Yapping with Author Diane Dooley
Today we have one of the most fun folks in the galaxy with us, Agent Z from the Galaxy Express! She’s also a newly minted author writing under the code name of Diane Dooley. Because the Galactic Police are after her, and we want you able to find her books, we’ll refer to her by her code name from now on.
Diane, welcome to the Blah, Blah, Blah Blog, where the men are all handsome, the women are all gorgeous, and the yap runs wild and free.
I’ve come to the right place!
You have indeed! Before we get into the interview, I’d like to catch those who might not know up on all that is Diane. She was born in the Channel Islands and grew up in Scotland. After many years of bumming around she finally settled down in Upstate New York, where the summers are short and the winters just might just kill you dead. She lives with her best friend/husband, who can’t fix a damn thing, and two obstreperous boy children in a falling-down farmhouse in the sticks. She is very happy.
When she is not writing science fiction, romance or horror - sometimes all in the same story - she can be found chasing after her children with a big stick, geeking out with her husband, working a full-time job, indulging her addiction to Youtube or, most likely, with her nose deep in a book.
Isn’t she cool? So, without any more delay, on to the burning questions!
Q. What prompted you to become a writer? Was it voices in your head, a burning desire to tell a story, or just too creative for your own bad self?
A. Heck, no. I’m in it for the money. Really. I was a stay-at-home mom with a workaholic husband, the above-mentioned falling-down farmhouse and two children with an unrelenting (and perfectly understandable) desire for expensive Star Wars toys. I decided to get rich the easy way by banging out novels. Just because I’ve spent more on printer paper than I’ve made from my writing is besides the point.
Q. Money? There’s money in this? Wait a minute…oh. The agent says it comes ‘in time’. I assume that means it’s heading to us from a galaxy far, far away. But, onward. Writing styles -- outline or wing it, music (and what kind) or silence, chaos or serenity, only novels or other lengths as well?
A. Usually I’ve got something brilliant worked out in my head before I even start writing. It turns into something mediocre as I type it all out. Then I whip myself into a frenzy of editing and polishing until I’ve got something halfway decent. Then I send it off to a prospective victim/publisher and wallow in margarita-fuelled misery until I hear back.
Silence? What is that? If I waited for silence in my busy household I’d never get a thing written. I don’t listen to music while I write because music is too important and takes up all of my attention (see above-mentioned Youtube addiction.) I DO listen to music to get me in the mood for certain types of scenes. Here (http://dianedooley.wordpress.com/2011/02/19/sexy-songs-for-writing-sex-scenes/) for instance, are some of the songs that help me get in the mood for writing sex scenes.
I write in all lengths, from flash fiction to novels, and in a variety of genres. I wish I could say that I follow my muse, but I actually think it’s more like attention-deficit disorder.
Q. Soul sister! I knew I loved you. Your first Science Fiction Romance novella, Blue Galaxy, is going to be released…TOMORROW. So, in honor of your big release, give us the ol’ author overview.
Falling in love is easy; staying alive long enough to enjoy it just might be impossible.
Javan Rhodes, the hard-drinking, disreputable captain of space freighter The Kypris, took a mission to save himself from hitting the bottom of the food chain. Transporting Sola, a beautiful young aristocrat, from Earth to an unknown destination on the outer rim of the colonies is lucrative, but also highly illegal.
As tough as it is to evade both the law and the lawless, the hardest part of the job is not falling in love with his irresistible cargo. Just as he decides that he will never be able to hand her over to the warlord she must marry, he discovers that Sola has been playing a very dangerous game—one that could not only cost them their lives, but could also affect the balance of power in an increasingly dangerous universe.
Basically, it’s sex and violence. In space. With Greeks.
Q. You speak my language. Next up, can we have an excerpt?
Javan shuffled in the dry dust, covering a smattering of blood he’d missed.
The group finally navigated around the bots and cargo pallets and stopped in front of him. He noted the ultraviolet of the protective devices beneath their pale blue cloaks, though the light was barely visible under the harsh Greek sun. He offered his hand to the nearest Blue. The group regarded his hand but did not turn off their protection—except one. A slight figure stepped to the front and placed a hand in his.
“Captain Rhodes?” she said in a low voice, giving him a firm handshake.
He nodded, distracted by her soft golden skin.
“My name is Sola. I am your cargo.” She pulled the blue hood away from her face, revealing sparkling brown eyes, and stared with such fierce intensity that it shook him.
She smiled.
And Captain Javan Rhodes, gazing on what had to be the most exquisite face in the entire universe, felt his heart twist as he fell instantly, irrevocably and most definitely in love.
Q. Way cool! Sounds hot already. So, what’s it like, going from running from the Galactic Police to becoming a published author? It is like joining the Establishment or are you still keepin’ it gangsta?
A. Myself and Agent Z are currently embroiled in a fight to the death over who is in charge. Every now and then she finds she has a strange urge to can up homemade apple sauce and bake artisan bread. Every now and then I find myself wanting to annihilate every tentacle monster in the galaxy. We’re trying to work out a custody agreement. Liberal applications of gargleblasters keep us both happy.
Q. What’s next for you? Sequels, prequels, something different, heading to Disneyland?
A. Went to Disney, had a short but passionate affair with Goofy, he was marvelous. Next up is the second episode of the Blue Galaxy saga, followed by two contemporary romance novels. I’ve got a couple of horror short stories coming out over the summer. After that I’ll probably look up Goofy again. He was THAT good.
Q. Wow, I always knew Donald Duck had it goin’ on, but Goofy was a well kept secret. Until now. Goofy, who knew? Other than you, I mean. Other than your torrid affair with Goofy, what’s one fact about you that someone who didn’t know you well or hasn’t read this blog wouldn’t know? Make it juicy -- my readers expect.
A. Okay, Gini, you evil wench. This is you getting me back for all those awful questions Agent Z asked you, isn’t it? Okay, here goes: There was once a man I had fallen madly in love with. He seemed to like me too, but spent an awful lot of time and energy running away and avoiding me (I can’t imagine why!) One night in a bar I slapped him hard in the face and demanded he take me to bed. And every year on our anniversary, that we fondly refer to as Slap Day, I give him a sharp one to the jaw and we fall in love all over again. The End.
ROFL! Awesome! Thanks so much for being here today. You can find Diane any number of ways, and here are most of them:
Blog: http://dianedooley.wordpress.com/
Group Blog: http://contactinfinitefutures.wordpress.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Diane-Dooley/146280878746604?sk=wall
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4737760.Diane_Dooley
Now, Diane’s got a special treat for us. She’s giving away 2 copies of her novella, Blue Galaxy, to 2 lucky members of the Alien Collective. Just answer this question and leave your email address in order to be entered to win: What’s the proper color for a galaxy to be, and why?
Contest open through Sunday, May 15th. Winners announced on the Blog in the week of May 16th.
Diane, welcome to the Blah, Blah, Blah Blog, where the men are all handsome, the women are all gorgeous, and the yap runs wild and free.
I’ve come to the right place!
You have indeed! Before we get into the interview, I’d like to catch those who might not know up on all that is Diane. She was born in the Channel Islands and grew up in Scotland. After many years of bumming around she finally settled down in Upstate New York, where the summers are short and the winters just might just kill you dead. She lives with her best friend/husband, who can’t fix a damn thing, and two obstreperous boy children in a falling-down farmhouse in the sticks. She is very happy.
When she is not writing science fiction, romance or horror - sometimes all in the same story - she can be found chasing after her children with a big stick, geeking out with her husband, working a full-time job, indulging her addiction to Youtube or, most likely, with her nose deep in a book.
Isn’t she cool? So, without any more delay, on to the burning questions!Q. What prompted you to become a writer? Was it voices in your head, a burning desire to tell a story, or just too creative for your own bad self?
A. Heck, no. I’m in it for the money. Really. I was a stay-at-home mom with a workaholic husband, the above-mentioned falling-down farmhouse and two children with an unrelenting (and perfectly understandable) desire for expensive Star Wars toys. I decided to get rich the easy way by banging out novels. Just because I’ve spent more on printer paper than I’ve made from my writing is besides the point.
Q. Money? There’s money in this? Wait a minute…oh. The agent says it comes ‘in time’. I assume that means it’s heading to us from a galaxy far, far away. But, onward. Writing styles -- outline or wing it, music (and what kind) or silence, chaos or serenity, only novels or other lengths as well?
A. Usually I’ve got something brilliant worked out in my head before I even start writing. It turns into something mediocre as I type it all out. Then I whip myself into a frenzy of editing and polishing until I’ve got something halfway decent. Then I send it off to a prospective victim/publisher and wallow in margarita-fuelled misery until I hear back.
Silence? What is that? If I waited for silence in my busy household I’d never get a thing written. I don’t listen to music while I write because music is too important and takes up all of my attention (see above-mentioned Youtube addiction.) I DO listen to music to get me in the mood for certain types of scenes. Here (http://dianedooley.wordpress.com/2011/02/19/sexy-songs-for-writing-sex-scenes/) for instance, are some of the songs that help me get in the mood for writing sex scenes.
I write in all lengths, from flash fiction to novels, and in a variety of genres. I wish I could say that I follow my muse, but I actually think it’s more like attention-deficit disorder.
Q. Soul sister! I knew I loved you. Your first Science Fiction Romance novella, Blue Galaxy, is going to be released…TOMORROW. So, in honor of your big release, give us the ol’ author overview.
Falling in love is easy; staying alive long enough to enjoy it just might be impossible.Javan Rhodes, the hard-drinking, disreputable captain of space freighter The Kypris, took a mission to save himself from hitting the bottom of the food chain. Transporting Sola, a beautiful young aristocrat, from Earth to an unknown destination on the outer rim of the colonies is lucrative, but also highly illegal.
As tough as it is to evade both the law and the lawless, the hardest part of the job is not falling in love with his irresistible cargo. Just as he decides that he will never be able to hand her over to the warlord she must marry, he discovers that Sola has been playing a very dangerous game—one that could not only cost them their lives, but could also affect the balance of power in an increasingly dangerous universe.
Basically, it’s sex and violence. In space. With Greeks.
Q. You speak my language. Next up, can we have an excerpt?
Javan shuffled in the dry dust, covering a smattering of blood he’d missed.
The group finally navigated around the bots and cargo pallets and stopped in front of him. He noted the ultraviolet of the protective devices beneath their pale blue cloaks, though the light was barely visible under the harsh Greek sun. He offered his hand to the nearest Blue. The group regarded his hand but did not turn off their protection—except one. A slight figure stepped to the front and placed a hand in his.
“Captain Rhodes?” she said in a low voice, giving him a firm handshake.
He nodded, distracted by her soft golden skin.
“My name is Sola. I am your cargo.” She pulled the blue hood away from her face, revealing sparkling brown eyes, and stared with such fierce intensity that it shook him.
She smiled.
And Captain Javan Rhodes, gazing on what had to be the most exquisite face in the entire universe, felt his heart twist as he fell instantly, irrevocably and most definitely in love.
Q. Way cool! Sounds hot already. So, what’s it like, going from running from the Galactic Police to becoming a published author? It is like joining the Establishment or are you still keepin’ it gangsta?
A. Myself and Agent Z are currently embroiled in a fight to the death over who is in charge. Every now and then she finds she has a strange urge to can up homemade apple sauce and bake artisan bread. Every now and then I find myself wanting to annihilate every tentacle monster in the galaxy. We’re trying to work out a custody agreement. Liberal applications of gargleblasters keep us both happy.
Q. What’s next for you? Sequels, prequels, something different, heading to Disneyland?
A. Went to Disney, had a short but passionate affair with Goofy, he was marvelous. Next up is the second episode of the Blue Galaxy saga, followed by two contemporary romance novels. I’ve got a couple of horror short stories coming out over the summer. After that I’ll probably look up Goofy again. He was THAT good.
Q. Wow, I always knew Donald Duck had it goin’ on, but Goofy was a well kept secret. Until now. Goofy, who knew? Other than you, I mean. Other than your torrid affair with Goofy, what’s one fact about you that someone who didn’t know you well or hasn’t read this blog wouldn’t know? Make it juicy -- my readers expect.
A. Okay, Gini, you evil wench. This is you getting me back for all those awful questions Agent Z asked you, isn’t it? Okay, here goes: There was once a man I had fallen madly in love with. He seemed to like me too, but spent an awful lot of time and energy running away and avoiding me (I can’t imagine why!) One night in a bar I slapped him hard in the face and demanded he take me to bed. And every year on our anniversary, that we fondly refer to as Slap Day, I give him a sharp one to the jaw and we fall in love all over again. The End.
ROFL! Awesome! Thanks so much for being here today. You can find Diane any number of ways, and here are most of them:
Blog: http://dianedooley.wordpress.com/
Group Blog: http://contactinfinitefutures.wordpress.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Diane-Dooley/146280878746604?sk=wall
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4737760.Diane_Dooley
Now, Diane’s got a special treat for us. She’s giving away 2 copies of her novella, Blue Galaxy, to 2 lucky members of the Alien Collective. Just answer this question and leave your email address in order to be entered to win: What’s the proper color for a galaxy to be, and why?
Contest open through Sunday, May 15th. Winners announced on the Blog in the week of May 16th.
Labels: Agent Z, author interview, Blue Galaxy, book giveaway, Diane Dooley, Disney, Disneyland, Donald Duck, gini koch, Goofy, The Galaxy Express
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22 Comments:
No need to enter me in the contest... my copy arrived Kindle this weekend.
Proper color for the galaxy to be...dark blue to black with popping colors here in there for galaxies, stars, asteriods etc.
oh and as to the why --> because I said. (ah I bet that sounds rather arrogant but its true -- at least in my world.) :)
Green!
Just because it's my favourite colour, that should be reason enough.
Wouldn't a purple galaxy be lovely? Neon pink?
But, red galaxies are generally elliptical and consist of older stars. Blue galaxies are spiral like our own Milky Way and are newer stars in comparison.
Loved the interview! :) All the best to Diane for your release tomorrow!
Blue, of course!
acm05atjuno.com
The proper color for the galaxy is Blue of course, because after all the infamous Agent Z would only call it as it is.
Thanks for the great interview. It was a treat to read.
A galaxy should be iridescent - the gossamer wings of a fairie - to reflect all the beautiful, wonderousness that it is. Yes, I'm making up words, but I love to do it! :)
Awesome interview! I'm keeping my eye out for Goofy. Although I kinda had my suspicion after Minnie showed up with a black eye ...
cruel_rose_2002@yahoo.com
Great interview, I'm starting to think of Goofy in a whole new way and it's a bit mind-blowing. But, I love the "Slap Day" incident the best. *G* I think a galaxy is black with a mash-up of swirling and sparkling colors to make it stand out and shine. But, that's me.
My copy of BG is also waiting in my Kindle, so please don't enter me in the contest. My answer, however, is purple.
Fantastic interview, ladies! I've never said this about a slap before, but...awwwwww! How sweet!
But Goofy? Really? Does he do that "Hu-yuck-a-yuck" sound when he, yanno...OK, nevermind.
Silver. Because I said so and as I AM THE VAMPIRE QUEEN (gawd I don't know how many times I need to tell people this over and over, it's really getting old folks! What I saw is LAW. End of story.)
If you need more info on that well...silver is the best color in the world. :)
rock out with your space boots.
k28dalton(@)yahoo(dot)com
Violet. It's just letters away from being almost violent, violate and simply a gorgeous color. It smells sweet and flirts with blue.
amberscottbooks at gmail dot com
I LOVED the interview! Totally crackin' me up.
Thanks for the welcome!
I knew I should have kept quiet about Goofy. Now all y'all are gonna want a piece of that fine stuff. And it's not like I can hide him.
*sigh*
ROFLMAO! The two of you always slay me.
Congratulations on your release, Diane! No need to enter me in the contest because I've already read *and* bought BLUE GALAXY and yes, in that order!
Love the fresh angle of the story being written entirely from the hero's POV. Love. It. And Javan makes it worth the trip.
I also enjoyed Sola's character arc and did not see it coming (Sola *coming*, on the other hand, was a different story, hyuk!).
By the way, any chance you might pen a sci-fi romance tale starring Goofy? Don't worry about rights; I know Disney wouldn't mind if you borrowed him....
White. My first thought was blue but I decided white is the absence of color and therefore any colors that formed as planets formed would really show up. Plus, paper is white and if I was drawing a galaxy that would be my starting point. Thanks for the giveaway.
jepebATverizonDOTnet
I'm with the purple fans! From lavender to almost-black purple and all the shades in between.
Good luck on the new release!
Hmmm. "Goofy in Space." "Goofy Does Venus." "Goofy; Starship Commander."
Lawdy, I'll be writing Goofy fanfic next.
I've always been partial to pink, such as the bubble nebula, NGC 7635. Not sure what makes it pink, what kind of gasses. Maybe someone will tell me!
outredgeous at gmail dot com
A galaxy's colors range beyond what we can see with our eyes... but my favorite part would be one that appears silvery-white. :)
Fun interview, thanks!
@Diane I'll take what I can get. But just think--you'll corner the market!
Wow... never thought about it before... but I guess it would have to be a blue-black with iridescence star-lights...
as for why? Because it sounds good...
Thanks for a chance to win... love find new authors.
Kelly M
crazybookfairy(AT)gmail.com
I imagine a galaxy to be dark - an absence of light more than color. BLUE GALAXY looks wonderful.
marypres@gmail.com
Gosh, you're an imaginative bunch. Great responses, everyone!
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