Showing posts with label steampunk. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Interview with novelist L.T. Getty

Today’s special guest is author L.T. Getty. She’s chatting with me about her new steampunk-horror novel, Dreams of Mariposa.

During her virtual book tour, L.T. will be awarding a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice) gift card. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter there, too!

Bio:
L.T. Getty is a science fiction and fantasy writer who hails from the Canadian Prairies. When she’s not writing, you can likely find her driving an ambulance and dreaming about travel.

Wecome, L.T. Please share a little bit about your current release.
Dreams of Mariposa is a standalone Steampunk-Horror novel that follows Marie, a vampire daywalker who is sent to a village to learn about the goings on of a reclusive necromancer who has stumbled across an ancient temple with power the leaders of the masquerade desire for their own. Infiltrating society, she starts to fall in love with a human, something she is torn about because she’s spent the last few decades mourning the loss of her true love. This is not a romance novel, Marie is a villain-protagonist.

What inspired you to write this book?
When I signed Tower of Obsidian, my first novel with Champagne Books, the publisher mentioned she wanted more steampunk titles. I’m not terribly well versed in Victorian Literature, but I did study classics like Shelly’s Frankenstein, Broker’s Dracula, and Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes. The paranormal elements came easily to me. I was working on other projects, but I slowly started to think about the gothic elements that I knew.


Excerpt from Dreams of Mariposa:
I spooked my horse while we travelled alongside a creek, but I managed to keep the gelding under control. It was Theo who was nearly thrown from his horse. Since Rosa and I preferred to keep no staff, the maintenance of the creatures was often something we did not do of our own volition.

“Steady! Steady,” he said. He quickly dismounted and petted her nose. “What is wrong?”

“Does she have a nervous temperament?” I asked. He shook his head.

“She is my uncle’s horse, and is all the more calm in her maturity.” He made clicking noises to soothe the mare, turning his attention to the started beast. Involuntarily, I reached out toward him, I wanted to feel his hair between my fingertips. At once the mare’s eyes widened, and she reared. Theo let go of her bridle and fell backward. I almost leapt at the horse to force her back, but she didn’t come down on him. Instead she galloped the way we came.

“Are you injured?” I asked.

“One who is afraid of horses shouldn’t be riding them,” he told me, rolling up almost effortlessly. He dusted himself off before he caught my eyes “A twelve-year old animal, and she still rides like the wind.”

“I shall fetch her for you.” It would be easy enough, once we were out of sight, to leap from my horse and run until I found the mare.

“Lend me your horse. I can recover my own mare,” he said. “You would leave a lady on the road, defenseless?”

“You and I both know you are far from defenseless. I shan’t be more than a minute, but each minute we delay only adds to the duration of this situation. She’s likely calmed down and eating berries. She knows my voice.”

“Help me down,” I said.

My horse was too slender a beast to pick up any real speed with two passengers, though my weight was negligible. Theo was no small fellow. I needed no help, but I knew how to play my part in my society and his. He put his hands about my narrow hips, and I put my arms around his neck, and slowly he boosted and then lowered me, ever in control. He had beautiful eyes, and I knew he could not deny mine as his gaze lingered.

“Is this yours?” a familiar voice broke the trance, and I glanced at Hilda, who had caught the mare.


What exciting story are you working on next?
I have submitted Book 2 in my proposed Rogue Healer Series, and am working on Book 3, a high seas swashbuckling adventure. They’re a return to fantasy for me, in sword and sorcery.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I’ve been doing this so long I don’t remember really ‘starting’. I tried writing stories in elementary school; I think by grade 7 I started a novel. I know I finished a really bad draft of one before starting Grade 9. I never really thought about the title ‘writer’ more like ‘artist’.

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 write about a book a year – my schedule has been all over the place. I’ve never worked a traditional 9-5, as even when I was a service writer my schedule was not regular business hours. And by ‘book a year’ it’s not like I start in January and finish by Christmas. Typically, it’s more like I think about a project and write a little bit at a time. I might see an anthology I’m interested in submitting to, and take time away from the WIP to write a short. I might get another idea and hash out a scene, make notes. Typically once I commit to a novel, I try to commit to a timeline, and finish it based on the outline and what I propose the length ought to be, but when I write a draft I give myself leeway. There are exceptions; like I say I typically try to finish it even if I feel like it’s a failure, because I can always revisit it later.

My day job is a paramedic. I’m able to write when we have down time, so like I said, it’s irregular. I try to set myself goals, whether it’s writing or editing or whatever, and base it on time. If I know a project is going to be longer or more involved, I allot time for it.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I can rewrite something forever. That’s probably more common than not. I like to revisit novels via short stories, if only to flesh out a character or a place for myself with no intention of letting them be read by readers.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I thought we were more advanced in space than we were, so I wanted to be an astronaut. When I realized how limited in space we were and what all that entailed, I wanted to be a writer, a police officer, and a firefighter. I’m a first responder as a paramedic, as well as I keep on writing.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Only that if they want to write, don’t get bogged down if you feel your work doesn’t belong or you don’t belong. Keep writing, make your art. I think if you chase the market and what’s popular you’ll always be behind on trends.

For the readers, let’s say that I will never promise you a happy ending, but I will try to write a satisfying story.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Interview with fantasy author D. Lieber

Author D. Lieber joins me today to talk about her new steampunk adventure fantasy romance, The Exiled Otherkin.

During her virtual book tour, D. will be awarding a fancy homemade bookmark (U.S. only) to a lucky randomly drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter there, too!

Bio:
D. writes stories she wants to read. Her love of the worlds of fiction led her to earn a Bachelor’s in English from Wright State University.

When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s probably hiking, crafting, watching anime, Korean television, Bollywood, or old movies. She may also be getting her geek on while planning her next steampunk cosplay with friends.

She lives in Wisconsin with her husband (John), retired guide dog (Samwise), and cat (Yin).

Welcome, D. Please share a little bit about your current release.
Exiled from Faerie when her father dies, half-Fae Ember is surprised by how much the human realm has changed since she was there last. She takes a dangerous job on a merchant airship, hoping a life on the move will keep her well-hidden. Sure, she misses her brother, but years of apathy have numbed her emotions.
When the optimistic and naïve Reilley follows her, it’s annoying to say the least. But when she starts feeling responsible for him, long-stifled emotions crack the ice around her heart.
Faeries, pirates, and traveling players meet in this steampunk fantasy adventure as Ember tries to cope with feelings long forgotten and a past that pursues her.

What inspired you to write this book?
I really enjoy steampunk, and my friends in the Kenosha Steampunk Society encouraged me to write a steampunk novel. With that in mind, I just sat down and thought about what else I wanted to be in there. I landed on Fae because I was interested in how the combination of genres would turn out.


Excerpt from The Exiled Otherkin:
Clutching my new tambourine, I walked to a clearing to have more room to dance. Reilley grabbed the drum and started a beat. Like before, I moved to the rhythm. This time, my red skirt danced with me, and I shook my tambourine appropriately. We discovered that as long as I let Reilley choose the pace, we could improvise an entertaining performance.

We fed on each other’s energy and ended at a natural breaking point, exchanging smiles as the last beat echoed off the trees.

“You’re enchanting,” Reilley complimented smoothly.

“I’m only expressing your music and following your lead.”

He flushed with pleasure at the high praise.

“Could you do me a favor?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“Would you unplait my hair? It should be dry by now.”

His eyes gleamed like I’d given him a gift, and I turned my back to him. With long, deft fingers, he gently unbraided my hair. Undone, he ran his hands through the soft waves to separate them. I shivered.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

As his hands gently stroked the dark locks, I became aware that we were very alone. We’d been alone before, but this time was different. An air of anticipation settled between us. His hands stilled. Neither of us knew what should happen next, and the pressure quickly became uncomfortable.


What exciting story are you working on next?
My next novel will be released on June 21, 2018. It’s a paranormal romance called Intended Bondmates:

No one said guarding a faeling from bloodthirsty vampires would be easy. In fact, Runa trained all her life to protect her intended bondmate, Konner, until he could awaken his full magic.
She was looking forward to her time with the young fae until tragedy shattered her plans. For the last thirteen years, she’s been bound with Mikhail. Neither of them was happy with the arrangement, but she never thought he’d request to unbind from her early.
When all hope of Runa fulfilling her rite and joining werewolf society is threatened, Konner comes through and agrees to become her bondmate.
But Konner hasn’t forgiven her for abandoning him. And Rowan, bound with Konner’s brother, is hostile toward the fellow werewolf who left him to protect two faelings alone.
As Runa tries to make up for her past betrayals, forbidden thoughts and urges imperil all of their futures.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I really struggled to adopt the writer label actually. I didn’t start introducing myself as a writer until I had completed my first novel. It was a little ridiculous to be honest. I write for a government agency for my day job. But even then, when people would ask what I do for a living, I would always say I write rather than I am a writer. Even if that’s how I earn my living, it felt too arrogant to call myself a writer. Isn’t that silly? One day, I decided I needed to own the title if I was going to realize my full potential. After I had been writing for years, I forced myself to say, “I’m a writer” until I believed it.

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 write full-time, but not fiction. I write articles for a government magazine for my day job. I find time on nights and weekend to write fiction by forcing myself to do it, usually with a guilt trip.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I write everything out longhand before I type it on a computer. I can’t get the words flowing otherwise.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be a paleontologist.

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Interview with steampunk/fantasy author Steven VS

Welcome, Readers.

Steven VS is in the hot seat today. He’s in the midst of a virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for his steampunk fantasy novel The Kingdom Lights. The book is appropriate for late middle grade and early young adult readers.

During his tour, Steven will be awarding one randomly drawn winner with a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit his other tour stops and enter there, too!

Bio:
Steven is a resident of the sleepy coastal town of Bexhill, East Sussex, England. He graduated in the summer of 2013 from the University of Southampton with a bachelor of medicine degree and a master’s degree in global health from Sussex University – where he spent the majority of his time in Shawcross writing his debut novel, The Kingdom Lights.

In between writing and dreaming, Steven is a medical doctor and has worked at the University Hospital of North Straffordshire and the Princess Royal where he fights the system with quirky lanyards.

Welcome, Steven. Tell us about your latest release.
Steampunk middle grade about a boy and a long history of civil war. I thought about this a great deal and I realized something. I never set out to write a children’s story, but the way the story was, it was the only thing that made sense. I think that’s how you should approach writing – think about the story, then decide how to present it, not the other way around.

Blurb about The Kingdom Lights.
In a world where cities float, airships sail the skies and mythical creatures are summoned in a pinch, Celes Vale is distinctly average. Living in the shadow of his talented cousin and his powerful aunt and uncle, Celes is resigned to a future of soot, factories and well, more soot.

But on the night of his twelfth birthday everything changes. A blinding light, a whispered voice and in an instant Celes becomes the first ordinary child in history to develop magic, sending him on a fast-track ticket to the greatest of the floating cities, Gardarel. Boasting grand, elegant buildings wrought from shimmering white stone, the entire city appears as though it has been built from light, and so it has come to be called the Kingdom Lights.

Though some welcome Celes, others want the dirt-ridden up-start off their city preferably head first. Nowhere is this clearer than in the attitude and actions of the beautiful and haughty Lady Ban and her sneering nephew, Marcus Blackwood. But Blackwood, with his gang of goons and unimaginative one-liners, is soon the least of Celes’s problems.

With a little magic and a lot of detective work, Celes and his group of Scurriers and Wisps unravel the dark truth behind Lady Ban s prim, perfect smile an alliance to the villainous Wardens and the masked man who leads them. However, in his attempt to expose Lady Ban, Celes unwittingly stumbles onto an even darker conspiracy a plan that could lead to the complete destruction of Gardarel itself.

What have you got coming soon for us to look out for? My steampunk middle grade novel The Kingdom Lights. I’ve always thought about it as a very adult story told through a child’s eyes, which I don’t think is done very often. I hope you like it!


Excerpt from The Kingdom Lights:
With his immaculately polished shoes, carefully preened suit and even more carefully preened moustache Jaime Milton was the last person one would expect in the sooty factory city of Midgard. His father, Lord Milton, Sr., a great wobbly man with fat flapping fingers like purple bananas was a close second.

It was a brilliant June morning and the city of Floating City of Midgard was alight with life. Jaime walked through the weathered cobblestone streets and watched as houses flung their windows and doors open, lapping in the sunlight. Jaime had not been here for two years and yet the City of Factories was exactly as he had remembered; there were rows of homes huddled together, tightly packed into the little street as high rising billows of smoke sailed into the sky. The cobblestones of rose-tinged granite underfoot were boisterous and uneven and Jaime had to be extra careful so as not to fall over as racing children zoomed past, chasing one another furiously through the street. Some were covered in soot whilst others were rosy clean but, he noted, all were breathless.

Jaime Milton couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you smirking about?” barked Lord Milton, Sr. as his son pushed him through the streets in a beautiful silvery wheelchair.

“Just thinking about the first time I came to Midgard,” replied Jaime. “It was a…”

“I didn’t ask!” announced Lord Milton, Sr., brandishing his polished walking cane. “Always answering questions I didn’t ask! And stop your smiling! There’s no reason to smile!”


What song would you choose for Karaoke?
Either Don’t Stop Believing by Journey, or Night Moves by the legendary Bob Seger.

Which Star Trek or Star Wars character are you most like?
Good question. Do you remember the little Sullustian who was with Lando when they blew up the Death Star 2? He was so negative about things, but then was so happy when they won! He is so underrepresented in the Star Wars universe. He needs a bigger shout.

Who would you least like to be stranding on a desert island with? Why?
I would hate to be stranded with Amelia Cutts. She ruined my elective by joining me and my friends in Cuba for four weeks and it was a nightmare. She complained about everything!


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Friday, February 1, 2013

Interview with YA author Makayla Yokley

Today's guest is YA novelist Makayla Yokley. She's touring her novel, The Ruby Curse.

Makayla will award a free digital copy of The Ruby Curse via Smashwords to one commenter at every stop. For a chance to win, leave an e-mail address with your comment below. For more chances to win, visit other tour stops and comment there.

Bio:
Makayla Yokley is a college student who lives in Kansas with her somewhat evil cat named Cujo. She likes to write fiction of all genres. Currently she is majoring in Liberal Arts.

Welcome, Makayla. Please tell us about your current release.
The Ruby Curse is a steampunk/fantasy novel about Violet Seymour, an escaped convict who is a link in an ancient bloodline of Heroes. When mages start disappearing across the steam-and-clockwork powered land of Arcova, Violet is enlisted to help find them. It’s either that or she goes back to jail. But what is the price of freedom when death stalks those who dare look for the mages?

What inspired you to write this book?
Fairy Tales. I wanted the Violet Chronicles to have all the necessary elements that makes stories into fairy tales. Within the story itself I’ve made some of the characters reflections of their fairy tale selves, but made some changes to fit my setting. Not all of the characters are fairy tale characters, but quite a few of them are.

Along with being filled with fairy tale characters, the “Violet Chronicles” is also filled with the themes and motifs one might find in a fairy tale if you look deeply enough at them. I can’t be very specific without ruining it, unfortunately!

The Ruby Curse specifically, though, was sort of my twist on a Russian fairy tale whose name I can’t find anymore. In its very early stages it started out as a Tolkien-esque fantasy that just wasn’t clicking right in my head. I scrapped the idea and decided to recycle it later and turn it into a steampunk/fantasy. Ethan and Aurora are the only ones who retained most of their qualities from the first idea, though they’ve been altered somewhat to fit the new world of course.

Excerpt:
The next thing I knew was the smell of piss and rotting wood.
A dull throb pulsated in the back of my head, moving to the front in an almost wave-like motion. Through the haze I tried to remember where I was and how I had gotten there. The last thing I could recall was being bashed on the head and little black dots peppering my vision, stealing the world away into darkness. If I tried to remember more, a shock of pain erupted without warning until I was subdued once again.
There are no questions here in the kingdom of concussion.
I remember I was doing something bad. Hardly anything to get in a tizzy about when it’s me doing it, but being able to remember anything at all was an accomplishment. In the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter. I was still in a place where the floor— or at least what I assumed was the floor— was warm and metallic against my back.
A gob of blood sat idle under my tongue. I tried not to swallow it but some things were easier said than done. Just when I was sure I had no other choice, I tilted my head askew and spat it out. I could feel the warm, sticky wetness trailing out of the corner of my mouth and streaking across my cheek. I could still taste the bitter, coppery sensation on my tongue.
 Somewhere in the darkness that condensed the entire world into a tiny, limited space, a disembodied voice floated up and pierced through the dizzy haze.
“Oi! Look there! She’s awake!”
It was a man. I was certain of that much. His voice was rough, irritable, and had an accent that at first seemed very strange to me, but I soon recognized it as the kind of vocal slur usually found in the south. The important thing was, though, he was undeniably Arcovan.
“Hey! Hey you! You ain’t dead?”
Another man joined in and his accent matched the other man’s to the syllable. But his voice was lighter and gave the impression of being off balance.
“Clearly!” the deeper-voiced man said. “If she is dead then she’s a zombie, and that’s rubbish. Don’t be stupid!”
“Oi! Who you callin’ stupid?” the lighter-pitched man asked.
“This bloody stupid fool right ‘ere!”
The sounds of their voices faded away into obscurity, depriving me of certain bits and pieces of the conversation until I could no longer follow what they were going on about. Through the pain I willed my eyes to open. The edges of things blurred together into a great unintelligible mass that hung around me like a soupy haze.
But then things started to take shape. Artificial light from the gas lamps outside streamed in through the thick black bars that made up the window at the very top of the room. Fat copper pipes ran every which way on the ceiling. A puff of white steam shot out of a loose valve and settled down on my face in little wet speckles.

What exciting story are you working on next?
Currently I’m working on the second book in the Violet Chronicles, Briar Light. It’s slow goings but it’s going none the less. It’s definitely going to be one the fans like (or at least I hope so!) because we get to look deeper into the backgrounds of the characters and, to me, that’s always fun.

Other than that I don’t have anything that’s far enough along in its progress to be worth mentioning. Most of what I have are little side projects that may or may not ever make it out of my piggy flash drive. We’ll just have to see!

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Truthfully, I’m still coming to terms with it. That sounds bad but all this time I’ve always considered it as something I just DO, like breathing or walking. It’s been a part of me and what I do for so long that I don’t think I’ll ever have that “ah-ha” moment where it becomes a concrete thing. It’ll always just be something I do compulsively. If I didn’t do it I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself. Sometimes I open my Word program and start typing on whatever project that happens to be occupying my mind at the time without ever realizing I did anything.

Now that I’m thinking about it I don’t think I’d have it any other way. It’s like finding yourself in a truly good relationship. It’s comfortable. It’s home.

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 don’t think you’d call me a “Full-Time” writer, exactly. When I’m not writing I go to school and work in my college’s library, but whenever I find some downtime I usually write in a notebook I have stored in my backpack. I never like to leave home without it because I never know when I’m going to get time enough to work, but I’m always glad I have it even when I end up not being able to use it.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
Sometimes I seem to write better while listening to songs from old Disney musicals like “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”, “Pocahontas”, “Hercules”, movies like that. I can’t explain it, but something about them helps get the creative juices flowing. My muse must be a Tinkerbell-esque creature!

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I’ve wanted to be everything from a writer to a chocolatier (Like Willy Wonka!). I entertained the idea of being a pirate for like a day and a half, for about forty-five minutes I wanted to be a game designer, I wanted to be a painter and an actress— actress lasted the longest, I think. I remember wanting to be a lawyer when I was little but there was way too much legal jargon involved. Even now I’m letting my mind dance around being something else, but I’m always going to come back to this because it allows me the freedom to do all those things without being diagnosed with anything!

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Just that I hope that, if they end up sticking with me all through this crazy ride, they will be prepared to see me throwing my hat into several genres. I’m not the kind of person who can build a nest in a certain genre and be able to sit there comfortably. I’ve always got an urge to try new ideas and new things, so sitting still in one niche is somewhat impossible.

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