Tell us a little about
your background and how you became an author.
I have wanted to be an author ever since the fifth grade,
when I read Lois Lowry’s The Giver.
While I’d always loved reading, I don’t think I fully understood the power of
strong writing until I read The Giver.
As I finished the novel--and I don’t want to give too much away for those who
haven’t read it--I remember feeling a deep sense of relief. They actually made it…. Wait a minute. No! My
relief turned to dread, then awe. Good writing is vivid description and clear
storytelling. Great writing surprises, even shocks, and provokes interpretation.
An ending can be tragic or triumphant. The words on the page are the same no
matter how you look at them. It’s up to the reader to decide. Once I discovered
the effects a great book could have on a reader, I knew I wanted to write and,
hopefully, one day be able to achieve what Lois Lowry had done with The Giver.
What is one of your
favorite books and why?
Aside from The Giver,
I’d say that To Kill A Mockingbird is
another novel that inspired me to write. These days, with all the new
categories and genres popping up, writers can feel pressured to adhere to
stringent guidelines. Is your book middle grade? Then why in the world do you
have a nine-year-old main character? You’re writing for young adults? Where’s
the romance? You can’t write YA without an element of romance. At a certain
point, you begin to feel like it’s the person writing the guidelines who is now
writing your book. You begin to panic, maybe shut down your laptop. Then you
remember Nell Harper Lee. Literature can
transcend genre. You can imagine a novel starring an eleven-year-old girl and
write it in such a way that readers from eleven to ninety-nine will be
captivated by your story. For me, To Kill
A Mockingbird is a novel that can resonate with anyone. That makes it one of my favorite books.
What inspired you to
write this book?
My middle grade novella, The
Realm of the Lost, was initially conceived during a family gathering. My
cousin was getting married; there were people from ages three months to
ninety-three-years present. I began thinking about the life-cycle and what
happens when we die. What do we leave behind? Where do you go? These questions
stuck with me, and I began The Realm of
the Lost on the flight home.
How would you describe
your writing process?
I like to get to know my characters long before I start
writing. For some reason I think of Louis Malle’s Vanya on 42nd Street whenever I begin a new story. Just
as the director in the film gets his actors interacting before they embark on
Chekov’s intimate play, I like to sit around with my characters for a bit and
get a feel for how they react to certain situations and, ultimately, how they
will react to each other. Once I’ve established that, I begin to build the
story.
How have you marketed
your book?
The Realm of the Lost comes out on September 14th.
I have set up a facebook page (http://www.facebook.com/TheRealmOfTheLost)
for my novella. As the release date nears, there will be some surprises on the
page. I have also set up a number of reviews and interviews.
What advice would you
give to other authors?
Read, write, and don’t get discouraged. Not everyone has the
same taste and the same opinion about what it takes to write a great story.
Don’t expect everyone to love your work. Learn from criticism, be humble and
open to praise.
Please provide a
favorite excerpt from your book.
The Realm of the Lost: what if you were to die before your time?
The Realm of the Lost tells the story of
thirteen-year-old Kathleen "Kat" Gallagher. After a tragic accident,
Kat finds herself stuck in the place where people go when they have died before
their time. Upon her arrival, Kat meets two of the young inhabitants of The Realm
of the Lost. Will she learn to embrace her new surroundings? Little does
Kat know, the relationships she builds in death will teach her to appreciate
the ones she had in life.
Excerpt:
It was warm when I came
to, and I felt no pain. Standing with ease, I bent over and inspected my
pant-legs, searching for some remnant of dirt or ice. Nothing. Could this be
a dream?
Then I noticed a bright
orange ray reflecting off my necklace. The glare almost blinded me. I surveyed
my surroundings.
Positioned atop solid dirt
ground, I gasped in awe. Pine trees stood skyscraper high, haloed by dusty
golden light. The sound of chirping birds echoed all around, and I spotted, to
my left, what looked like a duck, but with a sharper and more pronounced beak.
Bending down to inspect the creature as it waddled past, I heard a small voice
from behind me.
"If you're a poacher,
you belong in the under realm."
"What?" I asked,
turning to face a boy who couldn't be more than eight. He wore navy blue shorts
that folded at the tips of his scrawny knees. His white-collared shirt, grey
vest and checkered cap reminded me of something out of an old movie. I couldn't
help smiling as he stood, arms crossed, with an air of authority.
"If you're a poacher,
you are in the wrong realm," the boy said.
"I'm not a poacher.
I've been in an accident and—wrong
realm?"
The boy sighed, twiddling
his thumbs in a way that made me think of my brother.
"Okay," he
continued, after an awkward pause. "Well, first, do you know where you
are?"
"Like I said, I was
in an accident. I guess I passed out. I don't—I'm
not sure if my mother knows—"
"Oh. No. She
wouldn't know a thing like this."
"A thing like
what?" I demanded, stomping my foot.
"That you've come to
the Realm of the Lost."
Chapter
two
First Journey
I opened my mouth to
respond, to tell the odd boy I wasn't in the mood for fantasy and games, but I
was cut off by a more grown-up sounding female voice. "Mikey! Mikey, how
many times has Miss A told you? You're not to explain anything to the
newcomers!"
"She asked,"
Mikey protested, fidgeting with his hands. "I can't help if people ask me.
And you can't blame me this time because I was the first one here."
"Shush!" the
voice snapped, its owner walking out from behind one of the tall trees. She was
in her mid-teens and had beautiful olive skin. Her thick black hair fell past
her waist, and I immediately felt captivated by her deep-set brown eyes.
"You can be such a pest." She glared at Mikey. "And she didn't
ask. I know that be—"
"Excuse me," I
interrupted. "My mother is home with my brother. I should be with my
sister Ellie. We were supposed to walk to school together, but we had a fight
and Ellie—"
Mikey’s eyes bulged. "Your own
sister killed you?"
Where can readers find
you and your book?
The Realm of the Lost will be available through MuseItUpPublishing’s bookstore. It will also be at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes and
Noble, and a number of other venders.
I love the excerpt--sounds like a great premise! I'll put this one on my "to read" list! Thanks so much for being here Emma!
--KSR Writer
I'm looking forward to reading this book.
ReplyDeleteSerena,
DeleteThank you for stopping by! You will certainly get one of the first copies of TROTL. :)
It sounds like an intelligent read for the target group. And may get their minds free about what happened to siblings and such. It may answer questions or at least put happy thoughts in their head.
ReplyDeleteWill this be out in paperback also?
Thank you, Lorrie! I'm hoping The Realm of the Lost will move readers.
DeleteIt will only be available as an e-book since It's only around 50 pages.