Current Release: Scripped
Describe your current release in two sentences?
An old school fairy tale about a modern boy, with an Appalachian twist -- or Appalachian twisted, depending. Alternatively: a dark, unconventional love story.
What was your childhood ambition?
I always wanted to tell stories, but I don't think I ever imagined I'd be able to entertain anyone but my best friend with it. Bless her, she's the reason for all this, and I tell her as often as I can.
Also, I was going to be an astrophysicist at one point, which really got my parents excited. But then I realized I'm crap at math.
Do you have a favorite time of the day? If so when and why
Late night, for sure. My brain doesn't really come online until about 2pm, and then it's just getting caught up on life after being shut down for so long. I think I'm at by best after 10pm -- for what it's worth.
What is the one thing you do not want to live without?
One thing, oh man. Maybe books is too obvious -- where would we be without stories? How about music? I find it inspiring in almost every aspect of my life. And definitely in my writing. Not sure where I'd be without that, either.
Don't much want to think about it, actually. Sounds awful.
If you could time travel, where would you travel to and why?
I have a fascination with the American Revolution, so probably Philadelphia 1776. I know it was miserable, but I can't help myself. I'm a sucker for a historical.
Please describe your writing environment.
I have a very, very small office plastered in excellent posters. Favorite bands, favorite comics, favorite books, original art. My computer, set up for occasional gaming when I can allow a little break, on which my mutant cat regularly perches. An excellent set of speakers that I make sure not to use unless it's during reasonable hours -- in spite of not keeping very reasonable hours myself. Home sweet home.
What is your favorite TV show?
I'm hooked on A GAME OF THRONES and dying for the second season. It's so rare you get a show or film that's so very, very true to the spirit of the books. Last time I saw one so dead on was THE LORD OF THE RINGS.
What are you working on?
I'm currently editing my second release from Belfire Press, the beginning of a vampire series tentatively called "The Family". The first will be LIAM, and it's a kind of monstrous coming-of-age story, of course with a touch of really, really mean romance.
Where do you want to travel?
I'm really looking forward to my first time in Europe. I travel fairly often to some South Asia, but never seen a thing of Europe -- unless you count the Frankfurt airport. Which, of course, you can't. But since I studied art history in school I've always felt a pretty intense drive to check out places like Florence and Amsterdam where huge innovations in western art were made, too.
What are your plans for the summer? Any books you are looking forward to?
I am so looking forward to catching up on my to-read pile! Somehow it just keeps growing, like the blob that ate DC, and there are more and more books that I want to read. Summer is the best time to just take a book or an e-reader and hang out in the sunshine and read until dinner time -- or maybe right through dinner. I have everything from Charles Dickens to Alex Haley Georgette Heyer to Jet Mykles on my pile right now, and I am going to eat them up.
How was your road to publication? Have you every had to deal with rejection letters?
Yes, absolutely, loads of rejection letters. Part of that is the learning curve, which never ends, and part of that is just finding my place, since I tend to be a little bit genre-bendy and lgbtq.
I began publishing short fiction in 2008 -- my first short story ever was "The Mirror" in VOICES from Morrigan Books, which was pure horror. I wrote many novels in the meantime, some of which are forever trunked (thank god!) and some of which are still in the works. SCRIPPED was contracted with Belfire in mid 2010 and had a bit more than year between that and its actual release. It's been a wild ride, and I hope it's only just begun. I have a lot more to learn.
What has been the best way for you to engage readers? Face to Face / Chatting Online / Twitter / Facebook / Blogging
I really like twitter because it provides an immediate link to people and it goes both ways. People talk about books, art, music, politics, food, news -- whatever it is that fires them up, and I love how simple and rewarding it is to engage about whatever they dig.
What is the best thing about being an author?
To refer back to the above question: talking to people who are into similar things. Obviously a lot of my friends are into the same weird kind of stuff, but fiction hooks people up like nothing else can, and I love that. I love that there are others who like old school, mean fairy stories. I love that there are people who like painful, dark romances. I love that they introduce me to excellent things I never heard or saw before in my life. I love that people get it, and that knowing them not just lets me entertain them with stories, but expands my view of the world. And the people -- or creatures! -- in it.
If you had to choose one person to have dinner with, who would it be? And why?
Jane Austen. I think she'd be incredible company: funny, clever, sarcastic, self-deprecating, intelligent, but with that little bit of a hopeless romantic on the inside.
She might not appreciate the darkness I'm so fond of, but hey, I can make fun of it, too.
Can we get an Exclusive excerpt of your next book?
From LIAM by KV Taylor (coming from Belfire Press in late 2012):
"God, he's adorable," Gianni said.
"Good word for it." I tried once more to approximate his deliberate style of drinking.
"I could eat him alive."
"If you ask nice enough, maybe."
He accepted his glass back, lips curling and predatory. His teeth were shockingly white and straight from what little I could see. He was unsettlingly lupine again.
My, my, Gianni, what big teeth you have.
Then I belatedly noticed how near he was sitting, that I was able to observe this grin so closely. Not that there was a whole lot of room with Aldo sprawled over the foot of the bed, but did he need to have his leg against mine like that?
He took a slow, gentle sip, swallowed, then licked his lips, which again distracted me unaccountably. Unlike his brilliant teeth, his bottom lip was ever-so-slightly stained purple along the inside edge. It seemed a stupid thing to think about, let alone notice, but I couldn't make myself stop--
He put the glass into my hands again, then said, even more quietly, "What about you, Liam?"
My mind faltered, trying to remember where we'd been. Was he asking if I could eat Aldo alive? Or if I would ask nicely? Or if he asked nicely, if I--
He smiled like I'd just said something brilliant.
I wanted to laugh, but thought it might be inappropriate. Something hilarious was definitely happening, though.
"By the way," he said, "I read your books."
He couldn't have made me happier if he'd been trying. "And?"
"I liked them."
"A lot, right?"
A sigh then, and he leaned an arm on my shoulder, as if the weight of the admission was too much for him alone. "A lot."
I took another drink, extremely pleased with myself. Just call me The Motherfucking Educator, thanks.
"But..." He breathed against my ear, resting his cheek on his arm--which had the effect of draping him over my side. "I guess now isn't the best time for an in-depth discussion. I'll make a full confession some other night, if you like."
"Sounds like it could take a while, you being a criminal and all," Then, like an appropriately drunken priest: "How long since your last confession?"
He made a little sound in my ear, like, "Mm." It might've been a thoughtful sound, but there was something throaty about it that gave me goose bumps down that side of my body. I sat up a little straighter.
But he went with me, pressing even closer and saying into my ear in the same growling way, "Too long, I think."
The room spun.
I clutched the wine glass, getting the horrifying feeling that those were his lips on my ear. His breath, inexplicably, went cold. And then a sharp stabbing sensation, two pinpricks of hot pain, just below my ear--
I closed my eyes to keep the dizziness at bay. The whiskey and wine inside me churned.
Something--Aldo readjusting himself in his sleep--kicked at my ass.
And then, as quickly as it had spun out of control, everything stopped. The world was right side up again.
I opened my eyes, half ready to beat the fuck out of Gianni for--whatever that had been. But I found myself frozen, apart from my fiercely thumping heart.
Gianni was already halfway to standing, which shouldn't have been possible. When he got to his feet he turned. The obscenely curious look he gave me was familiar enough to send my racing heart into my throat.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
If you could live in a world created by an author, which book / world would you jump into?
I don't know -- most of the good ones are pretty horrible in their ways, aren't they? I think I wouldn't mind living in the England of Susanna Clarke's JONATHAN STRANGE AND MR. NORRELL, though. Those are some wicked fae, yeah, but I like to think I'd know better than to mess with them. I have great respect for the fae, as SCRIPPED probably makes clear.
Thanks very much for having me here at Night Owl. If you like genre-bending weirdness and your fairy tales drenched in dark, I'd absolutely love to meet you. Drop me a line any time, or hit me up on my website.