Sunday, May 5, 2013

Liza O'Connor interviews Lyndi Alexander - LOVE ME, KISS ME, KILL ME

Welcome Peeps. Today we have Lyndi Alexander to talk about her book Love me, Kiss me, Kill me.

Peep Rep: If you want us to vote on which one should be done to you, I vote #3.

Liza: Actually I was discussing what should be done to you.

Peep Rep: In that case, #1.

Liza: Why not #2?

Peep Rep: I don't know who is doing the kissing. That matters. A lot.



Liza: Yeah, I see your point. So let's settle on Love and welcome Lyndi Alexander.


Lyndi: Hi, thanks for having me over.

Peep Rep: Did you bring me a prize to win. I love winning prizes?

Lyndi: In fact I have. For one lucky commenter who answers my question I'll  send you a PDF of Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me.

Liza: Lyndi! No talking to Peep Rep.

Lyndi: You talk to him. Why can't I?

Liza: Because he's out of control as it is. So let's first discuss this provocatively named book.

Liza: That's a fabulous title and cover. Can you tell us a bit about the book.

Lyndi: Sure. Here's the Blurb:


Running away isn’t necessarily the answer.

In her mad rush to escape a failed marriage, Sara Woods takes the first job available and lands in the middle of a mystery. Her first assignment as a news reporter for the Ralston Courier is the investigation of a string of deaths, all young women, all her age.


She becomes a patient at the Goldstone Clinic, a local mecca of healing, to deal with chronic pain from her past. But all is not as it seems at the Goldstone, its doctors and nurses are all the picture of perfect beauty and health. Patients at the clinic first seem to get better, then they deteriorate. 

Sara enlists the help of Dr. Rick Paulsen, who teaches her how to access her internal power, skills she never knew she had, revealing secrets from her past. Police officer Brendon Zale also takes an interest in Sara, but he acts like a stalker, watching her every move, and he won’t leave her alone.

As she digs deeper into the story, and more young women die without explanation, she tries to choose allies wisely, but not till the last confrontation does she discover the identity of her true enemy.

By then, it’s too late.


Peep Rep: That sounds really good!  Do you have an excerpt:

Lyndi: Here's an excerpt.


“You’ve got to see this.” He was pale, shaken. I followed him down the hall to what must be the cooled embalming room, where a body lay on the table amid trays of long metal tools and other things I just didn’t want to think about someone using on me. He closed that door and locked it when we were inside. The damp chill in the air made me shiver. His hands were shaking, and I could swear I saw tears in his eyes.
            “Ben, are you all right? You don’t look good.”
            “Look!” He pulled the sheet back to reveal an elderly, wrinkled woman, her hair silver-white, skin age-spotted.
            I raised an eyebrow. “It’s a dead body. An old woman.” He’d called me here for this?
            He chewed his lip, staring down at the corpse. “This is Ulrike von Dorn.”
            If I’d been drinking coffee, I would have done a major spit-take. “She—what?” I stared, then inched closer, a sick feeling on my tongue. “That can’t be. I was there. She was maybe… thirty. Maybe. I mean, she could have dyed her hair, maybe. But—”
            My throat choked up at the thought of being close to Ulrike’s dead body, especially under these circumstances. Inside my stomach, butterflies tried wildly to escape at the thought of getting near her, half expecting her mouth to open, and those thin, dried lips to pull back, and the horrible, sharp teeth of my vision would fasten on my arm and—
            A little scream slipped from my mouth, and I slapped a hand over it, with a guilty look at the funeral director. 


Liza: Fabulous! Let's get those buy links up while the iron is hot.


BUY LINKS

Liza: Now let's get to the interview. What's your favorite part of writing? 


Lyndi: Working on a sticky plot point, where SOMETHING has to happen, and it’s not obvious how to get there. Then the magic happens and I figure it out. Making the magic flow is wonderful.

Liza: How does your family feel about your writing and you being an author?

Lyndi: They think it’s a lovely hobby and are glad it keeps me off the streets so they don’t have to come make my bail when I get restless.

Liza: Hobby? Writing not a hobby. It's a calling!

BREAKING FOXLIKE NEWS--NO TIME TO CHECK FACTS.

While Lyndi Alexander uses writing as a deterrent to commit crimes, her family thinks it's a hobby. The hobby remark has caused the entire writing community (Population 200 million and increasing by the hour) to riot over the arduous task of writing/publishing/marketing being delegated down to a hobby.

Crime rate has jumped by 500,000 %. Authors are incensed, indignant, wrathful, exasperated, perturbed, infuriated, riled, wild-eyed, and vexed.

As are, for some reason, hobbyists.

Lyndi: I didn't intend to cause a world-wide riot with my answer.

Liza: You know what they say: Even bad press is good press. We'll just move along. So what's the best piece of advice anyone has ever offered you about writing?

Lyndi: Write.
Really. Just write. And keep on till you get finished. Then start again.

Liza: Hopefully, you mean start on a new story. Otherwise you're writing Ground Hog Day over and over.

Just in case you're a teen and don't know this 1993 movie: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog_Day_(film)


How'd you/your muse come up with this story?

Lyndi: I studied for a time several years ago with an Eastern-trained yogi, who used a lot of unusual techniques to teach people to learn about their inner power. Some of the exercises in the book that Dr. Rick uses with Sara are drawn from that. It was interesting to expand my self-awareness and share that experience in the class; there was still plenty of what my one friend dubbed “ooga-booga” medicine in that.  J

BREAKING FOXLIKE NEWS -- NO TIME FOR FACT CHECKS
Lyndi Alexander engages in Magic, inner powers, and ooga-booga medicine. 
Do not piss her off.

Lyndi: You really are bad Liza.

Liza: Not me. That's Foxlike News. Now try to remain focused on the interview:

If your main character had been allowed to write the novel rather than you, how would the story have been different?

Lyndi: Sara probably would have written shorter sentences. And maybe written it with the ending first, since the final outcome is really the most significant part of the story. Because that’s what you do when you’re a journalist, write the inverted pyramid style. 

Liza: Actually, I was a journalist for a short time and know that. Our novels would be very different if written like this.

Frankly, Scarlot, I don't give a damn!
And then you read 10,000 pages to discover why.

Lyndi: Now you're being silly. Gone with the Wind was not 10,000 pages long.

Liza: Seemed like it. So how is your life different from Stephen King’s? 

Lyndi: He’s married to a writer, who understands what pursuing the muse is about. That has to be easier than dealing with a real family, who actually thinks dinner should be served on time. Every day, even. Ingrates.

Liza: I was going to insist Tabitha was a poet, but wikipedia says she's an author and actress. Clearly my source, Stephen King, was wrong. You would think he'd know more about his wife. After all, she's helped, encouraged and critiqued him for a half century. 

Lyndi: You're getting riled up.

Liza: Sorry. So tell us the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. 

Lyndi: I married the same guy I'd already divorced once and apparently thought things would turn out differently. They didn’t. (But I got a wonderful daughter out of it, so it wasn’t a total waste).

Liza: I'd scold you for that, but honestly I think most of us has taken back a boyfriend, significant other, or ex.  For me it was my first, second and third-love. (Same boyfriend) Never worked. 

And for the short 2 years I was married, my husband tried to kill me in accidents three times. And I failed to catch on the first two times. 
So compared to me, you appear to be a genius.

Lydia: That's a pretty low bar to jump over.

Liza: Sad but true. Describe the heroine in five words. 
Lyndi: Determined, empathetic, vulnerable, loyal, suspicious 

Liza: How does the reality of being a writer compare to the one TV writers live? 

Lyndi: When I worked as a journalist at the South Dade News Leader, I didn’t get to investigate crimes with the local police, but I really did get to do a lot of interesting things just for the asking. I flew the F-14 airplane simulator at Homestead Air Force Base—totally destroyed a six million dollar machine in about 15 seconds flat. I went out on a Coast Guard patrol in Biscayne Bay looking for drugs. I interviewed drug dealers, senators, farmers, college professors, national weather experts, pretty much anyone I wanted. So that was pretty awesome.

As a novelist, it’s not nearly as exciting. I travel to various locations for background work, like visiting Montana for my Clan Elves’ series and this summer, the Florida Keys for my historical pirate romance, but I think the most adventurous person I’ve spoken to was a salesman at Radio Shack who explained how cellphones’ GPS works. Yay.

Liza: When I was a journalist, I only got to interview little boys taking ballad and the new minister in town. I made the interviews exciting as I could. But it wasn't easy.

Lyndi: Those poor people. I hope the little boy survived and the minister didn't lose his faith.

Liza: *shrugs* It's the past, get over it. Now it's time to fess up. I've done a bit of research and uncovered some disturbing facts about you. 

Lyndi: Like what?

Liza: *stands up and leans over the interrogation table* Just answer the question!

Lyndi: Okay...What question?

Liza: Are you really as crazy and twisted as the characters you write about, and should readers be worried that you’re going to stalk them?

Lyndi: Um, wow. That’s a little personal. But, let’s see.   Maybe I am. You have seven kids and see what it does for your mental health. 

Liza: Do NOT threaten me with seven kids. I have the appropriate number that I can care for: ZERO.
What about the stalking charge?

Lyndi: At what gas costs these days? No I'm not stalking anyone--unless they live in biking distance. *slow smile*


QUESTION FOR END OF INTERVIEW/contest  —How far would you go to protect a good friend who’s on a wrong path in life? Would you risk your life?

Peep Rep: That's two questions. Do I get two chances if I answer them both?

Lyndi: Sorry, no.

Liza: What did I say about not talking to Peep Rep?

Lyndi: But he asked a very good question.

Liza: While Peep Rep is working on his answers here some stalking info about Lyndi. Remember, she took the same guy back twice--she's gullible.

Peep Rep: What does that make you?

Liza: Pathetic. Now get back to answering your questions so you can win a copy of Love Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me.

Thanks for coming by Lyndi. You've been a great guest.



STALKING INFORMATION FOR LYNDI ALEXANDER


Lyndi Alexander dreamed for many years of being a spaceship captain, but settled instead for inspired excursions into fictional places with fascinating companions from her imagination that she likes to share with others. She has been a published writer for over thirty years, including seven years as a reporter and editor at a newspaper in Homestead, Florida. Her list of publications is eclectic, from science fiction to romance to horror, from tech reporting to television reviews. Lyndi is married to an absent-minded computer geek. Together, they have a dozen computers, seven children and a full house in northwestern Pennsylvania.

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17 comments:

  1. Thanks for the hilarious and down to earth interview. This blurb and excerpt are fascinating. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thanks Toni. Glad you enjoyed it. The book sounds really good, doesn't it?

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  2. Hilarious interview ladies. And great x surp.

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    1. Thanks Daryl. We had fun with this interview. I agree, the excerpt sounds great.

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  3. This was a fantastic interview. Although I'm seriously hoping you made up the part about your husband trying to kill you, Lisa. Tweeted.

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    1. Nope- that's actually true. But it took me three times to figure out what he was doing. I only figured it out because the third time he had to deliberately not do what he was suppose to do. (Death by accident is not a reliable murder method--not when I have such a hardworking guardian angel.)

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  4. Hey, you can never underestimate the ingenuity of evil husbands. I'm a divorce attorney. I know.

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    1. Ah, then you've probably seen it all.

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  5. Great x surp and loved the fun interview.

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    1. Yes, back to Lyndi's fab book. That was a great Xsurp (as I call them) and I'm glad you enjoyed the interview.

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  6. Commenters, please note to win a copy of the book you need to answer Lyndi's question (see end of interview). If people don't start answering her question, I'm going to turn the camera back on and stalk you while you're reading.

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  7. Fantastically fun interview as usual, Liza. Glad you survived, Lyndi! In answer to your question, I would talk to a friend who was on a wrong path, I'd encourage them to go get counselling, and I'd help monetarily if I could. But I would not risk my life. I have too many books to write and two children to put through college!

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    1. Jenna, congrats on being the first person who answered Lyndi's questions. I bet you were the kid who always had their home work done. I spent an inordinate amount of time doing feasibility studies on excuses why I did not have my homework done. Honestly, I could have done the homework in the time it would take me to create scenarios and then put to them to life so I could test them out. Sadly, my shining masterpiece, my homework fluttered to the floor when the door opened to let the wet dogs in and my homework was destroyed by their wet feet.

      Sadly it translated to the teacher: So the dog ate your homework.

      I was flabbergasted. That wasn't what I said at all.

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  8. I just want to point out that LIZA is threatening to stalk people...not me. I'm very mild-mannered when not in superhero mode. Really. I promise. :)

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    1. LOL And I would like to point out that FoxLike News is declaring her a bike stalker. Not me.

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