Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.
Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.
She worked her way through college and went to work full time straight after graduation and there was little time to write. Then in 1990 she and two friends started a round robin writing a story about pirates. She found that she missed the writing and kept on with other stories. In 1992 she joined Colorado Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America. Unfortunately, the loss of her job demanded the she not renew her memberships and her writing stagnated for many years.
In 2000, she saw an ad in the paper for a writers conference being put on by CRW and decided she’d attend. One of her favorite authors, Catherine Coulter, was the keynote speaker. Cynthia was lucky enough to have a seat at Ms. Coulter’s table at the luncheon and after talking with her, decided she needed to get back to her writing. She rejoined both CRW and RWA that day and hasn’t looked back.
Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she’s made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.
Callie: What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
Cindy: I don’t have a schedule. I write, edit, promo every day. That’s the only schedule I have. I write full time so don’t have to worry about a full time job out of the house.
Callie: Sounds like you’re really dedicated to your writing. Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
Cindy: The ideas for my current books have come from two places. For the western series, I was inspired by my parents. They met on a working ranch in the early 40’s in southwestern Colorado. The ranch is still there today, though it is now open space.
The idea for my sci-fi series came from a dream I had as a teenager. I dreamed that I was a princess from Alpha Centauri and was sent to Earth to be raised because my life was in danger at home.
Callie:Wow, a great background from your parents. What does your family think of your writing?
Cindy: They are my biggest fans. I couldn’t do any of this without my husband. He supports my writing whole heartedly.
Callie: It’s so important to have the support of those closest to you. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
Cindy: That it’s hard work. Lots of people say, “oh I could do that.” “Anyone can write a romance novel.” Well let me tell you, it’s not true. It’s some of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I work so much harder now than I did at my last job. It’s not unusual for me to put in eighteen hour days now, 7 days a week.
Callie: Boy, can I identify with that. For authors there’s no weekend, holidays or vacation. Now for the biggie: Do you love or hate writing sex scenes?
Cindy: I hate writing sex scenes. I don’t think I’m very good at it so it’s one of my least favorite things to write. It’s a lot more than rod A into slot B. LOL
Callie: Hmm. Very interesting way to put it.
If you’d like to check out Cindy’s website, here is where you an find her: CYNTHIA WOOLF WEBSITE
How about an excerpt from Tame a Wild Wind?
Ten Years Ago
They was about to hang his brother.
Harry’s stomach roiled with nausea. From the alley next to the saloon, he watched the Ranger, Sam Colter, march Frank up the gallows steps. Watched the hangman put a noose around his brother’s neck and ask if he had any last words. Watched, helpless to do a damn thing about it.
It weren’t Frank’s doin’ that Colter’s wife and kids had died in that fire. They’d only wanted to have a bit of fun with the woman, make a little money, that was all. They hadn’t wanted to see her and those girls die. That was never the plan.
Fool woman. If only she’d waited. Her father would have paid the ransom. A bank president could afford it. Instead, she’d broken loose. Thrown that lamp at his head, trying to kill him and killed herself instead.
The fire had been fierce. It moved so fast like the house was made from kindling. He rubbed the puckering skin on his arm, feeling the sting of the flames all over again as his flesh charred. He couldn’t have saved them, not and gotten himself out in time. Harry clenched his fists. It wasn’t his fault. And it wasn’t Frank’s either. It wasn’t. She was to blame. Frank shouldn’t have to die for something she’d done to herself.
He had to stop this from happening. He had to save Frank.
Harry shifted away from the gloom of the alley and his brother looked at him from the gallows; met him square in the eye and shook his head. He didn’t want Harry to die too, trying to save him. He’d always been like that. Always looked out for him. Even when it could have saved his own life, he hadn’t given his little brother up. Swallowing hard, Harry slid back into the shadows, his heart pounding.
Time slowed as the hangman stepped up to the lever and gave it a sharp pull. His brother dropped through the trap door, kicking and struggling, his neck not broke clean. Fear strangled Harry, like he was on the end of the rope, trying to breathe, trying to live. Hot tears tracked down his cheeks and bile rose into his throat as his brother’s face turned purple and then his eyes bulged out, legs thrashing wildly at the air.
This weren’t right. None of it was. Damn Colter. Damn him to hell.
The bile in his throat burned all the way to his stomach. He barely got himself hid behind a pile of old beer barrels before he threw his guts up into the mud. Minutes later, shaking and sweating, Harry wiped the vile stuff from his chin. Fury and grief gripped him, making his chest hurt. His brother was gone. Dead. And Sam Colter was to blame for it.
He forced himself to look at Frank’s body, spinning almost lazily now from the end of the rope. He never wanted to forget what had happened today. He wanted to hold onto the icy hatred settling over him like armor–let it protect him and keep the awful feeling of helplessness away. He wanted revenge.
“I’ll get even for you Frank,” he vowed quietly. “Colter will pay for what he done today. He’ll pay for hangin’ you.”
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I want to thank Cindy for sharing so much information about herself and her books with us today. I’m sure she’d love to hear from you.