1. So, what’s your book all about?
When a tragic twist of fate leads renowned sculptor, Allison Weathers, to the small mountain town of Dawson Mills, Tennessee, she soon learns that the dead don’t always stay silent. There’s a sinister history in the rambling, old Victorian farmhouse she’s purchased, one that ties to a muddled piece of her own past. Long-buried secrets are about to show the ugly truth . . .
2. What inspired you to write this tale?
I’ve always thought there’s more around us than what we can garner with our typical five senses, and I’m a big believer of another existence beyond the life we’re living now. The endless possibilities of that truly fascinate me. I suppose that’s how I found my way to LOST GIRL. Or maybe she found her way to me.
3. Do you have a favorite quote about creativity/inspiration etc…? What is it?
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” -~ Anton Chekhov
4. What things do you keep in your “writing space”? Do they inspire you? Confound you? Hold wires in place?
Hold wires in place . . . Hmm. I moved out of the basement (aka the dungeon) quite a while back. So—no more wires. Nowadays it’s a mix of mementos from my days in the music business: framed, signed photos from musical artists, a framed, platinum album dedication, and other goodies. Those days were great fun!
Then there’s the typical writer’s stash of bookshelves stacked with books and more books, and then some more books, along with an assortment of ceramic and clay gnomes and other odd little creatures you’d expect to find in an enchanted wood. This little guy looks down over my shoulder from one of the bookshelves behind me. His name is Merlin.
Oh—I almost forgot. In a frame on my desk, there’s a wrapper and the strip of paper with red printing that came with a Chinese fortune cookie. Words to live by: “You are soon going to change your present line of work.” I took that as a good sign for the writing part of my life. But I got the cookie just before Christmas of 2010, so I keep wondering about the definition of “soon.”
You notice I’m prattling about my space. That’s because I’m so happy that I’ve finally managed to get the heck out of the dungeon.
Only inspiration in my space. Anything else gets a boot in the ass, straight down the stairs.
5. What is your perfect “writing space”?
See above – Hanging with Merlin and the Muses.
6. If your car horn could play any song, which would it be? Can’t say Dixie.
Lost, by David Scott. David, my hubby, wrote the song years ago, but we finally got around to copyrighting in 2011. Don’t know what it would sound like on a car horn, but a clip of it worked great with my book trailer for LOST GIRL: http://youtu.be/mw5X2yuBFus
7. What would you name the first permanent settlement on mars?
Sans Politicians ~ an Unincorporated Township
8. How tall is the perfect sidekick? Please explain why it even matters.
Definitely over six feet. I’m just 5’4’ and I’ve always wondered how the air is up there.
9. If you were to mess with the time stream, what would you change? Let’s assume a hundred other people already took care of Hitler so you don’t have to say, “Kill Hitler.”
Hmm . . . That’s a tough one. Because all roads lead to here. First, I think I’d have to skip ahead a few centuries, see what’s happening there before I could decide what part of the past to change (if any). Ambiguous, I know. But, for now, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Notice the “for now” in that last sentence? LOST TIME, my third book in the Lost Trilogy, latches onto the time stream in a big way and deals with it from a psychic’s perspective. Major woo-woo trail, there. Fun times!
10. Let’s say your character has a pet brown bear. What’s the bear’s name?
Petie (as in peetee). That’s the name of my main character’s Chihuahua in LOST SOULS, my second book in the Lost Trilogy. Seems like it would work for a bear, too.
11. If you had to give an antagonist an annoying trait, what would it be?
Chain smoking—lighting the next smoke with the butt of the previous, and then dropping the butt wherever, leaving it to smolder and stink up the atmosphere.
12. What kind of car would your ultimate protagonist drive?
A 1955 Ford Thunderbird convertible. Soft, canary yellow exterior with all the chrome trimmings, cream colored leather interior. Now that’s a car!
13. You’ve got a year to travel anywhere. Where?
Ireland—always wanted to go there. Then I’d like to tour the European countryside, ramble through the old castles.
14. You just bought a boat with your book fortune. What are you going to call it?
15. What kind of music, if any, gets you typing the fastest?
Depends on the scene I’m writing. Sometimes my mind likes to meander along with a New Age instrumental, and sometimes I like a spacey rock, or a good hard rock. Then there’s that saying I believe applies to all writers: “Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.”
16. What’s the punch line to your favorite joke?
Two thumbs up and a finger.
Don’t ask . . .
17. What lyric do you sing poorly, yet loudly?
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For (U2). I have a decent voice, but, for some reason, I always get froggie when I try to belt this one out. Doesn’t stop me, though.
18. You find a portal to another world in your sink’s drain. What is this other world called? And what is the best way to clean the portal so it doesn’t smell like old food?
Sludgeville. I’m thinking this is a place where the bad boys of the dead crept off to hide from those who have the gift (or curse) of being able to see them. A good gust of fresh air and a strong shot of sunlight will probably blast them to wherever they need to go, and get them the hell out of bowels of the sink!
19. Where can people learn more about you, your work or any pets you have?
A few places. My website: www.AnneFrancisScott.com.
My blog: www.AnneFrancisScott.blogspot.com. I’m still adding pages to the blog. You can also link to the blog from my website.
My author page at Amazon.
Other places you can find me drifting through the intergalactic bit buckets:
Goodreads *Just joined the author program here, so this is a work in progress.
Shelfari *Another new sign-on for me.
The Little Blue Birdie, Twitter
20. What’s next?
Writing and more writing.
LOST SOULS, book two of the Lost Trilogy. Here’s a peek:
After reeling from the backlash of a decades-old murder, the residents of Dawson Mills believe the worst is behind them.
But the nightmare isn’t over.
As commercial development north of town gets underway, remnants of past lives are reduced to smoldering piles of rotted and paint-chipped wood. And the dead begin to stir.
There’s something in the woods. An ancient, unseen thing that steals the light and turns the air to ice.
An evil no one may be able to stop . . .
Then there’s Jenna Wyatt, the main character in my final book of the Lost Trilogy, who keeps whispering in my ear that once she’s left LOST TIME behind her, she really, really, wants to step over the line into a dark urban fantasy. Jenna will have aged a bit by then, but now, in LOST GIRL, she’s young, just sixteen. You know teenagers—they can change their mind in a blink. So we’ll see . . .