Please join me in welcoming author Riley Parks to my blog. Riley is here today to tell us a little about herself, her fantastic new release, Watch Me Fall, and her writing process!
“I don’t want your fucking sweatshirt, man,” Gideon stated, clicking his tongue. “Ain’t your fucking charity case. Go give shit to some other motherfucker if you need to deal with some kinda winner’s guilt or something. I’m not the one.”
“It’s not any kind of guilt,” Eli protested. “I fucked yours up and I’m giving you a new one.”
“Don’t want it,” Gideon replied simply. He began to walk again, visibly irritated when Elijah continued beside him.
“How about breakfast?” Eli asked, holding up the McDonald’s bags in his other hand.
Gideon stopped again and reluctantly held his hand out, appearing taken back when Elijah handed him both bags.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you everything,” Eli said, giving Gideon a small grin as he peeked in the bags.
“Are you serious right now?” Gideon questioned, his nose crinkling as he studied Elijah’s face. “Did you poison this shit or something?”
“It’s a normal question,” Gideon stated, suddenly looking amused by the situation. “If a guy fucked your wife, would you buy him a Ferrari?”
“I don’t have a wife. I’m gay,” Elijah reminded him.
Gideon narrowed his bright blue eyes. “That’s not the point. It’s hypothetical. When people do fucked-up shit to you, do you always bring them fucking breakfast?”
“Mostly I buy them lunch,” Elijah admitted, thinking getting mugged on the South Side wasn’t that different than getting fucked over by half the agents he bought lunch for. He smiled when Gideon coughed out a reluctant laugh.
“I’m not gonna eat all this for breakfast,” Gideon informed him, turning around so he could head back to his house, “but I’ll put it in the fridge and eat it sometime.”
Eli nodded. “Good.”
As they walked in silence back to the Valsecchi house, Elijah reflected on how strange the moment was, but how pleasant at the same time.
“D’you want something? Before I put it away?” Gideon questioned, grabbing a wrapped sandwich out of the bag without giving much of a thought to what it was.
“I’ll eat something,” Elijah decided, reaching his hand into the bag and grasping the first thing he could.
“Hold this,” Gideon said, tossing Eli his sandwich and stomping out his cigarette before disappearing into the house. Once he returned, he took the food back, still regarding Eli suspiciously. “You sure you didn’t do something to this?”
“I’m eating one, too,” Elijah replied, tearing the wrapper and smirking at Gideon, who cautiously did the same.
“I don’t got time to shit my brains out if you laced it with laxatives,” he stated. “Got a game tonight.” He took a tentative bite of the sandwich, watching Eli do the same.
“Mmm, this is damn good,” Elijah remarked, shocked by how delicious the food was.
“You okay over there?” Gideon asked, his mouth full.
“Yeah, it’s just…wow. It’s better than I remember.
“Were you on Mars for a while?” Gideon snarked, grinning when Elijah laughed.
“I don’t eat it a lot,” Elijah replied, talking another big bite. “Shit. So good.”
“Yeah, well…” Gideon cleared his throat as they approached the corner, “enjoy jizzing over your fucking McGriddle, man, but I don’t need you to walk me to school.”
Eli nodded his understanding and offered the sweatshirt one last time. “You sure you don’t want it?”
“Positive,” Gideon scoffed, giving him a dirty look.
Elijah shrugged and started to walk back toward the L.
“Thanks,” Gideon called out, but before Eli could turn and respond, the guy was gone.
☆ Author Interview ☆
Congratulations on your new release. Please tell us a little bit about it. What’s your favorite aspect or part of the story? Do you have a favorite character? Who/Why?
Watch Me Fall is an unconventional love story between twenty-seven-year-old real estate mogul, Elijah Tucker and eighteen-year-old high school senior, Gideon Valsechhi. I love the psychological aspects I was able to explore in the age difference between the main characters. The dynamics were extremely interesting to me.
Do you schedule a certain amount of time for writing each day/week, or do you just work it in when you can? Would you like to change this, or does your current method work well for you?
I write every night without fail. Even if I only complete one paragraph, I get something down.
What was the most difficult part of writing this book? Why?
The most difficult part of writing Watch Me Fall was ensuring that Gideon had the mindset of a teenager. I didn’t want him to be wise beyond his years. Sometimes, his behavior frustrated me, but I needed to do right by the character.
What are your favorite genres when it comes to your own pleasure reading? Do you prefer to read ebooks or print?
I prefer ebooks. I love Coming-of-Age stories.
Does writing energize or exhaust you?
Energizes me. I put on my music and it’s like I’m going to the gym when I start writing for the night.
What do you find to be the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?
Not at all. I love writing men.
Does your research lead to bizarre internet searches? If so, tell us about some of your wackier searches, or ones that would make you nervous if your computer were ever confiscated by law enforcement.
Oh man, absolutely. Google search: Stab wounds people are least likely to die from.
How do you select the names of your characters?
Mostly I use name generator at this point. Naming characters is so difficult for me after writing so much.
Do you put together a playlist and/or soundtrack for your books (or for particular scenes from your books)?
Absolutely. I end up getting obsessed with certain songs while writing, and I listen to them over and over again.
Do you ever say dialogue passages aloud as you write them, or make the facial expressions or actions you’re describing?
I do both. I’m sure I look exceptionally strange to people around me while I’m writing.
Tell us about the best vacation you’ve ever taken?
Paris! I loved the vibe of the city and the food.
If you were arrested with no explanation, what would your family or friends assume you’d done?
They would think it was driving related.
Winter, Spring, Summer, or Autumn (or Wet vs. Dry Season)?
Autumn. I love the smell of fall and it’s my birthday season.