“Five Things Friday” Interview with Author Angelique Fawns! #WIHM

 

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Willow Croft: I’ll start off with a question that probably plagues many of us writers out there—time management! How do you balance life on a working farm (not to mention parenting!) with writing and your day job?

Angelique Fawns: Balance? What balance? If I am into a writing project, it’s like a mania grips my life. Eighteen hour days, seven days a week, until the story or book is finished. I get up early, write until I have to do my day job, then get right back to it after I’m done cutting TV promos. I only stop when my neck and back get so sore, I have to quit. Then I lay awake obsessing about the next words….

The dust bunnies grow to monster size under my furniture, my husband scowls until he has to make dinner, and my daughter takes over the farm chores.

Willow Croft: Your topics for writing speculative fiction, et al, seem to be pretty diverse—what’s your favourite source of inspiration(s) and is there an overarching theme to your written works? How do you tailor your writing space to nurture your creative writing?

Angelique Fawns: The majority of my stories will have either animals or farm life flavouring the piece. Readers are touched by authenticity, so the old adage “write what you know” is solid advice. I’ve been working as a freelance journalist–writing equine and farm stories–for years. Those stories seem to be what “other” people want me to write, and the weird speculative stuff is mainly for entertaining myself. My current strategy is to take what I have a lot of experience with–reporting, interviewing, journalism–and combine it with my true passion; writing the tales that lurk in my subconscious. Hopefully I am creating a hybrid product that is unique and helpful.

I really don’t have a “nurturing” writing space. I write everywhere, every chance I can get. Before Covid, I used to love tucking myself into a corner of a pub and type for hours. The background noise is brilliant, no one bothers me, plus I can sip on a glass of chardonnay. Heaven.

Willow Croft: Here’s the food-based question I always try to include! I imagine, perhaps romantically as an urban-raised individual, that life on a farm offers some exciting meal opportunities/food-based pathways. What culinary adventures do you/your family embark on?

Angelique Fawns: We aren’t really “foodies”, and I suffer from the omnivore’s dilemma. I am an animal lover, and have many pets. Some of our beef cattle often become lifers. (I name them. We have some REALLY old cows on our farm.) I also keep freeloading chickens that don’t lay eggs, retired horses that can’t be ridden, and barn cats that live in the house and refuse to catch mice. That being said, I am not a vegetarian. I do eat what we grow, but I make sure they have a quality ethical life. We raise free-range meat birds on grass, and they live far longer than conventional chickens. “They only have one bad day.”

Willow Croft: If you time-travelled into the future, how would the world, or worlds, look like? How would you wish the world would have changed by then?

Angelique Fawns: I would love to see a world where humans live in eco-sustainable tree houses with carbon neutral power sources. Animals would reclaim the sea and land and we would live in harmony with them. Pollution, extinction, and war would no longer exist. Other planets would be discovered and peacefully colonized. Now there’s a fantastic (if unrealistic) vision for a future…

Willow Croft: What creepy monster would you want to have as a pet? Alternatively, what sort of paranormal entity would you want to share your livespace with? If you already have a supernatural entity sharing your livespace, or a creepy monster haunting your landscape, tell us all about it!

Angelique Fawns: Well, there are those monstrous dust bunnies… How about a real life creepy monster? I recently lost my llama (to old age). Coco was the most ferocious creature I’ve ever lived with. She had huge long teeth, and sharp talons on her hooves. Llamas are the best guardians for other livestock. If a coyote threatens, they will rip them open with their teeth, and slash them with those hooves. She would bugle like a motorcycle revving if she saw any suspicious animal at the far end of the field. We had ZERO livestock loss when she was alive. Now I’ve lost quite a few chickens, and predators are getting precariously close to the house.

I also believe in ghosts. They lurk everywhere…

 

Find ghosts, animals, and more on Angelique Fawns’ website, and around the web!

Author Website: www.fawns.ca and www.fawns.ca/farm

 

Check out her great guides for submitting stories (and spooky places to submit them) here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08QDX1PD6
 
 

A Close Encounter of the Real-Life Kind…#WIHM #ThrowbackThursday

It’s Women in Horror month. As it’s been said many times, and as I stressed in my blog post yesterday, horror is not some abstract concept in movies and books. Our threats are real, as is our fear, though many tell us it’s imagined. Or in our heads.

(This is an old essay on Tor.com, but I loved it. I still have the hard copy I printed out. https://www.tor.com/2017/04/13/the-peril-of-being-disbelieved-horror-and-the-intuition-of-women/)

In the case of this remembered experience, the fear this individual experienced was real. I have heard this story told and retold for as long as I can remember. And I asked the individual if I could share their experience here. I transcribed it from this individual’s recollection of their memory of the events during a recent phone conversation, typed it up, and am now posting it here, with their permission. Given the content of their remembered experience, I am keeping this source anonymous.

I have transcribed it verbatim from the original telling to the best of my ability (using a pen and paper and then typing it). I recorded this passage using a pen and paper on February 1st. I made a typewritten copy of the passage today, February 2nd. I have not edited, rewritten, or altered the transcript text as pasted below in any way, except for introducing ellipses to represent breaks and/or shifts in thought, and using brackets to enclose information to clarify certain items in the narrative text passage.

*begin transcript*

“I’m coming out of Publix [a grocery store]…it was summer…I know what dress I had on…I still remember it…sleeveless dress, burlap-type fabric…I had long blond hair and I had it down because I’d just washed it…This guy, getting into his car…a yellow Volkswagen beetle, a Bug, getting to our cars, he said ‘Hi’ I said ‘Hi’ thinking it was probably a theatre person. Get into my car, he gets into his. I got…I turned onto Siesta Drive [in Sarasota, Florida], out of the parking lot I turned east, and he followed me, follows me out onto Siesta Drive, which made me feel uncomfortable. While we were side by side, I looked over, and he was staring at me. Scared me to death, the eyes were just scary, hate…It just unnerved me…strange eyes, really strange eyes. When it [Siesta Drive] narrowed down to one lane and I was going faster than he was, and he fell behind. I was ahead of him. I was so very uncomfortable with the man; at Webber, a very short lefthand turn lane; at the last minute I jumped into the lane and there was no traffic coming so I made my turn. He had traffic behind him and he couldn’t move over and as he passed me; the glare, and the hate in his eyes. When I got home I was nervous cause it was an open carport…I was scared, shaking…I calmed down, not seeing him on the street; he hadn’t followed me.

The next day, he’d gone into the sorority house and killed two women. I still did not connect the dots until he was arrested some time later. I believe they arrested him in Colorado, I think, and brought him back to Sarasota. At the time of the arrest, they took a picture of him and when his picture appeared in the paper, it was like an electroshock…I recognized the eyes–the glare, and the hate–and realized how close I came, I guess. I immediately recognized the eyes, and I knew it was him.”

*end transcript*

I transcribed this interview faithfully, as is protocol, and to the best of my ability, and have not deliberately edited, rewritten, or changed the transcript of this remembered experience in any way.

This individual and I haven’t officially confirmed the actual picture that they saw in the paper, but I provided a couple of links that were close to what this person thinks they remember of the actual picture. I’ve also included a link to the Volkswagen beetle and a link to the Wikipedia article about Ted Bundy. I had actually tried to print it out for myself to read, and, a little spookily, the printer went haywire. I got an alert message I’d never seen before, and I could print everything out except the article on Ted Bundy. I even went on later and discovered one issue that I troubleshot (troubleshooted?) and fixed that, and the article still would not print out. But another document of the same type did without any problems. Creepy, and definitely gave me the chills late last night!

Links:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy#/media/File:Ted_Bundy_volkswagen.JPG

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy#/media/File:Ted_Bundy_headshot.jpg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy#/media/File:Ted-bundy.jpg

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy