All posts for the month March, 2013

Author Interview: A. L. Jambor

Published March 28, 2013 by jnaomiay

393135_3613053049210_1609802204_nToday, I am chatting with Amy who goes by the author name A.L. Jambor and has written the Pello Island book series.  Up until now, we have been discussing our small noisy dogs but she would prefer to talk about her books, especially the one called But the Children Survived.  Let’s start with just a brief synopsis of your book.  In 20 words or less, tell me what it is about.

Amy: Everyone dies when a biological weapon is accidentally released, but two hundred children, and a handful of adults, survive.

Naomi:  Very good, Amy.  You have one word left.  Is there anything you’d like to add?

Amy:  Um…

Naomi:  Excellent.  Moving on, who is your favorite character and why?  Since you did so well on that first challenge, you may advance to the next level of unrestricted wordiness.

Amy:  Yay.  My favorite character is Mindy Lane.  She’s based on my granddaughter, Lindsey, and my niece, Mandy.  Mindy is left alone at the age of nine with no water and very little food.  She has to care for her grandmother’s dog, too, but she never gives up.  She believes her parents are alive, and no matter how many people try to dissuade her, she’s determined to find them, no matter what it takes.

Naomi:  If Mindy called you up tomorrow and said, “Hey, let’s go do something.”  What and where would you go with them?

Amy:  We’d go to the Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg.  I want to broaden her horizons, and what’s better than a surrealist genius?

Naomi:  I could think of a few things, especially for a nine year old.  I pity poor fictional Mindy who would be forced to look at mind-numbing art, especially when she has just survived an apocalypse.  Certainly, she’d prefer to stand around and gaze at odd and naked creatures being tortured rather than go to DISNEYWORLD which is within a one hour radius.  But that’s just me.  What’s the hardest part about writing your book?

Amy:  Getting stuck in the middle of a book and realizing the end just won’t work, then trying to make it work.  It’s exhausting.

Naomi:  As exhausting as trying to analyze Salvador Dali’s works?  Not nearly.  What’s the easiest part?

Amy:  Story ideas.  They just keep coming.

Naomi:  I am afraid to ask from where.  If you had to pick one object to represent your story and one color to paint it in, what would it be and why?

Amy:  The purple flower in the book that contains both the power to heal and the power to destroy.

Naomi:  I am relieved to hear it is not one of Dali’s images and you know which ones I am referring to.  Do you do anything else besides write and if so what is it?

Amy:  I watch a lot of movies.  Truth be told, I probably love movies more than books, but don’t tell anyone.

Naomi:  I’m not telling anyone except everyone who reads this blog.  What’s the ugliest thing in your closet?

Amy:  A picture of my great-grandmother.  You didn’t specific which closet.

Naomi:  No, I didn’t and I won’t tell her that either.

Amy:  She’s dead.

Naomi:  That doesn’t mean she’s not reading this blog.  What’s in the bottom of your purse, backpack, attaché or whatever you carry?

Amy:  My sunglasses, a paperclip, and empty cellophane candy wrappers.

Naomi:  Name one character in your book that reminds you of a real person and tell us who it is and how they are similar.

Amy:  Almost every character in the book is based on a family member, so this should be easy.  There’s a character named Andrew who is based on my son.  He’s a good man, kind, considerate, nothing like a real man at all, but I digress.  No, he’s responsible and really wants to do the right thing.  My son is a good husband who will bring his wife a Shamrock Shake without being asked.  He’s the kind of father who rolls around on the floor with his kids.  If he didn’t look so much like me, I’d swear he was adopted.

Naomi:  What’s your favorite game?  Would your favorite character play it and be any good at it?

Amy:  Right now, we’re playing Words With Friends.  She’s ten; she’s beating me.

Naomi:  Right now you are playing that with Mindy, Lindy, Mandy, Andy or who?  You’ve got me totally confused.  You’re playing a real game with a fictional character?  Did you ever wonder if you were a little crazy?  Not that I need to ask as it is plainly obvious.

Amy:  When I was a kid, I would go up to the attic of the big house we lived in in Connecticut and dressed up in old sheer curtains my mother had stored up there, creating a beautiful full length gown.  One day, I went outside because I had just seen How the West Was One in Cinerama, and I was Debbie Reynolds.  The west is a wide open space, so I had to be outside.  I was acting out a scene when I overheard the old man across the street say, “Is she crazy?”  So, yes, I guess I’m crazy, but it’s a good crazy.

Naomi:  On the other hand, the old man across the street might not have been referring to you at all.  Perhaps one of your other neighbors was running naked down the street but you were too busy in your game to notice.  Alternatively, maybe he was talking to the imaginary characters that were helping him fill out his crossword puzzle.  Perhaps there was something odd in the water there in Connecticut.

Amy:  Oh.  Maybe.  I never thought of that.

While Amy thinks about this, you can find out more about her and her books at the following links:

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Author Interview: Rebecca de Medeiros

Published March 26, 2013 by jnaomiay

rebeccadeToday, I am chatting with Rebecca de Medeiros who in between swathes of laundry, would like to discuss her best-selling book, A Bargain Bride.   Let’s start with just a brief synopsis of your book.  In 20 words or less, tell me what it is about.

Rebecca: It’s a historical romance about a Rancher whose grandfather orders him a mail order bride and the chaos that ensues.

Naomi:  What a fascinating premise!  How might one contact that mail order service?  Number One Son, who is utterly brilliant, is still also very single.  As his twenty-second birthday is rapidly approaching, I would like to get him a unique gift.

Rebecca:  A bride?

Naomi:  Well, it is something I haven’t given him before and in my opinion, he is desperately in need of one, as well as a new toaster.  Apparently, the old one is burning everything. 

Rebecca:  The old bride?

Naomi:  No, toaster, but back to your book, who is your favorite character and why?  Since you successfully passed the 20 word restriction on the first question, you are now permitted to be as prolific as you desire.

Rebecca:  My favorite character is “Pops” O’Malley. He is the rascally grandfather of the hero in my book. He is always up to his sparkly blue eyes in mischief… but he has a good heart and wants the best for his family.

Naomi:  That’s a lovely image and he indeed has a heart of gold for purchasing a spouse for his descendant.  I wonder what the return policy is on such an acquisition.  If Pops called you up tomorrow and said, “Hey, let’s go do something.”  What and where would you go with him?

Rebecca:  Fishing. I would go fishing with him at the pond near the Lucky M ranch. Just listening to his colorful stories would be a blast.

Naomi:  Undoubtedly.  While you are there, will you please find out if they take debit or credit?

Rebecca: Who?

Naomi:  The mail order company.  What about specials?  Do they ever do a two-fer?  Number Two Son, who is also utterly brilliant, is quite young yet at only eighteen but at the rate he is going, I’ll probably have to purchase a bride for him as well.  What’s the hardest part about writing your book?

Rebecca:  The hardest part was that I started writing the book as a way to entertain my mother who was at the time dying of cancer. In between chemo and radiation, we would sit together and to keep her mind off of the pain, I would read her what I wrote. It was hard to try to put humor into my book, when I was in so much emotional pain… but when I would get somber, Mama would say “Becca, cheer up you’re getting on my nerves..”

Naomi:  Your mother, G-d bless her, sounds like she was an incredible woman.  What’s the easiest part about writing your book?

Rebecca:  Turning the computer on… seriously, everything else was tough after that…

Naomi:  Well, I’m certainly glad you figured out the On part.  Imagine how difficult it would be if you hadn’t done so and there you were typing away at a blank screen.  If you had to pick one object to represent your story and one color to paint it in, what would it be and why?

Rebecca:  A pink colored pair of scissors. My heroine accidentally does some serious damage to her husband’s hair when she attempts to try her hand at hairstyling. Pink is just the color that popped first into my mind.

Naomi:  Do you do anything else besides write and if so what is it?

Rebecca:  Mother, wife, cook, chauffeur, peacekeeper, laundress and solver of every “where did I put my keys” mystery. I also hold down a day job as a banker at a casino.

Naomi:  Goodness!  That banker at casino day job sounds incredibly interesting.  I bet you could write a whole novel on some of the creatures you encounter there.  What’s the ugliest thing in your closet?

Rebecca:  Hawaiian shirts that I inherited from my grandfather. They are loud and ugly and my favorite things in there because I can still smell his aftershave on them. Kinda sounds creepy, but it brings back memories of him.

Naomi:  Not at all.  I have my grandmother’s mink coat and sometimes I put it on just so I can smell her cigarettes.  What’s in the bottom of your purse, backpack, attaché or whatever you carry?

Rebecca:  Candy. Wrapped hard candy. I’m going to be one of those grandmas that always seem to have butterscotch or mints on them.

Naomi:  Certainly, a better option than cigarettes.  Well that buzzing noise is either the sound of your dryer announcing yet another load of freshly cleaned clothing for you to fold or I am simply imagining it which means it is time for more of my medication.  In the meantime, you can find out about Rebecca and her book by clicking on the picture below.

Naomi has a pain and must visit the doctor!

Published March 22, 2013 by jnaomiay

Today, I am in pain and must visit the doctor.  I am sitting in a white piece of paper on top of another white piece of paper even though it is my leg that is pained and nothing else need be exposed.  Solely for this reason, I have chosen to arrive at this appointment dressed in a leotard so that it would not be necessary to disrobe.  Never the less, according to the belligerent woman who claims to be a nurse but cannot find my pulse despite how hard she listens, I must wear only this paper.  The door opens.

Jerry:  Oh, Naomi!  I’m so glad you came to see me today.

Naomi:  I’m not.  Turn the bloody heat on, Jerry, or I swear, you shall be the next one to die.

Jerry:  I’m so sorry, Naomi.  I can’t.  It’s  a government mandate that the temperature be set to 62 degrees.  Do you want to put your clothes back on?

Naomi:  Yes, damnit!

Jerry:  Ok, sorry.  I’ll just go back outside and wait until you’re ready.

Two minutes later…

Jerry:  So, Naomi.  (Jerry sits in that wheelie chair thing and pushes his glasses up his nose.) I really do want to talk to you about something.

Naomi:  Yes, Jerry, but that’s not why I am here.  I am here because my leg hurts.  Would you kindly please deal with that first?  When I am well medicated, we’ll talk about whatever you want.

Jerry:  Sure.  No problem.  Okay, so where does it hurt?  Here?

Naomi:  No, the other leg.

Jerry:  Here?

Naomi:  No, here.

Jerry:  Here?

Naomi:  No, here.

Jerry:  Here?


Jerry scoots over to the little desk and types on the computer.  A prescription spits out.  For this,  I will pay $112 all going to my deductible.

Jerry:  Take one twice a day and apply heat as necessary.  Can we talk now?

Naomi:  Naproxen and heat.  I could have written that myself.

Jerry:  I wanted to ask you, Naomi, would it be possible for me to have my own book?  I mean, just about everyone else has gotten their own novella, Thad, Taner, Meri, even that guy Reggie who all he ever did was drive a car.

Naomi:  He was an extremely significant driver.  He was the Royal Driver.

Jerry:  Never the less, I think I’m fairly important, at least as much as Thad.  What about that new one, Diridan’s Daughter about some girl named Cinda.  Nobody ever heard of her before, and now she’s got a whole novella all to herself.  It’s not fair, Naomi.

Naomi:  Neither is this bill.  I should charge a $112 for listening to you whine.

Jerry:  Cinda did nothing while I’ve been an integral part of Books 2, 3, 4, 5, and 8.

Naomi:  Cinda slept with the Big Guy.  That counts for something.

Jerry:  I’m not going there.  (Jerry raises his hands and backs away)

Naomi:  It wasn’t even a consideration.  Alright, let me think on this.  I warn you though if I write a novella about you, all your dirty laundry is going to come out.

Jerry:  What dirty laundry?

Naomi:  Mhm.  Grandpa Lou?

Jerry:  Can’t you leave him out?

Naomi:  Nope.  I’ll tell you what.  I’ll post an excerpt of your story and see if it’s well received.

Jerry:  Okay, but try and minimize Lou’s involvement.  One more thing, Naomi?

Naomi:  Yes?

Jerry:  Can you call it, Space Doctor?  I kinda like that.

Naomi:  Alright, Jerry.  I see I have used up my government allotted 3.75 minutes of physician time so I will leave you now and place your excerpt on Wattpad and Scribd.  We’ll see if anyone likes it.



Author Interview: Jamie Marchant

Published March 21, 2013 by jnaomiay

???????????????????????????????Today, I am in Alabama purchasing pecans because the pecan is Alabama’s official nut.  I have discovered a new recipe using said nut that has an infinitesimal amount of carbohydrates.  Number One Son has told me to consume an infinitesimal amount of carbohydrates so that I  will be thinner.   Number One Son is restricting all intake to paleolithic foods which means he will only eat things cooked by a caveman.  Since there are no caveman anywhere near us, he is getting quite thin.  Number One Son is extremely brilliant in all matters excepting his diet so in the event I do not slim down to my pre-Number One Son figure, I will use the pecans in an pecan pie instead.  While I am indulging in a last bit of carbo-loading by eating an Alabamian fried peach pie, I happen to see author Jamie Marchant who would like to talk about her book The Goddess’s Choice.

Naomi:  Let’s start with just a brief synopsis of your book.  In 20 words or less, tell me what it is about.

Jamie: A peasant sorcerer and princess must develop their individual powers and combine with each other to prevent civil war.

Naomi:  Very good, Jamie.  You have passed the midterm exam and earned full credit.  I am using a little university type lingo here. 

Jamie:  I appreciate that.

Naomi:  My pleasure.  Now you may advance to the rest of the interview.  Who is your favorite character and why? You can use more than 20 words from here on out.

Jamie:  Good because that was hard. I’m not known for being short-winded.  My favorite character is probably Robrek, the peasant sorcerer of the novel, although the Princess Samantha is a close second. I’ve always been a fan of the underdog, and Robrek faces a major uphill battle. His father blames him for his mother’s death and beats him regularly. He lives among people who think he’s cursed with demon blood because of his foreign appearance. The priest thinks he should have been exposed at birth. To top it all off, he learns that in order to access his full power he must truly forgive all those who treated him vilely.

Samantha is the woman I’d like to be: strong, confident, and powerful. She ends up with her share of problems, but she starts at the top while Robrek has to claw his way up, somewhat literally.

Naomi:  And does Robrek have claws?  This is absolutely no reference to MY BOOK where we all know, You Know Who, has claws.  I rather like men with claws, but I digress.  If this character called you up tomorrow and said, “Hey, let’s go do something.”  What and where would you go with them?

Jamie:  We’d go horseback riding. That is if I could stay on a horse. It would certainly be the thing he’d want to do.

Naomi:  Will his claws fit through the stirrups?  What’s the hardest part about writing your book?

Jamie:  Cutting it down to a publishable size. That and getting Samantha’s character right. The novel was originally 328,000 words, about three times the length recommended for a first time novelist. I got it down to 178,000 words, which is still long, but fortunately, I found a publisher that fell in love with it and didn’t mind long novels.

Naomi:  That’s what I say.  Write away!  On the other hand, how many people actually finished War and Peace?  What’s the easiest part about writing your book?

Jamie:  Writing Robrek’s character. He always just seemed to flow, and he changed very little from the first to the final draft. Samantha, on the other hand, went through several major revisions.

Naomi:  If you had to pick one object to represent your story and one color to paint it in, what would it be and why?

Jamie:  A gold horse.

Naomi:  With very large stirrups, I am certain.  Do you do anything else besides write and if so what is it?

Jamie:  Yes, I teach writing and world literature at Auburn University.

Naomi:  What is that old saying…those who can do, teach?  No, it’s not quite that way, is it?  Name one character in your book that reminds you of a real person and tell us who it is and how they are similar.

Jamie:  King Solar reminds me of my grandmother. They have identical thoughts about age. Solar is ninety in the novel, and my grandmother lived until ninety-one. She thought that much too long and was ready to go by about eighty years old.  Solar feels the same.

Naomi:  Yes, my grandmother was absolute King too.  Wait.  I believe I am mixed up.  It must be all these carbs settling into my brain.  I will counterattack that be eating a tremendous amount of protein.  While I am looking for some barbeque, you can find Jamie and her books at the following links:


Barnes and Noble:

Reliquary Press:

Twitter: @RobrekSamantha



New Release! Diridan’s Daughter

Published March 19, 2013 by jnaomiay

A brand new novella has just been added to The Two Moons of Rehnor Novella Collection.

Cinda is the daughter of the Almost-Chief Diridan, a great and highly revered warrior who is also a confidant of the king. When Cinda’s mother dies, her father spins out of control, resulting in banishment for the both of them to the distant village of Shrotru. Cinda’s story occurs mid way through The Boy who Lit up the Sky and supplements Senya’s adventures in Karupatani.  Only $1.29 on



Tag Team in Space continues – Episode 27 introducing Mike Martin

Published March 15, 2013 by jnaomiay

Author A.L. Jambor joins the team with her character Mike Martin

I watched the Martian grab the girl.  I’d been watching them for several minutes, and I had a gut feeling this wouldn’t end well.  I looked around for something to bash him over the head with and found a large stone in the decorative fountain near the entrance of the Starbucks.  As the girl struggled, I bashed him over the head and he fell like a sack of potatoes.

“You okay,” I asked.  She looked stunned and her arms were covered in slime.

“I’m fine.  I had this under control.”

She looked pissed off so I offered to buy her a coffee.  She didn’t want to at first, but then she agreed.  I could see she was rattled, but she kept pretending everything was cool.  I picked up two coffees and brought them to the table.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said.  “I was handling it.”

“Yeah, you looked like you were handling it.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Mike Martin.  And you?”

Ensign Katie Golden.”

“Ooo Ensign.  So, what’s with the Martian?  I saw you talking nice and then he grabbed you.”

“I was asking for his help.”

“Help with what?”

She hesitated for several seconds.  “I wanted him to talk to Marla.”

“Marla!  You don’t look like the type,” I said smiling from ear to ear.

“It wasn’t like that!” she said.  I liked seeing her face turn red.

“Then what was it like?”

“That’s classified.”

“Oh, come on, I saved your life, for Pete’s sake.”

She looked to her left and then her right.  “What do you do, Mr. Martin?”

“I was released from the joint a week ago.  Presently, I don’t do anything.”

“You were an inmate?”  Now she really looked pissed.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.  Yeah, I was an inmate.  So what’s the deal with Marla?”

Katie sat back in her chair.  She was obviously frustrated and now that I had compromised her deal with the Martian, she must have been weighing her options.  I pulled out a cigarette and lit it which sent another look of disapproval my way.

“I needed her to go underground to lure someone out,” she said.  “I don’t suppose you’d know Marla.”

“Well, not to brag, but me and Marla go way back.”

“Really,” she said, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, sure, I know her pretty well.”

“Then you’d talk to her for me?”

“I’d have to know what you wanted her to do first, the whole story this time.”

“Fine, but you have to understand this is a matter of national security and if you tell anyone, I mean anyone, it could mean life or death for billions of people.”

So, that’s what it was about.  The stolen chip.  Oh, yeah, we hear things in the joint.

“What do you want her to do?”

“We need her to lure a trader out of the tunnels.  A Rogarian trader – a nasty piece of work.”

“And just how would you guarantee her safety?”

“I’d follow her down and make sure she was protected.”

“You!  You couldn’t protect yourself topside from a drunken Martian.  Nah, I can tell you right now she’d never do it.  Marla likes money, but she’s no fool.  No, you need someone with some tunnel savvy.”

“And I bet you know someone like that.”

“Of course, I do.  Me.”

“You.  Really.  And just how long were you in prison, Mr. Martin?”

“Six months.  Listen, for your information, Sweetie, I happen to know a Rogarian trader who fits your description.  He’d talk to me.  I could get him to come out no sweat.”

I’d ruffled her feathers by calling her Sweetie.  I loved playing this broad.

“And why would he follow you out?” she asked.

I grinned and sat back.  “Because I owe him money.”Image


Author Interview: Matt Weaver

Published March 14, 2013 by jnaomiay

Today, I am home in the shadow of the great and powerful Amazon tower.  Smokey and I are at Starbucks where I am blissfully sipping my decaf grande sugar-free caramel soy latte, double cupped and with one of those sleeve thingys.  Smokey is on watchful guard for any drones that might hover above my head and shoot me, or other dogs that might threaten his territory.  I am perusing the world wide web on my iPad which is connect to Starbucks free wifi.  While I listen to Starbuck’s delightful free music, I wonder why they don’t offer free ebook selections as well.  Perhaps, I have just hit on a brilliant idea.  I will ponder how I might pass through the fortress like gates of Starbucks corporate offices to suggest this to them while I finish my coffee.  Smokey has just started barking.  I search the skies but thankfully, no drones are visibly present.  However, Matt Weaver is approaching to talk about his book, The Lightness of Dust.

Naomi:  Let’s start with just a brief synopsis of your book.  In 20 words or less, tell me what it is about.

Matt: The Lightness of Dust follows one young woman’s search for belonging through ancient Anatolia, 1940 Seattle, and modern-day California.

Naomi:  Well!  This is indeed interesting as I am quite familiar with 1940 Seattle even though I didn’t appear until mid 1960’s Seattle.  Actually, since this interview is based on fantasy, let’s say I didn’t appear until mid 1970’s Seattle. 

Matt:  Okay.  Whatever you want, Naomi.

Naomi:  Good.  You are an agreeable fellow, Matt.  Now, tell me, who is your favorite character and why?

Matt: Since I can pick only one character, I would have to go with Lily Ostendorf.  She is more alone than anyone but Sam (another character) can understand—and even he doesn’t realize this until years have passed.  Her nature, not just who she is but what, is such that a sense of belonging can only be fleeting.  She knows this, yet still seeks for that feeling.  I think that anyone who has ever fought a hopeless battle can identify with her in some way.

Naomi:  So, you are saying that Lily is alone except for Sam, which would not make her actually alone, but if she didn’t acknowledge Sam, she would be alone but not really, as he’s doesn’t realize he’s being ignored.  Do you by chance work alone?  That might be a good thing if you did.  If Lily called you up tomorrow and said, “Hey, let’s go do something.”  What and where would you go with them?

Matt:  I would love to walk the streets of Seattle and listen to her stories of the buildings and people she encountered in 1940.

Naomi:  Did Lily ever hang around First Ave?  I don’t mean to imply that she was the type to hang around First Ave in 1940 because we all know what that type of person that was, but just in case she needed to hock something, half my family owned pawnshops on that street.  I’m curious if she has ever spoken of any of them.

Matt:  Probably not.

Naomi:  You’re right.  Fantasy people generally don’t need to pawn things for quick cash, although that might make an interesting premise.  Now, I’ve had two brilliant ideas, all in one morning.  I must be on a roll.  Back to you though, what’s the hardest part about writing your book?

Matt:  The hardest part comes during the writing of the first draft—putting a period at the end of a sentence, knowing that the sentence is just not right, and hitting the space bar to begin the next sentence.  I know I’ll be back to fix it when the draft is complete and that the draft will never be finished if I get hung up on every rough sentence, but it still nags at me.

Naomi:  Don’t get me started on punctuation.  Last week, I interviewed a guy who didn’t realize that the space bar produces those white blanks.  He thought they appeared magically.  It must be your high level of education that allows you to conceptualize better than him.  What’s the easiest part about writing your book?

Matt: Knowing what motivates the characters.  Each of them springs from a piece of me. I suppose you might say that each of my primary characters is one of my own demons.

Naomi:  Okay.  I’m not going to touch that one.  If you had to pick one object to represent your story and one color to paint it in, what would it be and why?

Matt: A violin-colored violin!  Stringed instruments are my absolute favorites; the sounds that talented musicians can coax from violins, cellos, and violas can be pure joy or mournful desolation.  Lily Ostendorf is a goddess of the violin, and the story of Lily and Sam played like a symphony in my head while I wrote it.

Naomi:  I have never heard anything described as violin colored.  Is all your writing as imaginative as that?  Do you do anything else besides write and if so what is it?

Matt:  I am a formulations chemist in an agriculture-related industry and the managing member of Luna Risen LLC.

Naomi:  So when you write up a lab report, do you describe the contents of your water filled test tube as water colored?  What’s the ugliest thing in your closet?

Matt:  I dress plainly, so nothing in my closet is particularly ugly or stylish.  Maybe the t-shirts I’ve had for 10+ years?  They’re pretty threadbare at this point, but soooo comfortable!

Naomi:  You dress plainly in plain colored clothes?  Sorry, but you stepped right into that one.  What’s in the bottom of your purse, backpack, attaché or whatever you carry?

Matt:  If I can’t fit it in a pocket, it stays home!  So just my cellphone, wallet, and keys.

Naomi: You don’t carry around a microscopic or lab goggles with you everywhere?  I’m disappointed.  Name one character in your book that reminds you of a real person and tell us who it is and how they are similar.

Matt: Professor Jake Morgan reminds me of myself.  He published papers in some of the same journals that I published in and has some of the same mannerisms.  He basically is me, but with some negatives thrown in.

Naomi:  Imagine that, negatives in such a likeable character as you.  No, Smokey.  Don’t chew on the nice man’s leg.  What’s your favorite game?  Would your favorite character play it and be any good at it?

Matt: My family loves to play Ten Thousand, and I like to believe that Lily would, as well.  She’s great at anything that she can emotionally distance herself from.

Naomi:  Ah, that ALONE thing again.  Did you ever wonder if you were a little crazy for writing fantasy fiction?

Matt:  No, though I think I might GO crazy if I couldn’t write to get the stories to stop whispering at me.

Naomi:  Have you tried Xanax?  Did your friends ever wonder the same thing?

Matt:  The do wonder if I’m crazy sometimes, but it’s not because I write!

Naomi:  Of couse not.  Well, since the skies are still drone free at this time, Smokey and I are going to resume our walk back to our humble abobe.  While we are doing that, you can find out more about Matt and his books at the following links:

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