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Court Stevens | A Dam Break is Called into Question and a Murderer Hunts for New Victims
Author Guest / November 7, 2023

1–What is the title of your latest release? LAST GIRL BREATHING   2–What’s the “elevator pitch” for your new book? When a dam break is called into question, a murderer hunts for new victims.   3–How did you decide where your book was going to take place? I built a smashed up setting from my childhood hometown. It’s a fictional location that I return to often in my creative process.   4–Would you hang out with your protagonist in real life? Absolutely.   5–What are three words that describe your protagonist? Gumption. Steel. Tender.   6–What’s something you learned while writing this book? No matter how much I plot, I will ultimately change the story design to fit the character who ends up on the page, rather than forcing the character who emerges to fit the story design I began with.   7–Do you edit as you draft or wait until you are totally done? BOTH.   8–What’s your favorite foodie indulgence? Avocado Toast   9–Describe your writing space/office! I don’t have a regular spot. It’s just me, an iPad, Scrivener, headphones and Spotify focus music….wherever.   10–Who is an author you admire? Ruta Sepetys   11–Is there a book…

Skyla Arndt | Conversations in Character with Wilhelmina “Wil” Greene
Author Guest / August 30, 2023

Book Title: TOGETHER WE ROT Character Name: Wilhelmina “Wil” Greene   Tell me, Wilhelmina. What’s your family like? What about your childhood? Just Wil please. (Kicking shoes onto the desk, arms crossed) And I don’t know…things used to be fine. Better than fine, actually. Back when Mom was around, she had a way of making the world feel alive around her—we’d spend summer picking dandelions and drinking lemonade, sprucing up the walls of our family motel with painted handprints. For a hot second in my life, I’d actually say I was happy. Things went right to hell the moment she went missing. Now the paint is peeling, the lights are flickering, and the motel is a vacant eye sore off the road. Don’t even get me started on my father. The man’s in his room day in and day out drinking until he passes out. That’s all he knows how to do anymore. I’m the only one keeping anything glued together and I’m doing a godawful job at it.   (Noticing the interviewer staring at the muddy imprints of her sneakers) What? No shoes on your desk? Fine.   So, what does the name “Elwood Clarke” mean to you? I…