Saturday, 12 November 2011

Interview - Storm Grant

STORM GRANT GIVEAWAY!

Choice of Shift Happens, Gym Dandy, or Tart & Soul

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What do you like best about writing?

Being my own boss. Deciding what to work on and when. Working from home. Working the hours that suit me. (I’m a morning person. Who knew?)

How does writing make you feel?

Like a god. I’m creating people and making stuff happen to them. Dance puppets, dance!

Until they become real to me, like friends. And then I hate to hurt them. But I have to give them conflict or they won’t grow into their nice character arcs. At least I always give them Happily (or Hopefully) Ever Afters.

When did you start writing?

Like everyone else, I started writing as a kid, but then I discovered boys and pretty much made dating a career. Then I settled down with one guy and found that left me a lot of free time, so I took up writing again in my early forties.

That was a few years ago and writing has grown as my passion until working at writing and all its associated efforts has become a joy. And also? Hard work.

But it’s true. Working at your “Calling” is a lot more fun that working in a cubicle. Unless that is your Calling. In which case, go for it!

Are you a plotter, or do you fly by the seat of your pants?

The new term I’m hearing is plotster, which is a hybrid. I am a big ol’ plotter for the overall story structure. I use Save the Cat (Blake Snyder) in an Excel spreadsheet and plot out the scenes I need to tell my story, but then I pants each scene.

All sorts of wacky stuff comes out at that point. I might experience some minor writer’s block if I can’t figure out how to get my characters out of a sticky corner. In that case, I just take the dogs to the dog park along with my Blackberry set on “dictate” and by the time I’m back in the car, the problem is solved.

Do you like edits?

Oddly, yes. I used to love the initial draft stage, but now I like editing just as much, which is a good thing. Some people may write in finished sentences and require little editing, but I write in what’s essentially a 60,000 word narrative outline which will get expanded to 80,000 or 90,000 words in the editing process.

If you had an ideal writing space, what would it be like?

I do. Mr. Grumpy and I each have our own office. His is tiny with lots of windows, and mine doubles as my dressing room (it has lots of closets) and guest room, but it’s big with lots of bookcases and well, books.

This past summer we had to move out of our home for two months while it was being renovated and I discovered that all I really need is a computer and a quiet corner. Some people might prefer to write in coffee shops, but I need quiet. I don’t even listen to music when I write. I deduct ear-plugs on my taxes each year.

Have you ever co-authored? If not, would you ever consider it?

I did try it once and while it became the most popular piece of fanfiction I’d ever had a hand in, it nearly cost me the friendship. I learned that it’s not enough to like the other person, but your styles have to be complementary. I do have a friend now I believe I could write with, but we’re not in a place where we have the time to pursue such an undertaking.

What's your fave genre?

I read across genres because I’m looking for humour. I read funny sci-fi like Terry Pratchett, funny romance like Michelle Rowen or Jenny Crusie, funny mystery like Janet Evanovich. If it’s funny, I’ll read it.

My fave genre is urban fantasy. I love the way authors twist old myths and fairy tales into something new and different. But I don’t like the all-dark-all-the-time books. We were all influenced by Buffy, but some writers miss the fact that Buffy had a terrific balance of humour and the absurd mixed with the dark. I try to capture the “Buffy balance” in my writing.

Are there any genres you'd love to try but haven't had a chance to tackle?

I wrote one horror story that ended up in an anthology. One reviewer called it “the most disturbing” story in the book. It paid me $5.00 so I don’t think I’ll be going down that road again.

I might like to try writing a mystery, but I don’t think I have to abandon my urban fantasy genre to add a mystery plot any more than I have to in order to write a romance sub-plot.

What's your fave writing accompaniment? Tea? Coffee? Large slab of chocolate cake with pretty sprinkles?

Coffee in the morning, tea, green or black, in the afternoons. But I’m not rigid!

If you could go anywhere in the world, money no object, where would you go, who with, and why?

I’d go all over the world, probably with my friend Francois because he knows his way around the world. I *might* invite my husband along, too. But then we’d have to invite Francois’ boyfriend. Oh, great. It’s a party!

Here's an excerpt from my new release from Riptide Publishing, Sucks & Blows:

Cary was just about to jerk off again when the electronic door chime squawked the first few bars of “Another One Bites the Dust.”
He rushed out to the reception area. “Hello. Welcome to Drewel’s Dentistry!” He hoped he didn’t sound too anxious. And that his residual hard-on wasn’t tenting his racy black dental smock.
That the visitor was tall and handsome, with a muscular build and chiseled cheekbones, did little to dampen Cary’s arousal.
“I . . . I thaw your brothure.” The man held out Cary’s carefully crafted (but badly printed) flyer:
Grand Opening! 
Drewel’s Family Dental Clinic
~ Vampires Our Specialty ~

“You do vampireth?”
“Absolutely.” Cary grinned. He’d included the vampire reference to show he was the dentist with a sense of humor. And also to attract the Twilight age group, which was ripe for expensive orthodontia.
“Hurths.” The man pointed to his upper lip, red and swollen on either side of his sexy little cupid’s bow.
“I can help you with your dental breakdown, Mr. . . .”
“Tharpe. Pierthe Tharpe.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Sharpe. May I call you Pierce?”
“Thure.” Pierce held out his hand.
“Call me Cary, then.” Cary grasped the outstretched hand, surprised at how cold and shaky Pierce felt. This guy was in bad shape. He looked like death—if death were really cute, that is.
Withdrawing his hand, Pierce shoved it deep into his jeans pocket, maybe to hide the trembling. “I haven’t eaten in dayths. Hurths too much.”
“Okay then. You’re in luck. I was about to close, but I can squeeze you in. Let’s get you in the chair right away.” He led Pierce through the pristine reception area, which, he hoped, would one day have an actual receptionist. “Climb aboard.” He gestured at the shiny new-and-not-yet-paid-for dental chair.
Pierce clambered into the chair and lay back. Cary took a moment to look at him—professionally, of course. He’d been so excited at getting his first actual patient he hadn’t really checked Pierce out.
Sprawled in a chair was a good look for the guy. He had a terrific body, nicely showcased by a tight black T-shirt and faded jeans. His lips were reddish and swollen and brought to mind other things that made a guy’s lips red and swollen—but in a good way rather than an inflamed-gums way. Short dark hair contrasted nicely with blue eyes that were a little bloodshot. And staring back at Cary.
Cary smiled, aiming for more reassuring and less predatory. His unusually high sex drive had gotten him in trouble before.
Thank God this guy can’t read minds.
To deflate his straining erection, he conjured up an image of what Shark Lending’s “rep,” Gill Hammerhead, would do to him if he didn’t make a payment soon. Gill had threatened both foreclosure and bodily harm. Cary wasn’t a big fan of either. His hard-on melted away.
Fastening the little bib behind his patient’s neck, he ordered, “Open, please.”
He leaned in to begin the exam. “Holy crap!” he said, fumbling the explorer. The man doesn’t have eyeteeth; he has stalactites!
Recovering himself, Cary tapped one of the giant incisors. Caps. They had to be caps, stuck on for a joke or a movie role or a really weird lifestyle. He rocked one experimentally between latex-covered thumb and forefinger—the one set of dental instruments Gill Hammerhead couldn’t repossess.
. . . He hoped.
You can purchase Sucks & Blows at Riptide Publishing: http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/sucks-blows

Visit me on the web:

Author Name: Storm Grant
Email address: storm.grant@gmail.com
Website URL: www.stormgrant.com

9 comments:

storm grant said...

Thank you kindly for the opportunity to talk about my writing and my life.

I must compliment you on your blog design. It's terrific.

I'm trying to build a new website/blog and all new social media under my new "mainstream" persona, Gina X. Grant. It ain't easy.

Thanks, again.
~ Gina / Storm Grant

Emmy Ellis said...

Why thank you for the design compliment, dear!

:O)

booklover0226 said...

Loved both the inteview and the excerpt. I've added Sucks & Blows to my must have list.

Thanks,
Tracey D
booklover0226 at gmail dot com

storm grant said...

I hope you enjoy Sucks & Blows. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
Cheers,
~ Gina / Storm

Bookwyrm369 said...

Great post! Thanks for sharing :-) I really enjoyed S&B!

smaccall AT comcast.net

joder said...

Love the premise behind the new book. Very unique and I look forward to reading it.

joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

Sarah said...

Loved sucks and blows ... Very funny :-D

Sarah S

Sarahs7836(at)gmail(dot)com

storm grant said...

And the winner is... Bookwyrm369!!!

I'm emailing Bookwyrm with the big news right now!

adaraohare.com said...

Missed the drawing (couldn't be helped), but thanks for the interview. =)