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I will be answering all your questions about me, writing and anything else on GoodReads weekly. What do you want to ask me? Prepare.

Here is this weeks questions I answered.

How do you deal with writer’s block?
Vincent de Paul Well, writer's block, when it comes and I really can't fight it, I read. I read and read and read until it goes away, or get ideas from the works I am reading.
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What’s the best thing about being a writer?
Vincent de Paul Being able to create 'people' or characters whom you breathe life in to, from nothing like God. In essence, when you are a writer you are a god, you give life and take it whenever you want.
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What’s your advice for aspiring writers?
Vincent de Paul In today's world schedules are tighter more than ever, there is no time to relax and write, so; you create time to write, may it be late in the night or early in the morning, an idea must be put down every now and then. A writer's block is not for a writer who wants to write for the rest of their lives.
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What are you currently working on?
Vincent de Paul I am currently working on my first novel. I wrote it 10 years ago and over the years I have edited and re-edited it.... now I am ready to publish it.
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How do you get inspired to write?
Vincent de Paul I get inspired to write by everyday experiences and human life.
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Where did you get the idea for your most recent book?
Vincent de Paul I got the idea for my most recent book, Holy Crimes, from interacting with couples in relationships and my own relationship.
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