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Wednesday, July 6, 2011


It was the witching hour at Meilori’s. The shadows flirted with the dim shapes of the customers at their tables as if the Night were somehow trying to seduce them.

Elizabeth Mueller sat erect and watchful, her author’s eyes studying every facial expression and social interaction for future use. “This is quite a place.”

To my right, Samuel McCord smiled. “No harm will come to you at my table, Miss Elizabeth.”

“Just Elizabeth,” she smiled, then jerked in shock as a tall man in Victorian evening clothes sat down beside her to elegantly kiss her hand.

“Oscar Wilde at your service,” he beamed.

“Hey, Oscar, this is my interview,” I began.

He carelessly waved at me, then turned to Elizabeth. “Do not mind Roland. He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.”

Sam sighed, “This is an interview with Miss Mueller about HER book.”

Oscar nodded, “Of course that is why I came … to do it correctly.”

He smiled at Elizabeth. “Be not alarmed. We are but the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.”

Oscar sighed, “When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?”

His blue eyes fixed on Elizabeth. “Growing up, my dear, what were your hobbies? And why on Earth did you include writing?”

“Ah, as a young child, I spent a lot of my time roller-skating around my neighborhood with my friends. We did tons of dramatic pretending that carried over a timeframe of weeks!”

“Really? I am somewhat of a playwright myself. What else?”

“I also enjoyed telling stories with paper puppets I made, with Barbie or My Little Pony, or through daydreaming. Most of all, I loved drawing—still do. I drew stories on 24X18 inch sheets of paper until the pile grew into an inch thick.”

Oscar looked into the shadows. “Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance. She is a veil, rather than a mirror.”

Elizabeth patted his hand gently, and he smiled down on her. “Do you remember your own writing process? Did you ever get discouraged like I so often do?”

Elizabeth said, “My process consisted of letting loose my muse. She led me into every which direction that gave me the freedom to do anything I wanted on paper. The only time I became discouraged was when I wrote my first short story and showed it to my sister. I was devastated because, rather than share her enthusiasm for such a fantastic story, she put on her editor’s cap and scribbled away—I was only 11!”

Oscar nodded. “The most destructive critics are those closest to you. Still, how have you changed over the years from the first time you wrote a book? How have you stayed the same?”

“My plot development has deepened as well as my characters, and of course, my grammatical skills have matured, too. My first full-length novel is poetic prose because that was what I got into in high school. I’ve stayed the same as in that the magic for writing has never died for me!”

Oscar studied her closely. “Art is a symbol because Man is a symbol. In a strange twilight, man is seeking for himself, and when he has found his own image, he cannot understand it. In what genre are you seeking yours?”

Elizabeth paused a moment then said, “In what they call Young Adult. I didn’t start paying attention to YA until 6 years ago when a good friend of mine explained her reasons:

YA was a whole lot cleaner in a comparative view to adult books. This piqued my interest because it was then that I was tiring of all the explicitness. I kept running into it in adult romance—and I love romance. I want to keep my books clean and worthy for everyone, especially young people.”

Oscar sighed, “Ah, yes, I fear my most scandalous work would prove quite tame these days.”

He laughed. “Speaking of which, I am often compared to my Dorian Gray. Who would you be in your DARKSPELL?”

“Winter Sky would be the character I’d love to live her story through. She faces so many obstacles and incidences that shake her conviction, but she holds tight to her true self and comes out the heroine. I truly admire people who face many awful hardships and still remain strong and faithful.”

Oscar’s sad eyes lit up as he spotted the pages in Elizabeth’s hands. “Oh, your book! May I read a passage aloud?”

“I- I would be honored.”

In his rich Irish baritone, Oscar read :

“Alex reached out and took my hands. A spark of magic passed between us. I didn’t resist, and his gaze deepened. Another wave tore through me, and I felt his powerful drive to protect me and the desire to share the rest of his life with me. I could see forever. Eternity was wide and deep.

I would never be alone again.

Having tasted Alex so strongly, so close, so dear, left me empty; a starving sensation that could only be filled by him. I had no idea he felt so intensely for me. His love washed away all doubt from me.

I leaned into Alex as my world spun fast on a crooked axis. I breathed him in. I was intoxicated with his burning hold. I was so alive. Every sound was louder; the wind richer as it flowed through me. I was so free, so alive, so untainted by any wicked thing. I closed my eyes, shivering with desire, and imagined the breeze encircling us; bringing us to our feet and drawing us closer like a child’s ribbon.”

Oscar suddenly sprang up, the typed pages clutched against his chest.

“What are you doing?,” cried Elizabeth.

“Why, I’m stealing your delightful words. Shaw did it to me all the time.”

“You can’t do this!,” she shouted at his retreating figure.

She turned to me. “C-Can he?”

A flurry of stardust settled on the table, forming into a book entitled, DARKSPELL by Oscar Wilde.

As Elizabeth let out a sharp “Yeep,” Samuel chuckled, “Oscar’s just funning with you, ma’am.”

Elizabeth poked a forefinger into the book. “This is not funning. This is criminal!”

She shot to her feet. “This has been the most infuriating interview I have ever had!”

Father Renfield appeared at her side. “I will personally see that not one of those purloined volumes leaves Meilori’s.”

Elizabeth relaxed. “I feel better hearing that, Father.”

Renfield smiled wide, exposing his long, sharp canines. “Call me Padre.”

Elizabeth hushed, “A vampire priest? I am so out of here!”

Victor Standish, settling into her empty chair as Elizabeth fled Meilori’s, flashed his gypsy smile. “Another satisfied customer.”

Samuel cocked an eyebrow. “You think?”

Victor laughed, “No.”

I groaned. Life with my creations was going to be the death of me. I rose to catch up to Elizabeth and apologize.


  1. You have the most wonderful way of doing interviews Roland. They're always so much fun and completely entertaining. Darkspell looks and sounds amazing, best of luck to Elizabeth with it!

  2. This is the best interview I've ever seen! I'm excited for Darkspell to come out.

  3. (= This was great. Elizabeth is awesome-- and so lucky to meet Mr. Wilde!

  4. Heather :
    I'm glad you like my author interviews -- even if Oscar stole this one away from me!

    Madeline :
    Thank you for those very kind words. You know Oscar is going to take all the credit!

    Jo :
    Good to hear from you again!!! Isn't Elizabeth special? I wish her skyrocketing sales!

  5. Heather, thank you!

    Madeline, thank you! Roland is SO creative! I love what he did! :)

    Jo, yes, he was quite the catch, too! ;)

    Roland, this was SO much fun! Thank you so much for the wonderful time. I'm happy to see that Oscar wanted to claim Darkspell as his own!

    Can Alex save Winter from the darkness that hunts her?
    YA Paranormal Romance, Darkspell coming fall of 2011!
    Pre-order your copy now!

  6. Elizabeth :
    I'm glad you enjoyed our interview. It was fun, wasn't it? Ah, at least until Father Renfield showed up and Oscar stole your book. Haunted jazz clubs. Gotta love them, Roland

  7. Hahahaha yeah... I'm thinking that Meilori's sounds like an awesome place to visit. ^_^

  8. Good for you for keeping it clean, Elizabeth. Quirky fun interview, guys!

  9. Misha :
    Meilori's is wild and fun -- as long as Captain McCord or Father Renfield is your escort!

    Alex :
    Glad you enjoyed Elizabeth's interview. And Meilori's is quirky fun and more!

  10. Roland, I wonder what would've happened to me if I stayed when Father Renfield showed? ;)

    Misha, it is! :D

    Alex, thank you!

  11. Elizabeth :
    Father Renfield is a child of the Victorian Age -- only the ungodly need fear his fangs. And he has Sister Magda to rein him in when he's feeling ... frisky. LOL.

    FRENCH QUARTER NOCTURNE is heading your way which details more of Father Renfield's and Sam's friendship ... along with the mysterious Sister Magda (the gypsy who stole the 4th nail at that infamous crucifixtion.)

  12. Awesome interview! Oscar is quite the cad :)

  13. Thanks. Oscar takes all the credit, of course! And he's more tease than thief really! But if you see DARKSPELL on the bookshelves with his name on it -- Oops. Roland

  14. Hi, Jemi, yes he is! ;)

    Can Alex save Winter from the darkness that hunts her?
    YA Paranormal Romance, Darkspell coming fall of 2011!
    Pre-order your copy now!

  15. Lol, Roland, you make me laugh. I received your email, thank you SO much. :) It's been so crazy for me over here on my end, I've decided to insert illustrations for Darkspell's chapters--by me! ;) I hope you're having a great weekend!

  16. Elizabeth :
    If I were as talented an artist as you, I would do the same for my eBooks as well! You pace yourself. Enjoy life's beauty simmering around you -- of which you are a part! Roland