Here it is, time for another Sunday Sit-Down with another fabulous author! This week, I’m featuring Ivy Nelson, who is currently working on her debut novel! Like me, Ivy writes romance. Continue reading “Sunday Sit-Down: Ivy Nelson”
Authors are everywhere these days – it seems like we all know at least one person who is “aspiring”. Or who has actually gone through the process of publishing, whether it be traditionally or self-publishing. As one of those in the latter category, I like to give shout-outs to my fellows, no matter how they are (or plan to be) published. This week, I interviewed Melion Traverse, a fantasy and speculative fiction author.
MG: I’m still not quite sure how I ended up writing romance. What drew you to write fantasy and speculative fiction?
MT: Speculative fiction, particularly fantasy, attracted me because it allows me the opportunity to step outside of my own world while still exploring ideas and people. Speculative fiction is, for me at least, part escapism and part endless possibility. One day, I would like to write a historical fiction that has taken up tenancy in my brain, but I still keep finding myself drawn to mythical and supernatural themes.
MG: We all have different ideas of what’s good and what’s bad. What do you think makes a good story?
MT: Ultimately, is it entertaining? I want to be drawn into the world and feel as though I have a vested interest in the main character’s struggle. This doesn’t mean I don’t want to think as I read, but I want to also have the story transport me somewhere I cannot go with only a non-fiction book.
MG: Yes! So much of that! I like to throw in a totally random question, too, so… Who was your childhood hero?
MT: I remember these “who are your heroes?” questions from my childhood. I never understood why so many assignments, short answers, essays, short papers, etc. revolved around this question. Even when I got into high school, I was still answering this question in Spanish class. I mean, I get it now, but it drove me nuts at the time.
I’ve been self-conscious about the answer since the first grade when I said General Ulysses S. Grant and my teacher lectured me, in front of the entire class, about how he wasn’t an appropriate hero for a girl. The hell? Congrats, lady, you just made him even more of my hero. After that, I learned to just pick a pop culture icon and run with that answer. It wasn’t like anybody grading those assignments really cared, anyhow.
MG: Yeah, that’s about the way I operate too – tell me I can’t, and I will. I’ll find a way. Speaking of finding ways, do you have any advice for other authors on how to market their books?
MT: At this point, I’ve done exactly zero marketing of my own. However, years ago I had a coworker who self-published his book and brought copies to the office to try and sell to his colleagues. When people were not interested in buying his book, he resorted to guilting people into making a purchase, or he would corner us in the breakroom and demand to know why we weren’t buying his book. When I told him to let me alone, he redoubled his efforts.
It should probably go without saying that I was less convinced to invest in a copy than I was to contact human resources and explain I would like to eat my lunch without somebody foisting a book on me while demanding to know what better uses I had for my money.
So, pro tip: leave your coworkers alone because their day job sucks just as much as yours does and all they want is to eat their lunch, go home at the end of the day, and cry into a beer about how they didn’t become astronauts (or maybe I’m projecting with that last bit).
MG: Eesh! Yeah, I don’t think I’d want my co-workers knowing what I write, so you definitely don’t need to worry about me trying to sell my books at the office! What general advice would you give to aspiring writers?
MT: Can we find a time machine so I can come back and answer this when I’m successful? Otherwise, I’m reminded of the time I was riding on the bus and a man smelling ever-so-slightly of urine sat uncomfortably close beside me and offered me advice on how to pick up hot dates. Don’t get me wrong, I bet he had lots of life experience, and I don’t doubt there were things he could’ve given me solid advice about, but he wasn’t quite selling me on dating assistance. That’s how I feel when asked to offer writing advice: thoroughly unqualified and more than a little as though I’ve just wet myself.
MG: Lol, I feel the same way! Thanks so much, Melion! It’s always inspiring to learn about authors who write in genres I “don’t” write in! (Shh! Don’t tell my dragon I don’t write fantasy! He thinks he’s still got a shot!)
Melion Traverse writes things. When not writing things, Melion still lives with one spouse, two dogs and an acceptable amount of chaos. She is occasionally found playing with swords, studying martial arts, and lifting weights. Other times, she hides with a book and an energy drink as she avoids the bowling ball-sized tumbleweeds of dog hair overwhelming her house. Melion’s short stories have appeared in, or are forthcoming in, Fantasy Scroll Magazine, Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, Scarlet Leaf Review, and T. Gene Davis’s Speculative Blog. Check out her haphazard blog: https://delusionsofsanityblog.wordpress.com/
Today… well, I just want today to be over. Like now. It sucks.
Step 1: have daughter tucked into bed next to me, hiccup-sobbing, at 6 a.m. because she had a nightmare, and hubby has to get ready for work
Step 2: cuddle the crap out of her, hoping to get her calmed enough to get back to sleep
Step 3: crash because I just can’t stay awake anymore
Step 4: wake up at 8:40 a.m, ten minutes before my son needs to get out to the bus stop
Step 5: fly out of bed, rush to son’s room, get him up and getting dressed; throw a handful of cereal into a baggie for him to eat on the bus, make his lunch
Step 6: send him out the door, climb into shower (yay! I don’t stink anymore!)
Step 7: grab caffeine, set it down to get shoes on
Step 8: grab laptop, forget caffeine while getting daughter into the van because hubby is checking breaks, oil, and something else on the car at work (he’s a mechanic)
Step 9: stop at gas station for lunchy stuff and high-octane caffeine (and a new mug!) on the way to inlaws’ to deal with tree-mergency.
Step 10: start van.
Step 11: Cry: van’s not starting. No lights on the dashboard, no clicks, just… nothing.
Step 12: Call hubby.
Step 13: go back into gas station, deplete them of sugar for my coffee
Step 14: wait for hubby
Step 15: text SIL and let her know I give up on today, and I’ll deal with the china at MIL’s tomorrow.
Step 16: email preschool – We’re not having a good day. We won’t be in.
Step 17: Grumblegrumblegrumble. One of the connections to the battery was loose.
Step 18: GO HOME.
Step 19: Write blog post
Step 20: crash
Seriously. I can’t make this up. And I can’t even use it in fiction because “that could never happen!” “that’s not believable!”.
Later, y’all. There will not be any braining today.
Writing is not as easy as it looks, and sometimes we need advice and tips on how to navigate the obstacles that come our way during the process. Today, I talked to author DL Hungerford, writing a steamy Regency series under the name Roxanna Haley, on just such matters. Continue reading “Sunday Sit-Down: DL Hungerford”
I think this speaks for itself.
Today, I take a break from my usual smutty rhyming, and give a moment of my time, which is far less than deserved, to remember those we’ve lost. Fifteen years ago, today, the Twin Towers collapsed before the world’s eyes. Time stopped, and the only thing that continued was the deafening silence of the tears of a nation.
I still have no words for what I felt that day, and I’m not sure I ever will. About all I can do, is dig down to the bottom depths of my heart and thank the men and women who responded. In the seconds, the minutes, the days, weeks, even months and years after, and still, always, forever, the men and women who spend their days being the superheroes they claim not to be. Paramedics, police, fire and rescue. Every branch of the military. You all deserve so much more than I…
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