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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Interview with Author Holly Hood

Today I would like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine. Growing up together I had the pleasure (and the pain) of getting to know her. Whether she was dancing her butt off to 80s teeny bop music, scaling refrigerators in record time, or terrorizing the neighborhood with locust shells, I have seen the lighter and darker sides of her, as well as the shades in between, and I love them all! I can tell you from first-hand experience that she is a character full of wit and grace and good humor, all of which reflect in her writing. From the start of her popular series Wingless, to her latest Perfectly Hopeless, I have been with her every step of the way as she labored for hours trying to birth these creations that have a tendency to wrench an exquisite range of emotion from its readers and all I have to say is…You go girl! I am so proud of you!
I give to you Mrs. Holly Hood.  

Who are you? What do you do?

Who am I? I am a girl with the hopes and dreams of a teen just moving to Hollywood in hopes of super-stardom. I do many things; some of those include bossing around my children, cleaning, cooking and rock climbing on my down time. Maybe not the rock climbing, but hey, a girl can make things up. I’m a laid back, quiet person. My favorite color is purple—used to be green. It’s really hard for me to describe myself.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Yes. I was a very bored child. I spent days trying to entertain myself when I wasn’t playing with friends. So, on my down time I created these imaginary worlds where I could be whatever I wanted. This blossomed into writing it all down on paper. It was an escape.

What inspired you to write your first book?

That would be the vampires. I was at home watching this crazy fad take hold of the world. And me being the stubborn girl that I am, crossed my arms and said I could do that, but in a whole different way. That’s when I came up with the story Wingless. It was a book with a forbidden love, sure. But the love wasn’t a hopped up sparkling vamp with depression issues, mine was a troubled grim reaper with life issues.

How did you come up with the title?

That’s a really good question that I have no answer for. I named the book before I wrote it. And then I found it went with the title. Go figure. I’m weird like that.

How much of the book is realistic?

*looks over shoulder* There are a lot of parts that pertain to some aspect of my life in all my writing. I won’t say which ones or anything, but most times it’s just how I would feel or handle a situation in fantasy land. (I’ve been told that place exists. I just need the map to find it.)

What is your writing process? Do you follow a regular routine?
Oh how you make me laugh. Yes! I do. I write every day, and when I don’t write I am editing or thinking about a new story or one that is close to finished. I go through withdrawals, start twitching and have night terrors if I can’t release the creative demons that live inside my brain. It’s scary stuff.

What motivates you to write?

Everything. When I am mad, I write. When I am sad, I write. All emotions make me want to create a new world. I can watch TV or a movie and BAM! An idea hits me. I can see someone on television and a million ideas just jumped at me. I love that.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

I’d say they are made up. I like creating really screwed up worlds for my characters. I like pushing them to the brink of insanity. It’s fun.

Do you have a specific writing style?

Yeah, it’s called the I-write-first-and-ask-questions-later writing style. I don’t believe in change. That’s why I am still rocking the same 70s hairstyle. (Side note: I wasn’t even born in the 70’s so this is a lie). I think your first run should be what you go with in a book. I write it, sometimes I plot things out, but for the most part it’s what comes to me. I usually write in first or third. And I have to have music playing when I am writing, but not during editing.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
No, I had my doctor write me a prescription. *grins* I hate to say this, but no. I don’t even know what that is like.

Do you see writing as a career?

It was what I was meant to do. I believe that. So that would be a big fat, yes.

What are your current / future projects?

Current project is getting Gypsies back on the market. Doing a re-vamp. Then I am hoping to finish Boonville. And also get Ink 2 out there before the end of the year. I also started another series, Love Hurts, and I plan on writing that book soon too.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Yes. I learned that people actually like my writing. And I learned what passion means. I found mine the day I realized other people enjoyed my stories.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes. I want readers to see that people are strange. People are messed up and I want them to cry. I will allow a bit of laughter, I find it’s acceptable to let them laugh occasionally in my books. But my main goal is to leave them haunted by my stories. If I can have someone thinking about my story long after they read it, then I did my job.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
My latest is Perfectly Hopeless. And that would be a no. Sure, sometimes my endings are hard and I struggle with them, but I really like the way it turned out. So that would be a no.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

I would say murder. It’s always hard to kill anyone that means something. Other times I am like Christian Bale in American Psycho dancing around to “It’s Hip to be Square” as I bludgeon my characters. *laughs evilly*


Do you have any advice for other writers?

Do they have any for me? What about an even trade? You can’t get something for nothing, can you? Write every day. Forget what you think is cool, or what others think is cool and just write from your heart. If you don’t have a heart, write from your esophagus. Put yourself in your characters shoes, close your eyes for a moment, envision the moment, you will be surprised what you can come up with. And lastly, don’t take it so seriously, it’s writing, it is supposed to be fun. If it wasn’t, then you should do something else, like shaving buffaloes in exchange for cracker jacks.

What book are you reading now?

I’m not reading any book right now. If I was that would be kind of rude. I am doing this interview for you. But before this I was reading Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s a book unlike any book I ever read, but I am really into it. I plan on reading the other two as well.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

Poe, because he had this darkness about him. When you read his work you’re sucked into this dark, haunting place. A place where you want to leave, but at the same time you want to be there. Every time I read his work, I wonder what he must have been like in real life.

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

Entity? *runs for the dictionary* Booze and gambling….no, my friends. I have two great friends, Brandi, aka the angel of darkness and all things punk, and Katie, aka Red. They both love writing and there is no better people than them two to support me.

Finally, do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I want to say…thank you. Thank you for reading and putting up with my mentally unstable imagination. Thank you for the support!

And there you have it folks! A glimpse into the quirky ramblings of a mentally unbalanced woman in obvious need of professional intervention, who brings to the table wonderfully creative works put together for your entertainment.
Somebody call Dr. Spaceman! (pronounced Spa-che-men) Mrs. Hood needs her meds...


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Boonville

I started writing a new book series about a month ago if that. And I really am into it. I have nearly completed the first in the series. Its sort of a end of the world spin on romance. I love the characters, the content and most days I am laughing my butt off reading over the chapters. Not sure how many will be in this series yet. I think this time around I will set out to make only a number of books in the series. A few fun facts about Boonville: 1. Main characters name is Gianna "Gigi". 2. People can be perfect. (What??) 3. There are some hunky men running around in these parts lol 4. Be careful of the peeing toms! And lastly I apologize for disappearing for so long. Where have I been you ask? No where in particular just been busy with my three kids being in school. Also with writing. And lastly everything in life. My latest song of all songs if anyone is wondering. Anyone who has read my blogs knows how much I love good music. Here is my latest fave: Poison and Wine Oh and if you have yet to read Ink you should really do so! I have got all great reviews on Ink and I really would like to hear from others about Ink! Its probably my favorite right now!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Snippet of new book

This is the new book I am working on.. I wanted to share a part with everyone who reads my work. Enjoy. And remember sometimes my work is foul mouthed like a sailor. If you are offended easily then I suggest not reading any further. But if you have a sense of humor then enjoy! *Explicit Language* I wanted to share a little snippet of what I am currently writing. “Pop pop, there you are.” I said, delighted to see him upright and eating. He poked around at his scrambled eggs, trying to get a hold of them on his plate. “I don’t like organic eggs. They want to feed me outer space food,do I look like Neil fucking Armstrong?” He grumbled, working the fork into his mouth with such anger. I hoped he didn’t stab himself. But I kept quiet because he didn’t like being told what to do. “Organic is just healthier. It has nothing to do with outer space.” I took a seat, grabbing my sketch book from his table. Wiping off the toast crumbs, I flipped the cover and surveyed my work. It was almost finished. A portrait of Pop pop, with the normal scowl and tuft of ashen hair sticking up all over his head and some coming out of his ears. The last signs of his raven colored hair nothing but a memory, the smallest amount of gray peeked through his stark white hair. If it wasn’t for his eyebrows you would have never known he once had a head full of black hair. “If they didn’t fuck up the food, we wouldn’t have to pay extra for healthy versions of this bullshit. It’s the government’s way of sticking it to us. Food is food. They are trying to kill us.” “You’re not paying for it, Pop pop. The hospital is. So just eat it.” I started sketching out his hair, remembering to add “extra” hair like he wanted. “Fuck you and your commie bullshit,” he growled. He chucked the plate to the floor. Which sent his nurse running into the room. She was a young girl, short hair, with a quick reaction time apparently. “Eugene, are we having a grouchy moment?” she said, talking to Pop pop like he was a little kid throwing a fit over his spilled milk. She kneeled down, collecting the eggs one by one. “I’m having a ‘I’ll smack the smirk right off of your face moment, Blondie.’ Why don’t you get me some real food? Not this bullshit that you want to call eggs.” He grabbed his bed controller, plummeting himself downwards and this only upset him further because he wanted to turn the television on not lower himself into a reverse downward facing dog. “Back in my day remotes were getting your ass up and turning shit on!” I laughed at his bad mood. He meant no harm; most times he was completely unaware what he was even saying. “Back in your day Eugene there were no televisions.” The nurse said, taking the plate and its contents and heading out of the room. “Back in my day we rode dinosaurs to work. And woman knew how to shut their pie holes and make their men dinner. And they didn’t have men’s haircuts. What are you one of those carpet monsters?!” I was thankful the nurse was out of my view. I could only imagine the horrified expression she was probably wearing all thanks to Pop pop.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Zombies are coming

*This is not real.....yet* As I sit cozy on my couch, listening to the tv. I remember the days when we were free to live a life free from flesh eating monsters, some might call them Zombies. As I sit and wonder what it is I would need to survive their attack, I've come to the conclusion that I am sadly ill prepared. Rummaging through my house, I only managed to find a coupld mini flashlights with no batteries, one dull butcher knife, and hairspray? Really this is pathetic, in times like these I really should have bought the guns and grenades. So I guess I am going to try my luck with what I have, and that being a great mind. One that I do not want the zombies eating, I'm sure its more delicious then any others out there. Anyways my tactic to survive these said Zombies would be simple, run faster then everyone else. I'm not waiting around for no one. Every man for themselves...my husband is strong enough to carry our children. And my kids are smarts enough to stay away from strangers, so I think they got zombies under control. You can't be nice in this world...do you think anyone gives two craps if the zombies are gnawing you to death? I think not... Well once running failed which I know it would (bad ankles) I would choose the next step in zombie deterent. That being acting even more whacked out then Charlie Sheen, even a zombie would steer clear from that much crazy. So its the end, all the zombies are pretty much splattered across the pavement. And my only hope is Maks from dancing with the stars has survived, and Dwayne "The rock" Johnson...oh the joys if they were the last two men on earth!