Sun Damage Synopsis:
Life wasn't what Sophie was expecting, so why should death be any different?
She’s come back from swimming between the two, and every problem she left is still there. And then some.
She’s come back from swimming between the two, and every problem she left is still there. And then some.
There’s the human world, where she has a brother on the verge of ruins, band mates all set to go on tour, and people she thought she wouldn't be seeing for a long time showing up.
Then there’s her new world, where she’s seeing and hearing things that should not be heard or seen. Where Myles knows more about her than she could have ever guessed. She still doesn't know exactly why Michael is tormenting her, but somehow, everything is connected.
The monsters are closing in on all sides and the question is, will Sophie be able to defeat them before it all ends?
Then there’s her new world, where she’s seeing and hearing things that should not be heard or seen. Where Myles knows more about her than she could have ever guessed. She still doesn't know exactly why Michael is tormenting her, but somehow, everything is connected.
The monsters are closing in on all sides and the question is, will Sophie be able to defeat them before it all ends?
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A Day in The Life of Nikki Rae
A lot of people want to know what a typical day for me is like. I don’t think it’s anything special, but I guess it’s kind of hard juggling everything. I’m a writer, a student, and I have a part time job as well. I have assignments, reading, research papers and books to write and promote. A lot of people ask me how I do it all, and I never know how to answer them.
The thing is, I don’t know.
I wake up early and go to bed late.
Insomnia helps a lot. When you don’t really sleep, you have more time to get things done.
A typical day is waking up at six or seven, doing promotional work and sending emails until I have class, and then actually going to class. When I come home, I spend some time with my boyfriend or playing board games with my friends. Then I write or edit until midnight or later. It’s not like that every day. Sometimes I hang around the house and watch Netflix, sometimes I go out (if I have to). Sometimes I read for eight hours straight and don’t remember how I got there or how it got so late. Sometimes I do my homework when it isn’t due for two weeks, sometimes I do it an hour before class.
If you love something, you make time for it. It’s that simple. I fell in love with writing at a very young age, and I’ve written every day since I discovered how much I loved it. I also love the other aspects of being an indie author. The fact that I do all the work, that I connect with all of these readers and bloggers and other authors. It’s a sense of control that I don’t have in many other aspects of my life, and it’s the most fulfilling thing to me.
That isn’t to say I don’t have days where I feel off. I think people get this impression of me that I’m this sort of machine, pumping out new material all the time. I’m human. I get sad, I get blocked, I have days where all I want to do is watch the entire series of Breaking Bad and not move from the couch.
If no one wanted to read what I wrote, I would still write. No matter how many plates I have to keep spinning, Writing is the one that never falls to the ground. It’s the thing that makes me get out of bed when I’m sad, the thing that motivates me to keep going when bad things happen.
So I don’t know how entertaining a day in my life would be to someone else. Honestly, I don’t think I do much. I just do what I’ve always done. Write. Then I fill in school, work, and relationships between the writing.
