Interview with Michele Emmy, Author of Pieces of Eight

A while back we published Pieces of Eight by Michele Emmy, and recently we unveiled the new cover for the book, shown to the right. So, it's about time we post her interview.

Michele lives in Littleton, Colorado with her husband and son. A homeschool mom and tutor, she has written scores of parenting and education articles for newspapers and magazines, as well as fantasy and science fiction stories and novellas. A Clarion graduate, decades of daydreaming finally paid off when she won the Colorado Gold award for fantasy.

Hex-A-Gone is her first novel full length novel and we'll be publishing it in April. Pieces of Eight is an ecofiction novella about a desperate Wetworld confronting the reality of the world above.

Soaring ocean temperatures are destroying the oceans, the scorching heat and putrid waste slaughtering its denizens. A desperate Wetworld sends one of its own to Dryworld to assess and mitigate the threat. But as their emissary struggles to understand and confront their foe, she realizes that if Wetworld wins its battle for survival, something more vital will vanish forever.

Now, let's get to know Michele a little better.

Q: How would you describe yourself/life in seven words?

A: Obsessed with recipes. Delighted when sentences work.

Q: Besides being a writer, what other types of jobs have you held?

A: I've worked as a nanny, homeschool mom, tutor, presidential campaign staffer, customer service representative, medical practice manager, community and commercial barter club owner and operator, magazine editor, and social media advisor.

Q: How do you go about researching for a book?

A: That’s the beauty of writing fantasy. I don’t have to. I make it all up.

Q: What would you like your readers to come away with after reading your book?

A: Mostly I want them to enjoy themselves while reading.

Q: If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?  Explain?

A: Seriously? Because that’s what I said to my husband when he popped the question, and it kind of exemplifies my attitude towards life in general.

Thanks to Michele for sharing a few things about her life and writing process. Now here's a teaser from the beginning of Pieces of Eight that you can get on Amazon in eBook.

Pieces of Eight Opener

The language of octopi has no words, no concepts. Only senses. Thousands of them, distinct, each a harbinger of the world unfolding around us. The cease of motion when a predator glides past, the taint of death eddying around it. The cloying stench of coral, comparable to a human with questionable oral hygiene. The soft crack of newly hatched eggs.

We cannot smell, you say? Sounds are muted underwater, shadows distorted? To you, perhaps, who smell only through nostrils, hear only through ears. Wetworld creatures do not separate the senses—they are as tangled as a kelp canopy, accentuating one another.

Even when we hunt, we do not destroy, but envelop. Predator and prey become one as we consume, are consumed, and as part of some new entity, consume again. It is our dance, and we dance it through eternity. Wetworld exists, how would you put it? All for one and one for all.

Octopi are solitary creatures. We lurk in caves, nestle in crevasses—except when on the hunt. Then we glide, a deeper black against dark water. We unfold, senses prickling, until sustenance appears. And then we lunge. Buoyed by a blinding determination that temporarily thrusts aside our shyness—we MUST feed! we WILL feed!—we envelop what we need and retreat, sated. But not merely by flesh—it is the essence of our prey that sustains us, connects us. We savor this feeling, this unity, until our bellies shrink once again and hunger drives us outward.

That was all I knew of life. To me, it was enough. Until the day you plucked me from my world, and altered yours forever.

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Pieces of Eight: A desperate Wetworld confronts the reality of the world above in this ecofiction tale.

Soaring ocean temperatures are destroying the oceans, the scorching heat and putrid waste slaughtering its denizens. A desperate Wetworld sends one of its own to Dryworld to assess and mitigate the threat. But as their emissary struggles to understand and confront their foe, she realizes that if Wetworld wins its battle for survival, something more vital will vanish forever.

Fall for Freedom: When a deal with an angel is more dangerous than a deal with the devil.

Pete Sinclair’s on the run for sabotaging a nearly open portal to Hell and helping a fallen angel escape from a mountain prison cell. While he’s innocent, his open warrant for damnation has every demonic mercenary in pursuit. His only hope for freedom lies in a deal with an angel apprentice that includes brandishing the only weapon that weakens angels. If only he had a clue how to use a sword…or the courage to face a fallen angel.

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Genesis: The Mutant Monsters of Marsden Mountain: A nasty chemical spill overtakes a town and turns animals & objects into FUN monsters! When the people of the town returned home after a chemical spill, they're greeted by mutated monsters eager to share their newly authentic selves. But the humans force them to relocate to a small hidden mountain town. There, these spunky creatures build a thriving community where they celebrate their differences. The mutant monsters learn valuable life lessons too: acceptance, fellowship, kindness & more.

Fall Night Fun: Farmyard animals race to find the perfect pumpkin to carve before dawn! Apollo, the horse, and Jerry, the squirrel are best friends who live on a farm. Because Jerry is an Eastern Grey Squirrel, he never gets to see the night time stars. But on one fateful fall night, Apollo takes Jerry, along with friends, on a nighttime adventure to find pumpkins that they can carve their names into. Will Jerry be able to see the stars and find the perfect pumpkin before the sunrise?

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Catholic Daughters of Catholic Mothers: A Memoir and Guided Journal: Join a nostalgic romp through a Catholic upbringing. You'll laugh and cry as Dr. Martha Lucas recounts a generation of Catholic daughters of mothers devoted to their church during the 60s and 70s.

Martha candidly recounts memories of her Catholic childhood: beginning with her parents choosing which saint to name her after and continuing through her Catholic high school education, taught by nuns. Experience the strict discipline and rules of a system where independent thinking was discouraged. Parents and elders were to be obeyed and respected, while children were expected to accept punishment out of the fear of God. After all, obedience was a gift from the Holy Spirit. Everything was forbidden, everyone was a sinner, and every action put students at risk for “going to hell.

Call for Obstruction & Warrant for Damnation: My name is Barry, although it might as well be Loser. Satan owns my soul, and my demon boss, Margery, tortures me with her magical cigarettes every chance she gets. While I'm desperate for freedom, I'll do anything to stop her from opening the Gates of Hell...or any other crazy thing she has planned. My odds of saving mankind are uncertain, but I have to try.

Back to School Reading for Kids with These Awesome Picture Books

Sadly, summer reading is over. Thankfully, it's never time to stop reading!

Now it's back to school, and before you know it, it'll be time to snuggle up under a blanket by the fire with a little one and a good picture book. Here are two books that we recently published that the kids are sure to enjoy.

Fall Night Fun includes Farmyard animals racing to find the perfect pumpkin to carve before dawn!

Apollo, the horse, and Jerry, the squirrel are best friends who live on a farm. Because Jerry is an Eastern Grey Squirrel, he never gets to see the night time stars. But on one fateful fall night, Apollo takes Jerry, along with friends, on a nighttime adventure to find pumpkins that they can carve their names into. Will Jerry be able to see the stars and find the perfect pumpkin before the sunrise?

Fall Night Fun is a perfect Halloween read. The colorful illustrations by Lauren Curtis puts everyone in a fall mood, and the characters are fun and lively. Join the adventure and find out if the animals are successful with their quest.

Get Fall Night Fun in paperback or eBook on Amazon.

Read an interview with author Marin Resnick in our blog.

In The Mutant Monsters of Marsden Mountain: Genesis a nasty chemical spill overtakes a town and turns animals & objects into FUN monsters!

Reading in a Classroom

When the people of the town returned home after a chemical spill, they're greeted by mutated monsters eager to share their newly authentic selves. But the humans force them to relocate to a small hidden mountain town. There, these spunky creatures build a thriving community where they celebrate their differences. The mutant monsters learn valuable life lessons too: acceptance, fellowship, kindness & more.

This quirky & poetic series is for all kinds of kids...big & small. Watch as the monsters’ friendships blossom & creativity sprouts. What will happen as they learn about life & embrace adventure? Read The Mutant Monsters of Marsden Mountain: Genesis and you’ll find out!

Get The Mutant Monsters of Marsden Mountain: Genesis in paperback or eBook on Amazon.

Read an interview with author Miranda Tanner in our blog.

These books are perfect for home and school. They teach about friendship and cooperation and tolerance and more, all great lessons for kids. Your children will want your to read them to you over and over again.

The Fun Parts of Motherhood: Naming Babies and More

Dr. Martha Lucas has an interesting story about how she was named. This and much more from her on being a baby in her Catholic Daughters of Catholic Mothers book about life as a Catholic woman in the 60s, 70, and beyond.

They named me after Saint Martha, the patron saint of housewives, servants, and cooks. Catholics turn to her when dealing with chronic stress and doubt. Martha was a worker, keeping everybody fed and dressed in clean clothes, while her sister Mary had chosen “the good portion.” What’s meant by this old saying is that Mary was concerned with more spiritual things. She was the sister who spent countless hours conversing with Jesus almost to the exclusion of practical and domestic matters that were more suitable burdens for Martha.

During my birth, my mother suffered through a very long and hard labor—I obviously didn’t want to come out. A priest even gave her the last rites. My mother and father decided that if she lived and the child lived, and it was a girl, the child would be named Martha. A boy would be named John Jr., which was already a given. Well, it was me… Martha Lucas. It’s the name they gave me and the name I’ve kept. Admittedly, I’ve changed it due to marriage even though the man to whom I am married now has the opinion, “why would you take my name? I don’t own you. You are not my property.”

Dr. Martha Shares the Challenges of Being a Single, College Student, Working Mom Ready to Date

Being a single working mom attending college is hard enough. Find out what happened to Dr. Martha when she was also ready to date.

Twenty somethings date. So I did. In my mind, I can’t apologize or punish myself enough for not being at home with my children every minute that I wasn’t at work or in school. Did you say Catholic guilt? Oh, I’m an expert at that. I was guilty then and I’m still guilty. I will never make it up to them for their worse than average childhood, but I keep trying. More fodder for therapy.

Some ten years after I got divorced, I met my current husband. I told my parents that I had had my first marriage annulled, so it was “okay” in the eyes of God for me to get married again. What a bunch of bull. And here’s one more crazy, bullshit thing. My husband and I slept in separate rooms while my parents were in town for our wedding. We pretended we were practicing celibacy for my parents. We were lying. One might say we did that so my parents wouldn’t be uncomfortable with us sleeping in the same bed in their presence. Or, you could say that I still wanted my parents to love me, to accept me, to think I was a good person. I was still trying to be someone they could be proud of.

As an adult, did you lie to your parents about your non-Catholic behavior?

The Complications of Mother Daughter Relationships

Dr. Martha talks about shaming women about their appearance, a thing that seems timeless. Did your mother preach modesty or let you choose what you wore? Here's an excerpt from Catholic Daughters of Catholic Mothers and one of Dr. Martha's experiences on the topic from when she was growing up.

Modesty and shame. Strangely, I think they go together or at least have gone together in my life. My mother’s focus on modesty created a body image problem that still haunts me to this day. I can never be thin enough. Thank God that never translated into an eating disorder. It’s just a daily worry about being fat: criticizing my body, wondering if I can weigh less, and distressing about ballooning into a fat blimp in a flash. One day I have a waist and the next I’m 100 pounds overweight. Kind of like what I said about my mother previously, having a waist after she had my youngest brother and then, before my eyes, she was fat. That’s what I have told myself for more than 50 years. Intellectually, I know she didn’t become overweight overnight, but the story I’ve told myself is exactly that. It happened in the blink of an eye. And so, I believe it can happen to me. The scale will just keep going up, and I won’t be able to stop it. I must be vigilant. I was 10 years old when mom had a waist. After that, all I remember is the overweight body. The body hidden in tent dresses.

There’s a sense of shame in all things body related. But it’s more than just shameful if I wear too short a skirt, or too low-cut a blouse, or too sexy a dress, or no bra in public. The not wearing a bra thing. You know why that will never happen, me being in public without a bra? Because when I was about 16 years old in the days of burning bras, I went to work one day without a bra. It just so happened that Mom came to the mall that day, saw me without a bra on, and made me ask my boss for a break so I could go buy a bra. Yep. That was her response. Not “Martha! Don’t ever go out again without wearing a bra. And by the way, you’re grounded for a week.” Nope. It’s always black or white… good or bad. She made me buy a bra and put it on before I went back to work. And I still think about that episode of our life together. God, I hope I never made my girls feel that way, embarrassed and terrible about not wearing a piece of underwear. And the why of it. Why do I have to wear a bra? Because men, disgusting men, will see me as a sex object? Will going braless make me want to have sex? Are nipples a body part to be hidden? Will people think I’m a slut? Mom never explained why all those thoughts are in my mind when I don’t wear a bra. God forbid our handyman should show up one day when I’m casual at home without a bra on. What would he think? “That’s ridiculous,” my intellectual brain says, but my rat brain says, “Don’t do it.”

How did your mother talk to you about your body if she talked to you about it all?

Dr. Martha Shares Why Women Should Set Aside Time for Self and Breathe

Dr. Martha learned the importance of taking time for self from her experiences as a child. She knows what it's like to spend too much time worrying and what it does to the body mind and spirit. In this excerpt she shares her story and one way you can relieve stress.

Martha's Rat Brain

Trauma is a strong, scary word. But honestly, my childhood experience drives my animal brain to think that if one of our appliances breaks, we’re going to go bankrupt. My go to emotion is fear and the worst possible outcome. All those years of sitting on the steps, waiting for my dad to come home safe, thinking of the absolute worst thing that could happen to most kids, a parent dying, has left its mark. I was a worried, scared, helpless, poor kid. And that’s the message that my amygdala, my animal brain, transmits throughout my body all the time. Sometimes I wonder how I would be different if I had been nurtured through that worry. How would I be different if my mother had soothed me somehow that Dad would be home, not to worry? Hugged me. But that never happened. For one thing, I snuck out of my room after she went to bed. As far as I know, she had no idea that I sat on the steps every night. She had no idea that I worried, waited for him to come up the stairs, and then could go to bed. I must have been flat out exhausted as a kid.

According to both modern medicine and Chinese medicine—my career is a combination of both—our lungs hold grief. They don’t work well if we’re holding on to grief. And we need a healthy breathing cycle in order to have a strong immune system. No wonder I had asthma. My twenty-plus years of practicing Chinese medicine has also shown me that I’ve inherited my father’s fear. DNA is energy; we inherit the energies of our parents, our grands, our great grands, on and on. We are helpless not to inherit it. Dad’s father ran off and his mother committed suicide when he was five, leaving him abandoned, alone. So, there’s that inherited part of my rat brain, even older than my sitting on the stairs, hoping he’d come home alive.

That’s my legacy; yours is hopefully different.

Breathe. One of my favorite breathing methods, the one that I suggest to my patients, is to breathe deeply from the belly up. Yes, belly up. Your belly will expand when you breathe deeply. Bring your breath up and then start the exhale from the top of your chest down to the belly. It’s circular. Bottom up… top down. It gets you into your body and out of your animal brain.

Dr. Martha’s Experience as a Single Mom in the 70s

You've come a long way, babe. That's what Dr. Martha shows in the chapter about her divorce in Catholic Daughters of Catholic Mothers. In this excerpt she shows her willingness to challenge the beliefs of the day and set her life on a nontraditional path.

My D I V O R C E

Naturally, I was taught that marriage is for life. If you got divorced, you weren’t allowed to remarry unless the first marriage was annulled. You could be divorced in the “eyes of the state” but not in the “eyes of God.” It’s because God joins the couple in marriage. Yes, God is there at your wedding, securing your vows. The vows are between the couple and God Himself. I’d say, “or Herself” but we’re talking back in the 70s, so I’ll go with the feeling of that day: God is male.

Anyway, I got divorced when the kids were about 2, 3, and 6. We had a regular dad goes to work and mom (me) stays home life, but I wanted what I called “freedom.” Their father was a good guy, hard worker, but I wanted to finish college and not just be a stay-at-home mom. I wanted to help stop the nuclear power plant, Marble Hill from being built across the river from where we lived.

The kids and I moved out of the house, and visitation was set up. I enrolled at the University of Louisville and got a job with a group called The Senate of Religious. One day I was telling my boss, Sister Mary Claire, that the kids and I needed a place to live. Lo and behold, she knew of an empty rectory—of all places—that the pastor of the parish would rent to us for very low rent. He was willing to do that because there was a group of retired ladies who played Bingo in the large front parlor once a month. He wanted the rectory to have some life in it, some cleanliness in it, so it was ours. But what a spot! It was a mess! My brother John—God love him—came down for a few weeks to clean up the place for us. He literally hosed down the first floor. Really, he took a garden hose and washed it from ceilings to floor. We put a roach bomb in the kitchen and came home to a sheet of roaches covering every appliance. Ugh. But it had an enormous kitchen, living room, three bedrooms, multiple bathrooms, and even an office where I could study.

Did you grow up in a divorced family?