Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 March 2019

Interview with Author Feyisayo Anjorin

Today I have an interview with author Feyisayo Anjorin who discusses writing and his novella, The Night My Dead Girlfriend Called.  Enjoy.


Interview with Author Feyisayo Anjorin




Why don’t you begin by sharing a little about yourself?

My name is Feyisayo Anjorin, I am a writer, a filmmaker, a husband, a father, a lover of all good things.


Could you tell us about your latest book?

My novella, “The Night My Dead Girlfriend Called” is an urban fantasy/science fiction set in 22nd century Nigeria, about the personal conflict of a young police officer against the backdrop of the societal changes orchestrated by the possible intrusion of technology into realms that had been hitherto totally human-driven.


What did you enjoy most about writing the urban fantasy/science fiction genre?

I particularly enjoy the freedom to create a world that is familiar and at the same time strange. The cosmopolitan cities in Africa come alive in the book, and I was able to put in a bit of Yoruba mythology. I am Yoruba from South West Nigeria, so a bit of the traditional spiritual beliefs of my people, with my knowledge of technology, where it is and where it would likely go; and the conflict of culture too, and unbridled creativity, all that, in a good mix, got me a great story.



Why did you write this book? What was your inspiration?

One day I was thinking about a friend who lost his wife, and who wanted to start dating not long after the bereavement. This decision got some people talking, asking why this man is in a hurry to replace the dead. So I imagined the man and his wife, their life together, their love so strong, I imagined the man’s wife being jealous and not happy about being replaced. That was how the story came. Initially, it was meant to be a short story, but when it was published by Brittle Paper, Ainehi Edoro, the editor of the magazine, wanted me to write a more comprehensive story. It was easy.



What did you enjoy most about writing your book?

I loved the personality of the dead woman, Sade, and the confusion of Badoo, the lead character, the way I was about to explore Yoruba mythology and what our people believe about dead people.


Did anything surprise you about the process of writing your book?

I was surprised by the end, because there was a time that I thought I could not start writing something if I do not know how it would end, but after Brittle Paper commissioned a story series (which was eventually compiled and became the novella) I was just writing episode by episode, not knowing how it would end. The characters developed on their own, based on their motivation, conflicts and relationships.


Can you tell us about your writing process? Where do your ideas originate? Do you have a certain writing routine?

When a certain story possibility comes to mind, I dwell on the thought to see what interesting things could come of it, then I start writing things on paper. I guess the things that I write typically come from the synthesis of ideas, whether from the books that I’ve read or from the stories I hear, I mean real life stories, or from a song. I don’t have a strict writing routine but anytime I have the opportunity to be alone, I write. If I don’t have the opportunity to write I would read, because I can read anywhere, no matter the noise. I need absolute peace and quiet to be productive as a writer though.


How do you research for your books?

It depends on the genre I’m trying to write. I notice that anytime I read about the Yoruba traditional religion, I write scary stuff, not because it is scary, but I am a Christian, I am Yoruba too. We typically fear what we don’t understand, especially spiritual stuff. If I am writing about another African country as in the case of ‘Kasali’s Africa’ I just read newspapers and online articles from that country. Sometimes I just read, and then writing something similar becomes easy.


What’s your next project? Any upcoming book secrets you care to reveal?

My next project is a story collection “Women of the City”, it’s about women fighting for survival in a city that is, in fact, a perilous jungle without looking like it.



The Night My Dead Girlfriend Called is available on Amazon.




As the 22nd century Nigeria becomes divided by the plan of the government to introduce law enforcement robots into the police services, Badoo, a young police officer gets a phone call from his dead girlfriend.
The passage of time and the persistence of the calls slowly turns Badoo’s affection for the deceased to hatred. 
Badoo has to summon the courage to face Pa Fakunle, a witchdoctor, a man of secrets who says far less than he knows; and an unknown top police establishment bent on disputing his sanity.





Saturday, 2 February 2019

Beauty is the Beast Blog Tour: A Conversation with Gretchen



Today, we join the Beauty is the Beast Blog Tour with a great character interview (and a giveaway). This is a bit of a departure from the normal character interviews you see here, as our intrepid reporter Richard Dale is temporarily indisposed due to a dimensional shift (don't worry Jenkins is working on restoring reality). In the meantime enjoy this delightful slice of life with Gretchen (from the urban fantasy Beauty is the Beast by Jennifer Zamboni).



A Conversation with Gretchen

In which Persephone interviews Gretchen for a position as a stylist at Olympian’s Salon.





Percy glanced at the grandfather clock that sat to the right of her salon. The next interviewee was due to arrive at any moment. She had picked this girl specifically because of what she was, knowing that she could be of help to her. A once over in her station mirror confirmed that her glamour was fully in place.


One of the bells over the double doors rang as a tall dark haired young woman stepped in. She was blinking like her eyes were irritated, and Percy could see her nostrils flare ever so slightly, taking in the scents of the salon.


“You must be Gretchen,” said Percy, stepping forward. “Welcome! Please come have a seat over in the waiting area and we’ll get started.” She held out her hand in greeting and received a firm handshake.


“Thank you,” said Gretchen, selecting a spot on the slick sofa, then handed her potential employer a folder that contained her resume and a brief portfolio.


Percy took a moment to look it over, nodding as she thought, then closed it and set it aside.


“Alright then, let’s get started. How long have you been doing hair?”


“A long time, you?” Gretchen asked, seeming to be resisting the urge to cross her arms.


“Oh, a long time as well.”


“I figured,” said Gretchen, her nostrils flaring once more. “What are you?”


Percy was taken aback, she had thought her glamour was quite thorough. “I don’t know what you mean.”


Gretchen rolled her eyes. “You reek of magic. Old magic.”


“Oh all right, you caught me, I’m Persephone and fae and you’re a werewolf,” said Percy, a grin spreading over her lips.


Gretchen’s lip rolled up, revealing rapidly sharpening teeth, and growled.


“Oh, now, now, there’s no need of that. It’s why I chose to interview you. I already know much of your background. I know you were first licensed back in the ’80s and yet you still don’t look a day past your early 20’s.”


Gretchen huffed, then leaned forward, elbows to knees, and studied the woman seated across from her. “Okay. So the interview is for me as a supernatural or for me as a stylist?”


“Both!” Percy exclaimed. “I think the salon will run much more smoothly if everyone is fae or at least part, then there’s no need for hiding on lunch break. Or full moon.


Gretchen’s eyebrows shot up, and she settled back into the couch. “Okay. What do you need to know then?”


Percy pulled out the pad of paper with the questions she’d written out. “Let’s see. Let’s start with your real age and the age you tell everyone.”


“Um, somewhere in the 180’s I think. I’m fuzzy on dates. I usually tell people I’m 24.”


Percy nodded, noting down the answer. “And was becoming a werewolf your idea, or an attack.”


“It was an offer that I should have refused,” said Gretchen, her face neutral as she misquoted.


Percy threw her head back and laughed. “Well, that’s good I suppose! Moving on. What do you do during the full moon to keep others safe?”


“I try and lock myself up. Some doors are better than others.”


Percy tapped the end of her pen against her lip. “You know, I have a barn out back that’s no longer in use. I’d be willing to fix it up into a kennel for you. If your interested, that is.”


Gretchen drew in a quick breath, and her eyebrows scrunched together. “Why?”


“Well, if you’re going to work for me, I can’t risk you eating the locals. I can offer more than that. I can help you with your furry issue. This is more than just a job I’m offering you. I know you’ve been having control issues and that you’re a lone-wolf--”


“Hey, how did you find--”


“Don’t worry about it, I have my ways. Anyhow, as I was saying, I can offer you room, board, and potentially a share in the business. I can help give you a stable environment and keep you and your wolf safe.”


“I need some time to think--”


“I’m not sure if I can allow that. You see, you’re living in my territory, and I cannot have a loose cannon running around threatening to expose the fae community. You do understand that, don’t you.”


Gretchen’s fists tightened as she nodded. “I understand. It’s either take this job and move in here or get out of Maine.”


“Yes, exactly,” said Percy brightly. “Now, that’s settled, let’s move on. Tell me what you like to do as a stylist.”


Gretchen gaped but found herself unable to argue. “Um, uh, I like funky styles. I like color, and I can work miracles with a pair of sheers.”


“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Yes, your portfolio is quite impressive. I think you’ll succeed here. I can see that you’ve kept up with trends and training, which is very important to me. You can’t be one of those elderly beauticians that does the same cut and curl on everyone, that would just be a dead giveaway that you’re not just a 24-year-old kid.”


“What else do you need to know about me that you didn’t already find out on your own?” Gretchen’s arms once again crossed over her chest.


“Oh, how about hobbies. What do you do when you’re not doing hair or off munching on innocent woodland creatures?”


“I run a lot. It helps me burn off steam, especially with all these woods. It’s part of why I moved to Maine. And I play the violin.”


“Oh, that’s lovely! I’d very much like to hear you play.”


“Well, you definitely will, if you’re making me move in. I spend a lot of time practicing. Anything else?”


“Hey, who’s doing this interview, me or you?” Percy joked. “No, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head beyond when you’ll be moving in. You’re hired by the way.”


“I figured. I can move now if you really want. Everything I own is in my truck.”


“Splendid,” said Percy. “Let’s get you settled then. That first station will be yours, now let me show you to your room.”


Percy led Gretchen up the double grand staircase and to the left, coming to a stop in front of a door. Percy fit a key to the lock, then passed it off to Gretchen.


“Best keep this locked so clients don’t go snooping,” she said, leading the werewolf into the spacious bedroom.


The smell of death and magic filled the room, and Gretchen spun around to find a petite blonde, who appeared a little younger than herself.


“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Long time, no see, mutt.” The little vampire gave a toothy grin.


“Lacey-Marie, you work here? How have you been? Where have you been?” Gretchen stepped forward and pulled the newcomer into a tight hug.


“Yes, I almost forgot you two knew each other a few years back. I’ll leave you to get reacquainted.” And with that Percy returned to the salon, quite smug in the fact that her plan was working out so well.





Beauty is the Beast: Beasts Among Us
by Jennifer Zamboni

Gretchen is a 24-year-old-hairstylist with secrets: She likes to chase squirrels and howl at the moon. She’s also not really 24. When one of her coworkers turns up dead in the salon, she suspects that the murderer isn’t entirely human. When another stylist is murdered, and then another, she goes on the prowl. A circus with a secret side show catches her attention, as does her former pack, and a group of visiting vampires. Her only outlet is her music, but that will only keep her wolf on a leash for so long with a killer on the loose.

Beauty is the Beast is available on Amazon









About Jennifer Zamboni



Jen loves books. Reading them, writing them, reviewing them, and collecting them. (She claims it’s not hoarding) Urban fantasy is the name of her game, and being a mom is her day job. She also is a licensed cosmetologist, though she no longer works in a salon. She lives in the boondocks of Maine with her husband, 2 girls, 2 dogs, 3 cats, and 1 vocally insistent cockatiel.

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For more of the Blog Tour here's the schedule:

January 29: https://alwaysanotherchapter.co.uk/ (Guest Post)
January 31: http://rebekahjonesy.blogspot.com/ (Guest Post)
February 1: https://tomfallwell.com/blog/ (Author Interview)
February 1: https://www.jacobrundle.com/news (Book Review)
February 2: http://afstewartblog.blogspot.com/ (Character Interview)

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Moss and Clay Book Tour: American Legends and Urban Fantasy

Today we are a stop on the Moss and Clay (Book 1 in the Mab’s Doll Series) book tour. I spotlight this new release (out May 26th), a mythological fantasy novel by Rebekah Jonesy, as well as present a guest post by the author. Enjoy.



Moss and Clay (Book 1 in the Mab’s Doll Series) by Rebekah Jonesy



Moss, clay, and blood--that's how Gillian began.

A doll, crafted and given a mission by Danu. Given life by human and Fae blood.  First daughter of Mab, Queen of the Fae, Gillian must track down the rogue fae in the Americas and bring them back under Fae Law with only a volunteer kelpie to travel with her.

And no one knows what they’re in for. Not even the gods that sent them.


Get the free prequel story here: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/g7cjknwe9p

The book is available at: Amazon Kindle
on pre-order until May 26th 2018 when it goes live.






And now for the guest post


American Legends and Urban Fantasy



America is a crazy, mixed up, wild combination of everything. And I love it. From the food to the language to the legends and ghost stories; America is a tossed salad of everything.



And like American salads, that isn’t always a healthy thing.

Because what happens when you run into a four legged creature that stands taller than your car, has rows of sharp teeth, sounds like it has hooves, and is being chased by a thunderstorm? Do you cover your ears? Do you make the sign of the cross? Do you offer it three drops of blood? Or do you make sure you do not make contact of any kind?

Well that depends on if it is a bäckahäst, a kelpie, a nøkk, or a nix. In a land of mixed cultures like America is, it only makes sense that all of their monsters and legends should follow. But if that holds true then how is anyone supposed to know how to identify and protect themselves from the complex variations of imported or domestic legends?

Because of course, America had its own legends and myths before the Europeans came sailing in. What if the four-legged creature wasn’t a creature at all. But was instead a Navajo witch called a skin-walker?




Let’s just hope it’s a werewolf instead. We all know how to deal with those. Right?

Right?!

But America has a thousand such stories. Some very similar to each other. The White Ladies and La Llorona. Hasn’t everyone heard the ghost story of the local woman that drowned and still walks the river looking for her child? Some of those stories say that if she notices you she will start to scream and wail and you’ll be frozen in place, just like the banshees of Scotland.
We’re Americans though, so we don’t just stick to the old stories. Instead we make up new ones. The black eyed children that have to be invited in to do God knows what to you. The Slenderman myth that took on such a brutal life of its own when two girls committed murders to appease him. The Rake that sits at the foot of your bed and steals your ability to move and possibly even your life force. The black dog that chases down truckers and is an omen of imminent death. These are all new legends, birthed by Americans themselves. We have so many now that we even created a new term that covers all of them. Creepy Pasta.

It’s a crazy, mixed up, wild combination of everything. And I love it. Which is why I started a new urban fantasy series to address as many as possible. I’m not just relying on myself, though. I’ve started a Facebook group where we can all tell and share the stories we know and love. And I would love it if you would join me. Share your stories and read mine. Cause how else are you going to learn the difference between a pooka and a nix?





About the Author



Rebekah Jonesy knows stuff about things and isn't afraid to talk and write about it. Outside of the literary world, she is a mad scientist cook, gardener, Jill of all trades, and military spouse. Inside the literary world she is a devourer of books, publisher, and mentor.

“Rebekah has the best kind of rabies”- JD Estrada You can follow author Rebekah Jonesy at Twitter, Facebook, join her reader’s group, or her blog Heart Strong.




You can sign up for her newsletter here: Newsletter 

Or check her out on Amazon, Goodreads or Smashwords 

And of course you can find her books here for the free prequel to Mab’s Doll or grab your copy of the first book of the series, Moss and Clay 



And check out the other awesome stops in the Moss and Clay tour.







Wednesday, 16 March 2016

Drabble Wednesday: Myth-ellaneous

Welcome back to Drabble Wednesday! This week we explore the dark depths of myth with Vikings, doomed cities, and reincarnation...





Warrior’s End

The village mourns as I watch from afar. They carry the warrior’s corpse to the pyre, and lay him to rest for his final journey. Dressed in his armour, his shield and sword rest atop his chest, and his best drinking cup is placed in his cold hand. They light the wood; flames and smoke rise to the heavens and the All-Father.
I smile.
With the smoke I soar, to bear the warrior’s soul upon my shield. Past mortal worlds we fly, past Asgard, and to our ending.
“I am Valkyrie. Open the gates and welcome this warrior to Valhalla!”

~*~




City of Light

The stars scattered across the sky as a firmament of celestial grace, a gift from the gods to light the evening’s shadows. So it was believed in the great city, and many a poem spoke of it such.
And this night, a man studied those stars.
A man of reason, chased by unease, searched the heavens for answers to unnatural phenomenon. Even though his own friend scoffed at his worry.
“So the earth trembles of late? It is not uncommon.”
“It is more than that, the sea behaves strangely as well. It portends trouble.”
“Nonsense. We are safe in Atlantis.”

~*~




Rebirth

I remember the pain.
Even now, here in my warm fluid cocoon.
I try to erase the memories, I try to think of the beautiful sun, the wind against my wings as I flew, but it always comes back to the pain. The all consuming agony of my death.
If you could even call it such.
Is it a death, if you don’t remain dead?
A thousand times upon a thousand times I have “died.” Is it any wonder I cannot obliterate the memories?
The cycle will continue, no matter my wishes.
The Phoenix will burn
The Phoenix will rise.



© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Drabble Wednesday: Monsters

Today on Drabble Wednesday, I pull back the veil to show the horrors. Today we walk with monsters…



Oh, The Web We Weave

Such things you can hide behind a smile.
Contempt, distaste, arrogance, hatred.
A flash of teeth is all it takes, perhaps a warm handshake, a chuckle.
And no one knows.
People want to believe. They want to trust.
A cheery smile is the best mask. The best way to hide.
A great smile can keep everyone at bay, keep them calm.
But you keep your secrets, those dark things behind the smile, with lies.
Carefully crafted, intricate, but an effortless deception.
So no one suspects. So no one questions you.
So no one sees the hunger.
Until they are dead.

~*~



No Mirrors

I watch them from the shadows.
The people that come to the wellspring’s pool. They laugh and chatter, collecting the water in clay jugs, idling staring at their reflection in the water.
I hate them. I envy them.
I don’t look at my reflection anymore.
I am lonely.
They don’t know I am here. I wonder if they even know of my cave. Most don’t.
But some have come. Some have stayed.
That is my consolation. My stone warriors. My beautiful collection of death.
Those fools that came to kill me.
That dared to looked upon the face of Medusa.

~*~



Sea Shanty

I sing, my voice calling from the sea.
I sing, of the dark water, and its cold, cold depths. Of the waves on the rocks, and the sweet salt breeze. Of the freedom tossed, upon the brine, and the safe harbour lost, a life less entwined.
Come sailor, I’m calling. Come sailor, I await.
Sail the strong wind, sail the swift wave. Come listen, come listen to me.
I sing the mermaid’s tune.
I sing the oldest song.
It is my lasting lullaby, my sweet gift to you.
As you die in my arms, and I feast on your bones.




© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved



Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Drabble Wednesday: Myth

Today on Drabble Wednesday, we journey past reality into the world of myth…




Fate

I weave with thread as brittle as the worst spurned heart, across the pale puffed clouds and shimmering stars. I craft names and heartbreak, death and carefree laughter.
I contrast spring among the bleakest nights, when voices murmur with unspeakable refrain, and hope burns to ash and smoke. I entwine the heavens, scattering radiant pinpricks that make the black skies dance, though their light be old and lost.
I cast the glow into their eyes, lace their blood with fire, their minds with thought. I walk the shadows and through the mists, past time and construct.
I weave the world.

~*~





Fear the Skies

On the longest winter night, when the chill wind slithers through the cracks and past your bones, I will warm you. On the beating heartbeat of outstretched wings, from the snow locked mountains, I come. I will fire the skies and burn the night. I will rain spark and fury, flame and ash.
I will be a ghost, a dreaded whisper, a story to frighten your children. A warning you will not heed. They never heed. But you will scream. Scream and flee, a game of chase with ferocity, and my blazing destruction.
And you will shout my name.
Dragon.

~*~




Harbinger

Grey light and wafting mist settled over moor and peat, across verdant grass and gnarled trees. Sunshine traced its farewell to the dappled blue firmament, and melted into the tangerine cerise embrace of the gloaming.
In a breath of moulded air, shrouded in tattered, forgotten scent born of inevitable end, a presence stirs. An entity, a purpose birthed from mortality and tied to name and heritage. The ether quivered, the moon hid its eyes, and the earth itself held still.
Waiting.
She lifted her head, and silver eyes beheld the world once more. She inhaled… and then the banshee screamed.    




© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved


Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Interview With Author Dani Hoots

Today, I have a great interview with the prolific, multi-genre writer, Dani Hoots. Enjoy...


Interview with Author Dani Hoots




Why don’t you begin by sharing a little about yourself.

Well, I am an author that resides outside Seattle, Washington with my husband and two cats. I have a B.S. in Anthropology and a Masters of Urban and Environmental Planning from Arizona State University, where I am also enrolled in an online program for Novel Writing through the Piper Center at ASU. My hobbies include learning German and Swedish, playing the violin, volunteering for conservation organizations, and watching anime and reading manga. I also love working at conventions, such as Comic-con, where I get to meet my readers and other artists like me.


You have an impressive array of novellas and series. Could you tell us a bit about your books?

Yes. I have five series currently that are either finished or I’m in the middle of them, along with some free short stories that are available for download. They all range from science fiction, fantasy, to horror and romance.
A Falling Starr Trilogy follows Angela Starr as she can’t remember who she is, and is taken to a new world and finds out that it is her home. She must figure out who exactly she was in this world and why there are so many people after her.
A World of Vampires Series follows different myths and legends throughout the world about vampires, and each novella has to do with a different character in a different place and time in history as they discover these creatures. My stories range from 1930’s Boston, following the Native American version of a vampire called a Hooh-Strah-Dooh, to 1700s Scotland with the Baobhan Sith, and the newest one to be released is set in 16th century Chile with the Peuchen legend.
The Sanshlian Series, which includes my first indie published novel The Quest, follows Arcadia Rieturf who was taken from her family and trained to be the Emperor’s Shadow. She becomes emotionless and ruthless, believing in everything her master, the emperor, does—that is, until she runs into her long lost brother who wants to find the legendary planet of Sanshli, which can be used to destroy the Pandronan Empire and bring back the New Republic that once ruled. Now Arcadia must choose between her loyalty and her family.
My Broken Heart Series is a collection of different romance stories of people who have had their heart broken. For this, I decided to do all types of “doomed to fail” relationships including a girl falling in love with her father’s intern, a graduate school teacher-student romance, boss-employee relationship, and so on. This series also includes two LGBT novellas that have not yet been released.
Lastly, I have a series called Damon Salvatore: Life After Lost that I published through Kindle Worlds. This is through The Vampire Diaries and follows Damon just after he runs off from Mystic Falls after he is turned into a vampire.


You are also working on a comic called Hel's Labyrinth. What’s the premise, and how does working on a comic differ from writing a book?

Hel’s Labyrinth follows a girl named Phoebe who unwillingly gets trapped into Niflhel, the Scandinavian underworld, with seven other circus attendees. There, they have to face Norse mythical beings that are trying to kill them and survive to the end of the labyrinth to face Hel herself, as she is the one behind it all and is trying to bring Ragnarok to end the world. To learn more about it and stay informed, please check out our Facebook page: www.facebook.com/antikcomics

Working on a comic is a lot of fun, especially when it is with a friend. Being a writer can be lonely a lot of time, so working on joint projects is definitely exciting. I found that the difference is when it comes to actually writing the story, as you don’t need to worry about describing things since that is what the art does. Mainly, all your focus is on dialogue and you have to make sure all the information is given only through dialogue. It is quite interesting, actually, to have to change your focus on how most information is given. As for marketing and all the pre- and post-production work, it is a lot like writing a novel.


You’ve also written a book (based on the Vampire Diaries) for Kindle Worlds. How was that experience?

It was a lot of fun since I got to be able to write about a character I absolutely love. There is definitely a lot we don’t know about Damon in The Vampire Diaries and it was fun to put together some of the pieces, even though it’s not canon. It was also helpful in developing a fan base and beginning my career as a writer.


You write in several genres. Do you have a favourite? And if so, why?

I am not sure what would be my favorite, but if I had to pick, it would probably be urban and historic fantasy. I love doing research on different times in history, or different places throughout the world, and learn a lot by writing A World of Vampires Series, and a novel I am working on called The Chained. Science Fiction is a close second though, as I have great interest in space exploration and grew up reading Isaac Asimov and Star Wars books. 


Can you tell us about your writing process? Where do your ideas originate? Do you have a certain writing routine?

I try to write every day, even if it is just a little. I make myself a pot of herbal tea, get my cat to lie down next to me, blast some music that inspires me (ranging from folk to German metal), and go to work in my study. That is pretty much my every day. My ideas originate from many things, such as dreams, history books, or just interactions with people on the streets. I find inspiration in everything around me.


What is your greatest challenge as a writer?

I would have to say that a lot of the time being a writer can be very lonely. Sure there is a lot of people online to talk to, but actual physical interaction is a lot different. That is why I like working at conventions, meeting people, and joining clubs like German club, soccer, and volunteering places.


Do you have a favourite author, or writing inspiration?

My favorite authors include Isaac Asimov, Kevin J. Anderson, Timothy Zahn, and I get inspired by many animes and mangas, such as Sailor Moon, Fairy Tail, and Trigun. Isaac Asimov was a very scientific writer and it is very motivating how he was able to incorporate it in his writing. When I was young, I read a lot of Timothy Zahn and Kevin J. Anderson and those stories were what made get serious about writing, along with watching/reading Sailor Moon, Trigun, and many other Japanese anime and manga.


What’s your next project? Any upcoming book secrets you care to reveal?


My next project is going to be a young adult paranormal mystery. It is still in the works, but I know it will follow a young girl who is starting her freshman year at a boarding school outside of Leavenworth, Washington. She starts hearing a voice talking to her and strange things begin happening at the school where she has to solve the mystery of what happens. I’m very excited to start working on it soon and I hope to release the first one this fall. 


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