Julie Hayes Interview
Thanks Julie! It’s always fun to stop by and shoot the breeze over a couple of… what are these, anyway?
1) You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
Doctor Who. Any of the Doctors would do, but I’m fondest of Tom Baker. Luckily, he comes with a TARDIS, which would be my item. With the Doctor and a TARDIS I could either escape the island or run off and have lots of great adventures. Win-win!
2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
Man of La Mancha. I’m Cervantes. He understood that dreamers, artists, and idealists are often ridiculed by others. It’s sad, but people suffer from being considered weird or undesirable when all they are is different from what other people want them to be. I’ve been different most of my life, always compared to other people I was told were better than me. Never good enough. It leaves a mark. Cervantes wrote a book about that mark, and this play explores its themes quite well.
3) Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them: publicity, sofa , bench
“It’s just a publicity photo.”
That was easy for Jenn to say. She was the one holding a camera. I was standing in his birthday best. “But look at the specs! He wants me naked! Are you sure it doesn’t say he wants me posing outside on a park bench?”
“The sofa will do.” Jenn checked her lighting meter. “And show me that tush.”
I eyed the overstuffed faux fur sectional, pondering the odds of my genitals being stabbed by an errant nacho. Right now I hated Berthold Lorenz, modeling agent to the stars.
4) You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
I’m nothing if not consistent. Thor! Chris Hemsworth version, please. But only as Thor. He’s hot in other things… but I would totally do Thor. My husband will understand. He has permission to do his secret fantasy girl if he ever meets her.
5) W hat is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
On a cruise ship, in bed and doing wicked, lovely things to each other. But if we can’t get on a ship, the next best is to simply have a great meal, snuggle up on the couch, and watch some movie or series we both enjoy. And they we get to do wicked, lovely things to each other.
6) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
7) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Eden Sher, who plays Sue in The Middle on ABC. Great show and, well, Sue is me. Gullible, klutzy, considered hopelessly weird by her family and others. But she’s a perpetual optimist and always has a smile. If Eden Sher can play Sue, she can play me.
8) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I dislike horror movies and shows with a passion, though I make a handful of exceptions thanks to my husband, so… Chuckie. I mean, he’s a doll, a child’s toy. There’s something macabre and kind of ridiculous about a bloodthirsty doll that looks like a kid.
9) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Ben Franklin. He’s my one true historical crush. I have permission to do him, but only the real Ben, which would necessitate time travel. But he was warm, witty, a man of profound ideas and intelligence who genuinely adored women… and I think he would be fun in bed.
10) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Yes. But I lived that one already. If I told it, no one would believe it. Worse, they’d rake me over the coals for being the most idiotic and trusting Too Stupid To Live heroine who ever made her way onto the printed page.
Oh, and I should mention I have a new story coming up in the Devil’s Night anthology being released by Storm Moon Press on October 19th. [HERE’S the link.] It can be pre-ordered until the 19th. My story is about a young man in La Paz seeking revenge. Unfortunately for him, he enlists the help of an Andean sorcerer who is an ancient serpent shifter determined to break a centuries old curse. That can only lead to no good.
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Storm Moon Press: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Devils-Night.aspx
Tali Spencer for Devil’s Night
Tali Spencer is fascinated by swords, mythology, and everything ancient and magical. Several years ago, after sipping fermented corn liquor with an Aymara shaman in the Andes, she received a charm guaranteed to bring her the love of a wonderful man. It worked. She and her true love reside in Pennsylvania, where she creates alternate worlds through which her characters can roam, brawl, and find themselves in each other’s arms.
Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and lived in more than a dozen U.S. states. Her vagabond youth lives on in a tendency to travel whenever she can. She’s not afraid of planes, horses, trains, or camels. Her preference is for ships, however, and few things clear her mind like a week or two at sea. On land, her favorite destinations are castles, museums, and archeological sites. When not writing, she reads, experiments with food, or takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle.
The infernal host is on the prowl. They want your soul, and they're not afraid to bargain for it. They'll promise you everything you could ever desire, but the price tag may be steeper than you can handle. Whether tempting and seducing mortals, defiling angels, or reveling among themselves, these fiendish creatures know that while good is okay, evil is just more fun.
Two stone steps flanked by tables of packaged, prefabricated charms led to the narrow hole-in-the-wall that constituted a store. Every spare millimeter of space was packed with arcane objects. Fully furred llama fetuses with huge, black eyes and grimacing teeth hung from a pole over the doorway, while more of the same—mummified and without fur—lay piled in baskets. The dried husks of armadillos, toads, and starfish held sway among racks of cheap beads, brass bells, and trays of colored powders. Beltran hoped the powders were herbs, but at least one looked like dried blood, and he knew the others could be anything from antlers to hooves, teeth, or bones.
But what caught his eye next, and took away his already scanty breath, was the man sitting on a stool just inside the doorway. Black hair, straight and shining, framed a brown face with strong features and high cheekbones. The heavy mane cascaded behind broad shoulders and a red poncho of alpaca wool. As the man rose to his feet, Beltran saw that he was taller than most native men, with a wiry, powerful frame. The shopkeeper’s eyes commanded him most of all: deep and black, they locked onto his with a hunger so fierce, the compulsion in them made him quiver.
Holy Mother of God, Beltran thought, forcing himself to breathe normally. Marisol never told me her shaman would be gorgeous!
Thanks for stopping by, Tali, it's been fun! Stop by any time!
Until next time, take care!