Wednesday, January 29, 2014

A Day in the Life of… Melissa Miller

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Melissa F. Miller is a practicing lawyer, a wife, a mother, a coffee addict, and the author of the bestselling Sasha McCandless legal thriller series.

In 2011, Melissa published the first book in her Sasha McCandless legal thriller series. The series currently consists of five full-length novels and two novellas, with more novels on the way on 2014. Melissa is also hard at work on a three-book spin-off series featuring attorney Aroostine Higgins and a medical thriller spin-off series featuring Buddhist forensic pathologist Bodhi King. Send coffee!

For more information about Melissa or the Sasha McCandless series, please visit www.melissafmiller.com and sign up for Melissa’s newsletter or find Melissa on Facebook: www.facebook.com/authormelissafmiller. You can also email her at melissa@melissafmiller.com.

A Day in the Life … of Melissa F. Miller

12:15 a.m.: Hannah, our hound dog whines to go outside. Really? The house is quiet and so cold. Grrr. I get up, careful not to disturb the three-year old, who’s snuggled up between me and my husband. Race downstairs, let Hannah out back. Check the temperature on the thermometer on the kitchen windowsill. A balmy 11 degrees. Dog comes back, we race upstairs,both of us tripping over the cat. The five-year old appears to have wandered in during my absence and is now cuddled up with the three-year old, snoring loudly. Hannah and I head for the guest room.

12:30-3:00 a.m.: When does a day start anyway? This is like when I quit wearing my Fitbit because I never knew when to take it off: Life with three kids seems to run on a twenty-four ON cycle, around here anyway. I fire up the wireless keyboard and write a couple hundred words on my work in progress in the dark. Then fall asleep.

4:30 a.m.: Little one is awake and calling me. I pop up and race to my bedroom, noticing that at some point, the eight-year old showed up in the guest room and is now asleep on top of my keyboard. Scoop up little one and take her downstairs before she wakes the entire family. She’s hungry. For PASTA. Turn on the fireplace and set her up with Curious George, while I put water on to boil for pasta. Might as well start the coffee, too. Two cups of black coffee and one improbable monkey adventure later, the penne is done. Aaaand … the girl child is fast asleep on the couch. Stick the food in the fridge for later and scribble a few pages to add to the work in progress in the almost too-pretty-to-use notebook the husband got me as a gift. More coffee. Fall asleep holding mug and pen.

5:55 a.m. on the dot: Eight-year old wakes up ready to tackle the day, races downstairs, slams door on his way outside to practice martial arts in the freezing cold. Warm up coffee. Start packing lunches. Eight-year old flies through kitchen on his way into the front room to practice piano. Write a very ambitious TO DO list in my notebook, fueled by coffee and optimism.

6:00-8:00 a.m: Feed and dress various children. Bundle them up and shove them out into the cold where fully dressed and made-up carpool mom is waiting. I wave goodbye, pretending I’m not in my pajamas and my hair isn’t sticking straight up.

Ahh, the house is quiet. Now I can write.

8:00 a.m.-noon: Drink more coffee, do lawyer things (the husband and I are lawyers and we work together), walk dog, eat lunch with husband. Think about working out. Revise TO DO List.

noon-2:00 p.m. Write, screw around on the Internet, moan that I am behind on my word count, answer reader emails, grudgingly work out.

2:00 p.m.: Convince darling husband to pick up the carpool from school so I can write. He leaves. Write. Shower and change into clean pajamas. Write some more until the kids come home from school.

3:00-8:00 p.m.: Snacks, homework, dinner, board games, family reading time in the living room.

8:00 p.m.: Announce that it’s bathtime. Allow children to con me into substituting hot tub for baths. Load them all into the hot tub, noting that it’s 18 degrees out there. Crack a beer with the husband and enjoy the silence.

8:03 p.m.: Remove children from hot tub and thaw their frozen hair.

8:04-10 p.m.: Get pajamas on, teeth brushed, and children tucked into bed. Tell stories. Fetch cups of water. Rub backs. Fall asleep repeatedly during this process.

11:00-1:30 a.m.: Wake up on bottom bunk in boys’ room. Stumble downstairs to spend some time with husband. He’s asleep in front of John Stewart. Throw a blanket over him and pad out to kitchen, where I pour the dregs of the day’s coffee into a mug and pop it in the microwave to heat while I set up fresh coffee for the morning. Then head up to office with undrinkable coffee and write until Hannah wanders in whining to go outside.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

This is my glamorous life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything!

Giveaway:

One lucky commenter will win the ebook box set of the first three books in the Sasha McCandless series

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Irreparable Harm (Book 1)

After eight long years, Sasha McCandless is about to make partner at a prestigious law firm. When a plane operated by her client slams into the side of a mountain, killing everyone aboard, Sasha gears up to defend the inevitable civil lawsuits. She soon realizes the crash was no accident: a developer has created an application that can control a commercial plane's onboard computer from a smartphone. Sasha joins forces with a federal air marshal, and they race to prevent another airline disaster. But when people close to the matter start to die, Sasha must rely on both her legal skills and her Krav Maga training to stop the madman before he kills her.

Inadvertent Disclosure (Book 2)

Six months after an airplane crash altered the course of Sasha's professional and personal life, she's focused on building her solo law practice and tending her budding relationship with federal air marshal Leo Connelly. When she drives from Pittsburgh to rural Clear Brook County to argue a discovery motion, she finds a town bitterly divided over the issue of hydrofracking the Marcellus Shale. Outsiders from the oil and gas industry and environmental activists threaten to rip apart the community's fabric. Then the town's only judge is murdered, and Sasha can't just walk away. As she works to find the killer, she must race to save the town before it fractures beyond repair.

Irretrievably Broken (Book 3)

The venerable law firm of Prescott & Talbott is reeling from the murder of partner Ellen Mortenson -- purportedly at the hands of her estranged husband -- when a photograph of the dead woman arrives, her face Xed out and "ONE DOWN" scrawled across the bottom. Within days, a second partner is murdered, her husband also accused. Sasha doesn't practice criminal defense, so she's suspicious when her former firm asks her to represent Ellen's husband. Owing Prescott a favor, she takes the case and soon finds herself representing not one, but both, of the so-called Lady Lawyer Killers. The long hours jeopardize her relationship with Leo Connelly when he needs her most. That's the least of Sasha's troubles, though, because what she doesn't know is that the real killer is waging a vendetta for a past case gone wrong. And there's one more lawyer on his list.

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3 comments:

  1. Making time for the important things. I love the hot tub baths and frozen hair!

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  2. Writing about fracking... controversy, nice! Martial arts in the cold, and that with your 24/7 days... wow.

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