Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Indie Author Interview with DAVID A. CLEINMAN

I was excited to get a chance to visit with David as his name came up on the blog tour I am doing with the Indie Writers Unite group.  I had been seeing his comments on the Facebook pages and following the links he sent out and found them all entertaining, engrossing, thought provoking and just down right useful.  I was interested to see what kind of writer he was.  I was very pleasantly surprised, as you will be when you read thorough his interview.  Be sure to check out his web site, etc., to get the rest of what David is all about. 

Tell us a bit about your family.  I am married to Katrina Cleinman and we have amazing fifteen year old son, Jordan.  We are living in Florida right now, but Katrina and I were born and raised in upstate New York.  Jordan has had the amazing distinction of traveling around the country to keep up with his crazy parents.  I think that’s why he loves fast cars.  Katrina teaches elementary school.  I write and try to look busy.

Tell us your latest news?  My novel, Toys In The Attic has been Indie published as an Ebook and is available through Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords.

What are your current projects?  I am presently about half-way through the rewrite of my fantasy novel Black Blade.  

When and why did you begin writing?  I began writing when I was in grade school.  I loved writing stories and poetry as far back as I remember.  After I read The Lord Of The Rings, I began my first novel with its own language.  I am also restarting that novel series, and am incorporating the language into both.

What got you interested/started in writing?  Just a love for reading that translated to a need to create.

Do you ever suffer from writer's block? If so, what do you do about it?  No.  I keep several projects going at once (the real key) but I also read a lot.  Reading is what has always kept my creative spark firing.

How do you develop your plots and characters? Do you use any set formula?  Kind of like an architect might say form follows function, my plots are less important to me than the characters that live them.  So I start fist with characters, then theme and story, then fill it in with plot.

What inspired you to pen your novel?  This is a tough one.  Basically it was a way for me to get the burden of abuse off my chest, and to also show that even in the worst of times light still shines.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?  Believe in the human spirit, no matter how bleak things seem, but take it a step further:  Always fight for hope when all that is available is distress.

What new authors have grasped your interest?
--I really enjoyed Mad Gods Redux by Athanasios.  Excellent historical fiction with an irreverent twist on the whole Christ vs. anti-Christ war.
--Chris Hunter is authoring a series of post apocalyptic novellas from the perspective of a survivor:  The Days And Months We Were First Born
--Talia Jager continues her simple yet profoundly human teen dramas with Teagan’s Story, and most recently: If I Die Young

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?  Epic fantasy is lead by this man for many reasons, but JRR Tolkien created a world that was so tangible, so real, and so complex that it was breathtaking.  His use of language, his impeccable word use, and his mastery of dialogue blended into story that was part prose and poetry, and sing to the reader as they turn the pages.

What book are you reading now?  Blue Valley by Christine DeMaio Rice  This is an eco-thriller with a unique concept and language. 

David has consented to share an excerpt from his new book, "Toys in the Attic":  

Sara spoke up but her voice was not as steady as he would have liked.  “His grandparents will be here Monday.  It’s the best I can do.”

“Just call the cops, damn it.  He threatened to kill Conner.”

“I can’t, Billy.  It could put him in jail with no chance of getting treatment.”

Billy’s reply came out harsh and without mercy.  “Is that so important right now?  I’m sure they’ll figure out that he’s a wacko soon enough.”

“I would consider that, but…”

“But what, Sara?  He’s threatening to kill your son for crying out loud.  Get him the hell out of here!”

“Conner’s going with Frank as soon as Frank gets out here.  He won’t be in harm’s way any more.”

“But you will,” Conner muttered.

“Exactly.  I agree with Conner.  Why would you risk…”

“Because I think it’s partially my fault, that’s why.  He was fine until I asked him to move in, and suddenly he’s a different person.  That’s why.  I can’t explain it, but I’m keeping him here under guard until his family arrives on Monday.”

Billy shook his head but knew that debate was over.  “What guard?”

“Dean White.  Keith’s friend.  Keith will be here in the morning.  I’m paying you extra to stay here, too.  Can you do it?”

Billy nodded, unhappily, but resigned.  “You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Great.  That sets my…”

A loud crash and a grunt came from the house.  Shep showed at the door again and screamed, “Where thefuck … is he.  Where’s Brian.  I saw him.  Get away from me you f…ing hornet.”  He smacked it between his hands, mystery solved, but failed to kill it.

Billy was on the porch and could see Frank lying motionless on the kitchen floor.  Sara’s entire silverware drawer was out and broken, the contents strewn everywhere.  Billy shoved Shep back into the house.

“You little bastard,” he snarled.  He hit Shep dead on in the jaw deliberately, and knocked him out cold.  He used Shep’s own belt to secure him.

Billy shook Frank with urgency.  “Frank.  Come on.  Wake up.  Come on.”

Frank came around, and winced.  He rubbed the top of his head and sat up.  Slowly he got to his feet.   

“What an idiot I am,” he said, softly.

“What happened?”  Billy asked.

“He said he needed a cup of tea.  He put the kettle on, got a cup down, and opened the drawer for a spoon.  Next thing I know he spun around and smashed the drawer right on my head.  He’s a hell of a lot faster than I am, that’s for sure.”  He moved slowly, and Sara took Conner by the hand and went into the house.  She got an icepack for Frank and made him sit at the kitchen table.

Billy tossed Shep, still unconscious, over his shoulder and walked with him to the utility shed.  He put him in, somewhat gently, and locked the door with its padlock.

He remained in front of the door, taking just a minute to grab a folding chair from the porch.  He opened it, sat down, and called over to Sara.  “I’m staying right here.  He either stays put or jumps the thirty feet out the back window.  Either way, problem solved.”

Sara nodded, relieved to have her house back, and began to make Conner a late lunch.  Laying on the floor near the couch, was a book of poetry that Shep had been writing in.  Conner found it as he glanced around the house looking for damage Shep might have done.

He read through it, not really understanding much of it, but he read a very disturbing rhyme that could have come from Silent Hill.
Brian the creep
Brian the cheat
Stab his heart
Make him part
With life and Love
And Send him above
Where he’ll think all is well
Until God sends him to Hell
Blood will spill
Veins will chill
Good Shep will grin
as blood drips down his chin

Where to find books, Info, website, etc.:
David’s writing blog, where you can learn about him and his books, but also about other authors and their works as well:  http://www.davidcleinman.com/writings
Toys In The Attic: 

This is part one of a series of interviews for my blog tour through Indie Writers Unite.  Look for the Support Indie Authors logo for further submissions.  Please support these authors, check out their blogs and purchase their books.  They are the best of the best.  /Sue Owen.

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