A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She
finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and
likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine. She has lived many places and
done many things, though mostly through her own imagination.
Can
you share a little of your current work with us?
“Just rest, hang onto me. I won’t let you fall.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” her muffled voice asked.
“It’s about time someone was, isn’t it?”
She shivered, but it was warm enough in here, so without
looking to confirm I could only guess she was crying. As far as detoxing
junkies went, she was being incredibly brave right now. She wasn’t begging for
a fix, she wasn’t whining about how much it hurt, she just simply rested
against me, let me hold her up, and cried. It was probably the most heart
breaking, and at the same time, most inspiring thing I’d seen.
I checked my watch and absently massaged the goo into her
hair, grimacing as I felt some of the damned bugs in her hair run over my
fingers and hands, trying to get away from the shit that was killing them. Made
me wish there had been more of the bastards to kill back in that house. Fuck.
“Okay, Beautiful.” I tipped her head back and rinsed her
hair gently but thoroughly. Letting the water detangle it, cautious not to let
it catch or pull.
“Th-thank you,” she stuttered dully and I took my attention
from her hair to her face. She stared off into space, shivering in withdrawal
and I think I swore to myself then and there, that no more harm would befall
her. Not while I was around. She’d had her lifetime of pain bundled into just a
couple of years and every one of my protective instincts screamed that enough
was enough.
Faith needed a friend, and while I’d only ever pulled the
white knight routine once, for my brother, she made me want to protect her with
everything I was worth. I just wasn’t quite sure how to protect someone when
the only monsters that were left to fight were the memories inside her head. I
couldn’t even begin to fathom what’d happened to this girl.
Could. Not. Even…
Who designs your
covers?
I have two really fantastic cover artists. For the SHMC
series, Clarissa Yeo over at Yocla Designs (www.yocladesigns.com) handled all
of those, while the upcoming books in both the Moon Forged and The Virtues
trilogy were done by Gabrielle Prendergast at Cover Your Dreams. (www.coveryourdreams.net)
Do you have any advice
for other writers?
Sit your happy ass down and write it already. You can’t do
anything unless you have it all down on paper in the first place. After it’s
down you can go back and tweak it or what have you, but until you have a
complete first draft, you’ve got nothing.
Do you have any writing
rituals or certain things you do to aid your writing process?
Not that I can think of, honestly. I just sit down and write
it.
Favorite snack and
thing to drink while you write?
Food isn’t high on my list of priorities when I write and
I’m lucky I remember to drink enough of anything to stay hydrated enough to
keep going.
ebook or print? Both.
junk food or sweets? Isn’t
that the same thing?
dogs or cats? Cats.
tea or coffee? Coffee.
dark or light colors? Dark.
angels or demons? Both.
paranormal romance or
historical romance? PNR.
Boxers or Briefs? Commando.
Control Freak or
Careless Jerk? Careless jerk would never make it in my world.
Must read books:
Anything by Carian Cole, Bibi Rizer, Laurell K. Hamilton,
Cherise Sinclair, and the Hades Hangmen series by Tillie Cole. I don’t really
do books so much as I do authors. Which is funny, because I don’t really do
bands, I like individual songs. Sometimes I get a band that I like a lot of
their songs, but it doesn’t happen often.
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