Happy Spring everyone! Today I would like to welcome to my blog, featured author, Narcissa Deville. Check out her info & our fun Q & A below!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Narcissa Deville has been writing since she was 11 years old, after discovering a love of books and reading. Since then she has honed her skills over the last nearly two decades and started to share her work via Wattpad in December of 2019. When she isn't writing she enjoys knitting and designing book covers for upcoming titles.
Get To Know The Author: Q & A
Q: What is the most rewarding part of being a author?
A: I think the most rewarding part is just knowing that somewhere people are enjoying your work and are able to escape into it when the world is too much. Especially at a time like this, I think it's so important that readers have somewhere to go where things maybe are (if not lighter because some drama definitely keeps things interesting) a different sort of angst.
Q: What age were you when you first started writing?
A: I was about 11 years old. I started reading later than most I guess, but once I figured out what books were I fell in love with the idea of telling stories.
Q: As an author, what would you choose as your mascot?
A: Hmm, that's kind of tricky. Maybe like a fancy quill or something? Just because I've always loved them. Unless you mean like a character in which case I would have to say Damien Carmichael because he just really resonates with me in a lot of ways.
Q: Do you karaoke? If so, What is your go to karaoke song?
A: I don't do karaoke no, but I'm very late in the game obsessed with the Spice Girls so I imagine "Too Much" or "Wannabe" would be my go to.
Q: What is one piece of advice you would give to a aspiring author?
A: I think really the best piece of advice I could give would be, write what you love not what you know. A lot of times people say, write what you know, but that kind of limits us. Especially if you're writing something like sci-fi, you can't possibly know any of these things, that's kind of the point. You have to write what you love, because that's going to be what makes you happy ultimately. It's a lot easier to define success on your own terms that way as well. (Though I suppose that's two pieces of advice).
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The door to Mrs. Craft's classroom burst open in the middle of her droning lecture; all eyes turned to the newcomer, who looked somewhat sheepish with everyone staring at him. Damien swallowed, examining the boy currently standing awkwardly in the doorframe. He had the sudden and very strange thought that he would later recount onto his Tumblr that very same day: Have you ever seen someone so unbelievably attractive and thought, wow, I'm gay.
He had thick auburn hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and soft brown skin. He was wearing, not the uniform like the rest of the students, but instead, a pair of torn jeans and a garish red flannel shirt, layered with a leather jacket, and he was sporting the crisp beginnings of what looked to be a beard.
Damien wasn't even certain he was meant to be a student until Mrs. Craft looked over at him and said, clearly exasperated, "Mr. Martin I presume?" in that shrill, nasal tone of hers that never failed to leave Damien with a migraine. The boy nodded. Mrs. Craft pointed him to the single empty desk left in the classroom, right at the front. The boy crumpled into it, looking as exhausted as Damien felt, and dragging with him a backpack that looked as though it might contain his entire life.
"Is it just me or does he look familiar?" a girl asked from beside him. Damien turned towards the girl, eyebrow raised. Carrie Benson. He wouldn't say he knew Carrie particularly well. They weren't even really friends. They shared a number of classes together, and technically she was his former best friend's sister. She had always been friendly enough to him, and he felt sort of bad keeping her at a distance simply because of her brother.
"Does he?" he asked.
"You can't tell me he doesn't look exactly like Adam Spellock," she said.
"Who?" Damien asked, giving her a bored look.
Carrie's eyes lowered, and she shook her head, turning exasperatedly back to her own desk and her own notes. Damien worried his lower lip. He knew exactly who she was talking about, how could he not? Adam was the main character of the Wisher trilogy. One of the biggest and most well-known book series of all time. Everyone knew Adam Spellock.
Only, their new classmate didn't look anything like Adam, at least, not how he was described in the books. A shy, skinny brunette with no discernibly interesting features, aside from his dark almost black eyes and poor fashion choices. No, he looked more like a bronzed, muscled Adonis, the likes of which could only be truly found in fanfiction. Often Damien's fanfiction.
Damien didn't pay much attention in class after that. He couldn't stop staring at the new boy. Carrie was right. He did look like Adam Spellock, and once Damien had seen it, it was suddenly all he could think about. Jotting down notes in his notebook, Damien began to formulate a new story as he waited for class to be over.
-Excerpt from "The Secret Life of Damien Carmichael"
Want to read more?! Read "The Secret Life of Damien Carmichael" on Wattpad
https://www.wattpad.com/784600108
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