Dream Interview of Stacy Green: Finalist in The Best Indie Books of 2013 Awards
September 21, 2013
[It’s that time of the year again when The New Kindle Book Review is running its Best Indie Books of the Year awards. Top five finalists for the 2013 awards in various genres were announced September 1, 2013. In keeping with our tradition established last year in the first year of the awards, we have asked each of the finalists who care to participate to provide us two pieces: a dream interview and a dream review. Although these will appear under my byline and Caleb Pirtle’s, the posts are the work of the finalist authors. We hope you enjoy them and use them as an introduction to the works of these fine writers.-SW]
Next up in the dream interview parade is Stacy Green, author of Tin Gods, a finalist in the Mystery/Thriller genre.
“You need to drink this first.” The man thrust a crumpled, plastic water bottle at me. His surly expression did nothing to detract from his green eyes and the rest of his nearly perfect face.
“What is it?”
“Holy water.” Dean Winchester raised an eyebrow in challenge while his younger brother looked on apologetically.
“We can never be too careful,” Sam said. He was the antithesis to his brother: soft spoken and a semi-giant, but underneath the ‘aw shucks’ carriage kind of freaked me out.
I took a swig of the water, hoping Dean hadn’t spit in it. He narrowed his eyes as I drank, and Sam crossed his arms, looking on worriedly. When nothing happened, Dean nodded.
I took the only real seat in the shabby hotel room while the brothers sat on the bed. The three of us were somewhere in the Midwest, in a tiny town whose name I couldn’t remember, in a hotel with décor from the seventies.
“So you’re a self-published author,” Dean started.
“Indie author,” I corrected him.
“What’s the difference?”
“Dean.” Sam pressed his mouth into a thin line, obviously embarrassed by his brother’s lack of research. “Self-published authors do their own covers, their own editing–the whole shebang. Indie authors work with a team of professionals to help them put out a great product.”
“Did you just say ‘shebang?’”
“Shut up.” Sam smiled at me. “What made you decide to be an Indie author instead of going the traditional route?”
“Lots of things.” I shifted in my seat. Left over from the Disco-era, the plastic shell chair hurt my rear end. Between the uncomfortable chair and the wall of creepy drawings and pictures of demons, I had a hard time formulating an answer. “E-readers have revolutionized the publishing industry. They have opened up channels of distribution that were previously unavailable. Writers are able to control their product and make a good living. It was the best choice for me.”
Dean huffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah, but any one can put out a book now. Where’s the quality control?”
“Quality control is up to us,” I said. “That’s why it’s so important to work with established editors. Indies don’t publish because they’re not good enough for the trads. We do it because we can. It’s a privilege.”
Sam grinned. “Tell us about your book, TIN GOD. I love that it’s set in Mississippi. We need more cases there.”
“TIN GOD has a special place in my heart,” I said. “It’s the first book I wrote where I truly felt like I understood the writing process. It’s part organic, part strictly plotted.”
“What’s it about?” Dean reclined on the bed, supporting himself with his elbows. “Three sentences or less.”
“Jaymee’s lost her daughter to an illegal adoption, and the last person who can help her ends up dead. When the widower of her murdered best friend shows up, Jaymee realizes both murders are tied to the shady adoption of her daughter. So she and the widower–Nick Samuels–team up to solve the murders and get her daughter back.”
“Illegal adoption?” Dean said. “Isn’t that reaching in this day and age?”
“Dean.” Sam ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair, once again looking embarrassed. “Illegal adoption happens all the time, even in this country. Unsuspecting parents are charged exorbitant amounts by lawyers–finder’s fees, basically–which are illegal. Not to mention what goes on in foreign countries.”
“Sorry.” Dean sat back up, finally looking interested. “So the book’s the first in a series? Does she get the kid back? Is this Jaymee in the next book?”
“Yes, it’s the first of a series,” I answered. “You’ll have to read to find out about Jaymee’s daughter. And yes, Jaymee’s in the next book, although she’s a secondary character. The series will revolve around four main characters–the last one will be introduced in an upcoming release–and I’m setting up for a big grand finale next year.”
Sam stood up to stretch, as though his long legs can’t stay still for long. He was much taller than I realized. “I actually read the book, unlike my brother.”
“Hey, I’m waiting for the audio book,” Dean said. “By the way, you should totally get Sasha Grey to narrate.”
“The porn star?” My cheeks flamed.
“She’s legit now,” Dean said indignantly.
“Excuse him.” Sam shoved his hands in his jeans pockets again, flipping his hair out of his face. “You hit some hard subjects: domestic violence, corrupt religious figures, and adoption. How do you approach stuff like that?”
“With compassion,” I answered. “Look, these are issues millions of people deal with every day. I want them to be more than plot devices. Real life hardships are what make us who we are, and I want those same things for my characters. Some people come out better, some weaker. I approach my characters the same way.”
A rush of air breezed by my face. A man in a khaki trench coat stood beside the bed where Dean sat. The man had beautiful blue eyes, but his grim expression sent the already tense atmosphere plummeting.
I stared at the man. “You look as if the world’s about to end.”
“That’s what I’m trying to prevent.” His voice was monotone and gravelly. He touched Dean’s shoulder. “Dean, Sam, we need to go.”
“Cas, we have company.” Dean hooked his thumb toward me. “We’re interviewing this Indie author who’s nominated for a great award. Stacy Green, meet Castiel.”
“I’m an Angel of the Lord,” Cas said. “And I’ve read TIN GOD. I didn’t expect the ending. And nothing surprises me.”
Sam offered me his hand. “Sorry we’ve got to cut this short. Good luck with the contest.”
“Yeah,” Dean slapped me on the back. “And thanks for meeting us here. We’re sort of skittish about going into unfamiliar places.” He glanced at the angel, and then at his brother. “You know, if you’re in town later, I might be around for a drink. Or, you know, whatever.”
I tried really hard to remind myself that I’m a happily married woman with a wonderful husband I only want to kill a couple of times a week. But Dean leaned closer, those bow-lips curled in a nearly irresistible smirk.
“Dean, I really shouldn’t.”
“Mom!” A piercing screech shattered the moment. “The satellite won’t work, and I need to watch Jesse!” My seven-year-old daughter stared at me, remote in hand. Her angry expression turned downright devilish. “And who is Dean? Mom and Dean, sitting in a tree…”
I blinked and realized I was stretched out in my recliner, with earphones on and Supernatural playing on the iPad. Dean Winchester smirked at the screen.
“Just a guy on a TV show.”
So much for sweet dreams.
About the author
Born in Indiana and raised in Iowa, Stacy Green earned degrees in journalism and sociology from Drake University. After a successful advertising career, Stacy became a proud stay-at-home mom to her miracle child. Now a full-time author, Stacy juggles her time between her demanding characters and supportive family. She loves reading, cooking, and the occasional gardening excursion. Stacy lives in Marion, Iowa with her husband Rob, their daughter Grace, and the family’s three obnoxious but lovable canine children.
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