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Summer on EarthTitle: SUMMER ON EARTH
Author: Peter Thompson
Publisher: Persnickety Press
Pages: 293
Genre: Sci-fi / Middle Grade


The night that eleven-year-old Grady Johnson looked out his window and wished upon a shooting star, his life changed forever.

Grady, his Ma, and younger sister Luanne are having a hard summer. Dad has died and the family isn’t the same. Though Ma is trying her best, Grady knows they don’t have enough money to get by.

The shooting star he saw was a space craft plunging to Earth, and landing at the back of their farm. Extraterrestrial engineer Ralwil Turth has one goal, to fix his power drive and go back home. But things don’t go as planned. Stuck in human form, he gets to know Grady and his family as he works on their farm. He starts to learn about what it means to be human, and the exotic charms of this planet like the taste of potatoes, and how amazing bugs are.

Ralwil grows to care for Grady and his family. On a trip to town, he realizes that money is what matters to humans, and is the cause of the family’s trouble. That night, he uses his technology to combine a twenty-dollar bill with an oak twig. Over the next week this grows to a towering tree, every leaf a twenty-dollar bill. This, Ralwil is sure, will solve all the family’s problems.

But the family’s wealth raises suspicion in this small town, and this soon leads to more trouble. With the family’s fate, and Ralwil’s life, on the line, Grady has to find the courage to help his family and save his friend.

Summer on Earth blends humor, adventure and poignancy to create an unforgettable story about finding home.


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Chapter One

Ralwil Turth

Intergalactic Year 465009.2053

To anyone watching the Midwestern night sky, it looked like a meteor that arced across the sky in a flash of bright light, then disappeared as it fell to earth. But inside the pod, Ralwil Turth was gripped with fear as he tried to control the path of his ship. He had been on his way home from a routine mining expedition on the outskirts of the Andromeda system, when the lights on his control board flashed in the urgent warning pattern. This signaled a breakdown of his primary power plant. His major energy source was draining fast. Without hesitation he switched to the spare power source.

The spare would not take him far. He had to find a place to bring his craft down to make the repair, and he didn’t have any time to waste. Ralwil’s body shook as he brought his universal map up on the view-screen. He was on the far side of the charted universe, light-years away from any known civilization. The information about this sector was old, but it showed that the third planet out in the nearest solar system was water-based and had an atmosphere rich in oxygen. It was the kind of place capable of supporting life, though according to the maps, there was no record of intelligent life in this quadrant. With no time to spare, he made the decision and aimed for the planet.

He cut the engine back and slowed down as he approached. His pod shuddered when he hit the atmosphere. The friction was intense, and the heat sensors flashed a warning. His styrpump beat madly against his chest and his brain felt as if it was going to explode. The pod’s shields were designed to withstand tremendous heat, so if the systems worked properly he would be protected. But he had never had to test the systems. He hoped they worked better than the power source. The pod shook and screeched as if the ship was about to rip apart.

Ralwil tried to ignore his fear as he went through the emergency procedures. The vibrations increased and his whole body trembled. It felt as if his skelfones were going to shake right out of his body. He had never been this frightened before. It was hard to think, but he had to maintain control. He flipped on his personal force field. A cushion of cool air surrounded him and suddenly he was still again. He held his breath as he checked his view screen and searched for a safe place to land.

The image of the planet came up. He was above a large land mass. Scattered over the land were pockets of light, some small, others spread out in big clusters. Light meant energy, and concentrations like this didn’t appear naturally. These lights were almost surely cities of some kind.

More bad luck! The planet had intelligent life forms after all!

This complicated his plan. Now he would have to work around the occupants without interfering with them in any way—if he survived.

Ralwil had to somehow coax his crippled machine down to a safe landing. He concentrated on the screen in front of him, steering toward the center of the land mass. It would not do to come down in the middle of one of their cities. The smart thing would be to land on the outskirts, somewhere where he could get his bearings and find the materials he needed without causing any alarm. He steered away from the main concentration of lights to a dark area between two small clusters. Moving fast, he dropped closer to the ground.

As he neared land, he shifted the image on the view screen to show the area in heat-sensitive infrared. At night, the heat map picked up surface features and life forms better than a visual map. The area was flat and appeared to be covered with plant life. A narrow strip cut through, winding around in a series of smooth curves. The temperature there was much cooler than in the surrounding area. It had to be water. Suddenly a new alarm went off and the screen flashed a warning. The power was almost drained. He cursed the makers of spare power supplies as he dipped his pod down closer to the ground. He set the controls for an automatic landing near the water, held his breath, and prepared to touch down.

He expected to glide in for a soft landing, but without warning his power supply gave way completely. The pod dropped like a stone and bounced once before stopping.

He felt a big bump, and then a shudder as his ship came to a rest.

His styrpump pounding, he took in a deep breath and tried to focus. He had survived! Ralwil slowly let his breath out and silently gave thanks.

The pod lights were dim and the only sound was the hum of the ventilation system. The power plant was out so he couldn’t take off in his pod. His systems still worked off the reserve battery, but this would not last long. He would need to conserve his supply.

From now on, the ship’s power could only be used for emergencies.

Ralwil picked up his onmibelt and made sure it was fully operational. His life depended on this thin belt. It held an assortment of tools and instruments. With this belt, and a little luck, he had a chance to survive on this alien planet. No, he thought, make that a lot of luck.

Before opening the pod’s hatch, he took a reading of the outside air. It was a mixture of oxygen, nitrogen and more than a touch of methane. Not exactly what he was used to at home, but still breathable without additional gear. He pushed a button and the pod doors slid open.

Stepping out, he heard a sharp metallic chirping sound, mixed with a deeper bass. His first thought was that he was near some kind of strange machine. He touched a button on his omnibelt and a holographic image appeared in front of him, showing the source of the noise. The chirping came from thousands of little six-legged, winged creatures spread across the field, all rubbing their legs together. The deeper sounds were from two small cold-blooded creatures on opposite sides of the water’s edge. He doubted that either of these species had the brain capacity to be intelligent, but their exotic nature was a marvel.

He touched another button as he shut the pod doors, and the pod disappeared from view. The invisi-shield would drain the batteries more than he would like, but it was a valuable protection from nosy natives. If a creature happened by and saw the ship, it would lead to problems. It was better not to be seen.

Ralwil sniffed the air around him. Its chemical makeup was safe to breathe, but the smell was atrocious. He wondered how these creatures could tolerate this noxious air, but he had no choice. If he didn’t get out and explore, he would never be able to fix his power source and go home.

He walked up a small incline and was immediately in a field of tall leafy vegetation. Each plant was spaced evenly apart. On his native planet, Ralwil was considered unnaturally tall. At nearly three fornos, he towered over all the brothers in his swarm. But these plants were taller. He tried to look through them, but all he saw were more plants. Even the stars above were hidden by the leaves.

The chirping sound of the tiny winged creatures was so loud here it was hard to think. He kept on walking. The vegetation was everywhere. The leaves above him formed a canopy, cutting off the moonlight. He could hardly see in front of him. The leaves scraped against his outer membrane and gave him a creepy ticklish sensation. His styrpump beat faster. He was afraid he would panic if he did not get out in the open soon. No—he had a mission to accomplish. He must not panic. He fumbled at his belt, found his sensomap and took a reading. From its holographic sensor, he saw that there was an opening to the field off to the right. With relief, he turned and headed toward it.

As he got closer, his sensomap showed a hot spot—something large and slow moving, just past the edge of the field. It was obviously a life form, and it was clearly large enough to be intelligent. He could not show himself in his present form without causing all sorts of problems. He switched the setting on his belt to rough duplication mode. The instrument could send a wave of energy over the being, then re-form the wearer’s molecular structure into a rough copy. Back home the tool was good for nothing much except practical jokes, but on expeditions it often came in handy. If he transformed himself into something like this native creature, it might be possible to get in close enough to do a synch-link.

He turned the duplicator on as he stepped out of the field. He felt a ticklish sensation as his molecules rearranged in the pattern of the being before him. It was a large quadrapodal creature with a long face and a huge swollen stomach. Its skin was thick, and, though light colored, there were big splotches of dark pigment throughout. It stood behind a barrier of some kind and stared at him with dull brown eyes.

Ralwil attempted a synch-link, but as he synched in with the creature’s brain, all he could think about was how hungry he was, and how tasty the ground-covering vegetation looked. He swatted at a small flying creature with his tail, and stepped back before the synch could progress any farther. He shivered. This creature was surely not intelligent. In fact it appeared to be as dumb as wyr-tack. He reversed the duplicator and returned to his normal appearance. The creature vocalized with a loud mooing sound, then bent down to eat the vegetation on the ground.

Ralwil walked away from the creature and continued his exploration. His fear began to fade. He felt calmer now, and almost excited about the adventure. The temperature was comfortable, the heat and humidity ratio nearly perfect. This was very pleasant. In a way, it reminded him of the equatorial regions on his home planet. The quality of light from the moon above was pleasing, and the stars shone brightly with a set of constellations he had never seen before. Even the noxious smell he had noticed before didn’t seem so bad now. He couldn’t believe he had adjusted to it so quickly. The life forms were exotic here too. Under different circumstances he would consider it interesting to spend some time here.

He came to a large structure made of organic material connected together in overlapping strips. The structure was easily twelve times as wide as his space pod, and twice as tall as it was wide. The two sides of its roof came together in a sharp peak.

Ralwil recognized this as a primitive way of dealing with rain water. With more efficient materials such architecture was not necessary, but it looked functional. Two large openings on the front came together to form an entrance. He walked over and looked up at the lock. It was a finely tooled metallic latch. The design was simple, but the detail required fine motor movement, or at least some kind of digital manipulation. This meant the creatures who built this must have hands. Based on the height of the lock, they walked upright, so most likely they were bipodal life forms, not so different from him, though obviously much larger.

He continued exploring and soon found more evidence of the native creatures. This was another structure, slightly smaller than the first but more ornate, with finer detail in the organic material, and openings covered with a transparent substance where the creatures could look out. This might be their living quarters, Ralwil thought. If so, he must be very careful that no one saw him. He skirted around the edge of the structure and checked his heat sensor. It picked up four heat sources that appeared to be living creatures. Two of them were on higher levels of the structure, one near its peak, another near its midpoint. The last two were down at the structure’s base, around the corner from where he stood. Of the two on the bottom, one was the largest, the other the smallest of the four.

Being so close was dangerous. The smart thing to do would be to back off and find a way to observe these creatures from a distance. Before approaching any unknown creatures, it was important to learn their habits and social functions, find out how they lived so he could determine if they were dangerous or not. Still, he had an overwhelming desire to get in close and see what these creatures looked like. What was the harm in that?

All he had to do was move in for a quick peek.

Ralwil kept close to the side of the structure and moved slowly around the corner, wondering what he would find next.

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Ted GroschTed Grosch is an American science fiction the author of the novel Quantum Level Zero and other published short stories. Ted has a Ph.D. and teaches electrical engineering. He has published over 25 works of fiction and non-fiction. He lives in Georgia where he works with wood and trains dogs.

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About the Book:

Winston Churchill stated that history is written by the victors. Germany terrorized Britain’s civilian population with V1 and V2 rockets. The Nazi historians would have a legitimate rational for that had they won the war. Quantum Quantum Level Zero 2Level Zero takes place in a dystopian society of the near future Earth, where fanatics are about to win the war on terror for the good for the people and the good of society.

Their leader, Matteen Al-Rama has outgrown his fanatical roots. Once an ambassador and secretary General of the United Nations, he now leads a fundamentalist revolution that uses cloud computing, holographic CGI recruitment rallies, computer worms, rootkits and Trojans, advanced communications, and cybernetic enhancements to spread apocalyptic chaos across the globe. If that weren’t enough, rumor of an alien race wanting to begin diplomatic relations with Earth threatens to solidify Al-Rama’s global stranglehold.

Quantum Level Zero follows three people at the pivot point in the war on terror, one who has knowledge, one who has great need, and one who has the courage to make a difference. Elijah Baraki is a scientist and former official of Al-Rama’s revolution. Eight years ago he lost his wife and three children in a suicide bombing meant to show the world that nobody leaves Al-Rama’s organization. Since that bombing, Eli has concentrated on research and radial technology with the intention to wage war on the revolutionaries. In a world where reasonable people become dissidents, Eli is joined by two-hundred other scientists, engineers and soldiers, all of whom have their own reasons to leave their former lives and battle the growing chaos.

Trevor Hadley sabotaged his own laboratory to prevent the authorities from confiscating his zero-point energy research. Now wanted as a terrorist, Trevor has been working on Eli’s secret project for the past few years as a lab assistant. Eli sends him to reconnoiter an Al-Rama outpost and is almost killed. He teams up with his brother, Eli’s former boss, and Sharon Murphy, a former army helicopter pilot also on the run, in a race to report back to Eli and join the fight to free Earth.

Forces of reason have the edge in the war, but will that remain the case if First Contact goes to the revolutionaries? Quantum Level Zero opens as the world awaits the arrival of Al-Rama’s latest ally, an advanced alien race offering anti-gravity, zero-point energy, and faster-than-light travel. Al-Rama won’t be satisfied with anything less than world domination. Eli won’t be satisfied with anything less than total destruction of Al-Rama’s empire.

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Would you call yourself a born writer?

Even though I’m compelled to write, I would not call myself a born writer. Writing is hard work. The English language is complicated. I would call myself a born storyteller and also love to read. I taught myself to read before I knew the alphabet by memorizing what words looked like. I asked my first grade teacher how to spell the letters the English letters a, b, c, and so on. She thought that was a silly notion. I felt so bad I didn’t tell her I knew how to spell the first few Greek letters, alpha, beta, gamma, delta, etc. There had to be a way to spell the English letters. I didn’t

What was your inspiration for Quantum Level Zero?

This novel started when my college roommate sent me a scene called Quantum Level Zero he had written in longhand. We had never talked about writing in college or in the 15 years since. In fact, we were both engineers and tended to discuss geeky stuff like Maxwell’s Equations and tensor metrics in Minkowski Space-Time. That’s how it all started. We wrote alternating chapters using his characters and my characters. I was pretty haphazard until he abandoned the work, gave me rights to the title, and I took on the job of finishing it.

I wanted to explore a new paradigm of world at war. Rather than battling with forces concentrated in armies and fleets, this new war paradigm is fought by swarms of fighters working alone under a loose central control as we are seeing with global terrorism. The terrorists use bombings, hijackings and recruiting strategies to wage war on individuals, not the opposing army and navy. My characters experience the breakdown of countries and economies. They have to come up with a new way of winning this war.

What themes do you like to explore in your writing?

I like to explore secrets. Whether it is a secret society or secrets between characters, secrets leads to lies and more secrets. The theme of my next novel is about how secrets beget more secrets and darker truths. When there is no transparency, we create an environment for deceitful people to hide other insidious and dangerous truths. The story is about an off-world operation the founders want to keep to themselves, but we find that there is much more hiding under the surface. Unscrupulous people get away with murder and more to keep the project from becoming public.

How long did it take you to complete the novel?

QLZ took about eight years to finish. When the collaboration with my friend broke down and I shelved the novel for a while. I kept coming back to the characters and the theme. I replaced everything my friend had written, got the rights to the novel, and finished the novel.

Are you disciplined? Describe a typical writing day.

I have to be disciplined. I get up early, make coffee, and start writing before anyone in the house gets up. I try to write at least 500 words every day. On weekends, I have a 1000-word goal and will turn to writing in the evening to get more done. I only work on one novel at a time. Right now, I have two in the works, but I’ll revise and rewrite each one from start to finish, then set it aside and work on the other one. I can’t wait to get one of them done because I have ideas and outlines for two more, but I won’t start on them until there others are finished.

What did you find most challenging about writing this book?

QLZ has three points of view that span the solar system. My characters interact at various places in the story, so I had a hard time making sure they could get from place to place in a reasonable amount of time. I had to get them from the Earth, to the Moon, to Jupiter, and back by using technology that would be realistic 50 years from now. In the first draft, I had events going on all over the place and no time for the characters to get from here to there. In the middle of the second draft, I had to rearrange the scenes and make a detailed schedule for the events and characters.

What do you love most about being an author?

I love writing. I would love it even more if I didn’t need to sell anything, but the only way to quit my day job is the start selling and create commercial fiction. I am looking forward to being my own boss, although that might be a myth from what I’ve heard about deadlines and speaking engagements from authors.

Did you go with a traditional publisher, small press, or did you self publish? What was the process like and are you happy with your decision?

I want to a small publisher. I don’t have an agent and very few large publishers accept unagented manuscripts. I sent queries to those SFFA approved publishers and waited. Three asked for the complete manuscript. My publisher, Double Dragon only opens for submission once a year. I sent the manuscript to them and they accepted right away.

Where can we find you on the web?

You can find my website and blog at www.tedgrosch.com. My twitter handle is @tedgrosch and I save photos of remodelling ideas and Australian shepherds on pinterest.

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2014 WINNER for the EPIC eBook award for Science Fiction!


Excerpt for Aquarius Rising: In the Tears of God, by Brian Burt

 We were born in the tears of God.

When the First Creator wept at the fate of His Creation, His tears fell like burning rain to melt the polar ice and swell the seas, the cradle of all life.  His grief swallowed the mighty human cities of the coast and gave them over to the realm of Mother Ocean.  Humanity, who did not aggrieve the Maker out of malice but out of ignorance, wished to atone for their sins against the Earth.  We are that atonement.  We are Humankind’s offering to the First Creator, the Maker of All.  The Great Father — a man, and nothing more — crafted his transforming virus and infected his own kind, so that we might be born as the children of Man and Mother Ocean.  Humanity became the Second Creator, Aquarius the Second Creation, and we the stewards of its bounty.

We owe much to Man, who is our father and our brother.  We must honor our debt to him.  But we must always remember this: he who has the power to Create also has the power to Destroy.

— Delphis, Third Pod Leader of Tillamook Reef Colony, from a speech to commemorate the Fiftieth Aquarian Birth Day



 Ocypode dove through the turquoise waters of Tillamook Reef toward the fringes of the celebration.  Revelers floated everywhere.  Strings of limpets, whelks, and periwinkles glittered around their necks, clicking when they moved.  Brightly colored pigments stained their skin of blue and gray and silver with pictograms symbolizing the history of Aquarius.  Ocypode ghosted through the crowd in silence.  His own flesh bore no ornaments.

Ocypode of Tillamook had no desire to draw attention to himself.

He slipped through the window of an ancient building, its barnacle-encrusted frame long devoid of panes, and hovered in the opening like a misshapen eye thrust into the socket of a skull.  Birth Day throngs made him want to flee toward open ocean.  He preferred to watch from the shadows.

The surface shimmered overhead as sunlight filtered down to paint the reef.  The drowned Human city had been reborn, bones of steel and concrete covered with a growth of corals. Fish darted between caves marked by crumbling doors and windows, danced across the reef like fragments of a shattered rainbow.  Waves soughed beneath the chatter of the crowd.  When he listened, Ocypode could almost grasp the secrets hidden in that ceaseless whisper.

Ocypode hated secrets.  They had ruled his life for far too long…but not today.


AquariusRising-510On an Earth ravaged by climate change, and a disastrous
attempt to reverse it, human-dolphin hybrids called Aquarians have built
thriving reef colonies among the drowned cities of the coast. Now their world
is under siege from an enemy above the waves whose invisible weapon leaves no
survivors. Ocypode of Tillamook is an Atavism: half-human and half-Aquarian,
marooned in the genetic limbo between species. Only he knows why the colonies
north and south of Tillamook Reef have been destroyed, literally turned to
stone. Ocypode knows that Tillamook will be targeted next, but sharing the
reason might prove as deadly to Aquarius as the Medusa plague itself.
Ocypode and his Aquarian and human comrades flee into the
open ocean to escape Medusa, until another Aquarian’s treachery leaves them at
the mercy of a killer storm. Ocypode must pass through the Electric Forest,
where he faces nightmarish creatures and a legendary sea witch who becomes an
ally. Finally, he must confront the cyber-ghost of the human he most despises:
Peter Cydon, the Great Father who bioengineered the mutagenic virus that gave
birth to the Aquarian species. These unlikely allies provide the only chance to
stop the Redeemers, rogue scientists who are determined to resurrect the land
by slaughtering the sea. Even these allies will not be enough, and Ocypode must
decide whom to trust with a secret as lethal as any plague.
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Brian Burt works as an information security engineer in West Michigan, where some of his most bizarre flights of fancy wind up in threat assessments.  He’s been blessed with a wife and three boys who tolerate his twisted imagination and even encourage it.  He enjoys reading, cycling, hiking, horseplay, red wine, and local micro-brews (so hopefully the virtues balance the vices, more or less).  At every opportunity, he uses his sons as an excuse to act like an overgrown kid (which is why his wife enjoys rum, school days, and migraine medication).

Brian has published more than twenty short stories in various markets, including print magazines, anthologies, and electronic publications.  He won the L. Ron Hubbard Gold Award in 1992 for his short story, “The Last Indian War,” which was anthologized in Writers of the Future Volume VIII.  His story “Phantom Pain” received an Honorable Mention in The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror, Tenth Annual Collection, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling.  He’s a card-carrying member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.  His debut novel,Aquarius Rising: In the Tears of God, won the 2014 EPIC eBook Award for Science Fiction. Book 2 of the Aquarius Rising trilogy, Blood Tide, is scheduled for release from Double Dragon Publishing in 2015.

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Amanda McNeil is an energetic, masters degree educated, 20-something happily living in an attic apartment in Boston with her shelter-adopted cat.  Her day job is a medical librarian, and her hobbies (besides writing and reading) include cooking, fitness, and exploring everything from museums to dive bars.  She writes horror, scifi, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy.  This is her first novel, although she has previously published short stories and a novella, Ecstatic Evil.

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What is normal?

Frieda has never felt normal. She feels every emotion too strongly and lashes out at herself in punishment. But one day when she stays home from work too depressed to get out of bed, a virus breaks out turning her neighbors into flesh-eating, brain-hungry zombies. As her survival instinct kicks in keeping her safe from the zombies, Frieda can’t help but wonder if she now counts as healthy and normal, or is she still abnormal compared to every other human being who is craving brains?

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Thanks for being my guest today, Amanda! Would you call yourself a born writer?

Absolutely.  I cannot remember a time when I wasn’t telling stories.  One of my earlier creative projects as a child involved writing, drawing, and binding my own story about a grasshopper at around the age of four.  I’ve been writing ever since.

What was your inspiration for Waiting For Daybreak?

I was walking home from the public transit stop in Boston during a Thanksgiving holiday.  Boston is one of those cities where almost everyone goes out of town for Thanksgiving, but I had to work.  The streets were deadly empty, and it was foggy.  It suddenly struck me that this was what a post-apocalyptic Boston would look like, and naturally I almost had myself convinced that zombies were going to come get me.  I had also just happened to be reading articles at work that day about fMRI imaging of the mentally ill demonstrating that their brains are made up differently.  That led me to wonder if that might make them immune to a zombie outbreak, and the rest just flowed from there.

What themes do you like to explore in your writing?

My writing always revolves around women.  Women trying to figure out their place in the world.  How to function and be a happy, whole human being in a world not necessarily designed for us.  I want to give readers the chance to see a woman’s perspective of events more typically described from a male perspective in scifi and horror.  I also am keen on exploring issues of ableism, classism, and sexism.  I hope that my writing will help people relate to and see things from groups traditionally underrepresented in genre fiction.

How long did it take you to complete the novel?

One and a half years.

Are you disciplined? Describe a typical writing day.

I am not a disciplined writer. At all. I wish I was more disciplined, but, as for all of us, life happens!  I can’t really explain a typical writing day, because that’s too narrow of a time-frame for me.  I’d say it’s more like I have a typical writing week.  I’ll squeeze it in on my lunch break at work and hopefully twenty minutes or so on work nights.  The bulk of my writing happens on weekends though.  I wake up, make a nice breakfast, then sit down with tea and write for a few hours in the late morning.

What did you find most challenging about writing this book?

There are a couple of scenes that were emotionally difficult for me to write, particularly toward the beginning of the book when Frieda is not in a particularly healthy or functional place.  Forcing myself to go to that dark place was far scarier than any zombies could ever be to me.  It led to me putting things off periodically, even though I knew this was a story I needed to tell.  Sometimes as a writer you just have to kick yourself in the pants and say, do it.

What do you love most about being an author?

Probably most of all when someone says that a character who is a strong, independent woman bugged them at first but they grew to love her.  That shows me that someone’s perspective changed from reading what I wrote, and that is what I value most as someone who loves books.  The ability of books to help us understand each other as human beings.

Did you go with a traditional publisher, small press, or did you self publish? What was the process like and are you happy with your decision?

I self-published!  I “practiced” the first time with a novella in July 2011.  I’m glad I did that, because it was a difficult process to learn.  Not intuitive at all!  Since that time, though, better software has come out for assembling your work into a book, so it was much easier this time around.  I am incredibly happy with being self-published.  Everything from the cover to the plot to the dialogue gets to be exactly the way I envisioned it as the artist.  I like how self-publishing and ereaders give the power to the people.  Letting the people choose what they want to read and not read and not have some editor somewhere standing there saying yes or no.  I follow other indie authors who I think are very talented who were turned down by publishing houses, and it shocks me that I never would have been able to read their work without the advent of ereaders.  Participating in this culture of independent art makes me incredibly happy.  Plus, it lets me write and publish at my own rate. Which we hope will speed up now, lol.

Where can we find you on the web?

I have a blog, twitter, and GoodReads.

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