- Why did you write I Was Night?
- How is I Was Night impacting your life today?
- What do you hope the book will accomplish?
- When you do your writing?
- What advice do you have for writers like yourself?
- You’ve been described as a, “Kick ass 17-year-old.” What does that mean?
Mmm…it’s always good to begin with a challenge, isn’t it? *smiles* Well, I guess I started writing it because I felt compelled to do so. I went through a phase where I couldn’t talk about what happened, even though I thought about it 99.9% of the time. I just couldn’t bring myself to confront everything that was going on. My parents and I were feeling a million different emotions and there was so much going on around me. The police were still investigating, I believe, and David hadn’t been arraigned yet. I still had a lot to face down, but wasn’t willing to do so. So, I started to write about my experience, just to test the waters a little bit. Just to push myself into talking about it. Then, it became a sort of masochistic therapy, *laughs*, and then I decided to go as far with it as I could. I had actually written Savage a letter and sent him about 10 poems a week before I met David. (For those of you who don’t know, David was the man I had my rather unpleasant experience with). Savage sent me a letter back and told me when I got more material together, then we’d talk. So, after this whole mess, I remembered what he said and decided to give him some major material. *grins*
Writing, like most other aspects of life, comes with a lot of baggage because it involves the exposure of brutal honesty. I wanted to pour everything I was feeling into this book, basically ripping my audience to shreds. I wanted my readers to get a true, razor-like idea of what I was trying to say and express. In the beginning, it was sort of sketchy. I highly doubted its publication and was scared to death of it being successful, but also of it never getting off the ground. It was real catch-22 territory. And, of course, I was documenting certain aspects of the situation that people didn’t know about and couldn’t possibly understand. The book is like a quiche, but it’s laced with sex, lies, and cutting manipulation. I knew that once I published this work, I would have no secrets left about what had happened and could no longer play down the entire situation – nor my emotions at the time. I felt I would be subjecting myself to reopening old wounds, that hadn’t healed yet, but decided that I could hack it. Of course, my parents responded with concern, because I had escaped once with a “reputation of having a good name,” but they were worried that the second time would be more difficult. But, I felt I had to do this. So, I did it. Most of the affects are good. I have gained more respect and people are taking my writing into more consideration and I am discovering, within my own voice, a broader level of understanding.
I want this book to help others like me. I want to explain to other young women that it’s easy to be enthralled by the opposite sex. If a guy looks at you and smiles, then looks at you again in an interested way, you’re no doubt flattered. But, there’s a huge difference. An older man can think you’re smart, beautiful, amazing. But, it’s a completely different “compliment” when he wants to shack up for a few days in a hotel room. I wrote this book so that others can read it and gain; maybe there’s a girl out there, right now, who is flirting with the idea of having a fling or relationship with an older man. I want this book to tell other girls in situations like this – no dice. It’s not even worth it.
When do I do my writing? When the mood hits. When do you eat? When you’re hungry. When do you race to the hospital? When you’re bleeding. I’ll see something or hear something and BAM!!!! I have to write. Like a few days ago, I went with a friend to a little river spot and, standing out on the deck, I saw the way the light hit the trees and I thought – this is peace. I need to write about this. It’s harder to write when I’m emotionally turbulent, which is most of the time. *laughs* The words are in there, but they get stuck. But, I like writing at night. Sometimes, I go for walks and will compose snatches of poems in my head and use the bits and pieces later. Sometimes, I’ll write and scrap everything. I write at night, because that’s when I feel really alive. No matter what, I write. It’s in my blood. In my body. It’s in the nature of everything I do. It keeps me primitive.
Don’t just groom it as a hobby. Grow it out a little.
Well. *laughs* Hmmm….Savage describes me as this, I guess because he’s never met anyone like me. Of course, that sounds conceited to me. I wouldn’t exactly say I’m “kick-ass,” but would like to think that I spark a fuse with people. There’s nothing worse in this world than indifference. A huge part of my nature, possibly the backbone of my personality, is the fact that I can’t stand people being indifferent to me. I want to get under their skin and fester. Maybe that’s what it means. *shrugs, looks up in space thoughtfully*