Or: A Tale of Trolling
Check out my interview with Sara Flower Kjeldsen!
I came across Sara Flower Kjeldsen through a mutual friend some time ago. I picked up her book The Broken and the Foolish, and I was blown away by it. Her newest book, Sally, is out, and she agreed to do an interview to talk about writing, her books, and doing it all independently.
I’ll start with a basic question: What made you get into writing and how did you start?
I’ve been writing books since I was 6 years old and “publishing” them in class – my teacher actually asked me to slow down one time. Creating stories is my lifeblood. I became more serious about writing in my mid-20’s where I started to create novels. Interesting stories and films made me want to create my own. Later on, I wanted to be able to capture the emotional brutality – and beauty – of being human.
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I woke up today to the news of another mass shooting, just eleven days after the one prior. Is this the new normal? Am I supposed to get up, see the headline, shrug it off and say: “Oh well. That’s life in America.”
No. I’m not.
Today demands I write something new, something fresh to me. I’m not stalled on my current WIP (Kai the Swordsman), but something is telling me to take a step back, even if it’s a small one.
I’ve been derailed once again. More specifically: My WIP, Kai the Swordsman, has been derailed. I’m more than two-thirds done with my first draft, and then some other idea comes along so strong, demanding my attention!
Check out my latest short story on A Million and One Magazine!
There are horrible things in the dark places of the world; disgusting, vile, ugly things. Nobody knew this better than Chickie Davis, who had the unfortunate task of finding these dark places and ridding them of their problems, and he did it well. This task was given to him by The ACME Extermination Company.
The white and blue van moved slowly down the shady dirt road, bumping over the occasional tree root. Chickie drove carefully, not wanting to scratch or dent the company vehicle with which he had been entrusted. He had a clean driving record over the course of the last seven years, and he wanted to keep it that way. He had passed the yellow dot on the truck’s GPS five minutes ago, but the order displayed on the mobile computer said the customer’s house was at the end of the dirt road. What it neglected to say…
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Romance isn’t dead, but it’s ten seconds till midnight. Its breathing its last, wheezing breath as its heart monitor shows the start of the straight line, its steady, repetitive beeping turning to one long, familiar tone.