Hello and welcome to my blog, Author Interviews. My name is Fiona Mcvie.
Let’s get you introduced to everyone, shall we?
Hello Fiona! Thank you for having me back on your page! So much has happened since last we spoke so let me tell you guys who I am just in case they missed our first interview.
I’m Lisa Vasquez – Author, Owner of Darque Halo Designs (book covers), CEO of Stitched Smile Publications, Publishers Liaison for the HWA, and mentor. As some of you may, or may not know, I’m from Houston, Texas where Hurricane Harvey just struck. I was one of the few families in my neighborhood who did not suffer catastrophic loss to my home but watched as many of my neighbors were not as fortunate.
I was born and raised in the South Side of Chicago, so I’ve seen my share of horrible things; gangs, shootings, KKK marches, and friends missing from their chairs in school because they were victims of violence … but nothing prepared me for driving down the street and seeing the front of each house piled up with everything they owned, still soaked in floodwater. (For details on the charity anthology with all profits going toward the recovery of Houston from Hurricane Harvey, please visit Stitched Smile Publications Blog: https://stitchedsmilepublications.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/houston-relief-charity-anthology-opencall/)
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In the past year, as the CEO of Stitched Smile Publications, I’ve watched my authors grow into amazing storytellers, and mentors in their own right. Some have won awards, and some have moved on, but all of them have taught me something about myself. In the wake of Harvey, I’ve reflected a lot on the past two years, and I’m more grateful than ever to have the network of people I do.
I want to take the opportunity you’ve given me in this interview to shine a light on some of them, I hope you don’t mind. I know you’re interviewing me, but if you’ll indulge me for just a quick moment, you’ll come to understand why I’m doing what I’m doing. You see, without giving thanks to them, you cannot know who I am, or what I’m all about.
First, I want to say “Thank you,” and “Goodbye,” to Christy Thornbrugh who was the kindest, sweetest lady I had ever met on Facebook. She gave me the most beautiful embroidered patches for my book, “The Unsaintly” when I had no budget at all, and made me look like a NY Times Best Seller. I had beanies, and patches … and to this day, people still ask me if I have any more of them. She was also the one who made the Stitched Smile beanies and patches. Again, with impeccable flare. She made us look good, and she was humble about it. What she did for me, and indie authors everywhere, you can’t put a dollar amount on. Her loss is still felt, everyday.
I want to say “Thank you,” to Donelle Pardee Whiting. No one gives an editor enough credit, least of all an editor for a publishing house. She gets to make the tough calls, she gets to pick up the slack when things aren’t right … if it isn’t perfect it’s “her fault” but if it IS perfect, no one really says anything. If anyone thinks there’s tons of money being made right now, let me squash those dreams because running a business – especially this kind of business – there’s not a lot of green falling from the sky. Donelle is in this for the love of what we do. She believes in me, and she keeps me going even when I want to throw my hands up and say “forget it, I give up.” Jeff Brown always gets praises from me for being my mentor, but Donelle isn’t just my own personal editor, she’s the entire company’s head editor. She takes the weight of each and every author’s reputation on her own shoulder’s and she never let’s us down.
By now you might be wondering what this has to do with “who I am”.
Well, when I began writing it was my escape from a neighborhood where kids were getting jumped into gangs, and shot on the street. I grew up with the same kids from the age of nine until I moved at the end of my sophomore year of high school. One of my best friends was murdered in front of his house down the block from me.
Writing was an escape from watching my step-father nearly die, and then reliving it everyday for the next 25 years as he fought for his life against end stage renal failure.
This man was the only father I knew. (my real father wasn’t around very much), and our connection was Svengoolie (Berrrr-wyyyynnn! Sorry, only certain people will get that), and the “original” monsters – Frankenstein, Wolfman, The Mummy, Creature from the Black Lagoon. By the age of nine I could tell you all the tricks of the SpecialFX horror world, and was making my own Halloween costumes. We ad libbed our own dialogue in English to the old Kung Fu movies on Saturday, and made fun of MTV before Beavis and Butthead. I was a fan of Batman and The Joker before Michael Keaton played him, and before HarleyQuinn became a sex symbol (Catwoman ftw). By the age of five I knew every Godzilla movie like the back of my hand, and can still sing the theme song to Spectreman. I was the only girl on my block who played with Alien toys and had facehuggers on all my Barbies (sorry mom).
And the incredible thing is, no one knew.
Writing was -my- escape. It was private. Everything I could see clearly in my mind, every dark dream manifested from my fears and anxieties about the world outside, or losing my father … all the turmoil I felt from the loss of my grandmother (who was my best friend), and then my real dad passed (who I never did get to know as much as I would’ve like to) … all of it was in my writing.
Until “The Unsaintly” prologue came out, I never shared it with anyone except a few, rare snippets here and there for class projects.
So here I am, now. Still clinging to my stories like stolen pages from my diary, and learning to share each one of them with the rest of the world. It’s my hope for each one of them to touch you in some way; for you to relate to the characters while simultaneously knowing you shouldn’t. I want the images to creep into the part of you too afraid or embarrassed to voice the doubts and questions lingering in its dark place.
I’m the Heretic, the Devil’s Advocate, the Darque Halo (it’s not “Satanic” so please don’t associate those words, or me, with such a label.)
Instead, think of who I am like this … the voice wanting to tap into the primordial vein… the primitive side without etiquette, labels, and expectations of society, without all the rules, and without the chains … to find out what makes us who we are. Needling, and scratching away like a sharp talon, until I peel the layers away. Beauty is, afterall, skin deep … I just want to know …
How deep would I have to go to find yours?
Follow me, if you dare … catch me, if you can:
To Purchase my novel, The Unfleshed: Tale of the Autopsic Bride – www.unfleshed.com
“The Unfleshed: Tale of the Autopsic Bride is an exquisite dive into the madness brought on by love … a rose nourished with blood, rendered with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. A compelling blend of Mary Shelly, Baz Luhrman and the Grand Guignol!”
—John Palisano, Bram Stoker-winning author of NERVES
“The Unfleshed’ is definitely the scariest thing I’ve read this year.”
Katriona E MacMillan – Author of Edelwiess; Dark Science )