I’m excited to have Lisa Fender in the hot seat
today. Lisa and I met several years ago
and when she discovered I was an author she asked if we could have coffee. Turns out she had the dream. She wanted to know if I would look at
something she’d written. There were
issues with the mechanics (like I still goof on, especially in first drafts),
but I saw a lot of potential in her story idea and encouraged her to keep going
and work on the techniques. She did! And
I’m delighted that tomorrow I will be attending the book launch party for Fable, the first book in a series she
and her sister, Toni Burns teamed up to write.
Turns out, Toni had the dream too!
Is
there anything surprising you’ve learned about the publishing industry that
you’d like to share with us?
Oh, where to start. I think the most important
lesson is you don't have to go through a publisher to get your book out for
sale. You can launch your book on your own, but if you want to do it right,
it's not cheap. Why I decided to self-publish is because for one, I didn't have
to wait possibly years to get it published, and two, you have to do all the
marketing yourself anyway, why pay someone just to have their name on the book.
You don't make much money as it is, why give even more of it to a small time
publisher, or even a middle of the road one.
The chances of a first time author getting a
contract with one of the big names is slim to none, and they pick your title
and cover. We did that all by ourselves, and I think it turned out pretty good.
It's a wonderful and fun story. There's action, intrigue, a quest, and
even a love story. What more could you want?!
What
is the naughtiest thing you ever did...that you got caught?
When I was in
my teens, (I think 17) I got caught with my boyfriend up at the lake by our
house, doing it off the path. A man walked by and heard us and stopped to call
out who's there. I've never gotten my jeans buttoned so fast in my life!
Ah...the 70's. Sex, drugs and rock and roll!
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Fable
by Lisa Fender & Toni Burns
Blurb:
Stevie Barrett lives an ordinary life in Golden, Colorado, where nothing remarkable ever happens. That is until right before her high school graduation, when Stevie’s life takes a bizarre turn. Her best friends, Jack and Alyssa, want to be supportive, but are confused by the events plaguing Stevie.
Stevie’s mom is attacked by men with glowing gold
eyes. A strange being spies on Stevie, hidden in shadow. She has waking visions
of a people called the Djen and their archaic world. And when her and her BFFs
don’t think it can get any weirder, Stevie heals a stranger with a touch. The
abilities build until they are a tidal wave awakening within her and threaten
her sense of reality.
Her efforts to understand what is happening
lead her and her friends to discover a group known as the Rebellion. These
warriors from another dimension are hunting her. Their leader is a man bent on
destroying Stevie and possessing her legacy. In order to stop him and save
everyone she loves, Stevie and her friends must embark on a quest to find and
return Tecton, one of the five Orbs—relics—of the other plane she comes to know
as Djenrye. The journey will alter everything she believes, propelling her into
another world and another life.
Excerpt:
At the sound of Tonka barking, she wrenched the
faucet handle hard enough for metal to screech on metal. “What—really, Mom?
Tonka’s still outside?”
When no response came, Stevie poked her head out the
bathroom door. “Mom?”
Wait a sec… The lights are off. Mom’s
not home?
She went down the hall, opened her mother’s bedroom
door, and turned on the light. It was empty. A quick walk to the window to
glance at the driveway revealed the vacant space where her mom’s SUV should be
parked. I can’t believe I was so mad I didn’t notice.
She walked out of the room and absently flicked off
the light. Her yellow lab was still outside and her mother nowhere to be found.
The darkness of the house closed in around her.
Creeping back down the hall, she peered in her room,
and was relieved at the lack of movement and unfamiliar shapes. She tiptoed to
the top of the stairs and looked down to blackness.
Tonka’s barking stopped. Stevie strained to hear
anything, but all was still. An uneasy feeling washed over her.
Spring nights usually brought the sounds of
crickets, birds, and an occasional coyote howl, but never silence. In fact, the
normal cacophony of nature’s music frightened her “down the hill” friends the
first time they stayed overnight. Comfortable in the symphony nature freely
provided, Stevie would tease them about being “city kids”.
But this quiet was complete. It created its own
strange vibration. There is stillness, and then there is deathly silence. This
felt like the second. Compounded by Tonka’s sudden calm, the void was a weight
pushing down on her. Stevie had never been claustrophobic, but a sense of being
entombed and exposed at the same time unnerved her.
Quietly, she moved down the stairs, avoiding the
middle one that creaked, afraid to bring noise into the void. At the landing,
she turned right, in the direction of the kitchen. She passed the grandfather
clock with its steady, rhythmic ticking, and glanced at the time.
Ten o’clock.
Where are you, Mom?
Entering the kitchen, Stevie kept as close to the
walls as possible, attempting to blend her five-foot-seven-inch frame in with
the shadows. Through the open blinds of the sliding glass door, a full moon
cast weak light across the floor. Beyond the glass, Tonka’s shape could be seen
in the backyard.
Stevie inched across the pine floor. Again, careful
to avoid the creaky joints, she positioned herself in such a way that only her
head would be visible to the outside.
The yellow lab stood at the base of the nearest
cottonwood, front paws clawing at the trunk, attention completely focused on
the branches above. Tonka appeared to be attempting to climb the tree.
A mountain lion? That would account for
the silence, at least.
Living in the foothills, it was not uncommon for
wildlife sightings, even bears or pumas. Stevie searched her memory, but
couldn’t remember when the last sighting had been broadcast. She leaned into
the glass; hands cupped on either side of her face, and squinted into the
night.
A tall figure stood on a thick branch, silhouetted by the moonlight. The way
that it balanced on the tree, the easy athletic posture and height—it could
only be a man. Tonka resumed her barking and the distraction drew her eyes
downward. The lab’s normally yellow fur glowed green. Straining to make out the
source of the strange light, she looked again at the man-shape. A gasp escaped
her lips and she jumped back.
What the hell?
