Ontario, Canada, February 28th, 2017, Jess Molly Brown.
Best-selling novelist Jess Molly Brown lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, four kids and two dogs. She edits, blogs, and sings.
Best-selling romance novelist Jess Molly Brown lives in Ontario, Canada with her long-suffering husband, four crazy kids (age 13 to 21), two guinea pigs (that think they’re puppies) and two spoiled dogs. She edits, blogs, sings, adores dancing, history, travel, old movies, Bowie, and James Taylor.
Don’t be fooled by the seeming tranquility, Jess is scheming. There are a lot of characters in her head and all of them want out.
A best-selling author, she edits for professional authors and is always tutoring somebody. She got her start ten years ago, in Twilight fan fiction, and is proud of it.
Four great kids, one husband *coughbiggestkidofallcough* and two dogs ensure that the house is always messy. The garden’s overflowing with blooms, but weedy. The grass always needs cutting, provided it’s not buried beneath snow. She lives in Canada, eh? The dogs are walked, the kids get fed, the hubbs hasn’t killed anybody yet, the books Jess reads she reviews, and somehow, the people in her head manage to make it into stories. Occasionally, she embarrasses her kids by doing Zumba in front of their friends. It’s just how she rolls.
Come join her quest for world domination at http://www.jessmollybrownauthor.com
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SEVEN FUN THINGS YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME:
- I adore animals and we always have multiple pets that we treat like babies rather than animals. Right now, we have a Boston Terrier named Tonka and a Shih Tzu named Molly. I named myself after Molly. My daughter has male guinea pigs named Haytham (a character from Assassin’s Creed) and Sasuke (a character from Naruto). When I was a kid, I desperately wanted to be a zookeeper (probably with a specialty in primates). Then, in high school, I discovered that I couldn’t identify any parts of a dissected frog. Seriously. I think my partner and I got one answer on frog innards correct out of something like 30. It was embarrassing. So much for studying Veterinary Medicine!
- I love doing renovations although I let my handy husband think he’s in charge. My grandfather was a carpenter and house painter, and I was blessed to have a mom who taught me how to use tools. In my time, I’ve built privacy fences and decks, installed windows and doors, changed locks, replaced toilets, tiled floors and fireplaces, painted, laid and poured patios, and built small projects with the children. I think the men in my neighbourhood hate me because I encourage their wives to do it, too. Want to know a secret? I’m scared of band saws.
- I once gave a speech in front of my Grade 8 class with my fly down. I was talking about mummification in Ancient Egypt and couldn’t understand why the kids were snickering. Since that time, I will not stand up in front of anyone while wearing slacks. I always wear skirts or long tunics if I’m speaking or singing.
- My BA is in Music Education. I intended to teach but due to circumstances, I couldn’t leave home to attend teachers’ college. I was a voice major and can play piano and flute (although I’m a little rusty). I studied all the band instruments in preparation for teaching, and I still tutor the occasional youngster. I’m a Dramatic Soprano (go ahead and call me dramatic, I dare you). That’s somewhere between a Mezzo and a Contralto. With my busy schedule, the only place I’ve been singing lately is in my house, while doing chores.
- I adore language. Big surprise, eh? I can speak French. My grammar is probably bad since I haven’t had many conversations in French for the past 20 years. I can write in the rare language of Ticuna, and I know a bit of American Sign Language and a bit of German. I use a smattering of different languages in my stories. I have recently applied to online introductory level courses in Italian and Spanish. I love my thesaurus. There’s nothing I like more than a book on the etymology of names. Sometimes if I meet someone new, I tell them what their name means.
Five tips on how to speak to a lip-reading Deaf person:
Speak naturally, don’t exaggerate your mouth movements or shout;
Face the person squarely;
Ensure there’s good lighting;
Never talk with your mouth full; and most important
Repeat anything that the speaker missed and make certain they feel as if they’re part of your group’s conversation.
- I made certain that my kids became Potterheads (like me) by reading all of JK Rowling’s books aloud to them (yes, in different voices although it drives my husband crazy). I can thank the author for sparking my kids’ interest in reading. I’m sure both my boys would be illiterate if the Potter books didn’t exist. My eldest, who grew up with a life threatening (not terminal) heart condition, got a Wish from Make a Wish Foundation in 2008. We met the cast of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and attended a day of filming at Leavesden.
- I hate ugly yellowy-orangey-brown bugs. Hate. Spiders, snakes, mantises and mice don’t scare me, but show me a cockroach, June bug or millipede and I’ll scream and do that stupid dance that characters do in cartoons. Watching the second Indiana Jones movie scarred me for life. Yeah, if there’s a bug nearby, with a chair handy, I’ll be standing on it. Don’t mind me. I’ll come down after you kill it.
- I see the humour in everything. Looking back, I think I learned that because of my grandmother, who lived with my mother and me after my Poppa passed away. Grammie had Parkinson’s with dementia. Her decline was heartbreaking but she still kept her sense of humour. Eventually, she lost her mental faculties and often didn’t know us, but she could be unintentionally funny. I’m not sure I’d be so resilient—or patient—without her influence. I don’t regret one moment I spent with her, but I regret those that we lost. I miss my grandparents immensely.
What is your writing history? How many books have you written? They can be published or not published.
When I was five, I had a story published in an education manual for teachers. That’s going back a few years. I’ve written several stories for small children but haven’t published any. In adolescence, I spent several years creating an encyclopedia set about birds, animals, sea creatures and flora. I was planning on publishing that but by the time I was old enough to be taken seriously, the internet hit and we stopped relying on physical tomes. I still have the manuscripts. In my teens, I wrote poetry. I published a couple of poems when I was in my early twenties and I sincerely hope they never see the light of day. I started writing Fanfic in 2009. I had no writing chops whatsoever and I was very surprised that people wanted to read my stuff. I’ve enthusiastically tackled writers’ craft since then. I’ve successfully published a Comedy Romance novel and a Post-Apocalyptic Romance short story. I have six current works in progress that I hope to publish eventually. I also have a file full of short outlines—more like prompts, actually—that I haven’t touched yet.
What genre do you like writing the most? What challenges do you face in this genre?
That’s a terribly difficult question since my tastes are very eclectic. I write various subgenres of Romance. I’d have to say I enjoy writing Romance but that’s so vague. If I’m writing an historical, or a science fiction work, the challenge is research. I might need period detail, slang, world events, and societal values. I might need scientific detail such as cell structure or properties of biological elements for my sci fi work in progress. I want my novels to be as accurate as possible.
Writing comedy . . . I think my challenge is in not becoming carried away. I have a wicked, zany sense of humour and sometimes my story events approach farce. Writing romance, anyone will tell you that the biggest challenge is delivering a pleasing love scene. And sometimes I’ll have a fight scene. Orchestrating brawls is always difficult.
I’d like to try my hand at a mystery someday. I read a lot of them. But plotting one is a challenge I’m not sure I’m ready to face yet.
Tell me a little about your current WIP.
I’m working on the second book in the Mommageddon Series, Mommatastrophe. Terri Tomasi has been in love with her boss for a long time. Although he considers her one of his closest friends, he’s oblivious to the fact that she’s female. The Moms on Missions are a group of mothers who try to improve their children’s lives (and their own) by manipulating them into opportunities for romance, employment and education. One of the MOMs recognizes Terri’s attachment and pushes her into acting on it. The result is complete mayhem. This is a Comedy Romance. I hope to have it out this year.
How do you typically begin your project? Do you create outlines and character profiles or jump in head first with the initial idea?
I’ve always been a pantser. I actually bought a book last year on how to outline because I envy people who can outline. They seem to have so much less struggle to complete books because they know when they’re going off on a tangent. Tangents can be good, but it’s smart to have a specific goal for each chapter. I designed “conflict cards” for my second draft of MOM. Every scene must contain a conflict, whether internal or external. Those cards list the members of a scene, their conflicts and the antagonist. It’s a great tool to ensure there’s forward motion in the story.
I began to outline a book using character profiles and a plot summary two years ago. I’d been doing that for a week when my hard drive died, taking everything with it, and as I was only backing up work once a week, I lost a lot of it. I haven’t had the heart to start over yet. Writers? Back up your work at least daily.
What aspect of your writing do you consider your strength? Your weakness?
I’ve been told (and I agree) that my comic voice is particularly strong, and that I write extremely good love scenes. My weakness is diversion. I never begin a manuscript before I know the beginning and the end, but sometimes my middle sections get out of control when I’m roughing them out, simply because I don’t outline and I go off on tangents.
Do you focus on one project or do you work on multiple manuscripts at once?
I normally have several projects on the go. I’ll work on one for a few weeks, set it aside and pick up something else. I never get bored with my stories and I don’t get blocked because if something starts to stress me, I just switch to a different project.
Does writing energize or exhaust you?
I think of writing as cheap therapy. It clears my head, so it generally fashions me into a happy person. If I don’t write, I get super grouchy.
Do you think someone could be a writer if they don’t feel emotions strongly?
Absolutely not. We write about the human condition. If a writer’s not invested emotionally in his or her own words, the reader won’t be, either.
What is the first book that made you cry?
Hmm . . . that’s a difficult question since I started to read when I was two. Funnily enough, I twigged on the first song that made me cry, which was Puff, the Magic Dragon. I was about eight the first time I heard it. I still cry every time.
I adored—and still adore—fairy tales. My favourites were by Hans Christian Anderson, although I also loved The Brothers Grimm. I can remember crying over The Little Match Girl and The Little Mermaid. Those were my favourites, along with the happier Town Musicians of Bremen. I know Charlotte’s Web and Tuck Everlasting put a lump in my throat but I had to be a preteen when I read those.
It’s easier to identify stories I’ve read to my children that have made me cry. Obviously, there’s Robert Munsch’s Love You Forever. I can’t get through The Velveteen Rabbit without sobbing. My kids used to think I was nuts. And Guess How Much I Love You by Sam McBratney always hits me hard. It’s a personal favourite.
What are common traps for aspiring writers?
First, let’s use the correct term: an unpublished author is a “writer.” Anyone who writes is a writer, not an aspiring writer. An author is a published writer. One can be an aspiring author.
The publishing world is full of pitfalls and there are always unscrupulous people who will take advantage, so one trap is a lack of knowledge. Like any business, there are bad contracts and money grabs to avoid. I researched publishing for nearly two years before I decided what path I wanted to take.
The other main trap is ego. Supporters tell us how wonderful we are and it’s easy to get cocky. That makes writers vulnerable to dishonest agents and publishers, and also makes them apt to take leaps that they’re not ready for. There are many Indies who really aren’t ready to publish, who end up publishing and are skewered by critics. Some of them are convinced they don’t need an editor. Everyone needs an editor. All writers have tunnel vision about their own writing. We can’t help it.
Does a big ego help or hurt writers?
Someone once said that all writers are narcissists. We all need some ego to survive in this business. Writing is a form of insanity. We authors set ourselves up to be ripped to pieces in a calling where nobody can achieve perfection. As a taste for books is highly subjective, you can never please every reader and someone’s always there to tell you why you suck. Those without any self-confidence will not continue writing. A large ego, however, is detrimental. Nobody likes a diva.
Those who remain humble are worthy of endless admiration. They love their readers and long-time supporters, and they support new talent. Any bigger author who gives a hand to a smaller author makes me fangirl.
I belong to a community of writers. I would not be a published author without the diehard support of my friends Sydney Logan, Kathie Spitz, Lissa Bryan, Denise Leora Madre and Debra Anastasia. Many other author friends have kept me sane, including Carrie Elks, T.M. Franklin, Donna Alam, Ruth Clampett, Melanie Moreland and Diane Munier. Having a strong community is a huge help. Nobody understands a writer but a writer.
I’ve been exceedingly fortunate to have Debra Anastasia as one of my mentors. Although Debra is extremely popular, she gets excited by new talent and provides opportunities for newbies to get noticed. To my surprise, although Deb barely knew me, she phoned me a couple of years ago and urged me to self-publish. How great is that? She’s just published a novella in which her bio reads, “If Debra can write a book, then so can you.” I cannot tell you how much I love this woman. Her presence in my life is a delight.
MOMS ON MISSIONS (MOMMAGEDDON SERIES #1):
Artist Vince Russo wants to advance his career but his devout mother, Diana, wants grandchildren. Vince lives in Niagara Falls and he doesn’t even date!
Diana joins the Moms on Missions (“MOM”), who strive to better the lives of their clients’ kids. MOM installs Vince’s fantasy girl upstairs in the duplex where he lives. Their pick for Vince is sick of dancing to her mother’s tune, so she certainly won’t admit she finds her sensitive, playful neighbour sexy. However, she’d love to make him her pseudo-boyfriend to get MOM off her back.
Will these young rebels come together organically, or is there no hope for their moms?
Copyright © April 2016 Jess Molly Brown
Published by Jess Molly Brown
All Rights Reserved
Genre: Comedy Romance, Adults 18+
Released May 30th, 2016
$2.99 US on Amazon.com
Free on Kindle Unlimited
Electronic (Kindle, pdf, Kobo) review copies available upon request.
EXCERPT: Moms on Missions
The door clicks shut softly behind Vince. Paeng is sitting at the table, eating toast and peanut butter. He glances at Vince curiously. “What did she want?”
“To rip off my ‘nads and force-feed them to me.” Vince sinks into the chair opposite. “I am the screw-up of all screw-ups. I am the king of the idiot world.” He bangs his forehead down on the table and Paeng’s peanut-butter covered knife pings off the table onto the floor. “If all the losers on the planet got together to live in one city, they would name it after me.”
“Can’t be that bad.” Paeng shrugs, retrieving the knife. “What did you do?” He scrapes more peanut butter on his toast.
Vince sits up with his fists curled on the table and looks at him candidly. “Last night, I wanted to hang the drop cloth out on the line, so I took in her laundry.”
Paeng eyes him in confusion. “But, that was . . . nice.”
Vince’s head droops. “Well, I got some paint on one of her bras, and she accused me of snogging it.”
His housemate snorts. “Were you?”
Vince squirms uncomfortably. “No, but . . .”
Paeng is incredulous. “Dude.”
“I may have admired it a little.”
Vince can’t look at Paeng. “Wash smells pretty off the line. Fresh air, flowery detergent, you know.”
“How did you paint get on it?”
“Um . . .” Vince swallows hard.
Paeng leans back and rests his hand flat on the table. “Vince.”
Blushing, he snaps at his friend. “I dropped the bra on the wet tarp and I guess I must have accidentally gotten paint on it and touched it to my cheek, okay?”
Paeng is silent as Vince sighs. “I didn’t mean to take my upset out on you, sorry.”
“No big. So, you fondled it. Was it good for you?” Paeng’s eyes glitter, making Vince’s anxiety flare.
“I couldn’t help myself! The girl’s smoking hot and yet she doesn’t appear to own trashy underwear.” He feels all dreamy just thinking about it. “It’s simple and soft . . . it felt so nice. She’s not like any of the girls I’ve met before. She’s direct, feisty and artistic and I bet she’s really smart. She’s nothing like the usual MOM Girl and she’s not even my type. But her underwear is beautiful. She doesn’t wear slutty underwear because she doesn’t put on airs, and oh, God, that’s so attractive. What I wouldn’t give to see—”
Paeng face palms Vince. “Dude. You are waxing poetic about cotton underwear like my sisters wear when they get their periods. It’s just underwear.”
TO DIE FOR (UNBLEMISHED SERIES PREQUEL):
Second Place Amazon Bestseller; Hot Seller in the categories of:
– Short Story under 4000 words
– Young Adult New Releases
No one knows how the plague began. Now, touching is forbidden. Every person is a carrier. One accidental caress brings death.
But love transcends every ill, doesn’t it?
Once, there was a pair of beautiful souls. Elle and Robbie couldn’t obey the rules. They were the last, and the first, and the means to a cure. This is their story. It is no less vital for its brevity, for love is unending.
Someday, those who are Unblemished will form a new history thanks to Robbie and Elle.
A Post-Apocalyptic Romance, prequel to The Unblemished.
On the first day of spring, she ran slender fingers over perfect lips, staring at the drab world outside her mother’s kitchen window. Three months before, she had occupied this same spot where her much loved mother had sipped coffee from a grey mug; every perfect pore oozing disapproval.
“I know what you did, Elle.” Her soft voice had chafed, bringing a blush to her face. Elle hadn’t responded. Momma had set her mug in the sink—clink—and padded toward her through the darkness. With germ-resistant white cotton gloves a barricade, she laid hands on Elle’s face. It was the first and only time she’d touched her daughter in seventeen years. Elle bowed her head and hair the colour of corn silk obscured her vision. Momma brushed it back.
The disease broke out when Elle was six. How it began was never substantiated. The pathogen that lurks in the oils of the skin doesn’t activate until it touches someone else’s. Then boils and blisters herald lesions, growths, and clusters of poison. Uninfected people—mummified in white, gauzy, sterile clothing—only knew what it looked like from pictures designed to terrify them into strict obedience. But isolation in mental hospitals abounds.
Three months ago in this very same spot, Momma had rasped, “I don’t want to lose you,” and reached out. But Elle was already lost. She’d been lost months before, the moment his blue eyes met her silver. It was the first colour she’d truly noticed in years.
His now invisible love bite still sears their guilt upon her heart.
Copyright © November 2016 Jess Molly Brown
Published by Jess Molly Brown
All Rights Reserved
Released November 10, 2016
$0.99 US on Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Die-Unblemished-Jess-Molly-Brown-ebook/dp/B01MXEMGYS/
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Romance, Young Adult
Electronic (Kindle, pdf, Kobo) review copies available upon request.