Sunday, April 10, 2016

Writing Bull Riders - Jeannie Watt

Hi everyone! 

Recently I started writing bull rider books and talk about fun! I’ve always loved bull riding. It’s the final rodeo event and even my father, who was notorious for leaving things early to beat the crowd out of the parking lot, stayed in his seat until the last whistle blew.

Bull riders are a special breed. They may be cocky or they may be quiet and humble, but regardless of temperament, they have a need to test themselves and the ability to persevere despite debilitating pain. They are driven by a passion that many of us never experience in our chosen careers. Why else would they put themselves up against a cranky beast that weighs well over half a ton?

During my career in education, I’ve taught a few bull riders. Many were impulsive, and some might say reckless, but to persevere in the sport, a person has to train, commit to a schedule, ignore impulse and embrace the science of the sport. Those that can’t do that, don’t last long. I love my bull riding heroes, love exploring their psyches and pitting them against heroines who bring out in the best in them.

Here’s an excerpt from my first bull riding book—The Bull Rider Meets His Match:

Alexa Benjamin had yet to see a bull rider who didn’t walk as if he owned the world, and the guy coming up the front walk of her best friend’s house? He looked as if he were in charge of the universe. Never in her twenty-eight years had she encountered anyone as sure of himself as Grady Owen. Nor anyone quite as irritating.

Lex stepped back from the window, gave her shoulders a roll, then started toward the front door to head off trouble. Grady had just hit the top step when she walked out onto the porch and took a stance. When he saw her, his expression shifted from good natured to hard so quickly it would have been comical if she didn’t suspect that he was there to screw up her best friend’s life. Again.

“Lex. What a pleasant surprise.” But there was no hint of friendliness in his gray eyes.

“Same here,” she said, folding her arms over her chest as she studied the man who was not going to get into the house. Like all bull riders, Grady was one tightly packed unit: average height, lean and wiry. Lex knew if she reached out and ran a hand over his arm, or any part of his body for that matter, all she would feel would be sinew and muscle. Sometimes, in the past, she’d felt a subtle urge to do just that, to touch his fascinatingly hard body. But Grady had always had that effect on her. He drove her crazy with his self-absorbed attitude and cockiness, yet a small part of her found him interesting. She’d reminded herself on more than one occasion that some people found major disasters interesting, also.


1 comment:

Bonnie said...

Yip, now I want to read it.