Thursday, August 28, 2014

Cocktails and Cock Tales with Kate Larkindale



Today we have Kate Larkindale at the cyber bar. Kate is a YA author whose debut novel, An Unstill Life, was released in January this year.
What we are Drinking
I invented a cocktail called a Siberian Dusk when I worked in a bar years and years ago.  I like to go to bars now and confuse bartenders by asking for one…  To make it, pour one shot of vodka and one shot of peach schnapps over ice in a tall glass.  Add two shots of cranberry juice, a squeeze of lime and top it up with soda water.  It’s delicious!  And a little dangerous.

Deanna: First things first. Where are you and what are you wearing?

Kate: I’m in my dining room and since it’s just after 6am and I just stumbled out of bed, I’m in my fluffy robe.  It’s probably all kinds of wrong to be drinking at this time of day, but what the hey! ((slugs back a half glass))

Deanna: What’s your poison? Vodka? Gin? Beer?

Kate: I’m actually a wine drinker mostly.  But on a hot day I can be talked into a gin and tonic or a cold beer.  I learnt my lesson about strong cocktails when I worked in a bar while at college.  Those things can be dangerous!  It feels like you’re just drinking pop, then, wham! You’re on the floor.

Deanna: True that! (((pours them both a round))) Cheers! Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book? (((sips on her cocktail)))

Kate: It’s about  fifteen-year-old Livvie who is essentially abandoned when her best friends get boyfriends just at the time she needs their support most.  Her sister is sick with leukemia and her mother is insane with worry.  Livvie finds comfort with the school ‘freak’ and they soon find their friendship turning into something more.  But this opens them up to bullying and persecution and even gets them banned from a school dance.  While she’s dealing with this, Livvie’s sister asks for help ending the pain and Livvie has to make some tough decisions about what she’s willing to do for the people she loves.

Deanna: Sounds great. Where did the idea for this story come from?

Kate: It started with a newspaper article about a girl banned from attending prom with her girlfriend.  It kind of outraged me and stuck in the back of my head.  When I read another article about a boys’ school also refusing to allow same-sex couples to attend dances, I realized there was a story I needed to write.

Deanna: What was the hardest part of writing this story for you?

Kate: It’s a very emotional book and a lot of the emotions aren’t pleasant.  Livvie’s relationship with her mother is a mess too, and that was hard to write.  I also really struggled with what Livvie’s decision about her sister’s plea should be because it’s a very delicate and controversial subject.

Deanna: Yeah it is. On that note, let's have another. (((pours them another round))) Boy, these things are tasty!! Now, what’s the easiest thing about writing your book?

Kate: Livvie has synesthesia so she sees sounds as colors and tastes color as flavor.  I thought writing descriptions through her eyes would be challenging, but it was actually a real joy.  I loved thinking about the world through this unique perspective.

Deanna: Are you a plotter or a panster?

Kate: Total pantser.  I’ve tried plotting, but if I outline too thoroughly, I know the story too well and writing it isn’t interesting anymore.  I love finding the story as I write.  It means more editing and revising, but I think my books are better for it.

Deanna: How long have you been writing?

Kate: Seriously for about six years, but I’ve always written.  I just wasn’t ready to admit it publicly.

Deanna: Do you ever have writers block? On those occasions that I do, I usually have a cocktail … or three…LOL But that’s just me.

Kate: I do.  I often get stuck somewhere along the way.  I tend to have a secondary project I’m working on, and when I get stuck, I work on that for a while and usually that unsticks me.

Deanna: Most of my stories have a theme song, do you do that for your characters?? If so what is it?

Kate: Not all my books have music attached, which is weird considering how into music I am.  An Unstill Life doesn’t have any music associated with it, really.  But the book I wrote after that is steeped in songs.

Deanna: Tell us about a scene that you have written then afterwards, when you read it, you shocked yourself? You know I want a dirty answer (((hint hint)))

Kate: There’s a scene in An Unstill Life where Livvie and Bianca take a bath together.  When I re-read that scene in editing, I was blown away by how hot it is even though they barely touch each other.


Available NOW!

An Unstill Life

Things at home are rough for fifteen-year-old Livvie Quinn. Jules, her beloved older sister is sick again after being cancer free for almost ten years.  Her mom becomes more frantic and unapproachable every day. School isn’t much better.  Just when she needs them most, her closest friends get boyfriends and have little time for Livvie – except to set her up on a series of disastrous blind dates.

Livvie seeks refuge in the art room and finds Bianca, the school ‘freak’.  Free-spirited and confident, Bianca is everything Livvie isn’t. Shaken by her mom’s desperation, her sister’s deteriorating condition, and abandoned by her friends, Livvie finds comfort and an attraction she never felt before with Bianca.

When their relationship is discovered, Livvie and Bianca become victims of persecution and bullying. School authorities won’t help and even forbid the pair to attend the Winter Formal as a couple. If Livvie defies them and goes, she risks expulsion and further ridicule from her classmates. At home, her mother’s behavior escalates to new levels of crazy and Jules is begging for help to end the pain once and for all.

While searching for the strength to make her life her own, Livvie must decide how far she’s willing to go for the people she loves.

GLTB YA

Publisher: Musa Publishing (http://musapublishing.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=24)
(https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18979066-an-unstill-life)

Excerpt:

I lolled against Bianca, aware of her distinctive raspberry scent enveloping me. My laughter caught in my throat, and I had trouble breathing through it. I looked up at her, watching the way the streetlights played across her features. With her head thrown back, her throat was long and white, and I was overcome with a sudden desire to touch it.
I didn’t say a word, but she seemed to hear my thoughts. Her laughter quieted, and she turned to look at me, her eyes glittering in the sodium glow. For a long time we stood there, eyes locked, the warm breeze wafting across our skin.
Bianca bent her head, and her lips settled upon mine. They were warm and soft, slippery with lipstick. I shivered and pressed my own lips hungrily against hers. Her mouth opened a little, and I followed, admitting her inquisitive tongue. It tickled mine, darting in and out, waltzing across my taste buds. The flavor of wine, exotic and sour at the same time, flooded my mouth.
My heart beat a rapid tattoo through my chest. This was wrong. I should not be doing this. But I remained mesmerized, nerves I’d never noticed before singing songs of ecstasy along my spine. Kissing Jesse had been nothing like this.
She pulled away, slowly, as if surfacing from a dive. She licked her lips, smiling in satisfaction. Her lipstick, smeared now, blurred her mouth into something unrecognizable. I ran my tongue across my lips and tasted her there, spikes of electricity igniting in my belly. This was better than I could have imagined.
“Wow…” she breathed. “You’re good.”
“Am I?” I reached for her again, wanting nothing but her mouth on mine once more.
“Yeah, you are.” She pushed me against the wall, and I lost myself in her kisses.
Time held no meaning. It could have been seconds or forever before I drew back. Nothing so good could be wrong, yet my stomach writhed with guilt. “I…I should get home.” My voice was unsteady.
Bianca glanced up at the star-speckled sky and nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”
It felt completely natural when, as we walked toward the bus stop two blocks away, she slipped her hand into mine.



About The Author

Having spent a lifetime travelling the globe, Kate Larkindale is currently residing in Wellington, New Zealand.  A cinema manager, film reviewer and mother, she’s surprised she finds any time to write, but doesn’t sleep much.  As a result, she can usually be found hanging out near the espresso machine.
Her short stories have appeared in Halfway Down The Stairs, A Fly in Amber, Daily Flash Anthology, The Barrier Islands Review, Everyday Fiction, Death Rattle, Drastic Measures, Cutlass & Musket and Residential Aliens, among others.
She has written eight contemporary YA novels, five of which other people are allowed to see.  She has also written one very bad historical romance.  She is currently working on a new YA novel that is still looking for a title other than its Twitter hashtag, #juvvielesbian.

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