Author Interview with DeWayne Twitchell

Today we welcome DeWayne Twitchell.

Book ‘Em:  Tell us about you and your life outside of writing.

DeWayne Twitchell:  I live in Pittsburgh, PA and work in customer service at a call center here. I formerly lived in southern Illinois.

Book ‘Em:  Which books have you written? What are they about and why did you choose to write them? Do your books have a message? Are they fiction or nonfiction?

DeWayne Twitchell:  I have published two books: a mystery novel called ASIAN HAZE, and a short story collection called NIGHT’S PLUTONIAN SHORE AND OTHER STORIES. Both are published by Lang Book Publishing, Ltd.

Book ‘Em:  Do you have a work in progress?

DeWayne Twitchell:  I am currently working on a second mystery novel.

Book ‘Em:  What was the most difficult section/piece you ever wrote? What made it difficult?

DeWayne Twitchell:  I really can’t pick one in particular. The hardest ones to write seem to be fight scenes or ones that involve a lot of technical aspects, since I’m not a terribly technically-minded person.

Book ‘Em:  What sort of research do you do for your work?

DeWayne Twitchell: I do a lot of Internet and reading research. I also talk to people in the know when I can.

Book ‘Em:  Which books and authors do you read for pleasure? Is there an author that inspires you?

DeWayne Twitchell:  I read all types of books, from mysteries, thrillers, sci-fi and fantasy, and historical. I can’t name one author in particular, since there are so many. Though Ray Bradbury was my first inspiration to write.

Book ‘Em:  Was there a person who encouraged you to write?

DeWayne Twitchell:  Several friends who saw that I had writing talent and urged me to pursue it.

Book ‘Em:  What would you say are your strengths as an author?

DeWayne Twitchell:  I think I have a sense for the dramatic.

Book ‘Em:  How often do you write, and do you write using a strict routine?

DeWayne Twitchell:  Having a regular job unfortunately cuts down on the time to write when I really want to. I try to write whenever I can.

Book ‘Em:  Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

DeWayne Twitchell:  Hopefully in five years I will be in a position to write full-time.

Book ‘Em:  If you could offer one piece of advice to a novice writer, what would it be?

DeWayne Twitchell:  Read and write as much as you can.

Book ‘Em:  What would you consider the best compliment a reader could give your book?

DeWayne Twitchell:  That it kept them interested and turning the pages.

Book ‘Em:  Provide an excerpt of your writing that you would like to share with our members.

DeWayne Twitchell:  This is a section from Chapter 2 of ASIAN HAZE:

The front door had a bell attached that jingled like something out of a distant, simpler time whenever someone opened it. Randall presently heard this sound in between the opening and closing of the door. Moments later, an attractive shorthaired brunette woman in her thirties wearing a fetching blue and red pantsuit came into the dining room and immediately saw Randall sitting alone at his table. She saw a handsome man maybe in his thirties, wavy brown hair neatly styled and not too long. He was wearing a pocketed yellow T-shirt and brown slacks and Nikes. A blue sport coat was draped behind him on the seat. She approached and asked, “Are you Mr. Arthur?”

Randall stood. The woman added to her mental checklist that he was physically fit, maybe weighing around one seventy or one eighty, about six feet tall. And striking emerald eyes. “Yes, I am. You must be Mrs. Shannon.” He extended his hand to her.

She accepted it with a smile that would cause even the happiest married man to fancy extramarital activity. “That’s right. Sara Shannon. Thank you for meeting me.”

“No problem. Please sit down.”

Brenda Butler was not far behind with menu in hand and she offered it to Sara. Both she and Randall thanked her and after she had left back towards the front, Randall said, “Take your time checking over the menu.”

“Actually, I trust your judgment enough so I think you should order for the two of us. If that’s all right with you?”

“Sure. Their chicken fillet sandwich is excellent, along with their fries.”

“Sounds good to me.”

They didn’t have to wait long for Brenda to reappear. Once the double orders of chicken fillet sandwiches, fries, and a large Coke were taken, Randall asked, “So, do I call you Mrs. Shannon or Sara?”

“Sara is just fine.”

“Good. So, Sara, how can I help you?”

She sighed. “Well, Mr. Arthur—”

He held up his hand. “Since I’m calling you by your first name, you can call me Randall.”

Sara smiled. “Sorry. Randall. My late husband told me about you. You and he worked together in the DEA in Asia. He always had good things to say about you and, to tell you the truth, I’ve been sent in your direction by someone.”

“Oh? Well, you’ve certainly piqued my interest. What’s going on?”

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