4) What is your favourite genre to write for?
I love fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuff. Market Price is so FLUFFY AND SWEET and it was so fun to write. That’s my favorite--bantering, teasing, probably smutty Frasers.
8) Where do you take your inspiration from?
Clearly, I’m incapable of being inspired by anything but random songs.
Market Price was inspired by the song from the season 1 volume 1 OST, ‘Comin Thro the Rye’ because I was at a farmer’s market, had my earbuds in, and that track played. Suddenly it was very much like I was at an outdoor market in the 18th century, I can’t explain it!!
DATRIL was based on 2 different experiences.
Strawberry Wine is just based off a heckin’ good song.
17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.
How about I do you like...PARAGRAPHS better?
I loved Jamie Fraser. It was the only thing in the world I was sure of.
I loved to look at his face when he was unaware, whether that meant as he read by the fire or if I happened to be awake while he slept. If it was the latter, I could slip into bed beside him as close as I dared and faintly trace the slight pout of his lips with my index finger. Once, he caught me, kissed my thumb, and made love to me in the faint grey light of early morning.
He had a dash of a scar on his cheek that I enjoyed running my thumb across, and if I happened to be on the other side of him, a mole I liked pressing my lips against as I began a love affair with his skin. My trail of warm kisses always ended at the crook of his neck against his pulse.
If Jamie was awake, I liked to admire the way rogue curls fell against his forehead and the way his lips parted when he was lost in thought or trying to make sense of something. He was truly a beautiful man, and my heart ached with everything I wanted to whisper to him in the cover of night beneath our blankets.
I should have been as freely expressive of my love for him as he had been for me. As I sat alone in our child’s nursery, waiting for the arrival of my last link to Jamie, I realized he’d given me a tangible gift to hold and cherish and love.
In the midst of attempting to reconcile my reluctant gratitude with anger and hurt, I’d forgotten something that would always be true, regardless of whether or not Jamie lived or died.