If you came looking for my novel click on the green link, then come back and read this interview with author Sally Franklin Christie. It will be worth it, we’ll solve many critical problems together, we’ll discuss the end of the world, but mostly we are talking about her latest paranormal thriller, Milk Carton People and how you can find it.
Sally has helped a many new authors get a little recognition with her blog at Writerly Wednesdays. She has interviewed hundreds of struggling artists. In fact, at her site on 3/21/12 after 12:01am Pacific time, there will be an interview of me. She is visiting on my site, while I’m at her place, cool eh?
1) If you only had three words to describe yourself, what three would you chose?
SFC: Pasty, White, Woman. I live in Montana. That pretty much explains it.
2) You just released a new book, tell us about it.
SFC: Caught Between the Quick and the Dead
Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible. This is a book that plays on the very thin line of sanity and pure despair. The characters act and react to the new challenges and the reader gets to go along for the ride.
3) If I wanted to find you on the internet, where would that be?
4) Besides your latest release, Milk Carton People, do you have any other stories we could sample?
SFC: I participate in NaNoWriMo and last year I wrote a sort of Spoon River Anthology of Houses that grew from a Bible Camp experience. I called it Habakkuk 2:11 or If Walls Could Talk. Each week, I am editing one house from the anthology and posting it on my blog. The easy link is http://fiction-friday.com . I still cannot believe that domain was not taken. The link resolves on my main blog site.
If I Should Die is my first novel that released in November 2010. It is at the usual places in e-format and paperback. A sample is at Amazon.
5) Is there a personal interest in Missing Persons? Is there some personal connection to this story?
SFC: Missing People, Abducted People, ThrowAway People are a running theme in my writing. I’ve never experienced a missing person up close. I know people have a right to go missing. I also know there are some people who are not missed.
For example, people with mental illness are often never reported by families who find it easier to cope without the son, daughter, mom, dad, uncle. Teenagers who are acting out in very disruptive ways are not reported as missing in many cases. During my early research on the topic, a man from one of the clearing houses for missing or unidentified people confided that a fair number of unidentified dead people are babies found at road edges.
There are three cases open in Montana where remains have not been identified. One of these cases appears in the back of Milk Carton People.
6) Arizona just banned a huge list of books from school libraries, mostly written by Hispanic and Native American authors –– do you think such cultural restrictions will have a positive impact on our country’s future?
SFC: Whatever happened to simply not buying the book? If you don’t want to read something, don’t check it out of the library and for goodness sake, don’t buy it. I am not a big history buff, but I thought America was colonized by people trying to escape restrictions.
7) What do you think about the Mayan Calendar coming to an end, ‘are we doomed?’
SFC: I have never met a Mayan. I did have a friend in High School who attended a Church that predicted the Rapture. It might well have happened and we were all left behind. Maybe, the Mayan Calendar is a lot like the one hanging in my bathroom that ends on New Year’s Eve. They simply didn’t get the cover photos ready or the publisher went under.
Excerpt from Sally’s novel, Milk Carton People
I’m going to wake up, now, and go about my day with my cup
of coffee. By the time I get to work, the whole thing will disappear
like all dreams. I won’t even remember it.
She turned away from the little tree and took a few steps down
the sidewalk. She intended to turn back toward the book store
again, to somehow retake control of her destiny. As if turning
back would give everyone one more chance to tell her it was all in
fun and she was such a good sport.
Just then, a woman in an electric blue colored coat, walked
right into her.
“Excuse, me,” Ruth began and stopped speechless. For one
long, drawn out, slow motion, nightmare second, her vision was
obscured by a brownish red filter which blurred everything before
her. She felt hot, sticky, and confined. A cloying odor of spoiled
hamburger made her gasp for clean air. She tasted copper pennies
in her mouth. At the same time Ruth heard a gurgling noise and
a squeak and as the whole event suddenly ended she heard a plop
like pudding falling from a spoon back into the bowl.
A sudden cold sweat competed with stomach acid lurching
into her throat. Ruth swallowed it back and turned to watch as
the woman in electric blue continued walking down the sidewalk
without breaking stride. Ruth watched the woman in the electric
blue coat disappear around the corner.
“No,” Ruth said aloud with authority. “No,” she repeated.
“This did not happen.”
She walked to the nearest building and stood close to the cold bricks in the shadows.
I have to go home.”