It’s All About the Author…
1) Please tell us 5 interesting facts about
yourself that readers might not know about you …
I’m borderline OCD. I don’t think anyone but
my family knew that until now.
I’m a princess when it comes to my bed. Sheets
must be ironed. Yes. Ironed.
I once was an actress and on my way to New
York, when I met my husband and made a choice —him not New York.
My biggest fear is snakes. Give me a room of
spiders any day.
I’m not superstitious until Friday the
Thirteenth, then I’m totally a Triskaidecaphobic!
2) What do you like to do in your spare time?
I never think of having spare time, just as I
never think of having spare money. All of it is essential, and I value it as if
I don’t have another minute or another dollar in my future.
3) Is there one book that you love to read over
and over again? If so, what is it and
what is it that keeps you coming back to it?
The only book I’ve re-read several times is
Alice in Wonderland, and that’s because I read it to my kids and a passel of
nieces and nephews.
4) How did you get started writing and have you
always wanted to be an author?
I read an article about “cutting” and I
couldn’t understand why young people would intentionally hurt themselves. I set
out to find the answer, planning to write an article. It wound up as a
fictional account in Sliding on the Edge. That’s how I began. When the
publisher asked what I had for them next, I came up with book two, The Princess
of Las Pulgas. I was on that slippery slope, so there was no stopping.
5) If you for some reason couldn’t be an author,
what would your other choice be?
I’d be a white
water river guide. I love to run rivers, and that job would let me do it a lot.
6) Did you like school? Were you a good student?
I liked some classes. English (no surprise there),
but I also loved geometry (go figure). I got A’s in those classes, but algebra?
Absolutely hated that. I think I scraped through that with a C-.
7) When
you write, is there a specific way you have to write, ie: certain room, noise or quiet, computer or
paper etc…
All I need is a quiet space. I don’t care what
I write with, but I do most of my writing on the computer.
8) If you
could write a collaboration with another author, do you have one in mind and
what would you write?
I’d love to write with another author. I envy
those writing teams I read about. Kami Garcia is a sweetheart, and she writes
great stories, so I’d choose her to team with.
9) How do
you come up with your story ideas?
*Scratches head.*
If I knew the answer to this one, I’d be so happy. The honest answer is just
about everywhere, anytime. The stories usually surprise me, like cats that jump
from behind the couch.
10)
Do titles stump
you or do they come easy? When do you
pick a title, before the story is written or when it’s done?
I’m all over the
place with titling. And I’ve learned that even if I think I have the greatest
title in the world, publishers might not agree. My first book I titled Bad Ass
Attitude, but the publisher thought it was too “raw.” They changed it to
Sliding on the Edge.
11)
Do you keep a
notebook near you for when new ideas pop into your head?
I write notes just
about everywhere on anything. I have a pile of ticket stubs, cash receipts,
bank deposit slips with notes on them. I do have notebooks, and I use them up
quickly. I never know what I can use or when I’ll use it, but I’m pretty
compulsive about those notes.
12)
If you write a
series, do you re-read your previous books before you begin the new one?
I’m partial to single books, but I’ve
written one sequel and that will be out in February if all
goes as planned. I did
reread the first book and I noted the details, so I could be consistent in book two I should mention that these are my middle grades: Alligators Overhead and The Great Time Disaster (coming soon).
I haven’t written a YA
sequel.
13)
How does your family feel about your writing?
They’re supportive. They don’t
understand how this all started and
often ask me why I do it. I still don’t have an
answer for that.
Thanks for hosting me today! Really enjoyed
answering your questions. Hope I did okay.
Thanks for sharing “you as an
author” with us ! You did a great job
and we hope you’ll come back and visit again soon!
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Sudden
Secrets
C. Lee
McKenzie
YA Romantic Suspense, 62k words
Released Dec. 19, Evernight Teen
One
Secret
Cleo has
struggled to heal after her baby sister’s death, but the flashbacks to the
accident won’t go away. With the move, she vows to keep her tragedy a secret
and avoid pitying looks.
One
Mystery
Something’s
strange about the abandoned house across the street—flashes of light late at
night and small flickers of movement that only someone looking for them would
see.
Everyone
says the house is deserted, but Cleo is sure it isn’t, and she’s sure whoever
is inside is watching her.
Another
Secret
In one
night, Belleza’s life changes forever. So famous, her only choice is to hide
her secret from the world so she can silence small town bigotry.
Then Cleo
happens.
14+
due to adult situations
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Excerpt:
It had been
a terrible and very long journey from that tragic Christmas to now, and I
couldn’t think about
losing another one of us. We’d each done all we could to live without Aziza.
Dad went as
far away as possible from where the accident happened. Mom sold
our house and moved us to a new town. Still, we weren’t over that December day.
Mom buried
herself in her work for long hours.
Grandpa
pulled into himself, wearing that glazed look he’d adopted before the funeral.
I was almost
sure he’d
wear that look for the rest of his life. He loved Aziza. And what wasn’t there to love? Beautiful
golden girl, my mom called her, forever poking her four-year-old nose
around the corner daring any of us to chase her. Teasing, begging for
attention, which we gave because we couldn’t resist her…
Grandpa
loved my sister a lot. I was afraid he loved me very little now.
I wasn’t so fond of myself, either. I shut
out all of my Buena Vista friends and started running alone.
From the
window over the kitchen sink I watched Nefertiti as she sat on the step,
preening in a sunny spot around the back of the house. I went out to sit with
her, stroking her fur and surveying the weedy backyard that Mom hadn’t had time to think about. She kept
saying she planned to hire a gardener, but there was always something that
derailed that plan. In September, it was the new show at the museum that she
had to set up by October. She was in charge of staging the Egyptian pieces
coming on loan, but she was shorthanded and putting in extra time to make up
for only having two assistants. It was going to be a while before the toilet
and other debris disappeared.
It was all
too depressing to look at, so I walked around to the front and for a minute
glanced at the windows of the house across the street. I almost expected to see
someone staring out at me. I couldn’t shake the creeped out feeling I got every time I looked at
that place.
I knelt to
check my laces, and then I was racing down the street, hoping to shed old
fears, old thoughts . . . at least for a while. I was at the end of the block,
deciding which way to turn, when I spotted Grandpa. I went in the opposite
direction, so neither one of us had to pretend that everything was all right
since that letter from Dad.
The high
school was only four blocks away––one of the reasons, Mom said, she chose this
location. It also had one of the best academic ratings in the valley. Another
reason she told me she zeroed in on our cozy cul-de-sac.
When I
reached the school, I stared up at the two-storied building where I’d spend my last two years of high
school. Then what? Junior college, or a job at K-Mart? I worried that I’d bomb
on my SAT’s. I’d bombed on almost everything, hadn’t I? My grades, my friends––being a
sister.
I walked up
the stone path, leading to the main doors, imagining that first day here, my
stomach balling up with worry just on the edge of dread. That first day was
going to be the worst.
Off to my
right, a thick oak sheltered tables with benches, so I jogged across the lawn
and sat on the wooden slats and thought about how it was going to be when
school started. Everything new. Everything different. The stares all newbies
get. Nobody would know who I was or why I was here. They wouldn’t know my mom was famous for her
books on Egypt, or that my dad was an archeologist—the one people called when they dug
up important ancientanything in the Middle East. But they’d know something was different about
me the minute they heard my name. Cleopatra wasn’t on any baby name list they’d ever read. Neither was Aziza, but
she was too little for her name to embarrass her. She’d only just learned what it
meant. Precious. And she was that. She was.
A breeze
brushed my cheek and I shivered. I thought I’d gotten over feeling that chill, but
the healing process wasn’t just slow, it was uneven, too. Sometimes Aziza was only a
whisper inside me, and then her image would spring from around the corner just
like she used to, full of mischief and giggles. Then there would be that moment
when the memory of the chilled air of our old entryway blasted across my face.
Stop it.
I jumped to
my feet and jogged to the track behind the high school as fast as I could. I
didn’t have a devil at
my back, but I had a tiny ghost that shadowed me when I stayed still for very
long.
About the Author:
C. Lee McKenzie is a native
Californian who grew up in a lot of different places; then landed in the Santa
Cruz Mountains where she lives with her family and miscellaneous pets—usually
strays that find her rather than the other way around. She writes most of the
time, gardens and hikes and does yoga a lot, and then travels whenever she can.
Her favorite destinations are Turkey and Nicaragua, but because she had family
in England, Switzerland, and Spain she goes there when she can.
She takes on modern issues that today's
teens face in their daily lives. Her first young adult novel, Sliding on the
Edge, which dealt with cutting and suicide was published in 2009. Her second,
titled The Princess of Las Pulgas, dealing with a family who loses everything
and must rebuild their lives came out in 2010. She just published her first
middle grade novel titled Alligators Overhead.
Giveaway:
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