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Bio:
Chelsea was born
and raised in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado, where she spent countless hours
writing stories. Mostly about cats.
In 2015, she
published her first book: a quirky memoir for adults called I'd Rather Wear
Pajamas that talks all about the journey through her young adult life that led
to her becoming an author. It was an Amazon #1 best seller for five straight
days and continues to elicit full belly laughs from its readers.
After the birth of
her children, Chelsea shifted her writing to the kidlit world. She’s thrilled
to share her newest baby: Tinsey Clover.
Chelsea lives in
Boulder with her husband and three practically perfect daughters. Unfortunately,
she doesn’t own any cats.
Please share a little bit about your current
release.
Tinsey Clover is the story of a spunky little elfin girl
in the Icelandic Bungaborg Forest. She feels frustrated because her village
isn’t allowed to leave or interact with anyone else in the forest. Certain
there’s more positivity out there than she’s been taught to believe, Tinsey sneaks
out of her village and finds herself on quite the journey. Using her great math
skills, some quirky magic, and help from some unlikely new friends, Tinsey
learns that sometimes things aren’t quite what they seem.
What inspired you to write this book?
This felt like a
timely tale to tell. In this day and age full of exclusion and segregation, I
really wanted to write a story of unity and acceptance. It’s even cooler since
the protagonist is a young girl who doesn’t feel like she’s big enough to even
make a tiny bit of difference. But, she does. She rises above all sorts of
stuff and changes things for the better. It’s a nice spray of inspiration for
kids to hear that they can cast a big light, no
matter how small they are. It’s not an in-your-face message, though. The
lessons are subtle enough and don’t take away from the fun characters and
quirky situations they find themselves in.
Excerpt from Tinsey Clover:
Today’s the day.
The day I’m finally going to sneak out of Snugglepunk to explore the rest of
the Bungaborg Forest. Of course, I said the same thing yesterday. And the day
before. And the day before that. But, today, I really mean it.
I brush a strand of shaggy purple hair
out of my full moon emerald green eyes and make a thirty-degree turn to the
right followed by forty-four paces. A full right-angle turn to the left then
another hundred-and-seven steps. I calculate the path with precision, quietly
weaving my way in and out of massive brown tree trunks so old, you could climb
into their wrinkles and stay hidden for weeks. The trees shoot up most likely
all the way to space, spreading their enormous, greedy branches to hog all the
sunlight for themselves.
Not to brag or anything, but I’m pretty
much an expert sneaker. I mean, when you’ve done something as much as I’ve done
this, it’s hard not to be an expert. Another ninety degree right turn. I’m
close now. Thirty more yards, which is no small distance when you’re only the
size of a chipmunk. Still, my bare feet know the way by heart. They glide
quickly over the mossy ground beneath me.
I tune into my slightly pointy ears for
a second. Part of being a great sneaker is using all your senses. I hear the
call of the morning Icelandic birds and a soft, melodic humming of the other
trealfur elves waking up. It’s not an unusual sound. Trealfur elves always hum.
It’s just something you do when you’ve got the best singing voices in the
forest.
I never hum. Because, unlike every other
trealfur elf in Snugglepunk, my voice does not sound like chimes tingling on a
soft breeze. No way. I’m pretty sure a better comparison would be to say my
voice sounds like an angry honey badger with a head cold. Who’s also dying.
That about sums it up.
In front of me, a solid vine wall comes
into view. The twenty foot wall my grandpa built before I was born that wraps
all the way around the perimeter to keep Snugglepunk safe from the rest of the
Bungaborg Forest. The border that’s always made me feel trapped.
What
exciting story are you working on next?
I’m super excited to put pen to paper on
a Tinsey Clover sequel, so stay tuned
for that! I’m also working on a Middle Grade historical fiction.
I’ve been writing
for as long as I can remember. Back in second grade, I’d bring in little
stories I’d written (mostly about cats) to my classroom and beg my teacher to
let me read them to the class. Things didn’t stop there. I wrote my first novel
in middle school, although I sadly never published it. My life continued along
and I fell into the trap of people telling me writing was a worthless
occupation. I bounced around from job to job, and always found myself
gravitating toward the writing piece of any project. Finally, I took the leap
and allowed myself to really call myself a writer. I haven’t looked back once.
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 wish I could
write full time! As the full-time mama of three young girls, sometimes
squeezing in even a handful of minutes can be a challenge. What I’ve found
really works for me is, instead of committing myself to putting in a certain
amount of time per day to write (ie, I’ll write two hours a day,) I strive for
a certain word count. So, if I’m working for 2,000 words a day, that means I
can get those words in at any point during the day. Maybe my kids are playing
for a bit and I get fifteen minutes to write. Great! 500 words done. First
thing in the morning before everyone’s awake. Awesome! Another 300 words. I’ve
found that breaking it down that way makes it so much more realistic and
achievable.
What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?
Ha! Where to start?
I’m the type of writer who will just sit down and start writing whatever comes
to mind. There are plenty of times when I’ll go back to edit and I have no idea
what I’m even trying to read. What was I talking about??
As a child, what did you want to be when you
grew up?
A veterinarian. And
a ballerina. And a concert flutist. And, of course, a writer. I’m two of the
four of those now. Can you guess which ones?
Anything additional you want to share with
the readers?
Thanks for hanging
with me today!
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