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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Blog Tour - Author Karina Fabian

Where do you hail from and what do you love most about your hometown?

I currently hail from "Air Force," which means my husband is in the military (a Colonel) and we go where they send us, usually changing homes once every 2-3 years.  I love the lifestyle because it's always changing and we get to see interesting places and meet new people and find new opportunities.  Like here in Utah, we are really enjoying the view, the schools and the chance to learn Korean sward martial arts on the base.  I'm originally from Pueblo, Colorado, which is a great place to have grown up.

 As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? How has that childhood dream affected your career?

I wanted to be a lot of things--astronaut, nun, scientist, writer.  As a writer, I get to imagine myself as all of them and more!

Tell us about your latest book.  Do you have anything new in the works and can you tell us a bit about it?

Mind Over Mind came out August 8.  Being in an asylum is hard.  It's harder when the voices in your head are real.  Deryl's psychic powers drove him insane when he was 13.  At 18, he has tenuous control, but is still at the mercy of the thoughts of the other patients, the manipulations of the chief psychiatrist, and the bizarre and sometimes violent demands of "entities" that come to him in sleep.  When Joshua, a summer intern, decides to play along with his delusions and "teach" him real control, their success opens Deryl up to new dangers on Earth and from other worlds.  It's the first in a trilogy, and I am thrilled to see it in print--especially with such an awesome cover!

I'm currently editing Discovery, which is about a group of spacers who discover a device that can diagnose the soul.  After that, I'll be finishing up Neeta Lyffe 2: I left My Brains in San Francisco.  Not sure what book I'll do after that.  I have several in the queue, so it might depend on publishers or which one grabs me by the brain.

Have you ever used contemporary events or stories “ripped from the headlines” in your work?

I do it a lot in Neeta Lyffe, because there's such opportunity for political and social fun with that one.  It takes place in the 2040s in our world where zombies have become reality--and real pests, too!  The government decided if it was going to bail out companies, they might as well do something with them, so you'll see Government Motors cars, for example.  There'll be a new environmental theory going around:  global fattening.  Thank you to the senator who thought extending the military presence on Guam would make the island sink.  I think I'll credit the recent earthquakes to Global Fattening, too.  In fact, Colorado may pass an environmental act limiting the number of citizens it has in order to prevent undue pressure on the tectonic plates.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging about writing?

All of it, which is what makes it such fun!  If you want to know what's hard, it's when I have to learn hard science behind the cool sci-fi; write detailed visual descriptions, and market my work afterwards.

What advice would you give to writers just starting out?

Rejection isn't personal.  Read the letter, make whatever notes about it are useful, and submit elsewhere.

Do you ever suffer from writer's block? If so, what do you do about it?

I don’t believe in writers' block.  I sometimes get intimidated by what I'm trying to do, but the only answer then is to give myself permission to write crapola, knowing I'll make it into something fabulous in the rewrite.  I wrote about the lie of writers' block over the summer. Folks can check it out here:  http://fabianspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/lie-of-writers-block.html

Who is your favorite author and why? What books have most influenced your life?

Too many to count, but Madeleine L'Engle is still the first to come to mind.  I came up with the character of Deryl Stephens in Mind Over Mind by daydreaming about Charles Wallace.  (Deryl turned out WAAAAY different, however.  I'd still love to write Charles Wallace as an adult, and have a fabulous story a la Swiftly Tilting Planet where he has to fix his own life, but in alternate universes, in order to prevent a multiversal disaster.)

How did you deal with rejection letters?

Over time, you mean?  They used to bug me at first, although I have had some lovely ones from DAW concerning Mind Over Mind.  (Peter Stampfel liked the manuscript, but the deciding group didn't like it enough, as it turned out.)  Now, I take them, record them and move on.  If there is a comment, I take it under consideration.

What tools do you feel are must-haves for writers?

Imagination.  Ability to research.  Knowledge of grammar and storytelling.  Thick skin.

A computer with internet access (even if from Panera or McDonald's).  A website and some social media access--blog, facebook, whatever.  You will need to get the word out about your book.

Where do you as an author draw the line on gory descriptions and/or erotic content?

If I can't read it to my kids, I won't write it.

What's the weirdest thing you've ever done in the name of research?

I love cold calling folks and asking them nutty questions.  I called the LA government to ask them how to certify a zombie exterminator.  I had a great conversation with a couple of chemical engineers about how to blow up an oil refinery.

Don't forget to give us links to your website etc.

Mind Over Mind
Title:  Mind Over Mind
Author:  Karina Fabian
ISBN:  978-1897942369
Back Cover Blurb/summary:  Deryl Stephen’s uncontrollable telepathic abilities have landed him in a mental health institution, where no one believes in his powers.

But when Joshua Lawson, a student of neuro linguistic programming, takes part in a summer internship, he takes the unique step of accepting Deryl’s reality and teaches him to work with it. As Deryl learns control, he finds his next challenge is to face the aliens who have been contacting him psychically for years—aliens who would use him to further their cause in an interplanetary war.
Bio of Karina Fabian:  Unlike her characters, Karina Fabian lives a comfortably ordinary life.  Wife to Air Force Colonel Robert Fabian and mother of four, her adventures usually involve packing and moving, attending conventions, or giving writing and marketing advice in one of her many workshops.  She's always had an overactive imagination, however, and started writing in order to quell the voices in her head--characters who insisted on living lives in her mind and telling her their stories.  Winner of the 2010 INDIE award, winner and finalist for the EPPIE and finalist for the Global e-book awards, she's glad people enjoy reading the tales her characters tell.

Ydrel threw himself into wakefulness with such force that he sat up in bed. Still, the nightmare images clung to his mind: the beat of a hundred hearts, the smell of sweat and fear. He clutched his stomach and fought the urge to scream.
A hundred bodies crowded around him, crushing him against the splintered wood of the boxcar.
No, this isn’t real!
No room to move. No air to breathe. Suffocating. Drowning.
No, this isn’t me!
Confusion and fear. Fear the trip would never end. Terror of what waited at its completion.
NO! These aren’t MY memories!!
Ydrel threw up shaky mental barriers. The visions faded, just slightly. He forced his eyes open, drinking in reassurance from familiar objects.
He sat in bed, an oversized twin, backed up against pillows rather than splintered wood. Pre-dawn light shone softly through the blinds. On the nightstand, Descartes regarded him with one button eye. The only thing left from before his mother died, he’d slept with that bear until an orderly commented on his “abnormal attachment.” Since then it had stood watch over him instead, braced against the lamp. Even now, without any orderlies around, Ydrel resisted the urge to clutch it close to his chest, but he reached out to touch one tattered foot.
On the shelf beside the window sat a portable boom box, a gift from his first birthday here—his thirteenth. Five years ago, today. The maintenance man had disabled the volume control after Ydrel played it too loudly. Thereafter, he’d found other ways to block out the moans and occasional screams that penetrated the closed door. Happy birthday.
The stereo held up several books. He was studying them in case it called. He both dreaded and longed for the calls. Each episode only gave them more reason to keep him here, yet there was something as familiar and comforting about it as his old bear.
He turned his gaze to the far wall and the framed pictures of a nebula and the solar system by his half-empty closet. On his sixteenth birthday, he’d been allowed to decorate his room and he’d chosen those posters and a mild blue paint to replace the still–lifes and the institutional burgundy-and-pink color scheme. While it had been a relief to his eyes, it was also a constant reminder that they never intended for him to leave.
This is my room, he thought. In the asylum. Even after five years, he’d never call it home. He’d never give Malachai the satisfaction.
Calmer now, his mental barriers in place, Ydrel allowed himself to examine the vision that awakened him. Hundreds of bodies packed into a train car not suited for twenty. Most had traveling clothes, but had shed them against the heat. No room to move. The air was stifling and stale. No one knew where they were going. Some suspected, but said nothing. The destination was worse than the trip.
Ydrel sighed. Isaac was on the train to Dachau again.
Ydrel threw off the covers and dressed quickly in a blue t-shirt and jeans, socks and generic sneakers. Already Isaac’s projected fear was breaking down his mental defenses; Ydrel’s fingers trembled as he fumbled with the laces.
Once out in the corridor, he hastened to the old man’s room, forcing himself to keep his pace smooth, his face composed. Someone would stop him if he hurried or looked distressed, and any delay would be unbearable. As he walked he got into character. His stride lengthened; his face hardened. He held his hands relaxed but ready by his hips. When he got to Isaac’s door, he cast a wary look down the hall, then slipped in.
The old man lay on a standard hospital bed, his wide, wild eyes staring at the ceiling but focused on his inner horrors. His hands fluttered helplessly on the thin coverlet. He labored for each ragged breath.
Ydrel sat beside him and composed his own vision.
The train stops so suddenly that people would have been thrown down if they hadn’t been so tightly packed in. The sound of gunfire and shouts in German. The boxcar door opens with a rusty screech. Someone yells in Yiddish, then German: “Out! Now! Quickly, to the woods—to the south!” Relief from the press of bodies, then a new pressure as the flow of people pushes him through the door. Someone grabs his arm—
Ydrel grabbed Isaac by the arm as he pushed the new vision into the old man’s mind.
Isaac blinked, twisted toward Ydrel, then smiled, his eyes bright with tears. “Gideon! Old friend. Thank God!”

Follow the Tour!

Small Steps to Big Goals
Excerpt:  Joshua and his parents
Joshua's e-mail
10 reasons to read/write sff
Joshua & Sachiko
Prioritizing Tips
The  Miscria
One Sentence a Day
I Like Ideas!
character interview
Marketing and the Multi-Genre Writer
What Can't Your Character Do?
Malachai's Message
Alien cultures
Top Ten Reasons I Write
Telepathy or Insanity?
advice to teen writers

1 comment:

Karina Fabian said...

Thanks so much for hosting me today!