Wasp Oil follows a haunted cop as she navigates a web of corruption and faces off with an otherworldly presence that feeds on fury. Where did the idea for this novel come from?

I’m a big Stephen King fan. In which some of his early novels had a messy direction and at times absurd riffing on certain subject matter. In the best way possible, of course. During the process of writing the first draft, I listened to the audiobook of his novel, Tommyknockers. It was strange, gripping, zig-zagged in theme and direction, basically, you had no idea where the story was gonna go, and there were so many moments where I paused and audibly said: WHAT? WHY STEPHEN, WHY?

Knowing he wrote the story while under the influence of drugs for the most part, I asked myself: What would a sober version of this story look like? Would it be tamer or in your face in such a stomach- clenching and suffocating way that the reader becomes swallowed by the atmosphere of the world and the character’s blood-curdling anger and anxiety?

In addition, when I was watching TV one day, totally spaced out from the program, becoming background noise while I was staring at my TV, I remembered the grossest injury I had. I was working at a zoo. Repurposing old shipping containers with lead-based paint and thinning rusty steel. I was cutting sections of a metal wall my co-worker and I had fabricated as a divider for the three black bears that were going to use these containers as a hibernating den. I had all my safety gear on and started cutting one of the center pieces with a grinder. Silly me forgot the blade spun in my direction and locked it on. Thinking I was safe. Well, a bur I couldn’t see snagged the disk, the grinder locked on it, then flew at my face. In a fraction of a second, I could’ve had my brain severed or my skull cracked. I swung out of the way as this red-hot tool flew at me, then bam!

The disk cut through my arm. Deep into my skin, fatty, and muscle tissue. I screamed my head off until I got paper towel to put pressure on my wound, then called for help while I was in shock. First aid came, giving me the courage to look at my gaping wound, which was surprisingly not bleeding, and then the rest was history. That moment of my life was so eye-opening and biologically invigorating, etched into my brain, that it inspired the brutality and ick factor in Wasp Oil.

What is it that draws you to the fantasy genre?

Fantasy allows me to embrace the level of imminent danger for mortal characters. While also creating questions of what the right circumstances are, I can impart on my characters and give the world a consciousness that could dictate what level of power and effectiveness it has on who or what drives the story forward. Fantasy also increases the reader’s interest, especially if I create characters with mortal limits. Furthermore, any characters with fantastical capabilities could either be seen as all-powerful or blind by the reasoning behind their otherworldly and even mortal agenda.

What were some themes that were important for you to explore in this book?

Anger was the most important theme. I spent so many years hating myself due to my belief that I had to behave a certain way to keep those closest to me happy. Give them a sense of trust in the version of me that makes them feel good in terms of what role I play in their life. Once I saw that my truer self didn’t bother anyone, and especially myself, I recognized how much toxic anger and energy I was wasting on destroying and even hiding from who I truly am. Even questioning if I ever was my true self. In my 20s I was actively dating and had friends come and go in my life. But none of those relationships were ever genuine because I was never kind to myself. I gave everyone I loved what I believed made them happy and feel safe. Hoping I’d get the same in return. Which I did in most cases, but the love and trust never felt real or steady.

Goods and evils of anger are what truly summarized all my thoughts as I was writing this book. I knew anger as the main theme, especially as an umbrella term for other themes such as anxiety, regret, and maddening drive, would rub people either the wrong way or be overwhelmed by the rawness of the extremes I put my characters through. Nevertheless, I fought my nerves that wanted me to stop writing and do it anyway. Even if some readers might be put off by how intense the story is.

Can readers look forward to seeing more releases from you soon?

​I will be writing one more book taking place in Halburton. Making it third to Black Rose Cocoon and Wasp Oil. The book will be called: Dead Mirrors Follow. The theme being: How do we deal with the ghosts of our past? Be they people, our mistakes, and the moments in which we wished we reacted differently. As for the storyline, all I’ll say is that it won’t be as wonderfully messy as Wasp Oil, but it will surprise you, scare, and hold you in ways you might not know how to feel. Storytelling is not about making you feel, then move on with your life. It’s about giving you pause in the rhythm and pattern you created to reorient yourself and appreciate the good in your life.

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