Jaime Reese is the alter ego of an artist who loves the creative process of writing, just not about herself. Fiction is far more interesting. She has a weakness for broken, misunderstood heroes and feels everyone deserves a chance at love and life. An avid fan of a happy ending, she believes those endings acquired with a little difficulty are more cherished.
…and yes, it was totally weird reading something about myself in 3rd person 😛
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Random quick facts about me….
I love to make lists and smile when I can cross something off as ‘completed’.
I’m ambidextrous. And I often get my right and left confused. (side note: hubby sometimes tells me… “your other right”)
I don’t eat blue food. Food shouldn’t be blue. 🙂
I have the memory of an elephant. I’m that annoying person who doesn’t forget things.
I’m a natural observer who loves to people watch.
Not counting sarcasm as a language, I’m fluent in both English and Spanish. I can spot certain words in Italian and French. But ultimately, all I know in French is…how to count to 20, say “My name is”, “two horses”, and “grapefruit”. I also know how to ask “Do you speak French” but seriously, once they say “oui” I’m sorta stuck. Unless, of course, they are referring to two horses named Grapefruit. Then I’m good. 🙂
A Better Man was my first published story. It was originally published in July 2012 via a publisher. The title was pulled a year later.
I expanded and re-released the book as a self-published title in January 2014.
I’m not a linear writer. I can write the story in order, but I’m more of a scene writer. And I’m a plotter.
The most I’ve ever written in a single day was 10,500 words. I woke and planted myself in front of my computer, shut everything off (except for Word), and just wrote. Hubby kept me nourished while I was in an odd state, just typing until I typed that last word and suddenly, it’s as if everything came back into focus. That’s the only time that’s ever happened. So I know the possibility in there to write that much, but I definitely don’t knock out that word count as a norm. I write every chance I can. But I try to focus on completing a scene in one sitting.