Thursday, July 17, 2014

INTERVIEW: Jennifer Cie plus #Giveaway!

Hello Jennifer 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!

Hi thanks so much for having me!

On a scale 1 (super chill) to 10 (falling apart at the seams) how cool are you when it comes to reviews?!

Reviews? I think I’m at a 2. I’m so happy whenever anyone reads my work, that everything else almost doesn’t matter

You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?
I would tell my 13 year old self that it’s not weird, Captain Planet is legitimately crush material.

So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?

Oh snap… Erm, I’m definitely getting out of there—with my flash drive haha.

What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?
White chocolate. It’s taste so weird, yet, so good. I just keep eating it until I get sick.

Describe yourself using a literary quote. You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

Any literary quote?

Alright. I think the words of Flannery O’Conner and Zora Neal Hurston put the pieces of me together best:  “I write to discover what I know.” And. “I love myself when I am laughing…and again when I am looking mean and impressive.”

What makes you inexplicably happy?

Cranberry juice, spicy black bean eggrolls, and no traffic while driving on the highway. I’m tearing up with joy thinking about them right now.

Sing us a song!

Ahem… “My loneliness is killiing me—and I. I must confess I still believe—still believe. When I’m not with you I lose my mind. Give me a siiiignn. Hit me, baby, one more time.”

Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.

So far, I think its lack of patience. I didn’t really have any when I writing my first book. I was forcing things to come out the way they were in my mind, instead of letting things happen naturally. I was really nervous to give in to the characters voices back then.

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

The best kind? That’s easy. Dashunds. Dashunds are the best kind of Dashunds.

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Long winded, unemployed, and timid, on the first date Brendan Bloom is already in love. Comfortably arched over his body, Ryan contemplates murder. Cold, necklace gleaming against the pale tint of her collarbone, the passenger could have mercy. Not a little black book, but a faded love letter out from under the sheets. Some romances ignite on sight, others flare at the base of waterless tubs soaked in agitation. Rooted in the South, this collection of short stories delivers five electric confessions of love, sexuality, and identity across time.


“You’re not asking someone studied—you know? I guess the rough kind of good. Like when you floss your teeth till your gums bleed. Hurts a bit, but the taste and feel are good to you.”

My first “real” talk came from you in 1992. I was fourteen sitting on the edge of my father’s leather recliner watching you cut the edges off a peanut butter sandwich. You didn’t have any tattoos back then. You had on this red sweater with blue stripes swishing through it. That pesky string of acne was still running down your right cheek when you offered me half of the sandwich.

“Anna. Why do you want to know about sex—from me?”

I wanted to tell you that the walls in my house had grown thin. Even with the stretches of screeching cars passing by and gargled whispers from the Mississippi River outside, I could hear everything tiptoeing inside. The high pitched turned guttural shrieks the women in my brother’s magazines evoked. The sound of the calluses on his hands attacking flesh like rubberized sandpaper; then, the wheezing attack followed by a hushed “guuu-ah” and tissues sopping up warm ooze. The late-night lullaby to my summers had changed, and I wanted to know the words.” –Excerpt from Intellectuals Are Fools

Available from Amazon (after the tour)


What inspired you to write Down on the Other Street?

I was having this offhand conversation with a friend of mine, and they said something along of the lines of, “Unless it’s written down somewhere, it’s not validated as normal.” I think writing this book was in many ways an effort to make the subject matter normal, but I also think it has always been there, waiting to be written.

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

It’s my new favorite. Does that count? If not the last few pages have a little “Easter Egg” of sorts that everyone loves.

What are your hopes for this title?

I just hope someone reads it, and it makes them smile.

About the Author: 

Jennifer Cie is a Tennessee native who loves taking aimless road trips, taste testing whiskey and low grade tequila—for science, and writing about social issues in everyday life. Self-proclaimed writer of “two cups of morning coffee” length books, Cie is the author of the fictional work Memphis Rain, creative non-fiction memoir Burn It, and the upcoming collection of short stories entitled Down On The Other Street.

When she is not getting lost driving across state lines, you can find her rambling about book formatting, poor life decisions, and everything in between on her blog: 

Twitter: @JenniferCie1

Tour Dates/Stops:
7/18: Amanda C. Stone, Michael Mandrake

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