Wednesday, December 9, 2015

An interview with dystopian romance author, Tracey Ward

Greetings, avid readers! 

One of my favorite authors, Tracey Ward, is soon to release her much-anticipated dystopian, The Seventh Hour, and I could NOT be more ecstatic! Not only do I love her stories, but her writing is always eloquent and beautiful. I can't wait to see where she takes us on this new adventure of hers set in a world where nothing is simple and everything is unknown.

As a favor, Tracey gave me the inside scoop and look into the writing process behind this new jewel. I can already tell you that if you love dystopian, you're going to love this story! Don't forget to add it to your Goodreads bookshelf and happy reading! (There's a Rafflecopter giveaway link below)


How long did it take to write this story?
Over a year, which is a really long time for me. Most of my stories take closer to six months from when I come up with the idea to when I send it off to editing. The Seventh Hour has been tricky, though. It's gone through a lot of changes to become what it is now, changes that took months to work through.

How did you come up with the idea for it? Has it been kicking around in your mind for awhile?
I thought of the idea when I was finishing up the Survival Series. I love survival stories, but I wanted to try something new. Something without zombies. I got to thinking about other natural disasters that would change the way we all live, and the slowing of the Earth's rotation really got my attention. I found a really interesting documentary on what it would be like to live in that world and it sounded like a nightmare. That's when I knew I had to write that story. A year later and I'm finally doing it!

Is this book a standalone or will there be a series?
This is a standalone. The main focus of the story is the development of Liv and Gray as people while they figure out who they are versus who they're expected to be. They both have a lot of preconceptions to contend with, about each other and about themselves. If I tried to take that story farther than one book I'm pretty sure everyone would hate them by the end of it. We'd all be screaming at them to get it together already. 

What was your favorite part about writing this story?
Finishing it. Finally finishing it is the best feeling in the world because this story has been with me longer than any of them ever has before. It's sort of a relief to be done with it, but it's also just really exciting to see what people think of it. I'm really hoping it's something different that people can get lost in. 

What fun fact would you like to share about this story? Anything?
The number 7 is everywhere. People count to it, other numbers add up to it. It has no special meaning other than being tied to the title, but I included it whenever I could just for fun.

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The Seventh Hour by Tracey Ward 
Publication date: January 6th 2016
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

When the Earth’s rotation slowed to a crawl mankind was plunged into a harsh world of burning hot days and endless, arctic nights. Some fled to the mountains for shelter. Others took to the seas, sailing forever in the perfect gold between the night and the day; a place known as the Seventh Hour.

Liv was raised aboard a ship chasing the Seventh. She’s never seen the night, never known true cold, and when a storm destroys her home she’s on land for the first time in her life. She’s alone, surrounded by strangers and perils she couldn’t have imagined in her worst nightmares. Her only chance at survival is Grayson.

He saved her. He’ll protect her. He hates her.
Old grudges run deeper than the sea, and Liv and Gray will have to overcome them together to make it to morning.  To survive the longest night.

     “How long have I been here?” I ask the ceiling.
     Grayson’s cot creaks in protest. He must be moving. He’s always moving, always adjusting and grunting, waking up in the middle of the night to stand and stretch. He’s hurt in some way but he won’t tell me how.
     “Um,” he groans thoughtfully, “three full days. I think.”
     “What time is it? Which hour?”
     “We’re in the Eighth.”
     I laugh shortly, but there’s no joy in it. Only disbelief. I’ve never been out of the Seventh hour before. I shudder to think what the world looks like outside. “Is it dark?”
     “It should be getting there.”
     “Yep,” he answers on a yawn.
     “Have you ever been outside this late?”
     “Normally, yeah. We don’t always have to close the doors this early, but the storms are bad this year.”
     “What’s it like?”
     “Dark. Cold.”
     He’s being glib. He does that a lot.
     “Do you want to elaborate on that?” I insist.
     He doesn’t answer right away. Maybe he’s deciding how to shut my questions down, maybe he’s actually formulating an answer, but what I know he’s not doing is ignoring me.     As aloof as he is, he’s never snubbed me.
     “What do you want to know?” he finally asks reluctantly.
     I shrug even though he can’t see it from across the room. “I don’t know.”
     “Then I don’t know what to tell you.”
     “Have you ever seen the stars?”
     “Yeah, of course.”
     “What are they like?”
     “Lights in the sky,” he explains dryly.
     “That’s it?”
     “That’s it. A lot of them are planets that are already burned out but their last light is still traveling. They’ll all burn out for good someday.”
     I frown. “That’s sad.”
     “That’s science.”
      I think I prefer poetry.
     “When you step outside in the Eighth hour, what’s the first thing you think?” I press, hoping to get a real answer. One that doesn’t end with the slow, gasping death of the entire universe.
     “I think it’s dark. And cold.”
     “Oh, forget it,” I moan, rolling over. Turning my back on him.
     Minutes go by. Long minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty. Nearly thirty. I think we’re done, that the discussion is over and he’s gotten his way, nettling me into silence, but then he speaks and it’s more of a surprise than I’m ready for.
     “I think about how I’m going to miss it,” he says, his voice filling the room low from the floor up to the ceiling, warm and pensive. “I step outside in the Eighth when the sun is gone and it’s getting too cold to stand, and I think how long the next six months are going to be.”
     I swallow hard, his honesty leaving a strange taste on my tongue. “Does everyone feel that way?”
     “I don’t know. I haven’t asked everyone.”
     “What is it that you know you’re going to miss?”
     “The sky,” he answers immediately. “The air. The way it smells.”
     “It smells like the ocean here.”
     “Imagine that.”
     I roll my eyes. “I mean it smells familiar. When we went outside to before, it smelled like home. It was nice. For a second.”
     He shifts on his cot, grunting painfully. “It’s going to be a long year for you.”
     “Who are you kidding, Grayson?” I ask sadly. “It’s going to be a long year for all of us.”

Tracey's Bio
"I don't write romances, I write relationships. One is pretty and perfect and all consuming. The other is real."

I was born in Eugene, Oregon and studied English Literature at the University of Oregon (Go Ducks!) I love writing all kinds of genres from YA Dystopian to New Adult Romance, the common themes between them all being strong character development and a good dose of humor.

My husband, son, and snuggly pitbull are my world.

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  1. I'm really lookin forward to this one. CAN"T WAIT

    1. I know! So excited! I get an ARC this weekend I think, I'll post a review and let you know how it is. I'm sure it will be wonderful!