Website:
www.callieccolbert.com
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And now for my answers to this neat little tour:
What am I working on?
My third novel, String
Theory has a manuscript completion date by the end of August, and an Amazon
release goal by the end of September. I’m also an active blogger and freelance
writer in the areas of independent music and veterans issues.
2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
My science fiction always
searches for the epic journey, and though I love gadgets and technology, you
will always find a fantasy root to my science fiction. My espionage is fun and
clever, and an amazing thrill ride, but mostly this latest novel will inspire
the artist in all of us and teach us to move forward without holding on to the
past too much.
3) Why do I write what I write?
I write to reduce fear.
Fictional stories, and the heroes we all look up to, have the power to guide
reality when we realize that triumph over evil, understanding over bigotry, and
freedom over tyranny are not mere fantasies. They are true and obtainable, by
holding onto hope and acting through faith.
4) How does your writing process work?
I turn real life into
fantasy. And then I build a world around this fantasy. I make my characters my
friends, and if they don’t feel like I have known them all my life by the time
I finish a story then I have not succeeded in the story I wanted to tell.
I don’t write by
outline, but rather piecemeal one idea at a time. I keep a notebook with me
wherever I go (when practical) and jot down ideas whenever they strike me. In
this way I find my stories begin to come together. Then I find as many beta
readers as I can and put my writing to the test – readers who don’t hold back
and don’t sugar coat their impressions. I build on some (but I must stress not
all) of their advice, and build the best book I can.
5) Add a little example of your work.
Please enjoy this
musical battle with W.A. Mozart in my upcoming “String Theory”
Crystal
grinned at the Mozarts in the awkward silence where the only sound was Mozart
rummaging about in his room. Leopold scrutinized her. Mozart’s sister had a
hopeful twinkle in her eye mixed with the doubt draining color from her cheeks,
and the mother seemed to not care one way or the other. She was simply
delighted to have company at all.
Mozart
returned with his Violin out of breath and his wig slightly askew.
“I
vill start us off and you join me in the second bar, yes? We will have a
charming duel.”
She
nodded and readied her bow. Mozart started perfectly, the upbeat cheerful
stride of the opening sang to her so beautifully she almost forgot to answer
with her accompaniment, but once she began she was in the moment. It was just
her and the master himself. He would frolic through the flowers before her, and
she gave chase. He danced and twirled like an Olympic floor dancer in her mind
to the music. Birds flew before her. Doves and Ravens. Light and dark. Lovers
gazed into each other’s eyes in a boat together on a placid lake, the man
holding an umbrella. Sunsets and falling stars swirled in her mind as the music
built in intensity between them. Happiness with deep undertones of longing for
true romance filled the air.
The
musical piece nicknamed the Turkish had her dancing around Mozart in a twirl.
She hefted her leg high above her head like a ballerina as she played, and she
heard Nannerl clap with glee as Mozart beamed at her and swayed to his own
tune.
And then Mozart finished, made ready to bow
to her, but she continued on her own into the final movement. The stillness,
the swirling sorrow, the fade out to quiet—all leading to the feeling a lonely
heart has when it beats in silence waiting for a lover to return. Then a burst
like a firecracker, a spinning sparkler or the drop of a five second
cliffhanger ride an amusement park —swirling, twirling, spinning into oblivion.
She emphasized it all with a musical exclamation point and whipped her bow down
to her side like a duelist with a sword. Breathing hard, she smiled at the
Mozarts.
Nannerl
and Anna Marie erupted into cheerful applause.
“Bravo!
Oh, Bravo. You two were amazing. You must play something else.”
Leopold
stared at Crystal, and gave a few soft claps, then looked at his son. Mozart
was also staring, but his mouth hung open and he hunched forward gawking like a
poor soul who had just fallen in love.
Uh oh.
“That
was . . . magnificient,” Mozart sighed. He straightened and took a step towards
her. Crystal fidgeted. “But how . . . how did you know that last part? You got
it perfectly, but it was still in my head. I hadn’t finished the last movement
yet.”
Smooth move, Crystal.
Crystal
shrugged helplessly. “I. . . I don’t know. It just seemed right. I mean you
think it’s right if you had it in your head. Maybe it’s only natural?”
Crystal
felt like she was only digging herself into a deeper hole.
“I
think I’m in love,” Mozart said, grabbing his chest.
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