Sunday, July 27, 2008

Back Porch Writer...July 2008


Originally published July-2008, Christian Fiction Online Magazine.
Interview with Robert Liparulo
By
Valerie Anne Faulkner

While sitting on my back porch, enjoying the gorgeous day, I gather my thoughts and get ready for my virtual escapade across the country. I imagine it will take a couple days on the road.

Jeep-check.
Hubby-check.
Jake (my dog)-check.
Let’s go!
First stop, Colorado.

Having received my very first assignment as an interviewer, I’m wondering if I should have learned short-hand… although I doubt it would make this any easier.
I’ve felt edgy and a bit apprehensive since finding out I had the ‘scary-story-telling’ author to interview. I knew he wrote, ‘sit on the edge of your seat’ thrillers and being a scaredy-cat at heart I speculate, will this change my dreams into nightmares?

Robert Liparulo is an award-winning author of over a thousand published articles and short stories. He’s filling our bookshelves with acclaimed thrillers, like Comes a Horseman and Germ, which have been optioned by Hollywood.

His latest thriller Deadfall, is a techno retelling of Deliverance. Also, just released is his young adult series Dreamhouse Kings. The first of the 2008 summer sizzlers in this series are House of Dark Shadows and Watcher in the Woods.
In addition to his prolific writing he’s an avid scuba diver, reader, traveler, and law enforcement/military enthusiast. He lives in Colorado, with his wife and four children.

My mythical meandering across the U.S.A. to Colorado fared well, however the thoughts of the meeting still had me a bit anxious. I wanted this to be great. My mind played games as I visualized the scenario.

I’m picturing myself… first my mind going blank, then… I’m speechless!

Bill reassures me, “That’ll never happen.”

I sneer at hubby, “funny.”

I say a little silent prayer; “Please God, Help! This is my big chance… I’m going to earn credits as an author, on my own journey up the publishing world ladder.”

God miraculously hears me.

My unjustified jitters disappear, as Bill, Jake, and I are greeted with warm smiles, and friendly hellos. Mr. Liparulo and his family are gracious and kind. Their hospitality calms any nervousness, and after a refreshing green tea; I’m eager to get to work.

The author shows me to his office. He offers me a seat on a beautiful leather sofa, which faces an old dark-wood desk. I glance around as he gathers his papers together and I think to myself… this looks so author-like.

Shelves filled with books, lots of wood accents, a table-top replica of Michelangelo’s Moses and an old hour glass; elegant pieces that adorn his study. I hear a familiar melody softly playing from the sound system and I am eased by the charming surroundings. A large window overlooks the treed yard and I see my ‘boys’ have found a relaxing place to rest while they wait.

“This is delightful. I have so many questions.” I glance at my paper work, fumbling for my glasses; I take a breath, smile at him and ask, “May I begin?”


***
Valerie: How do you personally relate to characters in your stories? For example: Luco Scaramuzzi from Comes a Horseman.

Robert: When I write from a character’s point of view, I am that character. Even when I'm not actually writing, I sort of live that character: at a restaurant, I may think, “What would so-and-so order?”; when I’m just hanging out with my family and friends, I tend to think the way the character thinks. So, I argue points from a position I normally wouldn’t take, necessarily. I try to get inside that character’s mind. “Method writing” I call it. Fortunately, my friends and family know this about me, and they give me lots of grace. When I was working on my young adult series, and the point-of-view character was a twelve year old, I drove my wife crazy. I wanted to take the kids for ice cream just about every day, go to the Six Flags amusement park in Denver, watch adolescent movies . . . all the stuff a twelve-year-old boy would do.

With Scaramuzzi, who’s a bad guy to the highest order, I got pretty dark. Since his thinking was diametrically opposed to my own, I found myself in a funk whenever his scenes came up. I did understand him, somewhat. Bad guys don’t think they’re bad; only that they’re more enlightened than others. I hope that I infused in him a humanity that his actions didn’t reflect, but his thinking did. Now, from the perspective of several years since I wrote about him, I hope I don’t have any of the greed and delusion that were part of his character, but I’m sure on some level I do. Writing about characters both good and evil helps me explore my own strengths and weaknesses. As a writer, I’m interested in how some of us turn toward the light and some go the other way. I think all of us have it in us to go either way. But for the grace of God . . . And I mean that literally.

Valerie: How did you come up with his name?

Robert: I have no idea. I do tend to come up with sharp-sounding names for antagonists. Scaramuzzi, Karl Litt in Germ. In Deadfall, I broke down and named a secondary bad guy “Bad,” but that was more of a product of the youth and video game culture I was examining in that story. Someone pointed out that in Deadfall, my bad guys have unusual names—Declan, Bad, Kyrill—while the good guys were Tom, David, Laura, John, who everyone called “Hutch,” a shortening of his last name. Maybe it’s a subconscious thing, I don’t know: good is normal; evil is unusual. I’m probably thinking too much about it now.
There’s a clue in Comes a Horseman involving Scaramuzzi’s name. A character says “scary movie,” and the protagonists, who’ve administered sodium amytal—so-called truth serum—to this person, have no idea why he would be repeating that. We learn later that he was saying “Scaramuzzi.” That idea came when I told my wife over the phone that I’d been writing about Scaramuzzi. She said, “Are you saying ‘scary movie’?” It seemed to fit.

Valerie: You have a large family. What sort of bedtime stories do you tell your children? Have the kids been frightened by them?

Robert: I tell them stories about my childhood, and I embellish the facts to make the events sound more dramatic than they were—they know I do that, it’s a running gag in our home. I used to live in the Azores Islands, for example, and attended a running of the bulls, Pamplona-style. In my story, the bulls won: They gored and trampled everyone in the street, then jumped on boats and sailed away. And I have a nasty habit of adding scary bits to even the stories I read. They do get mildly frightened, and that’s my intention. All in good clean fun. Now, my eleven-year-old writes stories, and I have to tell you, they are pretty scary. Not in a disturbed way, but I sometimes think, “Wow, this kid knows how to build suspense. Where did that come from?”

Valerie: Have you or your family ever experienced ‘creepy’ feelings while traveling? Motels, hotels… feel like you need to be checking around corners, because of your vivid imagination?

Robert: My family, no. Me, yes. I am constantly hopping out of bed, checking on noises and into shadows. You can’t always turn it off. I like to write late at night. Sometimes I catch movement in the corner of my eye and jump, only to realize it was a passing car or my own reflection in the window. My stories often involve a family member in jeopardy. I think that’s a fear of mine that plays out in my stories. My sister died young in a car accident. At the time, I had just started a family. My first two children were babies. I remember going into their room the day my sister died. I just looked at them sleeping, and I realize bad things could happen to them at any time. I just wanted to embrace them and never let them go, to protect them forever, but of course we can’t. We have to pray for them and do the best we can, but we have to let them venture into this big, scary world. Letting go, releasing that embrace, involves hope. All of my stories have a central foundation on hope.

Valerie: Do you have experience with your weapons of choice, in your novels? Are you a hunter, yourself?

Robert: I try to shoot all of the weapons my characters use. I have friends who are in the police department and others who are firearms collectors, so I have incredible access to weapons that aren’t normally available to the average person. Sometimes, I have to rely on research. I never handled the China Type 64 used for an assassination in the first chapter of Comes a Horseman, but a weapons expert told me that would be the ideal pistol for that situation, because it’s the quietest handgun ever created. On a philosophical level, I’ve always been fascinated by weaponry in general, how it can be used in either good ways or evil ways. It’s analogous of a lot of things available to us—sex, wine, money. I am a bow hunter, but I don’t get out as often as I’d like to.

Valerie: Comes a Horseman and Germ are going to the big screen. Have you thought about who could play your characters? Are you excited about the possibilities, wondering if they’ll meet your expectations? Have you ever acted?

Robert: I didn’t have anybody in mind while writing the stories, so my ideas of the “perfect” actors for the characters shift with the Hollywood winds. I hear that producer is after a particular person or an actor expresses interest, and I think, “Yeah, I can see that.” There are so many things in Hollywood that factor into who might take on a role—scheduling, money, who else is involved—that it’s a revolving door of possibilities. In college, I started out as a motion picture production major, before switching to English, so having so much interest in my stories from producers is definitely exciting. I don’t write with movies in mind, but I tend to write cinematically. I acted some in high school, but quickly realize that wasn’t my calling. I directed some theater, a discipline I think helps me describe scenes, but I can’t see myself ever on stage or in front of the camera.

Valerie: Do you feel like the protector of your family? Have you ever been in a scary situation, and then used it in your writing?

Robert: I’ve had friends compliment me on how protective I am of my family, but I sometimes think I’m overprotective. It’s that letting go I mentioned earlier.I’ll give you an example of a time I caused a scary situation. The first thing I did when I set out to research the possibility of an actual organization like The Watchers (that’s the name they go by in Comes a Horseman) is call some theologian/researchers I know. They said they’d heard rumors of such an organization, but the best they could do was refer me to people who knew more about the subject. I’d call them and they’d send me to someone else. Pretty typical stuff for a journalistic investigation. The hope is that each person you talk to brings you closer to the “inner circle,” the truth. Eventually, the people I called became rude, telling me to mind my own business or simply hanging up on me. One night, at about three in the morning, I got a call from one of the early researchers I’d spoken to. He told me I was getting too close, that I had to stop the research. The next day, there was a message on my office voice mail. The caller had used a voice-changer to electronically disguise his voice. The message was, “Stop... or else.” If I were writing nonfiction, I’d have continued the pursuit. But this is fiction and between the two calls, I guessed whosever toes I stepped on was ticked off and serious about stopping me. I didn’t want to find our cat nailed to my front door, so I stopped looking for The Watchers. In the book, I used the information I had gathered to that point, and I also had one of the characters get called by someone using an electronic voice-changer, so all was not lost.

Valerie: In the beginning of your career, you wrote short stories and articles. What made you decide to write your first novel?

Robert: At heart, I’ve always been a fiction writer. I love telling stories. When the short story market dried up—magazines started caring less about the story than the names that would draw readers to them: Ray Bradbury, John Updike—I turned to whatever would put bread on the table, and that was non-fiction articles. I got caught up in making a living and wrote as a journalist for many years. I became good friends with James Byron Huggins, an extraordinarily talented novelist, and he learned of my “first love.” He prodded me relentlessly to try my hand at fiction again, particularly novels. After a year of enduring his late-night calls to see if I’d put any storytelling on the page, I finally started doing it. I’d get up at three or four in the morning and write on a novel idea until eight or nine, when I’d have to get working on my articles. Eventually, I wrote enough to show some agents and publishers.

Valerie: Do you feel your faith played a role in where you are today?

Robert: I was a freelance article writer for years. It’s not always a profitable endeavor. I knew—knew—God made me to be a writer, so I’d keep writing. There were days when I considered going into accounting or advertising or anything that seemed more stable. But I’d always come back to what I was designed, or wired, to do, and that was to write. So, through feast and famine, that’s what I did. I always thought if I died broke, at least I did what I believed was my calling to do.

When my novel writing took off, I faced a different dilemma: Do I try to infuse spirituality into my stories, or do I write what was in my heart to write, whether it was obviously spiritual or more subtly so? My goal was to match the craft and entertainment value of best-selling mainstream authors: Lee Child, Jonathan Kellerman, Michael Crichton, John Grisham, James Lee Burke. I wanted a reader to experience the thrill of an interesting story well told. Usually, for the secular reader, the big turn-off of “Christian fiction” is the preachiness; while for Christian readers, secular novels contain too many things that fly in the face of their faith. Even so-called “clean” secular novels often have salty language and things like the main character living with a boyfriend or girlfriend, without that bad behavior ever being addressed. I think there’s a way to show good as good and evil as evil without offending God or His children and without being preachy. I believe there’s a way to satisfy both worlds, so that secular readers get what they’re missing from “Christian fiction” — God’s righteousness — and Christian readers get what’s often missing from faith-based fiction — topics that are edgy, nonstop pacing, and an emphasis on entertainment. God’s at work on every page of Comes a Horseman, Germ, Deadfall and my young adult novels—a series called Dreamhouse Kings. I’m sure of that. But He doesn’t need me to invoke His name on every page, any more than mountain peaks need to have His name carved into them for people to see Him there.


Valerie: Could you imagine yourself doing anything else with your life? You look like a country singer, or a builder, or an actor; you look like you could do anything. Is writing your only goal?

Robert: It is. Writing is it. Maybe something in the movies or television, as a writer, director, or creator, but I think any of those still fall into the “storyteller” field. I once wrote some songs, which wound up on a struggling band’s album. I can see maybe writing a song or two in the future, but not performing. The only things I ever thought I’d like to do other than storytelling, was child psychiatry or teaching. I love kids and would love to help them find their place in this world. Maybe God is showing me how to do that, and still stay in the field for which He designed me, by putting the Dreamhouse Kings story in me. It has all the excitement and action and thrills young people love—it’s about a family that stumbles on a house that has portals into the past—but ultimately there’s a positive message about finding your purpose.

Valerie: Last, I know you have been asked so many questions during your career, but I was wondering… is there any one thing you would like to share with your fans? Something they haven’t asked but you think they would enjoy hearing?

Robert: Wow, that’s a tough question, mostly because there are so many things . . . . Probably, more than anything, I’d want to talk about the stories themselves. Not where the ideas come from, or the mechanics of how I write, or how to land an agent, or all those “business of writing” questions I hear a lot. Let’s talk about story, about the passion necessary for a story to take flight. Why this story? Why now? What’s it about? Wherever it came from, you have to want to tell a story so badly that it’s all you talk about, all you think about, to put in the hours and days and months it takes it tell it, to tell it just the way you were meant to tell it—whether people “get” it or not. I think if you have a story worth telling, one that people want to read, one that touches them, it will find an audience. But even that shouldn’t be your primary concern as a writer. You need only to want to tell a story that resonates with you. We’re all experiencing much of the same things it means to be human—in general and specifically in this time we find ourselves living in, so a writer needs to have faith that what resonates with him or her will resonate with others. It doesn’t matter that some people don’t like the way you told it, or whatever. In fact, if everyone likes your stories, they probably aren’t edgy enough or profound enough to touch anyone deeply.

So . . . the question I’d like to hear is, “What makes you so passionate about this story?” For Deadfall it’s that I wanted to explore the idea of doing what’s right, even if it meant losing your life doing it. What makes a hero? Could I be heroic? Could I face an overwhelming enemy and not run away, when others will perish because of my cowardice?

For Dreamhouse Kings, it’s that it says a lot about the meaning of family and what we’d do for the ones we love. It’s everything I feel for my family—and even beyond them, to what I feel for my friends, for my neighbors, for my fellow humans. Do I love you enough to face danger and to put aside my own interests to save your life, your dreams? I hope I do . . . and that’s a story I wanted to tell.

***

“Wow!” Was this all I could say. Mesmerized and awed, I knew this interview was great. With confidence I stood up and offered my hand. “Mr. Liparulo?”

His grip expressed sincerity. “You may call me, Robert.”

“This has been a remarkable experience for me, and I appreciate your input. I know for myself and all the reader’s it’s been a pleasure getting to know you. Thank you.”

***
Valerie Anne Faulkner, a New York native moved to the Gulf Coast of Florida in 1973. Author of “I Must Be in Heaven, a promise kept” she spends her days working side by side with her husband Bill, as an electrician; then evenings, as a writer. Valerie Anne’s family is very important to her, and she cherishes time spent with her three grown children and six grandchildren.

A few hours enjoying one of Florida’s Gulf beaches, is her favorite way to relieve stress and refresh from her busy lifestyle.

Valerie’s motto, “A day with prayer… seldom unravels.”

www.imustbeinheaven.com
www.christianfictiononlinemagazine.com

Book fair Fantasy almost Fizzles

From:
Valerie’s Desk…

I just wanted to thank Dahris Clair, president of Florida Writer’s Association-New Port Richey Chapter, and Author of “The House on Slocum Road,” for organizing the Book Fair at New Port Richey Library, yesterday.

Arriving:
When I signed up to attend the Book Fair I considered things like, how many books should I bring? Then, I thought about how many books I might sell? Considering the cost of books, shipping, and my time, umm, I'd better take and hope for about twenty. Yes… that would be a good day!

So Bill and I, (the guy I hang out with all the time, you know my best friend, my publisher, and hubby) gather posters, sales slips, and business cards etc. and make our entrance at 10:30 A.M., ready to set the world on fire. A girl can dream, right?

We lugged all our goodies (I should have left some of the books in the jeep) to the second floor wondering half way up the stairs, if there was an elevator. Breathless, we see signs: Book Fair-this-way, conference room ahead.

We enter the room-amazed, authors were already set up. God, help me… I thought it started at 11:00. Luckily we found the last available spot; in a far off corner- at least it wasn’t the hallway, to set up shop.

Trying not to crowd out our table companion, we set up our display. With an imaginary ‘neutral zone’ we attempted to stay on our side. Well, sort of. With the lap-top set up, we could even take credit cards!

Let the games begin! We were ready. My silly ‘ego’ occasionally distorts my thinking and quietly announces to my brain: Valerie Anne Faulkner is here!

Afternoon:
As the morning turned to afternoon I began rethinking this and realized I was not the only author that had spent time and effort preparing for the fest. Seemed all of us shared something in common and now we were wondering, where’s our customers! Had they not wanted to be bothered venturing upstairs? It was a Library… books were free for the taking, downstairs. But, we were offering new books, autographed books, and a chance to meet authors. By mid afternoon a few faces managed to arrive on the scene, giving hope to all… but sales remained few and far between.

Having eaten lunch and too many bite size candies, (the ones I brought to lure customers), I thought about ‘road shows’ and ‘carnivals’, and the ‘traveling salesman.’ What’s a nice girl like me involved in this for...? I don’t think I could make a living doing this! After all I only have one book! I suppose I could write another book… possibly I‘d have a better chance if I had five or six, or ten. Would I need more?

Well I’ll consider that tomorrow, I thought to myself. Yes… I’ll figure this all out tomorrow!

Last hour:
It was nearing 2:30 or so, and the clock had spun even though most of us suffered ‘empty pocket syndrome’. By now Bill and I knew this fair, on a scale of one to ten was indeed ‘fair’, not great, not bad. Comparing to our expectations- it was definitely- ‘just okay’.

I decided I couldn’t stand to sit there much longer, and got up to walk around. I’d practice some pitches on our fellow authors. Bill and I had already exchanged as much helpful information as we could with our neighboring table sitters, on writing, publishing, authoring of a book. Which by the way… we found very interesting and enjoyable! But, I couldn’t sit still a minute longer.

So meandering over to the other side of the big room Bill and I met, and spoke to almost every author in the house. We weren’t trying to sell books, instead we had a chance to share some of our ideas… as well as listen to a variety of interesting people and their approach to ‘selling books’. Stories, lessons, talking one-on-one with some of the best authors in this area… was an invaluable experience. We found Radio interviewers and multi-book authors. Exchanging ideas, and networking. Camaraderie at it’s best!

At 5:00 P.M. the Book Fair had been over since 4:00, we just couldn’t leave! We and the others were having the best day…

Moral:
Bill and I carried all of our books down the stairs. Didn’t sell a one! Monetarily cost us more to go, then what we made…

But it’s not what we had in our pockets that mattered after a day at the book fair, it’s what we brought home… priceless!!!