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Interview by Joy Penny
1. Your day job sounds interesting! Do
your talents in biology cross over into your writing?
Absolutely, as my
poor students can tell you. I often have these weird ideas pop into my head as
I’m lecturing and will share it with the class more often than not. Most of the
time the ideas tend to be rather gruesome and have led to several short stories
(I have them on WattPad).
2. You've been given the day off from
any other responsibilities and you can focus on writing. Describe the ideal
"writing day" for you.
I can’t write in
complete silence so I have something on TV that I am not really interested in
watching, something I’ve already seen lots of times. I have tried writing to
music and get too distracted. My perfect writing day would entail a Lord of the
Rings or Harry Potter marathon, kitties snuggled next to me on the couch, and a
tasty beverage on my end table, preferably something of the alcoholic nature.
3. If you could spend the day with any
one character from any of your stories, who would you choose and why?
I’d have to choose
one of my characters from the planet Kromin. The creatures of this world are
clones and don’t have anything in the way of music, art, or any other form of
entertainment. They speak using telepathy and have no concept of private
thoughts. I created Kromin (as one of many planets in my Portals of Destiny
series) because it’s nothing like this planet we call home. Spending time here
would be so very different from anything I’m used to. As a writer, I wish I
could teleport inside my story and spend time on my worlds.
4. Do you have any favorite TV shows or movies that
inspire your writing?
Pretty much
anything Sci-Fi or fantasy. I am also dabbling in urban fantasy crime thrillers
so watching stuff like Criminal Minds and Bones gives me a ton of ideas.
5. Can you tease us a bit about your current writing
project?
I’m working on a
paranormal romance at the moment. Darcy and Cameron hold the key to re-setting
the balance between good and evil. They just have to figure it out before
Armageddon.
Your character suspects her
husband is having an affair and decides to spy on him. What she discovers is
not what she was expecting...
He’s
seeing someone else.
The idea gnawed at me until I could
think of nothing else. My brain conjured images of sweaty flesh, writhing
bodies, moans of ecstasy. I wasn’t an angry person by nature; quite the
opposite in fact. But his constant phone calls telling me he was coming home
late yet again sent me into a fury
the likes of which I’d never known. My work suffered, my health suffered, the
kids suffered…
And yet I couldn’t confront him.
My best girlfriend told me to ask
Bill about all the late nights, gauge his reaction, look for the tell-tale
signs he was lying. She insisted that if my gut was telling me something was
up, then something was up. But I just
couldn’t do it. I guess it’s because if he never actually confessed, I could pretend our life was perfect: house in
the suburbs, two kids, two dogs, one cat, and a bearded dragon my son insisted
he couldn’t live without, vacations in Disney Land, everything a girl could
hope for.
Except no one plans on their
beloved’s sudden absences, his returning home in the middle of the night, going
straight to the bathroom to shower—to wash off the stench of the skank he’d
just been with, no doubt—, cancelling weekend plans, spending endless hours
locked down in the “man cave” and heaven help the woman or child that disturbed
him while down there.
I heard the garage door open at three
o’clock that morning. While Bill was in the shower, I went downstairs to
inspect his pile on the kitchen table: wallet, spare change, a few crumpled
bills, Chapstick, pocket knife, watch, and cell phone.
With shaking hands, I picked up the
phone and sighed in relief when a single swipe of my finger opened the home
screen. If he was having an affair, wouldn’t he have some sort of password? I
checked his contacts and text messages for a number I didn’t recognize.
There wasn’t a single one.
Frowning, I put the phone back in
sleep mode and placed it back in the pile. The shower was still running. As I
turned to go back upstairs, my eyes fell on the door leading to the man cave.
Moving as though in a trance, I opened the door to Bill’s sacred area, part of
my mind gibbering at me to go back upstairs, for the love of God.
I reached the bottom of the stairs
and turned on the light. The basement looked like it always did. Except for the
large chest freezer along the far wall—when
did he bring that down here?
The lid of the freezer groaned as I
opened it. A wail escaped my lips as I backed up a few steps, wishing I could
turn back the clock, walk up the stairs to the bedroom, anything to un-see the
random body parts in the pristine white freezer.
A hand fell on my shoulder.
“I really wish you hadn’t done that.”
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