SPOTLIGHT ON Brantwijn Serrah @_BookMistress
Today I not only blind Author Bratwijn with my spotlight, I interview her too!
When she isn’t visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends.
She can’t handle coffee unless there’s enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you.
She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours on end sketching characters and scenes in her secret notebooks.
MY FIRST Interview
1) What inspired you to write books?
At heart, I’ve always been a storyteller. I love telling stories, all kinds. At the end of the day, what inspires me to write is the excitement I feel when I think somewhere, there is a reader who might enjoy these stories as much as I do.
2) What do you love about writing in general?
You can make literally anything work the way you want it to. It takes work, mind you! You have to play by certain rules…but I have yet to find a tale I can’t tell, or a problem I can’t solve with the right application of research and imagination. Even if my research tells me the thing I want isn’t possible, there’s always a way to restyle it so it is. And usually, then, it’s even better.
3) What advice can you give aspiring Authors in your genre?
Read the authors who came before you. Listen to their voice. Learn what stories sound like. Then find your voice, and join in.
4) What’s your favorite part of being an author?
Haha, what else? The stories! I think readers may not realize this, but the stories are all new to me, too, in the beginning. For me, writing a new book of my own is just like finding a brand-new, never-before-seen paperback on the shelves. I love it!
5) What is the worst part about being an author?
6) What do you do for fun?
I’m something of a gamer, though I’m a gamer “at my own pace”. I rarely get revved up for new releases or highly-anticipated games right away. My friends all go crazy when a new Fallout game is released, which I admit is pretty fun…but I have just as much fun watching them get the brand-new stuff and gush over it. I play things like Fable, Recettear (an Item Shop’s Tale), Vampire the Masquerade, and Stardew Valley. Games I can enjoy without feeling like I’m in some rush to see all the brand-new goodies as soon as possible. I sometimes get around to those highly-anticipated games, but again, I do it at my pace. When I get the urge to go boot up Bioshock Infinite, it’s years since the release and all the excitement’s died down. For everyone but me, that is.
7) How do you find time to write?
I actually write by hand, at my desk, during my day job most times. I tend to have a lot of down time and it provides some good writing opportunities. On weekends sometimes I’ll put myself through some word sprints if I know I’ve really got to jog my creative juices and get serious about a project.
8) What is in your WIP or next book you thought about writing?
I’m currently working on the third book in my Blood and Fire series, an erotic lesbian romance set in Russia and Siberia, during the February Revolution.
9) Where do you write?
Wherever I am. Honestly, if there isn’t at least some part of my brain working on a story, it’s probably because I’m comatose. Not sleeping, because even my dreams are potential fodder for my books. Knocked out on cold and flu meds, though, then I might not have books on the brain. For a little while.
10) Are you a fulltime author?
Sure am. And I love it
Serenity Walker has cast runes for as long as she can remember. Her teachers call her a prodigy, and her secret studies hold the key to unlimited potential. Once an orphan left on an old woman’s doorstep, Serenity finally belongs. But when her mentor is murdered right in front of her, her hopes of a home die with him.
Her quest for vengeance leads her into a dangerous deal with a demon. Armed with its dark power and her own talent with the runes, she blazes a trail across the lands where ranchers and railroad men are kings, where the prevailing law is the law of the gun. To find the man who reshaped her past, Serenity offers up her future. She’ll face a world where weavers are hunted down to be hanged, whipped, or burned alive…but she won’t face it alone.
As Serenity’s mission takes her farther than most weavers are willing to go, she’ll have to decide who her true enemy is: the wicked men of the world, or the powerful demon inside her.
The monk stood in wait for her, halfway up the aisle. He’d appeared out of nowhere again, quick and quiet as a scavenging rat, and glared at her with eyes full of mean shock and disgust.
“Witch,” he spat. “I knew it as soon as I saw you. Devil! Bride of—”
Serenity threw the sigh of fehu at him, the sign of the cattle’s horns, and it caught him high in the chest to send him stumbling backward. The power issued forth a bit weaker than usual. Her demon felt suffocated in the holy place, sapped by the wards against their kind and hollowed out by the ravaging spells she’d twisted back in the tavern. But it cast the insufferable priest to the stone, striking him down with a callous resentment, and she stalked across the aisle at him.
“How dare you come into this place of worship!” he sputtered, crawling backward on his behind as she came closer. “How dare you—”
“How dare I?” she snarled.
“All I wanted was a place to rest for the night,” she muttered. “A room and a bed, and to be left alone. I didn’t come here to harm anyone. But somehow I get you, chastising me in the street, thinking to tell me what I can and can’t wear even while you sit there ogling, and I get your servants breaking into my room and burning years and years’ worth of study, and then I get a mob of your people screaming for my blood, planning on hanging me in the middle of the night. And you, padre, you have the gall to call me a murderer?”
“The Lord will repay you in kind!” the priest shrieked. “When you come here, doing the devil’s work! Wearing his symbol upon your breast! Whore! Devil’s whore!”
She leaned down and grabbed him by the front of his robes, pulling him up to meet her eyes.
“You’re right,” she hissed. “I do the devil’s work. I wear his mark. I traffic with demons and I command their power. So it might have been wise of you and your people not to piss me off.”