Spotlight and Interview: Shadow in Glass by J. Rose Alexander
Posted by Amy -N- Jess
Every little girl dreams of waking up a Princess…
…the reality, Carrie finds out, isn’t exactly a fairy tale.
Carrie Whitmore, aspiring journalist, wakes up after a building collapse to find herself in a world where she is a spoiled, bratty princess engaged to a self-indulgent egomaniac. She has no college education and no friends at all. Carrie finds out that “she” wants nothing to do with the crown after the death of her brother and is happy being bitter, cruel and reclusive.
But that’s the old Princess Barbara, lost in the tragic accident that slipped Carrie into the Princess’s life. Carrie must change the way the people of the Nation perceive her. Her journey to learn who she is in this new world and to deal with the twists and turns of her unwillingly adopted life will change her perception of everything and everyone around her.
And maybe, just maybe, she’ll get the fairy tale princess ending every little girl dreams of.
***Excerpt***The screaming began in earnest when the ceiling panel fell on top of Brian.The plaster began peeling off the walls in huge chunks. The steel beams of the infrastructure started to scream with the employees. The floor started to buckle a moment later, throwing everyone and everything around as though they were toys. One by one, the windows at the end of the office exploded from the pressure of the twisting building.Too frightened to scream, Marie managed to crawl over to Carrie’s desk. Carrie saw her friend’s head had been gouged badly by a falling object.“What the hell is going on?” Marie demanded, her voice frightened and trembling.“The building is collapsing,” Carrie managed to choke out.“Are we going to die?” Marie started to cry.“I don’t know,” Carrie admitted, guiding her friend through the twisting wreckage. “I think we’refairly safe out here by the windows now that they’re gone.” She spotted Brian, who was still quite aware and relatively undamaged, and yelled for him across the noise. Brian spotted them and managed to get across the office.“Push these desks together, and we can hide underneath,” Carrie said when he reached them. “What will that do?” Marie asked.“It’ll give us a chance,” Brian answered.Marie nodded wordlessly and the three of them began to shove the furniture around.They were shortly joined by a dozen other people in the office scrambling over the mess. They had several groups of desks together in short order, creating little islands to hide under. The building began to settle down a bit from its heaving. Brian, Marie, Carrie, and Bart all crawled under their group of desks.“How did you think of this?” Marie asked.“I read an extreme survival guide once,” Carrie shrugged.Everything heaved again, and there were renewed cries that died when they realized it was only the building settling into its new precarious position.“How do you stay so calm?” Marie asked, after calming down from her last screaming jag.“I’m too shocked to react,” Carrie reasoned. “If we survive I’ll probably collapse in a fit sometime tomorrow.”“Think it was a bomb?” Bart asked.“Sounded like it,” Brian answered. “Buildings don’t usually collapse so spectacularly. Even ifthey’re built on the rubble of another building.” He leaned over to Marie, and gently brushed the hair out of the gash on her forehead. “My, that’s lovely. That could be a real problem.”“It’s just a little cut.” Marie moved his hand away.“No, it’s not,” Bart agreed as he managed to rip the sleeve off his shirt. He offered it to Brian, who tied it around her head tight enough to staunch the bleeding.Marie touched the sleeve. “So, what do we do?”“We wait,” Brian answered, “unless we smell gas, fire, or trouble.”Carrie barked a laugh. “Trouble? We’re sitting in a building that could collapse completely at any second, and you don’t think we’re in trouble?”Before Brian or Bart could answer, there was a deep basso rumble beneath them. The floors andwalls began to vibrate, and whatever was left attached to the beams of the structure seemed to leap off and rain down on them. The screaming of the beams began again, and this time they knew there wasn’t going to be a way out.The building lurched violently, sending the desks flying toward the window, exposing Carrie, Marie and Brian to the chaos around them. The three of them clawed desperately at the rubble, trying to get back under the relative safety of the desks. Marie managed to get under another set of desks, as Brian grabbed Carrie’s hand to haul her under another desk.Carrie looked up, and saw a huge chunk of concrete getting ready to release from its precarious hold. “Brian!” she screamed, flinging his hand from her arm. The motion sent him tumbling backward into the rubble, and he landed on his back in perfect view of the block as it fell.Brian was the only one who saw a strange, serene smile spread across Carrie’s face as the block came down directly on top of her. She was looking straight at it when it hit her. Carrie didn’t scream.
~What are you currently working on?
Penumber: Equinox. Seems like I’ve been working on it for a year. Oh, wait, I have! I’m almost done with the reedit, so here’s hoping for soon.
~What writing advice do you have for aspiring authors?
Keep writing, keep you nose clean, learn your trade! Oh, and don’t feed trolls.
~Are you an organized author or scattered?
Organized. I don’t know why– everything else in my life is scattered, like litter from the litter box…
~Do you plot out your story or write as it goes?
I am a Plotser. I get an idea, and I run with it, but usually about 4, 6 chapters in I realize I need a guide or the book is going to turn into a mess.
~Do you have any strange writing habits?
Not really? I don’t know. I’m generally strange anyway, so…
~Do you have writers block and how do you work around it?
I don’t get traditional writer’s block. I just get stuck in stories. I have two ways out of this: I either drop the story and go to another one, or I back off and reread. Both have worked well.
~Do you work on 1 story at a time or multiples?
Multiples. I always have at least 3 manuscripts I’m futzing around with.
~What is your favorite genre to read?
Paranormal. I love witches, werewolves, vampires…
~What is the most wacky/crazy weird thing you received from a fan?
I haven’t recieved anything like that yet… shall we make it a challenge? 😛
~What are your favorite hobbies?
Writing! I adore it. It’s not ever a chore for me. Aside from that I quilt and scrapbook. Quilting is so rewarding, and seeing people’s faces when you give them something you spent hours and hours making just for them. So rewarding.
~If you had a warning label what would it say?
Insane. please return to nut house.
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not, and death shall no dominion.”
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