Hi Melanie, thanks so much for having me on your blog today.
Well I’m sure everyone is anxious to find out more about you so let’s get started. Your bio says you grew up being unwanted, ordinary and slightly geeky. I know it’s painful to talk about but can you tell us why you always felt that way?
Well, who hasn’t, you know what I mean? In my case, I always had my head stuck in a book, I’ve always been a reader and pretty much lived in the library. They called me a prodigy too. I’ve always done well in school. Graduate Yale at eighteen and guess they call you geek, now. I don’t know. I’m just a normal guy, you know?
The unwanted part? That’s easy. Stephen, my messed up father, kept shipping me off to different places like boarding school in England and college at Yale when I hadn’t reached college age. What else am I supposed to think? Then that turd for a brother of mine, Roger, verbally abused me. Didn’t really give me that sort of warm fuzzy feeling… It wasn’t exactly Family Ties if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t say it’s painful, it just is what it is.
Can you tell us anything the dreams you’ve had for these last eleven years?
Freaky. That’s what they are. It’s the same dream, over and over again. I met this girl on the beach when I was six and she just kept… appearing in my dreams every night. It used to worry me. I thought I was losing it.
After a while, I realized that those dreams were far better than my reality and I started looking forward to them, you know? At least in my dreams I wasn’t being treated like crap.
Who is this girl who comes to you in your dreams?
The same girl that I met all those years ago on the beach. This girl named Calienta. I can’t explain it but we have this weird connection going on. From the first moment we met, I knew that we would be best friends. She made me feel… important. Like I mattered.
What was your reaction when she turned up with her tales of a prophecy that involved you?
That she was out of her mind! Seriously, what would you have thought yourself, Melanie? I felt like I’d been played. She just shows up and tells me all sorts of things about this prophecy and expected me to take them at face value.
Where was her proof? I assumed she was hiding dead bodies underground and I was next. Of course, I ended up trusting her, but, let’s just say I wasn’t going to believe her that easily.
Is there anything else you would like to/can share with the readers of The Star Child?
All I can tell you is that there’s this messed up Celtic god out there with a twisted sense of honor, psychotic focus on his father, whose running with Arawn, the Lord of Faerie. His sick dream is to bring the Earth to darkness, I mean total darkness. For whatever reason, I’m supposed to be able to stop this.
How? I couldn’t tell you. It’s not like I have any “powers” or anything. I’m just sort of brainy and have a photographic memory. Who knows? Oh and I used to like dogs, I’m just gonna to leave it at that.
Thanks for dropping by today, Kellen, and sharing with us. I’m sure you’ve tweaked a lot of interest in the readers and they’ll now want to read Stephanie’s book.