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D.C., welcome to It's Raining Books. Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?
I grew up not liking fantasy that much. I judged the books by their cover a bit too much growing up. When I got married, my wife showed me her all-time favorites, including Legend, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Willow - and I fell in love with fantasy. One little taste of Dungeons and Dragons, and I was hooked. I still play, though a lot less these days, but fantasy has always been the one place where I can let my mind run free. I love that I’m untethered to create. I can see a small blurb about the monster in my keep, and weave it into a whole tapestry. Why is he such a menace? What is he doing in this keep? What happened to him? What’s his story?
What research is required?
My rules for writing sci-fi are so different from fantasy. With sci-fi, I like to be well researched in bleeding-edge science and theoretical topics so my world-building is grounded in realism. Raised a sci-fi geek myself, I know how particular we can be. For fantasy, it’s so much easier. Much of what I write is based on worlds I’ve already created and played in for years. With The Singer and the Charlatan, I let the reins off the players, and created the world as we went.
Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.
Leanna Moonbody in The Singer and the Charlatan is the exact opposite of the classic amnesia cliché. She’s not searching for her past, she’s downright afraid of it. She likes who she is now, and doesn’t want her past to define her or change what she’s becoming. I think there’s something to that I absolutely love.
Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?
Most people will swear you get your best writing done first thing in the morning. I am by far most productive late at night. I wrote most of The Singer and the Charlatan, and the follow-up, The Princess and the Holy Juggernaut, over the course of a week between the hours of midnight and whenever the sun told me to go to bed.
Are you a plotter or pantser?
Little bit of both. I flew by the seat of my pants through The Singer and the Charlatan, as I mentioned, but usually I like to have an outline.
Look to your right – what’s sitting there?
A glass of iced tea and some Magic cards. It’s game night.
Anything new coming up from you? What?
Well, Book Two of the Wicked Instruments, The Princess and the Holy Juggernaut, is set for a late February/early March release. While I’m scribing up book three, I’ll be releasing an ‘anti-romance’ novel called Horses on the Wind sometime late spring. It’s been a great experience writing, I rarely get the chance to use words like engorged or throbbing.
Do you have a question for our readers?
I would love to know what they thought of The Singer and the Charlatan! Please, post reviews and give me your thoughts. I don’t shy from email, either, if someone would like to cut me down more personally.
With an elf, dwarf, rogue, pixie and a paladin on their side, they set out to realize both their dreams. They just have to maneuver past a lovesick noble, the clergy, a deranged halfling that can’t seem to die, and a plague.
What could possibly go wrong?
Read an excerpt:
“Ooh, this is exciting,” Leanna said with a smile, grabbing up Tear and Jonathan’s hands.
With the circle complete, Trixi looked to the ceiling.
“Lord. Oh, Lord, who is great and true. Take this offering of Form R226 and whatever leftovers we have here from dinner. Commune with me so that I may be a better Fawnspear, walking the path of truth. May it be really, really funny.”
With that, the scroll burned away before their eyes. Then, nothing. The silence became awkward.
“Did it not work?” Jonathan asked.
“Quiet,” Trixi demanded, turning her ear to the table.
The faint sound of terribly boring music filled the space all around the table. Any old ear would think it came from the building next door, but the trained ear of a Thistlite knew better. She listened to the song for a moment with her eyes closed.
Leanna joined in, leaning in to try and make out the tune. Suddenly, a loud voice spoke out, scaring her so bad she almost fell out of her chair.
“Our Lord is currently speaking with another faithful! You are very important to Our Lord! Your prayer shall be heard in the order it was received!”
Leanna broke the circle. “Oh, come on! Why did that have to be the loud part?”
“Leanna, you must be quiet,” Trixi whispered. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
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