|A Matter of the Mind.|
Bellakentuky, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, A Matter of the Mind.
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: The Boroughs Publishing Group
Cover artist: The Boroughs Publishing Group
Length: 26 Pages
Heat rating: 4
Tagline: Sometimes it takes a second glance to appreciate what's in front of us, then a long revealing stare to find true love.
Blurb: Kathryn Oaks is a beautiful thirty-four years old career woman, a world-class athlete, MENSA member, and a PhD in Physics and the Medical Sciences. Her analytical mind is taking her to the pinnacle of her career, she has been chosen as the Chief Medical Officer aboard Project Pandora, a space ship preparing to embark on an extended mission to a distant planet. But, Kate isn't without personal problems and maintaining intimate relationships is one of them. So her heart sinks, as the rest of the crew is announced and she learns that the Chief Flight Engineer is a man she loathes, a man who is her complete opposite, a man who is every bit as smart as she is, but also is something she isn't, a person who lives life to its fullest. But, strange things can happen when hurtling through uncharted space. And Kate is forced to face her inner demons. Perhaps, she isn't everything she thought she was, and he isn't everything she thought he wasn't. A Matter of the Mind is part of The Lunchbox Series, a line of short romance stories published by The Boroughs Publishing Group. These stories are meant for quick entertainment. They can be purchased individually as E-books at all major online retailers. They can also be purchased in groups for a discount at the Boroughs Publishing Group website.
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Kathryn Oaks, 34 years old, Chief Medical Officer
Jeffrey Palladino, 33 years old, Chief Flight Engineer
Kate celebrated her acceptance by taking her parents to New York City for a week-long extravaganza. Her mom and dad were so excited. It wasn’t their first visit to the City, but Kate pulled out all the stops. They stayed in a suite at the top of the Waldorf Astoria Tower and dined at the finest restaurants including La Petite, Per Se, and Jean Georges; her mother had a passion for French cuisine. They also took in several of the best Broadway shows, attended a Yankees game just for her dad, and Kate purchased her mom a five-hundred-dollar handbag from a small shop in the Village.
The bag had been the latest in bohemian fashion. Anyone who knew her mom in those later years would’ve probably wondered about that, but Kate had seen a glimmer in her mother’s eyes as she examined its colorful beads. The late afternoon light filtered through a dusty window and drifted across her mom’s frail figure like rose petals in the wind, and where a stranger would have seen an old woman, Kate didn’t; she saw a vibrant young woman prancing down Main Street in her home town of Chico, California, barely able to contain herself as she displayed her new handbag from the big city. Kate had felt a pang of regret over the moments soon to be lost with her mom and bought it immediately. Her mother had fussed about the expense, but Kate hugged her and assured her that she could afford it; she wanted her mom to have it. In the end, her mom could barely put the bag down, and Kate had stored wonderful images of her marching down 5th Avenue with the bag dangling from her arm and her head held high.
Kathryn saved her news about being accepted into the program for the last day of the trip as the three of them strolled through Central Park. It was a lovely autumn afternoon. Kids screamed, birds chirped, and the squirrels were busy preparing for winter. Kate bought each of them a chili dog. Her dad tried to decline because of his gastritis, but she insisted, she knew he wanted it—and she was right as he devoured every morsel. Then, as her dad licked the dripping chili sauce from his fingers, she told them she was going away for a very long time. She had been selected.
She tried to ignore the fear in their eyes as she told them what an honor it was, and a privilege, but that those things came with sacrifice. She shared what details she could. There were a lot of tears and hugs: Even her father, who was a stoic man, walked away with red cheeks and swollen eyes. They said they understood and wished her well. She hoped that was true. While she loved her parents, they had never been particularly close to her after childhood. Kate often felt isolated. They were God-fearing farmers who couldn’t understand how their little girl grew up to be a scientist, especially one who didn’t believe in much of anything that couldn't be tested in front of her. Her parents wanted things from her, too; things she hadn’t been able to provide, like a husband and grandkids. Now she was going away for a very long time, and they had to realize they were never going to experience those things. Their only child was leaving, maybe for good.
So, that had been her celebration. Kate came away from the experience feeling as though she had closure. She hoped her parents did too. She’d spent the rest of her prep time planning, thinking, and writing. The agency had given the participants a month to get their affairs in order before entering Pandora. Kate had used that time wisely.
Palladino, on the other hand, well… He’d never shared the details of his celebration with her directly, but he hadn’t needed to. The stories were widely circulated.
Apparently there was a trip to Paris for the sole purpose of getting drunk and kissing a French girl in front of the Arc de Triomphe. Kate knew this was true because he kept a framed photograph of the event on his desk. Not that she cared, or that she’d made any kind of special effort to see the photo. It just so happened she’d gone to his office one day to talk about an experiment. He wasn’t there, so she’d gone around to the back of his desk to find a pen and paper. She’d wanted to leave him a note—
Well sort of. Truthfully, she’d wanted to see the picture.
Kate had held the sleek black frame between her fingers and stared at the gritty late night image. It was shot from a low angle. Palladino held a young woman in his arms like he was about to carry her across a threshold. The picture had a lot of contrast, with deep blacks and pure white highlights. A lot of the small details were blown out, but you could clearly see the famous Parisian arch jutting up into the sky behind them. But the photo’s focal point was their expressions: pure joy. They bubbled over with laughter. The girl’s arms flailed wildly as she peered down into the camera lens.
Kate scrunched up her nose in disgust. The woman’s name was Amelie. She was twenty-four years old, and quite beautiful. She had short black hair and luminescent skin. Her eyes were large, and exotic, with long dark lashes that dripped with mascara. Her lips were full and natural, and her short shirt had pulled up, partially revealing a pair of breasts that any woman would be proud of. Palladino always quipped that if a woman wasn’t curvy as a grand prix, he wasn’t interested.
How did you get your start in the industry?
I've written fiction since high school. Then, about three years ago I began to market my short stories in earnest.
If you could change something about your first book, what would it be?
I would have made it a little longer. Still, it was a personal triumph to have it published.
What do you enjoy most about life?
love my wife. She is the thing I enjoy most about life.
If you could choose anyone to be your mentor who would it be?
That's a tough one. If I really had to narrow it down to one it would be Janet Evanovich. I love Stephanie Plum and Janet's writing style.
If you could give the younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
Be true to yourself and don't worry about everybody else so much.
Do you have a muse? Describe this person, please.
It is definitely my wife, Clarisa. She is the smartest, funniest, most creative person I know. She makes me laugh all the time and is a constant source of inspiration. One of her favorite things to do is to pretend she is dead somewhere in the house until I find her. And then I say, "You're not dead." And she smiles. She's done this for years and it still makes me laugh.
What does "balance" mean to you as a writer?
It means to write in a style that puts the reader into the story. They don't feel as if they're reading a story, they're living it.
Do things your family or friends do ever end up in a book?
Yes, my most recent story (which is not a romance. I tend to genre jump from time to time) is loosely based on an event that happened to my son. If anyone is interested (horror/thriller genre) it is currently a finalist in the America's Next Author 2012.
What are some jobs you've done before (or while) you were a writer?
I have been a professional photographer most of my life.
What kind of books do you read when taking a break from your own writing?
What do you think is the future of epublishing?
I'm too new to say. But I do think the industry is going to continue to evolve rapidly for the next decade.
What was the proudest moment of your life so far?
In 2003, I wrote, produced, and directed a satirical short movie. It was done in a small town in Florida using local people for actors. It took four months to complete the project. We did the premiere showing at a large meeting room in a historic building. So many people showed up that the fire marshall wouldn't let anyone else in. At the end of the movie, the cast got me up on stage, and the applause was thunderous. It lasted so long I was beet red with embarrassment. There is no other creative experience like making a movie.
Imagine you get to go on a dream vacation, but you have only one hour to pack and leave, and it starts as soon as you finish this interview. What will you take with you and where will you go?
My wife, my camera, my laptop, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and I would go to South Africa.
What is your favorite holiday and why?
I love Christmas because it brings up all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings.
Where were you at midnight, on December 31st when the new century started?
Believe it or not, I was DEATHLY sick in bed with the flu. It was horrible!
What do you like to do when you're bored?
If your life became a movie, who would you want to play you?
If you were a color, what color would you be?
My favorite color is red.
Which statement is more like you?
"I am a ten-countries in ten-days tour vacation, because I do things as fast as possible."
Please Fill in the Blanks
I love pizza with LOTS of cheese.
I'm always ready for a movie.
When I'm alone, I surf the net.
You'd never be able to tell, but according to the medical profession I'm overweight.
If I had a halo it would be dripping with cheese.
If I could do anything for my wife, I'd take her on a trip around the world.
I can never run because I have bad knees.
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