Literary
fiction writer Scott D. Southard is here today to chat with me about his new
book, Permanent Spring Showers.
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Bio:
Scott
D. Southard is the author of A Jane
Austen Daydream, Maximilian
Standforth and the Case of the Dangerous Dare, My Problem with Doors, Megan,
3 Days in Rome and Me Stuff. His eclectic writing has also
found its way into radio, as Scott was the creator of the radio comedy series
The Dante Experience. The production was honored with the Golden Headset Award
for Best MultiCast Audio and the Silver Ogle Award for Best Fantasy Audio
Production. Scott received his Master's in writing from the University of
Southern California. Scott can be found on the internet via his writing blog
“The Musings & Artful Blunders of Scott D. Southard" where he writes
on topics ranging from writing, art, books, TV, writing, parenting, life,
movies, and writing. He even shares original fiction on the site. His blog can
be found at http://sdsouthard.com.
Scott is also the fiction book reviewer for WKAR's daily radio show Current
State.
Welcome, Scott. Please tell us about
your current release.
Thanks
for having me on your site!
Permanent Spring
Showers
is many things to me. While some would classify it as literary fiction (which
it is) it is also a dark comedy, romantic (or maybe anti-romantic), and
surprising. When I think of my writing career, this is definitely me trying to
do something new, a little experimental and very unpredictable. I think if
readers give it a shot it will be a very memorable and unique reading
experience.
Here
is how my publisher describes it on the back cover, I think it is a nice
introduction-
Professor
Rebecca Stanley-Wilson is having a very bad season. Her husband has just
admitted to having an affair. And it was with one of her students.
Blame
it on a desire for revenge (or way too much alcohol), she then has had one of
her own. Unfortunately for her, her affair was with one of the great upcoming
painters of his generation. The ramifications of that one torrid evening will
not only be felt across her life but over the entire art world.
Sexy,
funny, and very surprising, Permanent
Spring Showers is the tale of one very memorable springtime and how it
impacts a group of unique artists and dreamers. From the writer who is creating
a new literary movement (through outright manipulation), to the hopeful
Olympian with the failing marriage, to the romantic wondering what he did wrong
to drive his love from him, each tale walks the line between reality and
fantasy. And waiting at the end of the line is a very important painting… and
possibly the revolver used in the Lincoln Assassination.
What inspired you to write this book?
After writing my novel A Jane Austen
Daydream (which was my “love letter” to the author, recreating her life as
one of her own romantic novels), I wanted to do something very different, very
daring. Definitely something very different from the world of Austen.
Also,
I was a little inspired by Charles Dickens. He used to write for a paper,
publishing a different chapter each week. I wondered if I could do the same. Of
course, instead of a paper for me, I had my blog (“The Musings & Artful
Blunders of Scott D. Southard at sdsouthard.com). I used one of my old
screenplays as a starting point and began to write the book. After a chapter I
was in very different waters from the original story. It was a fun challenge
and I could not be more proud of the final result.
Excerpt from Permanent Spring Showers:
Chapter 1
The Argument
It
probably all began far before the argument.
It
might have even begun before the affair he had, no matter how brief it was. He
wanted an excuse to end it, her mind cried at her. His penis only gave him the
excuse he was looking for.
The
fact it was with one of her students was just the icing on the cake.
“How
many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”
She
turned back to him; it was the first time she even dared to look at him since
he broke the news to her that morning before her flight. And yet all she could
think right then was why did he have to chase her around the house in that old
raggedy bathrobe? That damn old weather worn bathrobe he bought on their
honeymoon. God, help me, she thought to herself staring at the pleading
man, he looks like a broken bunny in that hideous thing.
She
grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter as angrily as such an action could be,
stepped over the bowl of cereal she shattered on the kitchen floor, and threw
up her hands as she walked past him. “I don’t care if you’re sorry or not. It
really doesn’t matter now.”
“It
doesn’t matter?” He sounded floored by the concept. “How can it not matter?”
She
sighed by the front door, and spun back to him. “Can you go back in time?”
“No.”
“Can
you go back and stop yourself from inserting your penis…”
“Stop
it!” he interrupted and covered his ears almost like a child would when being
scolded. “Do you have to be so vulgar about it?” He removed his hands, now
taking on the posture of a parent with his hands on his hips. How fast the
switch was made astonished her.
“Vulgar?”
She was becoming so angry her right hand was starting to shake. She hated when
this happened, it always felt to her like a part of her body was revolting
against her mind. Vomiting at that moment felt like it would be too easy. “You
do that and call me…”
“Would
you rather I didn’t tell you?” he interrupted. “I could’ve kept it a secret.”
“I’d
rather you didn’t do it in the first place.” Her voice cracked on the last
word, almost sounding like a cough. No, she wasn’t about to cry, she told
herself, she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction… assuming he would feel
satisfied to know he broke her spirit.
He
didn’t respond to her last point, he went on with his pathetic reasoning he had
already repeated three times that day while she attempted to put on her old
trench coat (first putting her arms in the wrong sleeves, getting it right the
second time). “I didn’t know if she would’ve said something to the other
students or faculty. I didn’t want people talking behind your back. I thought
you knowing could help avoid any discomfort, get you ahead of any of the tales
and…” His voice losing steam as she faced him again.
“So
this…” She was so angry she had to work to get each word out in something less
than a scream. “So this—this!— is for my benefit?”
“I
didn’t say that.”
She
turned to the door, and she heard him take a step closer behind her. She
whirled with a speed she would not have thought possible before this morning.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!” she said holding up her finger like a
librarian silencing a child. “You are not coming outside.”
“Why
the Hell not?”
She
spoke slowly, hoping it would help him to understand her point. “Because I
don’t want the neighbors to see us arguing, I don’t want Ms. Florence to hear
us going at it. If she hears, if she sees, everyone in the neighborhood will
see. I’ll become something to be pitied, you will become… even though, knowing
her and her ears and eyes, she probably has pictures of you and…” She couldn’t
even finish her sentence or even say the name.
(Her
name was Alice. Alice, it felt like a swear word now to her, something to be
blurted out only in anger. Alice was 19. Alice had cute freckles and a slightly
twisted smile. Alice thought she knew everything and, up until 8:10 this
morning, Alice sometimes reminded her now-furious professor of herself at that
age.)
She
gasped. It was as if she lost breath, or some higher power had turned her voice
box off. “I… I…” Her mind, her wonderfully brilliant mind that she could always
rely on, was failing her for the first time that she could remember. It was
like a little death. Her wonderful reality she created was falling apart around
her. All she could do was mumble, “Just stay in here.” She then picked up two
of her bags and her purse and left as quickly as possible.
What exciting story
are you working on next?
I have two works in the pipeline. One is a novel that I’m still in the middle
of writing. It is probably the closest thing I will do to sci-fi, even though
it is not sci-fi in the typical sense of the word. It feels like a very
powerful book to me.
I
have another work that I plan to start shopping around soon. It is called
Cassandra on the Island. It’s probably the most beautiful work I will do. I
think I captured something special with it; hopefully, I can talk to you about
it in the future.
When did you first consider yourself a
writer?
I
have always loved books. Summers as a kid for me were not marked by sports or
vacations, but which author or books I read. When my mom would kick me out of
the house to go play with the friends, chances are I would grab a paperback and
head to the park; where you could then find me with my back up against a tree
once again lost in a book.
I
wrote my first book as a teenager, and ever since then I’ve been putting up the
good fight for my career. Writing has always been a lot of fun for me, never
really a struggle. I make myself laugh. I think I’ll probably do this (and
dream of it) until it is no longer any fun.
Do you write full-time? If so, what's
your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find
time to write?
I’m the dad of two really great kids, so I need to find my time to write around
them. My wife is really supportive of my writing and I sneak away from time to
time on weekends with a notepad in hand. I also will write in the evenings.
When
I was writing Permanent Spring Showers,
because I had a deadline thanks to my site, I would be up to 1 AM or later just
acting out scenes and writing quickly.
It’s
not always easy to find the time to write, but if the idea is a strong one, you
find a way, you know.
What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?
I allow my creative energy to dictate a lot of what I do around a book. If I
always need a certain drink or snack, it is there. If I have to wear a certain
hat, it is on my head. If I have to listen to a certain CD it will be in the player
each and every time. I’m at the mercy of the muse and what she says goes.
Granted, for my family this can look a little silly. I know for a fact I have
driven my wife crazy a few times with playing the same CD over and over again,
but she was very understanding.
For
Permanent Spring Showers it was all
about Fiona Apple’s music, especially her last CD. Amazing album. Highly
recommend it. I dream that someday she will check out the book.
As
a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
One of my fantasies was to be a jazz artist. I dreamed of being the next
Coltrane or Parker (I played alto and soprano saxophone). I even got into
college on a jazz scholarship. But there was a moment when I realized it wasn’t
in me. I was just repeating myself and I was not getting a thrill out of my
solos anymore. Basically, I had nothing to say anymore with the instrument, but
I did have a lot to say with the pen.
Anything additional you want to share
with the readers?
Whenever
I sit down to write a book, I want to do something new, something different. If
I, for a second, could compare a work I was creating to something else on the
market, chances are, I would stop working on it. See, one of my joys as a
reader (ever since I was a kid) was being surprised and fully escaping into a
narrative. So if you were to pick up one of my books, that is my aim. It’s one
of the reasons each of my books are very different from each other.
Permanent Spring
Showers
has a lot of interesting layers to it. It’s funny, it’s sexy, and it will
surprise you. I hope you will check it out.
Thanks
for the interview!
As a special note: Permanent Spring Showers is on sale from May 18-30 (the length of the tour) for only
$1.99 (regularly $3.99).
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