Sunday, June 29, 2014

INTERVIEW: Capri S. Bard

Today we're talking to the lovely Capri S. Bard who actually went to school for a while in the town I grew up in. (I wonder if we were there at the same time? Did we pass each other in the city? Small world!)

Hello Capri and welcome to The Hat Party <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!

What important thing would you give up in order to continue writing?

If I had to choose between writing and Dr. Pepper I would pick writing but there would be much whining involved.

Be totally honest. How awesome would you be at leading a moon colony?

If I could pick my own crew then I’d rock at leading a moon colony.

What is your super-secret, wildest, most outlandish writing dream?

Okay, here it is. I would love to take a year writing in a little villa in Italy while writing the next great sci-fi film.

Tell us about a time you were changed.

Heavens! That list is too long to share here. I mean it could be the births of my five daughters, when my husband was diagnosed with cancer - twice, being in an F5 tornado or the day I accepted myself. But I will stick to the subject at hand. Writing my sci-fi changed me. There is much autobiography in that book. It was cathartic to write and is my proudest writing accomplishment thus far. I am a better person for having written ‘For One Nen’. But I have to say it has intimidated me a bit because ever after I will be comparing any of my writing to that novel, which has set my bar high.

Give a shout-out to another author who may, or may not, know how much you appreciate them.

I thought about this for a while until I stopped trying to think of someone’s particular writing that has greatly influenced me and just realized several writers themselves have influenced me, one being Mel Odom. I met Mel a few years ago at a writer’s conference and learned a great deal from his lectures. I saw him again at a writer’s conference in Oklahoma a couple of months ago and his support and encouragement was timely and much appreciated. He’s a family man and just an all-around great guy.

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

(This scene is made richer if you know that they are on a starship that is about to be hit by a deadly wave of particle radiation from a nova. Their ship’s shields have been compromised by the initial gamma ray burst. Death is probable.)

Tala moved as a dancer that knew each step and movement by heart. She closed the space between them but didn’t stop until she had pressed herself against her lover. Their kiss was heated by their passion, their love for each other, and their fear of what their future held. Each woman wanted to fill themselves with each other for as long as they could. Tala pulled away just enough for her lips to part from Deni’s.
Without opening her eyes Deni whispered, “I thought you needed a break.”
“Not from you,” Tala breathed into her ear. “Never from you.”

You’re writing along and you’re attacked by a horde of zombies…ON FIRE…how do you survive? Or do you become a zombie too?

This question made me laugh until I realized I was at a loss for answers. So, I asked my two oldest daughters, (Iona almost 15 and Isabel 13) if I would survive a zombie attack. Iona immediately said, “No.” Isabel said, “Only if you were attacked in the kitchen where the knives are.” She’s right. I do like knives. One of my main characters in my sci-fi wears a knife in her boot.

Do you have any special library memories?

I attended a school, (from k-7th grade) which had less than a hundred students. I can’t remember the school having a library. However I remember the baseball field in great detail. So I suppose it’s no surprise that my first memory of going to a ‘real’ library was when I was twelve. My Dad took me. He showed me how to use the card catalogue. I thought it was a brilliant system.

What was the trigger that made you first get really serious about publishing?

I had a little book that some friends knew about. When I moved several states away from my home state I thought if I made it available as an eBook then they could all read it. My partner and I decided to use Kindle Direct. Then people started asking, “When can I get one with your autograph?” That’s when we began to publish through Create Space. That was three years and several works ago. I’ve learned a great deal since then but I’ve remained with KDP and CS. After hearing Andrew E. Kaufman’s publishing story I believe I’ve made the right path as my career.

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?

This one is easy. With all the people and pets in my house already the best dachshund would have to be someone else’s pet. Where I could come over and play and cuddle with the cute little critter, and even spoil it rotten with treats and attention and then leave the hard work to the ‘real’ parent of the little guy.

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For One Nen (sci-fi/lesbian romance) is an epic science fiction novel set on a starship named ‘The Egress’ that has been traveling for many generations under threat of annihilation from a nova.

While the passengers come from many tribes their histories are intertwined. A group of students who represent each tribe uncover truths about their shared past, which differ from the approved texts. They discover ancient journals that had been smuggled aboard the ship in a storage crate, which had never been opened. Courageously they question long-standing beliefs they have been taught to revere. The knowledge they uncover will rewrite history.

Meanwhile the ship’s shields have been crippled by the recent nova’s gamma ray burst. If the starship’s technical crew is unable to repair them before the wave of particle radiation overtakes them all will be lost.

The students are aided in their quest by Tala, the lovely and rebellious librarian. Her lesbian partner Deni, the spunky knife-wielding gardener, as well as the wise and mysterious Maven Sharla join her. Their teacher Tanik, raises a violent band of zealots in a futile attempt to quell this blasphemous movement that is leading her students astray.

They learn how Atenilek the giant, gave his life For One Nen; his tiny friend, Tinnen.

Journals and video documentaries reveal how a group of colonists from Earth warned the inhabitants of the doomed planet Reen of the coming nova and built the Egress.

One hand-written journal reveals the final piece of the puzzle. It relays an ancient text about the strong and beautiful Hrilla, who saved her people from a tyrant. The story goes on to tell of her companion Fbathin who sacrificed her life rescuing the remaining children from the Emperor’s madness. With this new revelation the students right a tragic wrong. They restore honor to the true heroes, the tribe that had long been hated and oppressed.

As the ship faces imminent destruction we see the various ways its passengers choose to spend their final hours.


 “Don’t bother trying to hide it,” Tanik hissed. “You’re found out, you Het.” Tanik turned to her followers. “Just a dumb rebellious giant, still trying to hide his lies from us,” she cackled.
Aiden positioned himself in front of his sister and stood his ground.
Deni stood in front of Tala. But it was Tala that side-stepped Deni and stormed the angry group, holding her personal terminal as if it were a weapon. Holding up the terminal with both hands next to one shoulder, she placed herself between the mob and the video’s computer. With Teltel to her back she dared the mob to approach. Deni quickly joined her, then Benai and the other students.
However, as they did, one man in the back of the crowd of Tanik’s followers, lit a book on fire and dropped it into the tall white crate. It took only a minute for the flames to shoot high into the air.
Screams erupted from the entire crowd.
“This isn’t right,” Merari screamed at her teacher.
Mathis raced to aide Teltel, who gave no attention to the obvious chaos.
Trina grabbed a nearby bucket and began filling it with dirt from a nearby fallow table garden. She dragged it to the crate.
“Help us,” Bug yelled to Benai. Together they lifted the bucket and poured it into the crate, smothering some of the flames. When most of the flames had been extinguished, Trina scurried her small body up the side of the crate and jumped in.
“What are you doing?” Bug screamed after her. He followed her up and over.
Together they saved some of the books that had been in the bottom of the crate but had burned their feet in the process.
The same man who had started the fire took a piece of cloth and marched with intention to the video computer, and in a flash Teltel was standing in front of a fire. He pulled Mathis away and the two of them stood together without a word.
“Do something,” Merari screamed at Teltel.
But Teltel just stood tall and silent.
All at once Merari stormed the crowd, knocking Tanik squarely with her shoulders, slamming her tall Goweli teacher to the ground. At that moment, the other students charged the mob. The chaos was fueled by both sides with anger.
The Most Holy Maven stood, wringing her hands and wept for her people.
Over the sounds of mayhem came a scream; loud and long.
It was so piercing that one by one the fighting stopped, as they realized why the scream had come.
They looked out the large window of the fallow field into the blackness of deep space, where only things very close could be seen, due to the lights from their ship.
Out there, very close but slowly floating away, was a man.
“Turk,” The maven moaned. “No, no, no.”
Only moments earlier, Turk had come from the medical bay with determined steps to an airlock. He closed himself in with a turn of the long handle. It took him a moment, since his right arm was completely bandaged due to the burns he had sustained from the fire in the engine room.
“We took a chance,” he said aloud to himself. “If I’d been smarter…If someone else could’ve found the answer…” He held his left hand over a large round button beside the windowed door that separated him from the deadly void of deep space.
He took a deep breath and pulled his hand back from the button.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the tips of his fingers. Reaching out, he ran his drenched fingers across the window in front of him.
‘Forgive me’, he scrawled with a shaking hand. Then closing his eyes he punched the button, and the transparent doors of the airlock opened, and he was yanked out into the instant death that awaited him.


What inspired you to write the story you are promoting?

I’ve had nightmares since I was a small child, until just a few years ago. The back-story of FOR ONE NEN came from a terrible nightmare that I just couldn’t push out of my head. So, I began to write about it, which has always been a healthy way to help my head. At the time I was dealing with facing may lost relationships and I began to write this into the story. Righting many wrongs, so to speak.

Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?

My partner was the technical advisor for this book so I was learning some astrophysics while writing this book. We make a great team.

What are your hopes for this title?

(duh! Turned into a movie is my ultimate hope- ha)

About the Author:

Capri S Bard is an indie author who publishes work in the science fiction, fantasy, and lesbian romance genres.

For One Nen was published in March of 2014 by Capri S Bard. This novel is available in both paperback and Kindle eBook formats.

Capri has published a fantasy short story entitled The Igloo of Ancient Goram and a short quirky personification entitled The Blushing Red Book. Both are available exclusively as Kindle eBooks.

Capri is presently working on a collection of lesbian romance novels, which will be grouped under the heading A Turquoise Romance. The first in the collection, entitled Still Running Into Youis now available as a Kindle eBook and a paperback on Amazon.

Capri is also beginning an episodical series in the Steampunk genre. Stay tuned for more details!

Capri is working on a prequel to For One Nen, which will expand the account given in the Prologue into a complete story in its own right.

Capri has had success selling her books in the local and online markets through festival appearances, book signings, and direct marketing. Her past experience as a professional music performer and singer/songwriter is a valuable asset in the public arena. Capri is a continuous wellspring of creativity in multiple genres and mediums. She has developed the skill and demonstrated the drive necessary to bring her ideas to fruition.

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