Hello Rob 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 this party started!
Tell us about a time you were done a great kindness.
I was 21 years old and one week out of college. I was standing in line at the grocery store and was being chatted up by the woman behind me. I told her I’d just graduated and was looking for work. Turned out, her husband was the boss of a company that did exactly what I studied for in college. She told her husband about me that night. I worked for him for the next nine years!
You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?
So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?
Point them in the direction of Utah. Let the Mormons deal with them!
Describe yourself using a literary quote.
“Oh you exquisite little tart.” – Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters
You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)
I met my husband on a street corner. To backtrack, we’d cruised each other all over town for several months, but finally found ourselves alone one day on that aforementioned street corner. We’ve never been apart since. In fact, we give each other an anniversary card on the 7th of every month because we met on the 7th of May, 2001. That might not make you swoon, but it means the world to me.
Raine says: This absolutely makes me swoon! <3
Raine says: This absolutely makes me swoon! <3
What makes you inexplicably happy?
Sunday morning with nothing to do but write. Oh, and Kate Bush.
Sing us a song!
She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
Faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?
Food? Believe it or not, I’ve had the same waist size for the past 30 years. In other words, I subsist on air and pleasant memories of carbs.
Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.
I only wish I’d started writing in my twenties instead of my thirties. It would’ve been fun to read what my twenty something self had written.
And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?
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Paula is Eddie's famous mom. One by one, each of his lovers comes to work for her, their lives so connected that if one of them itches, another one scratches. But who will wind up with whom in this comedic tale of life and love and friendship? In the end, it's up to fate to decide what none of them could possibly have seen coming.
He didn’t say anything. There was a pause, and then he pushed himself up until his face was just above my own. I stared up into his eyes. The room was dark, but I could still make out the faintest shade of blue. “Say it,” he whispered.
“Say what?” I whispered back.
“Say that you wanted me to kiss you.”
His face moved in even closer. The room was hot, hotter still by the sheets and the blanket and him hovering above me. “I wanted you to kiss me because we were best friends and you were leaving me forever.”
He chuckled, the vibration travelling through the bed and up into my chest. “Not so forever though, huh?”
And then there was that kiss again. Only it wasn’t the kiss from before. Brian wasn’t seven anymore and this wasn’t a fleeting goodbye. In fact, this was more of a hello, nice to see you, let’s stay like this until our lips need a crowbar to pry them apart. And, guess what? There were no crowbars in the minifridge. Not even a fingernail clipper. Nope, all there was, was me and him kissing as if nine years hadn’t even been nine seconds and he didn’t have a girlfriend and our mothers weren’t in the next room.
If that previous kiss all those years earlier had been my first kiss, then the second one was one hell of an encore. My mom would kill for such an encore, in fact. You see, among everything else in the universe, it was unique and perfect and wouldn’t ever be forgotten, not when I was thirty, not when I was eighty.
When at last he broke free, his face still above mine, he smiled. “And why did you let me kiss you this time then?”
I pulled my hand up above the sheets and blanket and ran it through his thick mane of hair, just like I’d always wanted to do. “Because we’re best friends.”
His lips again touched down on mine before he resumed his position. “Are we?”
My hand caressed his cheek. There was a light stubble there. I wondered if he could grow a beard, or if he would in a year or two or six. “I don’t know what we are. It just felt like the right thing to say. Does that make sense?”
He nodded. “Do you believe in fate, Eddie?”
My body suddenly tensed and then relaxed. There was that word again: fate. It felt as if he had hit me with it. “You think fate brought us together again, or that it brought us together the first time?”
His hand also rose from beneath the covers before finding its way through my hair, his fingers lightly raking across my scalp, sending a million little goosebumps up my arm. “When I saw you standing in the parking lot earlier , that’s the first word that popped into my head.” The kiss repeated. I was shocked that it was even more amazing than the last. “So do you?” he asked, when again he moved his lips away.
My eyelids fluttered open. “Do I what?”
“Believe in fate?”
Yes, I did in fact. Though I was scared to admit it. Scared that I’d be tempting it. I was sixteen. This was all new to me. And so I replied, “Well, my mom is pretty damned funny, but not worth travelling all the way from Pittsburg to see.”
“So that’s a yes then?”
I pulled him in, my arms wrapped tightly around him. I kissed him in reply. That felt safer than a yes. That felt more honest, at any rate. That felt, like I’ve said, perfect.
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What inspired you to write Fate?
I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of fate, that certain people in your life have been fated to be there. I wanted to write a book that plays heavily on this theme. Fate is that book.
Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?
I wrote it and edited it in exactly six weeks. It’s 75,000 words in length. To put that into perspective, my other eight novels are about the same length and all took between six and eight months to complete. Fate flowed from me as easily as an exhale. It was, I truly believe, fated to be.
What are your hopes for this title?
It’s already been nominated for a Lambda Literary Award for Best Gay Romance. Fingers crossed it becomes a finalist.
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