Interview with Martin Reaves

Martin was born in Artesia, a suburb of Los Angeles County, in 1964. He moved to Auburn, CA in 1993. Over the past thirty-five years Martin has written scores of short stories, plays, and dramatic sketches. And two novels: Relative Karma, and Relative Sanity. He is currently at work on a third novel and a collection of short fiction. He is also a working musician/singer. He dearly loves to hear from his readers and you can find him on Twitter, Facebook, Facebook Author Page, WordPress Blog, BlogSpot Blog, Goodreads, Amazon Author Page, and Smashwords Author Profile.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Probably around the age of 9 or 10. A long time ago. 🙂
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I seem incapable of leaving a “finished” project alone. If I reread something I can’t stop myself from revising it.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
Although I’ve come to expect this now, I was surprised and delighted the first time a character seemed to speak words I had not supplied. And equally surprised when new characters showed up on the page.

Where did you get ideas for your books?
Ah, that’s the question for which few of us have an answer.  My two “Relative” novels both grew out of “what-if” scenarios, primarily dealing with some painful past experiences–these experiences worked out for the good in real life.  My novels were a cathartic way to explore what life would have been like had they turned out otherwise.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
Two books completed.  Relative Sanity is probably my favorite, but Relative Karma is more personal. So…?

What do you think makes a good story?
Believable characters.  If I can’t believe the people are real, the story has no chance of connecting with me.
What projects do you have published?
Relative Sanity, 7-13-2011 Available through Amazon and Smashwords
Relative Karma, 8-18-2011 Available through Amazon and Smashwords
Excerpt from Relative Sanity:
Babylon stood hunched at the top of the dirt drive, trembling with exhaustion.  Since leaving the shack the clunky shoes had jostled around her small feet every time she took a step, and now the insides were sticky with pus and blood from broken blisters.  She had no idea how far she’d walked through the hills, only that she could go no farther.  She figured she’d been walking a couple days but couldn’t be sure.  Now it was morning again and she was hungry, hungrier than she’d ever thought possible, her stomach feeling as if it might cave in on itself.
A doublewide mobile home crouched at the bottom of the drive, the smoky tang of frying bacon issuing from its windows along with some other smells she couldn’t identify that filled her mouth with spit.  Those sweet dark smells made her stomach feel like one of the empty oil drums Daddy kept behind the house, the way they sounded when she tossed dirt clods at their rusted exteriors.
She gripped the Bible with cramped, throbbing arms and made herself walk the last few yards down the slight incline, praying that someone nice lived there.
“What if it’s someone like Daddy?”
Babylon felt a surge of relief.  Bella had been silent since the previous morning and it had scared her.  When she’d tried to get Bella talking she got merely an unspoken petulance, as if she had done something wrong by escaping Daddy.  She’d begun to think that maybe she had made a mistake; she was starving and hurting and it didn’t look as though she’d ever meet any moon people.  Maybe they didn’t even exist.
“There aren’t any other people like Daddy, there can’t be,” Babylon said, not mentioning how pleased she was that Bella was with her again for fear of more silence.
Bella didn’t respond for a moment.  Then, sounding desperate and not at all like Bella: “You need to be careful with us, Baby.”
Babylon continued down the drive, ignoring Bella’s use of Baby because she was glad to have her around again.  “We got away from Daddy, Bella.  That was a good thing.  If the people here will give us food and let me sit down so’s my feet will stop hurting that will be more good things.  And maybe that’s all the good things we get, but it’s better’n Daddy any old day.”

About Elizabeth Delana Rosa

Elizabeth Delana Rosa has always been a writer and reader. When she first learned letter and words in Kindergarten, she wrote about pigs who “groo” wings and became “butterfys.” Elizabeth knew way back then that she would have a love affair with books. They have overtaken her life and have been a constant companions. Now over 20 years later, that love flows over into writing blogs, reviews, poetry and fantasy novels. Her blog recently broke the 3000 followers mark.

Posted on July 24, 2012, in Interview. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Reaves is a quality wordsmith and his attention to detail is evident in both of his works. He understands mood and setting better than most and can spit dialogue like he's emptying a machine gun's clip. His books do not disappoint – his reviews clearly show this. Check out his stuff and you'll see what I mean.


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