Yes, David Fraser is my writing partner here at Driving Blind Productions. So why am I interviewing my own writing partner? Well, we both branch out and work on solo projects from time to time. (Such as my YA paranormal romance Dream Shade, a blend of mystery, ghost story, and teen angst.) Dave decided to launch a blog tour promoting his latest solo project, The Dragon-Kitty. My son Cale stepped in to take Dave’s place and help me conduct this author interview with, er, Dave. Confused yet? We are, too.
Part 1 of Dave’s blog tour can be found on Stuart R. West’s site. We highly recommend reading that part, too. It’s totally worth the click. Okay, so without further ado, here’s David Fraser, author of The Dragon-Kitty, interviewed by Cale Gillan and Heather Fraser Brainerd…
Heather and Cale: What inspired you to write The Dragon-Kitty?
David Fraser: I have a regular writing partner with whom I write. See that? That was some fancy wordsmithing right there. Anyway, back to the question. I felt like it was time to see what I could do solo. I felt the need to spread my wings and soar like an eagle. Or possibly a buffalo rushing over a cliff.
H&C: Did you take inspiration from any other novels?
H&C: Which actor do you envision portraying Percy Potter in the movie?
DF: Well, nobody, since the Percy Potter character was eliminated in the final round of edits. I guess you must have read an early version. I found that the book became too overpopulated once the rocket crashed on Mars and all those Martian vikings came into the story. I had to get rid of some characters. One of the first casualties was Percy, whose parts were divided between President Obama and Rudolph, Percy’s talking dog. So to sort of answer your question, I can see President Obama playing President Obama and Anthony Hopkins as Rudolph.
H&C: Do you plan on a sequel to The Dragon-Kitty?
DF: No, but I’m considering a prequel trilogy. Those never go wrong. (Question: Did I just give a subtle jab at Star Wars Episode 1-3 or The Hobbit? The answer: Yes.)
H&C: And speaking of Star Wars, favorite Jar Jar scene?
DF: Oh, gosh. There are just too many great ones from which to choose. That was me wordsmithing again. I’d have to say the part where he starts freaking out in the submarine and Obi-Wan uses The Force to put him to sleep. For those who have not seen the movie, that’s “put him to sleep” in the literal sense, not the “my dog was getting too darn old” sense.
Interesting. Time for the rapid fire round!
Han or Greedo?
We must examine the situation from both cases:
1) Greedo shot first.
If Greedo was sitting two feet away, with his weapon drawn and aimed, and he still missed, he deserved to get fried. If you’re out there trying to be a bounty hunter, but you can’t hit a target that close, you won’t last long regardless of whether you shoot first or second. But let’s suppose for a moment that he was trying to miss. Why? Probably just to put a little scare into Han. If Greedo is such a great bounty hunter, he should know his quarry’s propensity toward violence. Firing a warning shot into the wall right next to Han’s head? That’s a great way to provoke return fire.
2) Han shot first.
While we don’t know all the details of Han’s background, we can tell by the fact that he frequents this hive of scum and villainy, not to mention his work for the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt, that he…hang on a second. This is supposed to be the rapid-fire round, isn’t it? Sorry.
Sebastian Shaw’s ghost or Hayden Christensen’s ghost?
Patrick Swayze’s ghost.
Merry or Pippin?
Legolas or Will Turner?
Legolas, but from LotR, not The Hobbit.
Cedric or Edward?
And here we are. The Sophie’s Choice of Pattinsonian greatness. It’s common to say that something like this is an impossible decision. That it’s like having to choose a favorite child. Well, it really isn’t impossible. Even if they won’t admit it, every parent has a favorite child. Mine is Becky. I pick Edward.
Excerpt from The Dragon-Kitty:
“Holy cow, Rudolph,” said President Obama as he peered through the keyhole of the conference room door. “They’ve got the whole kit and caboodle in there.”
“Both the kit and the caboodle? I didn’t think Mars had any caboodles left,” said Rudolph. The lack of caboodles was one of the reasons he had signed up for the mission. If there was one thing he hated, it was caboodles. If there were two things, it was caboodles and coconuts. Stupid, hairy coconuts. What even were they? Fruit? Seeds? Nuts? Some weird hybridization of all three? Just the thought of them made Rudolph growl.
“Stop thinking about coconuts. We’ve got work to do,” said President Obama.
“How did you know I was thinking about coconuts?”
“I’m psychic, remember?”
“Well, do your psychic thing through the door. Why do they need a caboodle?”
President Obama pressed his forehead against the door, one eye open and one closed. A single bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck and disappeared into his spacesuit. “I can’t quite make out what they’re thinking. Something about…someone listening in at the door. I wonder what that’s all about.”
He found out soon enough, as the door flew open and President Obama found himself staring at a Martian viking, complete with green skin, outfit made of fur, and horned helmet tipped at a jaunty angle.
When Rudolph was younger, he thought jaunty referred to a skin discoloration due to liver issues. It wasn’t until his sophomore year at Harvard that he finally learned that was called jaundice. But that doesn’t really play into the current story. It was just sort of an interesting aside. Well, it was an aside.
The viking, who stood more than eight feet tall, grabbed the front of President Obama’s spacesuit and lifted him until they were eye to eye. “And who might you be?” asked the viking with his Swedish/Martian accent.
“I’m President Obama,” said President Obama, “and I’m here to bring you hope.”
“And change,” added Rudolph.
“Yes, and change.”
The viking grinned. “Oh, goody. We need some hope and change around here. And some new patio doors. Did you bring any of those, too?” He turned and took President Obama into the conference room.
Rudolph rushed to follow, but the door slammed in his face. Lacking opposable thumbs, he wasn’t able to turn the knob. You’d think evolution would have provided him with proper thumbs before the ability to speak, but no. He’d have to find another way in.
There you have it. More typical zaniness from my brother and writing partner, David Fraser. Since The Dragon-Kitty isn’t in stores yet and has no release date (and, to be honest, I highly doubt its existence at all other than a few random excerpts), you can find our real books here and here. Happy reading!