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First off, thank you for having me here. I’ve wracked my brain for things that are unknown or lesser known that are okay to share as I’m a very private person. I think however, in the interest of giving a glimpse of who I am, I’ll do this instead of the interview questions.
Perhaps known, but not widely, is the fact that I live with chronic pancreatitis. This is a disabling situation when it flares up, however as a writer it is a mixed blessing. Sedentary activity or bed rest is a common recourse and I do not get to eat, or I am on a clear liquid diet, which is good because I lose track when I write anyway, so I try to think of it as my body telling me I need to write. It’s not, but optimist/pessimist…it’s always a choice. I choose optimist.
Virtually unknown is that I am a classically trained double horn player. Basically it means that of the multitude of different ways to play the note, I know them all and can intersperse the single and double finger positions. To me this is interesting because it is indicative of the choices I make as a writer. I can tell a tale any number of different ways, straight forward, bent with emotional notes or a bit of both. Writing is a string of choices just as a piece of music is for a hornist.
Third on the list of five is perhaps tongue in cheek, but absolutely true. I do all of my own stunts. I have taken the skin off my hands rappelling without gloves before I knew how to descend without gloves, and I learned a value lesson about specs completely by accident. I have specs to prevent burning my eyes when I singed off my eyebrow and caught myself on fire using mineral potting mix to douse a flame. I’m a trial and error sort, which you can imagine leads to all kinds of fun as a writer.
Next up; I like my potato crisps plain and folded. Sure, there are lots of fancy ones out there, but the plain ones that rolled over in the fryer and have that pocket of air in the middle have an extra crunch that I like. I’m not averse to trying new ones or different ones, but at the end I’ve found that the plain with a spot of salt works for me. Sort of like a favorite pen or chair when I sit to write, something’s are just the best of the lot.
Last up, I don’t like the spotlight. I enjoy immensely spending time with people and talking books or writing, so long as I’m not the focus. I feel like everything I write, dream, or plot is a collaborative effort between me, the pen, and the characters. It isn’t about me, it’s about the work. So, if you want to laud over it and talk about it, great. I’m just the conduit that got it here, it isn’t about me. I really like sitting in the background watching others enjoy it over talking about myself and the things I thought while I was bringing it to the page, it’s just not who I am.
I hope this helps shed a little light on who I am or things that people might be curious to know. I appreciate you hosting me and giving me the chance to poke some fun at myself and share with you and your readers. Stop by and say hello sometime. I’m on Goodreads, or to connect with me you can find me at:
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Cyrenna thought she died the day she watched Tynan and his brothers jump through the banishment portal in an act of solidarity with Rigor. Little did she know, it would be the first of many deaths she would experience in her quest to claim his heart. She would surrender not only her immortal soul, but a mortal one repeatedly. Through a deal with the great Oracle, she has multiple mortal lifetimes to change the direction of her future and have a chance with Tynan.
Her journey spans the ages from the GenPei War in Japan and the Silk Road west, to Cromwell, the Three Kingdoms and modern times, bringing her one step closer to forever until she makes a misstep. Then, the burden falls to Tynan. The only thing that is absolute is her fervent hope that he will come, but there’s one big problem.
Through it all, he doesn’t so much as know her name.
About the Author: There is no simple description for Aedan Byrnes. Obsessive, dreamer, reclusive, compulsive, outdoorsman and wordsmith would be among the list if one were started. The displaced Gael lives in the upper Midwest with family between jaunts wherever the road takes him. A frequent traveler, he is as likely to be found rock climbing or spelunking as sitting fireside dreaming or aimlessly floating away.
A lifelong lover of words and writing, he claims a diverse reading appetite and his writing reflects the myriad influences. A self-proclaimed 'reader's writer', he looks for the emotional and the sensory in word combinations, not just the visceral comprehension of phrases in the stories he crafts and his love of all things literary shines through.