Blog Ring of Power Presents: Tracy N. Jorgensen

Welcome to another Friday with the Blog Ring of Power. Is it just me or is this month flying by? Just me.. oh. Well any-who, I'd like you guys to check out my friend from AQC. Meet Tracy N. Jorgensen.

Tracy and her cute hubby design products for a living in beautiful Washington state. Her bucket list includes writing a novel (check!), shaking hands with a president, going to China (nimen hao!), and rock climbing. She loves to draw, ride dirt bikes, and watch nerdy shows like Dr. Who, Firefly, and Star Trek. Oh, and she writes, too. If you ever meet her, ask her about the time she poked a guy in the butt with a fork or how she once cut her hair off with a knife (on purpose even).





Don't forget to head over to the other Blog Ring of Power hosts to find the rest of the interview.

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Part 1 @ You are here - Friday, January 17th 
Part 2 @ Sandra - Monday, January 20th 
Part 3 @ Vicki - Tuesday, January 21st 
Part 4 @ Terri - Wednesday, January 22nd 
Part 5 @ Teresa - Thursday, January 23rd 

Section #1: About You

BRoP: How long have you been writing? 

TJ: I have been writing for almost seven years. Oh my goodness, I feel old now. But don’t tell anyone that because I am clearly not.

BRoP: When and why did you begin writing? 

TJ: I started writing because I was bored in my interior design class in college. I wrote a short story about a boy and a girl meeting in a cemetery. It wasn’t until later that I decided to make a novel in honor of my dead mother, who wanted to be a writer.

BRoP: Tell us about your early works—what was the first thing you ever wrote? 

TJ: As a kid I’m sure I wrote lots of silly things. But I was never a writer until this novel. And I wasn’t even a writer when I started it until I committed to it. It had to be more than a passing thing. That said, my earliest memory of writing was a fan fiction story for the Animorphs book series. I think I was ten at the time. It was an awful Mary Sue story, but that’s where you start at ten. Isn’t that beautiful though? You explore yourself, your confidence, and your imagination and then you can delve into the minds of others.

BRoP: When did you first consider yourself a professional writer? 

TJ: Oh shoot, I still don’t. Should I? Probably. I suppose I felt the closest to being professional when I signed my contract. That was the big moment for me. I was going to make money here. Someone wanted to invest in me.

BRoP: What genre do you write? 

TJ: Young Adult Fantasy and Sci Fi.

BRoP: What is your favorite theme/genre to write about? 

TJ: I love the exploration you can do in another world. My WIP is a YA Sci Fi. I started with this idea of someone selling their memories in a very real way. They lose a piece of who they are with every one sold. But I knew the easy route would be someone who didn’t like their life or want to remember things. So instead I thought of the strongest character I could. The daughter of a dictator. She’s strong, smart, confident, and on her way to her dreams. So why would someone like that sell her memories? And that’s what I explored and it became this character I love and this novel I am excited to write.

How to find Tracy and her book:

Even in a world without names, where neighborhoods are built on giant pillars and magic lurks in dark corners of humanity, usual people meet in typical ways—at work or by hiring a matchmaker. Boys do not meet girls sitting on their own headstones, or while running from giant cougar-like creatures. However, the Girl with Brown Eyes is not a usual girl. And the Boy, still with no title, is about to find that out for himself.
The Boy has no idea why mutant beasts keep attacking him. It’s possible he spends too much time strolling through cemeteries. But, maybe these attacks aren’t random at all. Perhaps they are attempted murder, though nobody believes his claims. Yet. That all changes when the Boy plummets off his home pillar while being pursued by a flying monstrosity. The Girl with Brown Eyes is there – if not to save his life, then to at least verify his tale.
Now, unsure if she’s trustworthy or even where she came from, the Boy must make his way back up the pillars and discover who his assailant is . . . lest they learn the dangerous secret of the impending demise of the Girl with Brown Eyes.


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