A Day in the Life of Terri Herman-Ponce

A Day in the Life of Terri Herman-Ponce

You know, I sat at my laptop staring at my screen, wondering what I could possibly write about my typical day. In truth, many of the things I do aren’t different from what most other people do. I have a day job, get up for work (okay, maybe earlier than many of you) and commute 4 hours round trip each day (okay, maybe longer than many of you), and I also manage a family, cook, do laundry, run errands…and somewhere in the middle of all of that, find time to write. And research. And market. And edit…

So I guess you’d say that my typical day is very busy.

But I’ll tell you something else. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I’m one of those people who thrive on moving. Oh yes, I adore relaxation, too (along with meditation), but I like being active. I crave it. Maybe it’s the creative side of me that needs this activity, because many times when I’m moving I get inspired with writing. When I’m running outside and listening to music, a song can come on that will spark an image or scene in my head that begs to be written. When I’m ironing (something I hate to do) and watching a movie (something that makes the hate less painful), a segment of dialogue can inspire a conversation for my latest novel.

And then there are days where I seem to tune into everything. The murmur of other people’s conversations, for example. The clipped, fluttering sound that leaves make when a gust of wind blows through. The sumptuous scent of coconut body lotion at the beach. The bzzz bzzz bzzz of a puffy bumblebee as it dances from flower to flower. The feel of fine silk in my hands, like a wispy, warm breeze sifting through my fingers.

Every day life, for me, is a journey. An adventure. Something to be explored. I can truly say that I can watch the heavens with as much awe as I can a mother who coddles her newborn, and be inspired by both. Nothing is sacred to me as a writer, and for very good reason. I just can’t stop my curiosity, my need to feel and sense everything that surrounds me.

So a day in the life of Terri Herman-Ponce? It’s busy, yes, but it’s one that’s made up of appreciating the little things—for a sense of peace, and for some rock-solid storytelling.

What about you? What is your day like? Full of inspiration? Too little time and too much to do? Or a balance in between? I’d love to know.

Thank you for having me here today! I hope to make some new acquaintances, and maybe share some of the things that inspire your day, too.

The deets…

Everyone wants something.
Even if it belongs to someone else.
And some will destroy the very thing they want, just so no one else can have it.
Professional soldier David Bellotti’s latest mission seems simple: steal the key card to a drug lord’s compound so the empire can be infiltrated and destroyed. But when David discovers evidence of his lover Lottie’s possible infidelity, his mission turns personal. He searches for answers others would kill to keep buried and discovers a link to the past he’s been trying hard to ignore.
Ancient lives, twelve thousand year old secrets, murder, and primal instincts lead David on a journey through past lives and present danger—all to save the woman he loves.
Find your way back through history, when hunter-gatherers roamed and David and Lottie’s past incarnations began. The Reading Café calls Covet, Book Two of the Past Life Series, “An amazing and fascinating storyline of suspense, mystery, betrayal, hatred and love.”   

A Sneak Peek Inside….

I blew out the entrance and took off, hustling through the panicked crowd. Another gun fired and police sirens sounded in the distance. I made a left down a small street then a right into an alley, jumping a garbage can, hurtling over a short wall, and disappearing into the neighborhood. If Galen didn’t make it to our backup rendezvous point, I had to get to the safe house and that was five miles away. And right now, I had no idea if Galen and Lady in Blue were still alive.
I skidded past a corner, wondering if I should take the chance and call an alert into HQ, when I heard screeching tires. I backed up, pressed myself against a wall, and realized who it was. Galen in a Toyota. He threw open the passenger door and I jumped in, slamming the door shut as Galen jammed the gas pedal.
“You get it?” he asked, swerving through a turn then dropping our speed so we didn’t draw attention.
I nodded. “Is Lady in Blue okay?”
Galen hugged another turn. “She will be. She came to when the gunshots were fired.”
I blew out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t the first time a distraction job had taken a bad turn, but it was still a worry. “And the cops?”
“All at the nightclub. But we will have to lose the car.” He used his cell phone and dialed our contact, making arrangements for cleanup.
I pulled out Sahin’s wallet and lifted the keycard. “Payday,” I said, holding it up.
“Mommie Dearest says we should leave the wallet and card with the car.” Galen disconnected the call. “They will pick it all up at the Starbucks near the safe house in ten minutes.”
I drew in a breath and held it, forcing my heart and my lungs to calm down. Another close call. I loved this stuff.
“You love this stuff way too much,” Galen said, glancing my way.
I had known Galen all of three months, and he was far too good at reading my mind already. I was trying to get my head wrapped around the fact that we were connected in a way that didn’t make sense, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. Ignoring him, I sank into the seat, letting the adrenalin wear off.
“Let’s see what else we’ve got on this guy.” Inside his wallet I found a black American Express, a MasterCard, and over five thousand Euros in the billfold. A picture was tucked in with his identification. I pulled it out and held it up to catch the light from passing street lamps.

It was a photo of the love of my life kissing another man.

Who is Ponce?

Terri looks for any opportunity to make stuff up. She thinks anything that can’t so easily be explained is worth an extra look and often makes a great story. She loves red wine, scotch, sunrises, Ancient Egypt, the beach—and a host of other stuff that would take too much real estate to talk about. The youngest of five children, Terri lives with her husband and son on Long Island. And, in her next life, if she hasn’t moved on to somewhere else, she wants to be an astronomer. Terri’s fascinated with the night skies almost as much as she’s fascinated with ancient Egypt.
Terri is a member of member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America, and you can read about her at http://terriponce.com/.
If you love social media, you can also find Terri on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Terri.Ponce.Author and on Twitter at https://twitter.com/TerriPonce. Come visit. She’d love to hear from you!


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15 thoughts on “A Day in the Life of Terri Herman-Ponce

  1. Thanks for hosting! Readers, Terri will be awarding one free Ecopy of Covet (Book 2 of the Past Life Series) and In This Life (Book 1 of the Past Life Series), to a randomly chosen commenter at each stop and a Grand Prize of a $50 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

  2. My day is usually very full and I'm thinking about all the things I need to do. I'm always writing lists. lol


  3. I really love this story. loved the excerpt. I wish I had more things to fill my day. I get bored sometimes. It doesn't sound as though you have time to be bored.

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