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Welcome to Miz Love, deary! What do you like best about writing?
Creating the worlds and the characters. It 's so much fun to build a world from the bottom up.
How does writing make you feel?
Great! It's cheaper than therapy, and more fun too.
When did you start writing?
Kind of a hard question to answer, as I think I've been writing since seven, but not in a really serious way until I was a teen.
Are you a plotter, or do you fly by the seat of your pants?
I try to do both. I have a solid plot, but I like to leave room to free form and improve between hitting the beats. Much like life, you must factor in a bit of room for chaos. It will show up whether you prepare for it or not.
Do you like edits?
Yes and no. It's always hard to kill your darlings, and sometimes editors will fixate on weird things or, in my case, misunderstand your jokes.
If you had an ideal writing space, what would it be like?
An internet connected cave in Tibet, far from everybody.
Have you ever co-authored?
In a sense, yes. I do write from time to time for an internet prose soap opera Redemption Reef ( http://redemptionreef.wordpress.com/) If not, would you ever consider it? Absolutely. I'll try anything once. Twice if I'm not sure.
What's your fave genre?
Don't really have one. I lean more towards horror and mystery, but I love science fiction, comedy, experimental fiction, graphic novels.
Are there any genres you'd love to try but haven't had a chance to tackle?
Not really. Again, I'll try anything.
What's your fave writing accompaniment? Tea? Coffee? Large slab of chocolate cake with pretty sprinkles?
Music. I'm constantly listening to music.
If you could go anywhere in the world, money no object, where would you go, who with, and why?
I'd love to just travel the world. But if I'm forced to choose just one place … the Seychelles, because it just seems beautiful. And I'd go with my friend Ruth, who could probably use the vacation.
Here's an excerpt from my latest release, Pretty Monsters, from Riptide Publishing:
The first time the hell vortex opened in the Quick-Mart parking lot, Josh very seriously considered quitting his job. But all that came out of it was a lizard guy, and all it did was amble inside, buy a bag of chips, and leave. All the monsters, while ugly, seemed nicer than his late-night human customers, and Mr. Kwon offered him hazard pay, so he stayed on.
Besides, it wasn’t all bad on the night shift. For instance, right now he was looking forward to the return of Hot Guy.
Of course it was a super hot night, still eighty degrees around midnight, and the air conditioner had to pick now to die. Josh peeled off his polyester work smock and put his nametag on his t-shirt, hoping Mr. Kwon wouldn’t suddenly show up and demand he put it back on. It breathed like a trash bag.
His latest customer was an obviously stoned guy buying a wheelbarrow full of snacks. Not only were his eyes glassy and red, but he reeked of pot smoke, making Josh wonder if he’d spilled the bong water. Pot Guy left and someone else came in. Josh leaned over the checkout counter, hopeful, but it wasn’t Hot Guy, just a lizard guy.
“Guy” in a generic, gender free sense of the word, of course, because Josh had no idea how to tell if they were male or female. Maybe they didn’t even have genders. He didn’t know how to ask without being a rude bastard, and there was a chance he wouldn’t understand the answer anyway.
The lizard guys were all tall, and this one was no exception, at least six foot five and so broad across the shoulders it could barely fit in the aisle. They had all your basic equipment—two arms, two legs, a recognizable face—but their mouths were huge, they had no nose, and their scaled skin ranged in color from moss green to primer gray. This one was a kind of greenish-gray, like his roommate that time he got food poisoning.
Like all lizard guys, this one had a weird gait because its feet were huge, with six long toes that almost looked like fingers . . . which was extra weird because their hands were always small and had just four stubby fingers. They looked like they’d been put together by a five year old with a bad sense of proportion.
They also made such a racket you could hear them all the way from the back room. It reminded him of his first Craigslist roommate, Barry, who couldn’t do anything, even open the damn curtains, without making several decibels of needless noise. For the brief time they’d shared a place, Josh had been convinced Barry was hiding a megaphone to fart into just for effect.
Thwak-thwak-thwak echoed in the shop as Lizard Guy waddle-stomped down the aisle, making a beeline for the Fritos display. It grabbed two bags and turned back, waddle-stomping to the register.
You can purchase Pretty Monsters at Riptide: http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/pretty-monsters-josh-damned-1