Hello GB 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!
Introduce yourself by telling us the favorite thing you’ve ever written—regardless of publication status!
That would be a novella-length piece called Standard Candle. It has been rejected for publication, but it’s the piece I first sent to a wonderful woman named Saritza Hernandez, which resulted in her becoming my agent. It tells the story of a young man who has discovered he’s in love with his oldest and best friend who is also his friend with benefits, but he might be too late revealing his feelings. It’s written in second person present tense, a style that I absolutely adore. It’s a tough style to write and it can be even tougher to read because the reader really has to be able to put him or herself into the mind of the protagonist. The major pro is that it lends a unique opportunity to get right into the thick of things as they happen, and to really push the intimacy between reader and narrator. I love how this one turned out. Maybe I’ll put it up on my blog.
If you could go back in time and have a conversation with 13-year-old yourself right now, what would you say?
“Hey there. So, you’re going to go through some shit. It will be horribly insular, the most isolating thing you’ve ever experienced, and you’ll never see it coming until after it slams you into a deep dark hole. But you will get through it. I repeat, you will get through it, and you will like and respect the person who comes out the other side. You will treasure your family even more, and you will push yourself in ways you’ve never thought possible. Most importantly? That dream you had that society said would never be a possibility? You know, that writing career that people raised their eyebrows at? Guess what. You showed them.”
What is your biggest, most wildest, most extreme writing dream or goal? No dream is too outlandish.
Okay, so I would love to have the novel I’m currently working on be made into a television series that goes on for several seasons, and I would be over the moon if Jon Stewart then called me up and said, “Hey, let’s do lunch and a Daily Show interview during which I proceed to find you hilarious,” which would then lead to Graham Norton inviting me onto his show with a whole host of awesome people crammed onto the couch with me, and if I haven’t blacked out completely after all that, I would find out that, surprise, Tom Hardy wants to play a character I wrote. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to speak to him because I would be absolutely catatonic with joy, but yeah.
Describe yourself using song lyrics.
Don’t stop thinkin’ about tomorrow, don’t stop; it’ll soon be here. (Fleetwood Mac)
I’m painting the room in a colorful way, and when my mind is wandering, there I will go. (The Beatles)
No, it won’t all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good. (John Mayer)
Less concerned about fitting into the world; your world, that is. (Nine Inch Nails)
People—basically good? Or basically bad?
Basically good. I think people just have to remind themselves again and again that there are indeed other people in this world.
You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)
Here’s a segment from Standard Candle:
“Avery, what’s wrong?”
His lips shape the words against your ear. He takes your face in both hands and brushes the corner of your mouth in a kiss.
“Wait, Den—” You don’t know if you mean to push him away or pull him in. You just can’t stop yourself anymore. You meet his mouth, sweet and quick—again, longer—again, trying to tell him what he is to you in a simple kiss. But it’s no longer simple: you’re moving, your whole body rocking up into it, threading your fingers into his hair, pushing his mouth open until his jaw goes slack and his flavor blows wide over your tongue. You need this, just once more. If he’s really… really getting back with Mike… You’ve never felt so desperate. So cognizant of how Denny makes you tick.
He tries for air and you let him, and then you take him back and it’s even better, even worse.
His hands fist, digging into your shoulder blades, holding on. It feels like what your mind and body are trying to do: hold onto him for one more second.
He pulls out of it with a rasp and you know it’s over.
What is one mistake you’ve made during your writing career that you’ve learned and grown from?
My failure to co-write proactively with a dear friend. I grew disinterested and dropped away from a long-term project without committing one way or another, which imploded and led to significant strife in our friendship. The repercussions have been resounding, but we have mended fences to a degree I honestly feared was not possible. I’m thankful I have a second chance with my buddy, and my attitude toward both my everyday life and my approach to writing has matured as a result. All in all, an extremely instructive life lesson.
How do you think you’d handle yourself in the zombie apocalypse?
Let’s assume rage zombies because they’re at the top of the “differently biotic” food chain. The first thing I’d do is ally myself with our family friend who owns guns, knows ordinance, and knows how to shoot. If we instead assume Romero zombies, then get me a sturdy car: I drive alright, and I’m a practical person with a good eye for making supplies last. The main obstacle I foresee in any case is convincing myself to take a bat to undead heads. I might choke. And I will likely spend time panicking mindlessly. Hopefully I’ll be in the right place to get past that niggling bit and on to the survivalism. That, or this zompocalypse features zombies as the next stage of human evolution, and then I could be okay with turning (except in cases where gigantic corporations are spitting hybrid cat-dog-lizards out of underground city-labs). However. We all know that the real problem will eventually be the other humans. In this case, the zombies must be treated as a warm up round.
What important thing would you give up in order to continue writing?
That’s a tough one, because I feel like I’m courting fate by even whispering an answer to this question. But… I guess if it came down to one or the other, I would give up my personal space in order to continue writing. I’m an introvert and somewhat reclusive, and the loss of personal space is a Big Deal. I might go insane without my alone time, but I KNOW I’m in dire straits when I can’t write. I’ve been there already. I need to write.
And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?
The German Shepherd kind.
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Blurb(s): Years ago, Calvin Ware found a refuge in Neverwood, a home for wayward boys. Now, following the death of his foster mother Audrey, he’s returned to fulfill her request to restore the decrepit Victorian mansion to its former purpose.
Under the threat of repossession, Cal clashes with his foster brothers over restoration plans while fending off the unscrupulous developer who is breathing down his neck. Audrey’s well-meaning presence in his dreams does more harm than good as he struggles to cope with it all. What’s more, the contractor he hires to get the building up to code turns out to be Will Cabot, his high school flame.
As they begin working together, Cal finds he still has feelings for his first love. But his mistakes of years ago threaten their future, just as they ruined their past, and Cal knows he can’t withstand the heartbreak a second time.
Three foster brothers are called home to Neverwood, the stately Pacific Northwest mansion of their youth. They have nothing in common but a promise to Audrey, the woman they all called mother…
G. B. Lindsey reading the first ten minutes of Secrets of Neverwood
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What inspired you to write One Door Closes?
The anthology was actually the brainchild of our agent, Saritza Hernandez, who emailed us all one day with “Guys, guys, guys, I’ve got this idea…” She thought our writing styles would complement each other (and she was right!), and gave us the jumping off point of foster brothers inheriting the house of their now deceased foster mother, who still happens to be hanging around the joint. And then she let us run with it. The free rein was fantastic. Immediately the creativity bloomed, and the three of us inspired each other to keep exploring the stories and characters we’d chosen, which resulted in a much deeper, more personal arc than I, for one, had anticipated. On a more personal note, Calvin’s journey through depression was inspired by my own experiences with clinical depression, so it’s a struggle that’s near and dear.
Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your story?
I’m sure I’ll think of a million things just as soon as this blog post comes up… Mainly that it was a joy to work in such a rich world with these two writers. We’ve known each other for a while but we’ve never collaborated, and I’d do it again in a second. I feel like all three of us are in the halls and nooks of Neverwood, pieces of our lives and loves, and to have it come out as such a cohesive whole… I’ve been very lucky, and I’m grateful to them, and to my editor and my agent.
What are your hopes for this title?
Honestly, I’d just really like it to be well received! I don’t have any children, but it feels like releasing a piece of me onto the world at large and hoping to high heaven that it doesn’t get trampled by running feet. As much as you tell yourself, okay, it’s out of your hands, que sera, sera… there are these ever-present nerves and jitters, and you can’t really help but fear what’s about to happen. Butterflies!
Tour Dates: June 23 – June 28
About the Author: G. B. Lindsey was born and raised in California, where she earned her undergraduate degree in Literature and Creative Writing from UC Santa Cruz. Her first love has always been writing: as a child, she cultivated such diverse goals as becoming "a cowgirl and a writer" or "a paleontologist and a writer."
Aside from her salacious and ongoing affair with the horror genre, she loves to write sci-fi, romance, historical fiction, and short stories. Other hobbies include playing the piano, reading voraciously, the occasional period drama movie night, and devouring scary film after scary film. She recently moved back home from Newcastle upon Tyne, where she earned her Master of Arts in Creative Writing, and now lives in Sacramento.
Author page: https://www.facebook.com/lindseywords,
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