have listened. As my
tension built up, I felt my muscles contracting almost to
the point of pain. As he continued smelling the air around
me, the tighter my muscles got. I finally realized it was
the guy from the first night that the club opened. The one
that lost his girlfriend. That is why Corbin seemed so
familiar and at times gave me the creeps. They were