Monday, July 15, 2013

BLITZ Interview with Falken's Woods author Sara Beth Cole

Falken's Wood
by Sara Beth Cole

ISBN: 1490316620
ASIN: 978-1490316628

Number of Pages: 183
Word Count: 57,000

Cover Artist: John Hoffmann at 640 Media Solutions

Blurb:After losing her mother, Regina Holler moves to a small town with her estranged Aunt Liddy.
In between making soap and learning about her peculiar family history, Regina stumbles across two brothers with problems of their own.

Jason and Landon swear that the woods she wanders through aren't haunted, but it seems the ghosts of Regina
’s past are set on colliding with the ghosts of Falken’s Woods.

Can you please share with us a little about yourself?
Have you always wanted to be an author?
 When I was in the third grade, my dad introduced me to a word processing program.  That was when I realized I wanted to be a writer.  I would sometimes want to be a teacher or something, but writing was something I've always loved.

Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing?
 I prefer writing in the morning with my coffee.  I write any time of day that I get an opportunity, but I'm more productive before the kids wake up.  I always have a mug of coffee with me.  It was a birthday gift from my children and says "Shhh...Mommy's not coherent yet."

Most challenging or rewarding part of writing?
 I'm most rewarded by the entire creativity process.  I love learning about the characters and watching how they would react in certain situations.  Sometimes I get so into it, I'll forget about everything I'm supposed to get done for the day and just write until I fall asleep at the computer.

Can you please tell us about your latest book?
Falken's Woods is a Young Adult Supernatural novel.  It's about a young girl who loses her mom.  Her aunt takes her in and she learns about her family history and hears the local legends regarding the woods where she spends her time while trying to deal with her loss.

How did you come with the idea for this story?
I saw a cottage in a commercial on TV that was covered in wildflowers.  I don't know what show they were advertising, but that cottage inspired the whole idea.

Can you share with us your current work in progress?
It's another Young Adult novel.  It doesn't have ghosts, but it's about a woman learning about a world full of supernatural and mythological creatures.  It's quite different than Falken's Woods.  In this story, the main character is supposed to free the supernatural races from the Fates.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
I have a few of them.  I love Douglas Adams.  The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is hilarious.  I also read a lot of John Irving and Robert Jordan.

Do you feel that any of your favorite authors have inspired your writing style?
I'm mostly inspired by authors I read as a child and a teen.  I loved Christopher Pike and L.J. Smith so much that I still look at their book titles with fond memories of enjoying their stories.  I was also beginning to explore more of my own writing back then.  I think that's why I'm moved to write YA novels.

Open your book to a random page and please reads us a few lines.
Okay, completely random.  This is from page 84
      Aunt Liddy took me to a small diner for a late lunch.  The dining room was decorated with tacky nautical trinkets.  Starfish and seashells dangled in nets that hung from the ceiling and several fish were stuffed and mounted on plaques that covered the walls.  A fishing pole above the counter hung a sign made of driftwood with "The Galley" painted on it.  Several booths were filled with families while a group of older men bordered the counter.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming releases?
I was skipping through the internet and found out that my daughter shared her uncommon name with a book character.  I, of course, worried what type of character she was.  So now, I feel the need to buy the Percy Jackson series and read through them all to make sure Annabeth isn't the bad guy!



          I raged silently in my loneliness, staring out the windshield as we followed the marshy fields along the coast.  It might have been nicer if it had been an ocean and not just a lake.  I used to love going to the beach near my home.  Now, I was going to be trapped in a world so different than my own.
          My aunt’s house is further upstate in a town that you couldn’t find on a map.  I was moving in with a woman I didn’t know in a town no one had ever heard of.  How’s that for loneliness?  I stared blankly out my window, ignoring the bubbly hymns she sang softly as she drove.  At least the emptiness of her town meant no one would be calling and visiting all day and night, disturbing me while I reveled in memories.  I hate how people think they’re your friend after you’ve suffered a tragedy, but were never around when you truly needed them.
          Aunt Liddy’s property bordered against a forest on two sides.  The closer side of her yard lead to a cornfield.  There was a clear separation between her lawn and the shadowy woods as if the trees and birds knew where the property line rested and wouldn’t dare to encroach on her private residence.  The two-story farmhouse was weather-worn, but clean.  It reminded me of the old houses where monsters lived in horror movies.  The wraparound porch boasted several chairs and couches and even a dining set.  Nobody would keep their furniture on a porch back home.  Nobody back home would eat on a porch, either.  I dreaded to see the interior.
          “This house has been owned by our family for four generations.  My great-grandfather built this house after he asked my great-grandmother to marry him.  Maybe one day, it will be your house,” she watched me as she spoke, expecting a response no doubt.  I just stared blankly out the windshield, pretending not to hear her.  There was no way I’d live out here on purpose.  Liddy shook her head as if she could hear my thoughts.
          The front door yawned open and we walked inside.  I gazed into my new prison.  Several windows filled the house with natural light.  Even on a cloudy day, she didn’t need to turn on a lamp.  The furniture appeared worn and faded and the floorboards looked warped and groaned under our feet.  I eyed a sagging couch that occupied the living room and wondered if the furnishings were four generations old, too.  I expected the smell of mildew and moth balls to overwhelm me when I entered.  It smelled pleasant, however.  It reminded me of a gentle mix of flowers and berries.
          “You can take the bigger guest bedroom upstairs.  It’s the last door to the  left,” Liddy instructed me.  “The bathroom is right next to it if you want to clean up.  If you can’t find anything or if you need fresh towels while you’re here, let me know.”
          I opened the door to my corner guest room and stared at it before entering.  The wooden floors and plaster walls were painted a repulsive olive green and the mission style furniture seemed as if they were at least as old as Aunt Liddy.  The mattress sagged on the decrepit bed.  Two walls boasted bare windows, letting in what little light they could, but it still seemed far too bright.
          I hesitated, unsure if I should bother unpacking.  She hadn’t told me how long I would be welcome.  Instead, I set my bags on my bed and stared out the window toward the forest behind her house.  Even in the heat of summer, the woods looks cool and soft, inviting.
          I had never even slept away from home before, not that I found myself sleeping much at all these days.  I was seventeen, I could have refused to come with her.  My voice had once again failed me as she led me to her car.  Instead, I had silently watched in horror as she packed my things into suitcases and drove me  away from the only home I knew.  I wanted to tell her that she had left so much behind.  She forgot things I couldn’t imagine living without, even for a little while.  I knew she wouldn’t let me go back and get my things, so I silently mourned the loss of everything I couldn’t have.
          Liddy appeared beside the doorway and shook her head.  “I’ll let you get settled in today,” she sighed in a way that made me feel as though I would be staying with her longer than I expected.  “But you need to get fresh air in those city lungs starting tomorrow.  There are a few deer trails that lead into the forest and a big garden out back.  I’ll show them to you later if you’re feeling up to it.  That wardrobe is empty so you might as well use it.”
          I carefully placed my clothes in the drawers of the wardrobe, noticing it smelled faintly of cedar, and settled my belongings in the room while learning my surroundings a little more.  I took an inventory of the clothes she had brought for me and what was left behind.  Once I finished, I showered and laid on the quilted bed and stared at the hideous olive ceiling.
          The house whispered and groaned as old houses tend to do, but that was the only noise I could hear.  At least now there weren’t dozens of people invading my house, making themselves comfortable on my mother’s furniture as if I had invited them into my seclusion.  At least here there were no intruders who refused to give me peace.  I knew they thought they were helping.  Some things that you think will help, won’t.  Silence in a strange world was better than invasion in my home.
          “It isn’t bedtime yet, Regina,” Liddy returned to my room and her mouth tightened into a thin line.  I had been wrong about being left in peace.  I could tell by the tone in her voice she was already frustrated with my mood, but that was unavoidable.  “Come on downstairs and let me show you the kitchen, I can give you a little tea that will help you feel a little better.  Maybe we can get that voice of yours working again, hmmm?”
          Liddy started heating water on her stove for tea as I sat at the table in her eat-in kitchen.  The floors throughout were a dark wood, but the plaster walls had been painted a bright yellow with matching cabinets.  I watched her with empty eyes while she pulled mismatched teacups from the cabinets, found a small jar of honey on the counter and placed it all on the table in front of me.
          “I know what you are dealing with right now is unimaginable,” she paused to stroke my hand affectionately.  I expected her tanned skin would have softened with age.  Instead, her touch felt similar to gritty sandpaper.  I was overcome with the urge to leave and go back home.  I wanted to shudder at feel of the old woman’s rough skin on my own.  “I want to give you a chance to heal, but healing means moving ahead, Regina.  It’s not really considered living if you’re holding so tightly onto past instead of living your own life.  We’ll find you a way to occupy your thoughts while you’re here in Foster.”
          “It’s too soon,” I whispered without looking into her eyes.  Aunt Liddy seemed surprised by my voice.
know, dear. She raised her voice over the whistling teapot.  Take your time, but not too much.  The longer you stand still, the harder it is to walk again.”          I sipped her dark, bitter tea that tasted like watery coffee, refusing the honey.  Only at that moment did I notice exactly how small Aunt Liddy seemed when she sat beside me.  She appeared so fragile and mild when you just looked at her.  But when she spoke, her voice was strong, making her seem much taller, as if she might fill the room by herself.  Her graying hair hung in loose curls down the center of her back.  Her eyes were the same brilliant green as my own, but her dark, leathery skin made them appear even more vivid.           By the time she had poured me a second cup of tea, I realized I started to feel a little more awake, as if I was in a dark room and the sun was beginning to filter through the windows.  I finished the second cup and Aunt Liddy smiled, displaying her own satisfaction.  While I felt more alert, it did nothing to put an end to my melancholy mood.

          “Well, you’ve already had a chance to see the house from the inside.  Come on outside with me and I’ll show you the yard,” she rose from her seat and I followed her from the heavy wooden back door that lead from a foyer behind her kitchen to her garden.
The occasional vivid blooms broke the monotony of the rich green foliage.  Red tulips and yellow daffodils bordered the stone path and vines crept up the white fence, displaying gentle purple blossoms.  What stunned me was how enormous the garden was.  I never saw so many different plants in one area.  Her entire back yard was nearly as large as the block I grew up on.
          “Life is different out here than back in your city.  We have no cable, no malls, no loud music.” She watched me as my eyes took in all the open space.
          “But everything is so beautiful,” I heard myself say.  I couldn’t deny the sense of serenity I felt at that moment.  It seemed rude to speak above a whisper in the mystical place.  The yard was the only place so far that didn’t irritate me.
          “Once you’re feeling up to it, I can teach you how to tend a garden if you want.  Most folks say that digging in the dirt can be good for your soul.” The corners of her mouth tipped upward as she led me to a sturdy wooden bench where we both sat.  “Or, if you prefer, you can go off and explore the woods.  There aren’t any bears or anything out there, so it’s rather safe as long as you stay near the house and on the deer trails.  It can be easy to get disoriented once you’re far enough along the path that you can’t see the house, especially if you aren’t used to it.”
          I hesitated before answering, but Liddy peered over to me, obviously anticipating an immediate response.  I realized that she wouldn’t be satisfied until I gave her one.  Annoyed by her persistence, I slumped lower in my seat.
          “Maybe another day.” I frowned, keeping my eyes down.  I didn’t feel up to killing weeds or walking alone in strange woods.  I shuddered to think of the bugs and creatures I would encounter out here.
          “Tomorrow, then,” she nodded as she rose and went inside, permitting me to finally be left alone with my thoughts.
          I sat by myself a while longer, wondering what Mom would want me to do now that I am here.  I doubt she would have sent me to my aunt’s house a week before graduation.  She never got along well with nature.  She killed houseplants within days of buying them, too.  Mom loved loud music and parties and would have hated Aunt Liddy’s quiet farmhouse.  I rested my hand on the bench beside me and wished she had been there to hold it.
          A tiny bird bravely flitted out from the woods and through the open air for a moment, but returned quickly, preferring the safety the trees offered.  I sympathized with the poor creature, fleeing from a strange and new place to return to the serenity of its home.  I realized the place I shared with my mom will never be the same, so where can I find my own comfort?  I doubted could find it in Foster, which might as well have been a million miles from familiar.  I knew I wouldn’t find comfort in that old house Aunt Liddy lived in, the house where I immediately felt so trapped.
          My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tug at my foot.  A little dog with curly white and brown fur was chewing on my shoe.  I pulled my foot back, but the mutt continued playfully attacking it.  His tail wagged so strongly that his entire back end began to shake back and forth.  I leaned over and patted the dog’s head between his droopy ears, earning me a lick on my hand.  I wondered if he was Aunt Liddy’s dog, or if he belonged to one of her neighbors and just came by for a visit.
          “I see you’ve met Bruce.” Liddy nodded toward the dog.  I hadn't noticed her watching me from the doorway.  “He’s a good dog and he’ll listen to you once he gets to know you, but sometimes he forgets his manners.  Come inside now for a little dinner.”  I waited to see if she was talking to me or to Bruce, but since she never specified who she had made dinner for, I figured she was talking to us both.
          I glanced up and noticed the sky was still gray with clouds.  I swore that I arrived in the early afternoon, but the evening sun was barely visible near the treetops of the forest.  I must have sat out in the garden longer than I realized.
          Aunt Liddy placed two large bowls brimming with vegetable and beef stew on her table.  My eyes widened as I noticed that this little woman was able to eat as much as I did.  Mom always teased me about my insatiable eating habits.  I always ate twice as much as she did at every meal, but never gained any weight.  I began to wonder if it was a family trait I had inherited from my father.
          I bowed my head when she began to say grace.  She studied me while we ate, but I only ignored her.  After dinner, Aunt Liddy refused to allow me to seek the solace of my quiet guest room.  She seemed to think interaction and being outside would magically make me forget the hollow feeling in my chest.  We sat on a living room couch in silent contemplation.  I could tell by how she studied me that she was trying to figure me out.  I wouldn’t give her a chance.  I just wanted everyone  to leave me alone.  I just wanted my mom.

Sara-Beth Cole lives in Southeastern Michigan with her husband and two children along with her rescue dog, Rufus, and cat, Clara.  She loves reading and sunshine and combines the two as often as possible.
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