Fiona Mcvie is my Woman In Horror today! Fiona is a young lady living outside of Glasgow, Scotland in a town called Airdrie, North Lanarkshire. She enjoys writing poetry, reading, baking, and cooking. But, she is on a mission to introduce as many authors to readers as she possibly can. You will not believe the huge number of interviews she has conducted at her website
http://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/. She has almost reached 800. You're reading that correctly: 800. She has more Google search numbers than I do, and I have a lot!
Let's analyze it like this. Writers love to be reviewed. Fiona does an interview with an author, and that author spreads the word around. That author's friends and readers tell other authors and readers and it becomes a huge never-ending love-fest between authors and readers. Don't even try to read all of the posts from the Google search engines. They will boggle your mind. Go to Fiona's website and read some at random and you will see what I am talking about. Check out your favorite authors and see if they're there by hitting the search key Fiona has. If by some chance that author is not there, tell them to contact Fiona. There is a place for that on her blog.
There are many of my Women In Horror who have done interviews with Fiona and the search engines list these interviews in multiple places. L. D. Ricard is one of those authors, and I posted that interview on L. D. Ricard's Woman In Horror post yesterday. This got me to thinking that my friend Fiona Mcvie is doing a great thing for all authors, women as well as men. I did an interview with Fiona a couple years back which certainly helps to explain a little bit about what my twisted persona is. If anyone reading this post is an author and is looking for a great opportunity to do an interview and get in touch with some prospective readers, Fiona is your go to woman.
Fiona was born in Germany. Her Dad was in the service for twenty one years, so she was lucky to travel a lot. Her family moved to Scotland when she was twelve, and she stayed there ever since. She left school and became a chef until she became a mum. She is single with four children and four grandchildren. I hope I have those numbers right. Correct me if I'm wrong, Fiona.
I am going to post just one of the many reviews on Fiona's blog. This one is between her and Lisa McCourt Hollar, another one of my Women In Horror.
Name : Lisa McCourt Hollar
Where are you from?
A little about your self `ie your education Family life ect
I am a high school graduate. I didn’t go onto college, one of my biggest regrets. In high school I loved English, writing… I wrote for the school newspaper, which I loved doing…and I studied Health Occupations. I considered being a nurse and was a nurses aid for a while.
I am married, (my second marriage,) to Jeffrey Hollar, who also writes. He is the author of Keldane the Cursed, a fun middle grade book about a clumsy, boy wizard.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
I have been working on my novel, Marked and am closing in on the ending. I also have a a collection of horror stories I will be releasing later this month, as well as a few singles. I keep waffling on the name for my collection, but right now I am leaning towards Unchained Horror.
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
I have been writing since 4th grade. I was encouraged to write by my teacher, Mrs. Dock. She had a creative writing contest every Friday and I really had a lot of fun, discovering that creative side.
Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When I started sharing my work with others. I think that was in 2005 when I joined an online writing community, writing.com. Before that I wrote for my kids, but I never did anything with it, other than drive my family and friends crazy.
Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?
Well, my first book was a short story I put out on Kindle. I had written Sam for a contest and while I didn’t win, I had a lot of people tell me it should be published. So I decided to test the waters. Then I published another one. So far I haven’t put out more than short stories and collections, but the response has been inspiring and I am close to finishing my first novel.
Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?
I am a pantser, so I just follow the story. That sometimes means backtracking to fill in plot holes that come about by a new direction my character takes me in. I once had someone compare me to Koontz, but I don’t see it.
Fiona: How did you come up with the title?
I struggle with titles. I often think the ones I choose are lame, so sometimes I ask readers or my husband what they like. I’m calling my novel Marked right now, but that may change in the future.
Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Maybe to be yourself. It’s a YA vampire/werewolf/ghost novel and the main character, Francine, is very sarcastic and a loner. She stays true to who she is, but at the same time learns that she’s more than she ever thought of herself. She never had friends, never relied on anyone else and she learns to do that too… so be yourself and don’t fail to see the good in others.
Fiona: How much of the book is realistic?
Not much. There’s a lot of paranormal activity involved. It’s not every day you find out that you get bit by a vampire, discover that your enemy is a werewolf, your boss a ghost whisperer and the guy who has a crush on you is an angel… literally.
Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most?
I think the ones I read growing up. Dean Koontz and John Saul.
Fiona: If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
That’s a tough one. I’ve had several give me some great advice. Nomar Knight, Steve Emmet and Blaze McRob come to mind.
Fiona: What book are you reading now?
Druid Lords by India Drummond
Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
Timothy C. Hobbs, Carole Gill, Mark Stone.
Fiona: What are your current projects?
Just my collection I’m trying to get out and Marked. Once I finish Marked I am going to finish some older projects. Two short stories, Fallout and Behind Closed Doors, which I put aside to work on Marked, but I’d like to get them out by the end of the year.
Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?
Yes. I’m not there yet, but I’d like to be.
Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I have an excerpt of Marked I would love to share. I’ll send that with the interview answers.
Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Filling in plot holes.
Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Timothy C. Hobbs. How horrifying it really is.
Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?
Fiona: Who designed the covers?
I have cover art from several different artists. Rebecca Treadway designed the cover for Sam and Fallout. Marrissa Farrar designed the cover for Behind Closed Doors. Sue Midlock is who I am hoping will design the cover for Marked.
Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Never give up.
Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I love hearing from my readers, so if there’s anything you ever want to say to me, anything you’d like to see me do, or stop doing, let me know. Leave a review, or you can email me. firstname.lastname@example.org.
Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies
Reading. I read a lot.
Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching
The Walking Dead, Once Upon A Time, The Big Bang Theory, An American Horror Story and Being Human.
Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music
Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done ?
A mother… and I am that. So I’m living the dream.
Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? if so what is it?
Here is the excerpt from Marked. It is the first chapter so feel free to cut it, if it’s too long.
It started On New Year’s. I was working at my new job, The Corner Shop. It wasn’t as though I had anything going on; no boyfriend, no family, no friends… which is how I liked it. No one to tie me down, no one to complicate my life, and I was happy. Really, I was. Who needs people anyway? So if anyone tells you I was miserable they would be wrong.
The Shop, as most of the regulars affectionately called it, held an odd array of items. There were the usual things that you might need, milk, a few grocery items, beer, which was in high demand tonight –and cleaning supplies. There were also a few unusual items as well. Earlier this evening I had come across a shrunken head in the back room, which would have seemed out of place, except that I knew my grandmother had owned a shrunken head at one time. I wondered if this is where she had found it. I would never know for sure, she had passed away a month ago, just two days after my 19th birthday.
I missed her. A lot. She was my grandmother and had raised me after my parents died in a car accident. I was three at the time and I barely remember them. She spoiled me too. Until she was gone, I never gave a thought to how the bills were paid. So now I had a job and a small apartment a few blocks away.
Some of my fellow employees tried to pull me into the festivities. They were celebrating in the back room, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square. I was up front just in case a customer came in.
“Francine, the store is empty, no one is going to come walking in while we’re in the back and even if they do, there’s a bell.”
I looked up to find Joseph standing next to me. He might have been good looking if not for his one fatal flaw. He was gorgeous in that way a lot of girls liked – blah. And blond, yech. Maybe if he grew his hair a little… tried that bad boy look. As it was, he looked like he was fresh out of high school, where as I looked like a high school drop-out.
Joseph wiggled his eyebrows at me. I just stared at him, unmoving. He had a crush on me… why, I don’t know. I’d done everything I could to discourage him, but still he persisted. I could see the disappointment in his eyes when I refused; I think he was honestly hoping I would kiss him at the stroke of midnight. Blah!
“Leave her be,” Debbie said, pulling Joseph to the back. Speaking of the type of girl Joseph appealed to – Debbie is blond, with long hair that falls just past her shoulders. I’m sure she spends hours getting it to shine like it does. She was wearing a pink shirt which went against company policy, but who was going to tell? The only manager assigned to work tonight was Carl and he was already drunk in the back. How he still had a job was a mystery, since he was always drunk, but Penny, the owner of The Corner Shop, seemed protective of him. I could understand why. He was seven years older than me, but he seemed more innocent than even Joseph. I was drawn to him, but in a sisterly way. He had tight curls and nerd glasses. I was sure he had once been the kid on the playground everyone picked on.
Debbie shook her head, letting me know she didn’t approve of me. She’d disapprove even more if she knew I’d been spitting in her coffee. Behind her, Carl called out that it was almost midnight. Debbie took Joseph’s hand and pulled him to the back. I went back to work. Or I tried to. The ball was dropping, I could hear them counting down in the back… ten… nine… eight… and I was doing my level best to ignore them while I straightened up the aisles, making them look presentable for when the drunken idiots came in – and they would. Seven… six… five… four…. A chill went through my body. My Grandmother would say someone had walked over my grave. A silly thought, but I was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. I looked around. No one was in the store, but… three… two… one!
Everyone was cheering and clapping, which is why I didn’t hear the bell, or at least that’s what I told myself. There’s a mirror in the corner, angled so you can see the back of the store from the front and I glanced up just in time to see Joseph and Debbie kissing. Okay, it was more like Debbie kissing Joseph while he flailed around trying to get away. Why did I feel… jealous? No, it wasn’t jealousy, but I was uncomfortable with it. Turning back to the shelf I’d been straightening, I was startled to see someone else was in the store.
He stood there watching me and I watched him back. His eyes were dark, brooding. His hair hung in his eyes so they were hard to see, but what I did see, I liked in a morbid sort of way. Images of making love to him on a bed of black roses in the middle of a graveyard came to mind. Like I said, morbid. There’s a reason people steer clear of me.
The world stood still in those few moments. My heart was beating loudly, blood rushed to my head and the room spun. I thought I heard someone call my name. The sound of glass breaking brought me back to the room. I shook my head to clear it, Mr. Gorgeous still stood across the aisle, but now he was looking at the ground. I’d dropped the packet of glass Christmas ornaments I’d been dusting off.
“Francine, for Pete’s sake, look at what you’ve done!” Debbie had her hands on her hips and looked like she was about to scold me. Joseph was standing behind her, a horrified look on his face.
“That’s coming out of your paycheck,” Carl hiccupped.
“Fine, they’re marked down to .25 cents anyway.” I bent to pick the package up, nearly bumping my head with tall, dark and gruesome. He’d dropped to his knees to help me and I found myself staring into those dark orbs of his again. Dismayed, Debbie rushed to help him up.
“Francine can clean it up,” she said, taking hold of his arm. A puzzled look crossed her face and she let go. Stepping back she looked at her hand and then at him. “Can… can we help you find anything?”
“I’ve found what I need,” he said. He was still looking at me and a small thrill rushed through my body. Leaning forward, his face came close to mine as he reached past me and lifted a plastic goblet off the shelf of discounted items. It was tacky. I liked it.
“Nice choice,” I said, sarcastically.
“I’ll ring you up.” Joseph’s voice was stiff. The customer smiled at me, Gods, his teeth were blinding. He stood and followed Joseph to the register.
The rest of the night was a nightmare. Like I said, all the idiots came in, stumbling over each other in the mad rush to buy more alcohol before closing. Finally the store was closed and the till locked away.
“Just leave it all ‘til morning,” Carl said as I started to put the returned items away.
“Penny hates it when we leave things for the morning crew.”
“I know, but I’m tired and I just want to go home.” He glanced out the door, looking skittish. “Joseph, will you drive me?”
“Sure, Carl. Francine, would you like a ride too?” Joseph looked at me like a lost puppy dog, begging me to take him home with me.
“I’ll walk,” I said. “It’s not very far and it’s a nice night.
Joseph put out his arm to stop me. “Francine, you shouldn’t be walking. There was another attack a few nights ago.”
He was right; it was all over the news, some kind of an animal, at least that’s what the police thought. Two women were already dead.
“I’ve got mace, I’ll be okay.”
“You can give me a ride,” Debbie said.
“What’s wrong with your car?”
“Well… nothing. I just thought, maybe…” She looked at him suggestively and I almost felt sorry for Joseph.
“My car’s crowded, I don’t think there’s room for you,” Joseph said, his face reddening as he looked away.
“But you were just going to give Francine a ride.”
“Have a little dignity,” I whispered as I walked past her and out the door.
He was waiting for me a few blocks from my apartment. Maybe it was a coincidence, but I walk the same path every day and if someone was watching me they would know. Alarms should have been going off when I saw him sitting on the bench just outside of the park. Instead my heart began to pound again and not in the “run for your life, this guy is a whacko” type of way. I was pulled into his eyes again… hell, I was drowning in them.
“Hello,” I said, stopping in front of Mr. Dreamy. What was wrong with me, why couldn’t I keep my eyes off of him?
He smiled. “Hello.” His voice was smooth.
We stood there staring at each other. And then his arms were around me. I’m not one to fall into a man’s arms, but there I was… and enjoying it. The world fell away. Cliché, I know. It came rushing back when I felt his teeth chomp into my neck. I could hear a voice yelling my name. A roar sounded in my ear and then I was falling backwards.
“Francine. Francine, are you alright?”
“We’ve got to get her out of here.
“She’s lost a lot of blood.”
Someone lifted me off the ground. I opened my eyes. Joseph was staring back.
“You’re going to be okay.” He was trying to sound reassuring, but it wasn’t working. Maybe it’s because he was shimmering… no, he was glowing. And then I passed out.
My blog, Jezri's Nightmares: http://www.lisamccourthollar.com
This is a great interview between two of my friends, and now, two of my Women
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