Today we welcome Erik Schubach with an interview! Erik has several books in the les-fic genre with many more in the works.
1. How did you get started writing lesbian fiction?
It was actually by accident. I have always been drawn to strong female characters in books, like Honor Harrington. I also believe that there is a lack of LGBT characters in media. So one day I came up with a story idea that combines the two… two days later I completed the manuscript for my first book, Music of the Soul.
It was well received so I decided to keep writing and the rest is history. Each of my books features strong likable female characters that are flawed. I think that flaws and emotional or physical scars make us human and give us more character than simply conforming to some “social norm”. I write romance, there isn’t any erotica in my stories but they are heavy on emotion and character development.
2. Tell us about your book Fracture. What inspired the tale?
My Music of the Soul series was gathering a following and I branched out into my passion, SciFi, with my Valkyrie Chronicles series. But I have always like paranormal as well.
I have always enjoyed modern witch tales and parallel universe stories so I decided to try to unite the two. I wanted to come up with a story about magic and witches that was unique and broke all the genre norms. The love connection is the most unconventional I have written and hope my readers enjoy it.3. Pantster or plotter?
I’m a panster. I start with a general idea with a defined beginning and end then I just let the story flow out organically. I like to imagine how each character would feel and react in a situation. I get lost in the moment and the emotions and before you know it I have come full circle and the manuscript is finished.
4. If I were your favorite cookie, what flavor would I be?
You would be all snickery and doodley. Cinnamon sugar, mmmm.
5. Tell us one thing that most people don’t know about you.
I have a full wood shop in my garage and I handcraft wooden toys and children’s sleds without plans.
6. Name three things on your desk right now.
I have a Red Seal 1953 two dollar bill, a bugs bunny with carrot launcher to guard it, and an Expo 74 commemorative coin.
7. What kinds of characters really speak to you as you write?
I love writing characters that are flawed that are trying to find their place in the world, who do not realize that what they perceive are their greatest weaknesses are actually their biggest strengths. They just feel more real and identifiable to me as I write them than perfect characters that almost never exist in real life.
8. Do you listen to music as you write?
I do. I simply LOVE the Veronicas and some old school rock. But you’ll also catch me listening to songs from movie soundtracks like Let It Go from Frozen.
9. What are some of your favorite lesbian fiction books/authors?
I enjoyed Mila Kerr’s Aspen Meadows. The You Know Who Girls by Annameekee Hesik. Was fun too. For the most part I prefer a story of love and romance but sometimes a little erotica in the story is good.
10. Tell us about your next project.
I’m currently writing three books simultaneously.
The next Music of the Soul Book, Syncopated Rhythm. Which features Amber LaLanie, a character from a previous book, Karaoke Queen. It is a stand alone book like all the books in the Music of the Soul series though it shares locations and characters.
The fourth book in the Valkyrie Chronicles Series, Seventy Two Hours. I can’t say much about that one without giving the whole thing away but the first chapter is going to make fans of the series really mad at me (somebody dies) but I hope the epic story will win them back by the end of the book.The first book in my new Awakening series. It features an awkward, clumsy, and geeky mythology and anthropology researcher, who is living out of her car while her grant money is coming in. She gets mugged by her car and shot. After the assailant leaves the woman finds that she is unharmed and there are red scales on her skin where the bullet struck. They fade over time. Shortly after she finds she is a dragon of old who is going through her “awakening” and suddenly in a fight for her very existence.
Mia has lived a life full of harassment, for an affliction not many understand. She thought college would be different, her escape, after all, people there are more mature right? She was wrong. A rebellious girl, Vee, saves her from a bad situation and teaches her that every single day is a gift. A romance blooms between them that not even time can erase.
The University of Washington awarded me a full ride scholarship, including room and board, for my art and academic record. I was ecstatic, college was going to be a life changer for me, no more bullies, no more mocking. I mean, everyone there was more mature right?That illusion was effectively destroyed my first week at UW, in one of the cafeterias I decided to study in while I ate lunch. I was hunched down in my hoodie, my utensils organized neatly and in the proper order on my napkin beside my chef salad as I skimmed my calculus book, absorbing the formulas.I had just put my book down, aligned evenly with the table edge, so that I could get a bite of my salad when a familiar screechy voice rang out behind me. “Well if it isn’t little miss spaz!” I flinched as stress and anxiety hit me like a bulldozer. It felt almost like a physical blow. I turned to see Missy Hannigan, a cheerleader from my old high school, grinning like a hungry alligator. She was flanked by what I could only assume were her new little minions.
I could feel an “episode” coming on. I stood and tried to leave but they blocked the way. My eyes were darting around looking for escape, for a restroom. My shoulder started to twitch up to brush my cheek as I looked for a way around the girls. Missy just continued her verbal assault. “They’ll let any freak go to this university it seems. Why don’t you just go to a community college and leave us normal people alone spaz?”
I blurted “Physical derivative!” I was moving side to side trying to get around the girls as my shoulder twitched, brushing my cheek again. “Please let me go.” I begged. The girls all laughed and I repeated, “The physical derivative.”
Missy was suddenly pushed aside and a tall girl with a gorgeous mane of flowing brown hair stepped up to me, ignoring the shocked girls she had pushed through to my twitching self. She locked her intense, amber eyes that had an almost orange tint, on my green ones, as she grabbed my arm firmly. “There you are!” Her eyes flickered to my book and back. “You are supposed to be tutoring me on my calculus.”
She turned her gaze back to the other girls, and I swear there was flame in her eyes as she said in a cold and dangerous tone, “Excuse us.” she hissed as she pushed back through them, being sure to shoulder butt Missy on the way through.
Her hand moved from my arm down to my hand as she dragged me between tables, threading us smoothly to the restroom. “The derivative!” I looked at the ground, trying to shrink away into nothingness as she opened the door and pushed me into the room. She looked under the stalls to make sure the room was empty and pushed me down onto a bench by the door.
The girl then turned around casually, and put her back to the door effectively blocking it. Then she raised one foot against it to lean comfortably. I watched as she dug a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and lit one up. She looked up and took a deep drag, holding it in for a few seconds then exhaling. She finally looked down at me rocking on the bench, shrugging my shoulder to my cheek. “Derivative.”
I didn’t know what to say to her, and I didn’t want to make eye contact I was so embarrassed by this whole incident. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this in college, this isn’t how it was supposed to be.
When the episode finally faded, I glanced up from the safety of my hood to see her watching me. It felt like she was studying me. Someone tried to push the door she was blocking open, and the girl just turned her head slightly toward it and yelled, “Occupied!” I took the time to look her over.
She was stunning. I felt my stomach fluttering a bit as I took in her very feminine but slightly butch appearance. She was slim and tall, about 5’10” if I were to guess. Much taller than my 5’1”. She had smallish breasts that still managed to fill out her faded black t-shirt in quite a pleasing manner. Her jeans hugged her legs, showing off the curves of her hips and calves. And for some bizarre reason the combat boots she wore were the perfect compliment to the outfit.
I looked up to her face. It held a contrast between an adorable girl next door look and something sexy and dangerous. She wore hardly any makeup, but her lips were full and looked awfully inviting. I was biting my lower lip. Then realized the thoughts I was having when I met her catlike eyes again. She was smirking. Shit!
I was immediately embarrassed about my thoughts and that she had caught me checking her out. I wasn’t checking her out was I? I don’t ever check people out. I was just curious about the girl that saved me from the bitch queen, right? I looked down at the floor and spoke, trying to divert the attention away from me. “Y-you shouldn’t smoke. You’re not a-allowed to smoke in public spaces. Th-th-those things will kill you.”
She snorted at me like I had just said the most absurd thing in the world, shaking her head she replied, “If only.” She put the cigarette out on the sole of her heel, dropping the butt on the tile floor, then held her hand out for me to take. “You done? Ready to go back out?”
I snapped at her a little too sharply, “I d-don’t need your p-pity!” My mouth was tight with anger that shouldn’t have been directed toward her.
She looked more amused than taken aback by my aggression. “Not giving you any, just being friendly.” She kept her hand extended to me. I slumped my shoulders in defeat and muttered hoarsely, “I’m sorry. Missy and the others are right, I’m a freak, I’d be better off dead.”
The next thing I knew, I was seeing white stars as a sharp pain and heat bloomed on my cheek where she had firmly slapped me, a tear was stinging the corner of my eye.
I looked up at her, slack-jawed and in shock, to see her gritting her teeth in anger. Her eyes were burning into me as she spoke through her clenched jaw, more calmly than her demeanor indicated. “Don’t you EVER say that! Every day is a gift! It’s how you fill that gift that defines you. Don’t let senseless bitches like that Missy define you. Define yourself!”