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Welcome to Unwritten, TJ! Tell us a little about yourself. Where are you from? What do you do besides writing?
I've heard you are very close to finishing the first draft of your first novel. Can you give us any details about it?
When did you start writing, and what inspired you to do it?
Who and what are your favorite authors and genres?
Tell us about your experiences at F2K and WVU. Pros? Cons? Any classes there you'd recommend?
|"Feather" by TJ Marshall|
The publishing industry is going through some growing pains right now, with the rise in self-publishing and the e-book phenomenon. Have you decided yet what route (in terms of traditional or indie publishing) to pursue with your novel, and if so, why?
Like most of us writers, you've submitted stories to have them rejected. How do you handle rejection? Does it spur you on or knock some wind from your sails?
|Fairy Dreamcatcher |
by TJ Marshall
Finally, Mr. Marshall, do you have any excerpts you'd like to share?
The corner of the first page rolled up as if an unseen hand tried to turn it but Feather’s thumb held it in place. He moved his thumb and the page flipped to rest on the front cover. Then another did the same, only faster this time. Then another and another. Each time a page turned, it increased speed. The pages eventually moved so fast, Feather was able to feel a slight breeze against his cheek.
Please show me where I can find Mandrake’s Key, Feather thought.
The pages stopped midway through the book. Feather saw a white light appear in the crease where the binding was. The light increased until Feather couldn’t see anything beyond it.
A voice, soft and gentle, yet masculine, spoke in Feather’s mind. He recognized the voice as his own.
Amongst the wastelands the Key doth hide,And sits upon its throne.A shadowy tomb carved from North’s tide,Where the Eagle’s flag is flown.
As it spoke, a landscape appeared around him. He was suspended above a desert by a dark blue sea. He saw the desert ended in cliffs taller than Feather imagined possible. Carved into the cliff were two goliath-size eagles with wings spread. The tips of their wings touched and the eagles looked out toward the sea.
But if thy manage to find the KeyTouch not, you now are warned.For in the rainbow you’ll surely be,And thy mission will be scorned.
With the last word, the light disappeared and Feather found himself back in the room with Geoffrey and Dillon. The old man squinted and leaned forward as if examining Feather. Dillon was on all fours, back arched, teeth barred and tail straight up.
“Where did you go, son?” Geoffrey asked after a moment.
“I’ve been where the key is.”
It was a pleasure hosting you on Unwritten today! I hope you'll be back, and I wish you the best of luck!