Today, I have the pleasure of sharing an interview with Katie Magnusson, one of the authors in Mocha Memoirs Press’s new Paranormal Sherlock Holmes anthology, An Improbable Truth. Ā Here is what she has to say for herself and her story. š
How long have you been writing?
I wrote stories for myself all through high school and college, sometimes quick flash fiction, other times whole books, but only in the past two or three years did I start to think that maybe I could actually use all these ideas in my head, that someone else would find them interesting.
What was your reaction when you made your first sale?
I think I may have sat in front of the computer for a moment and said, āHoly f***.ā
Where you do get your inspiration?
Much of it comes from other stories. I see things I like in other characters and wonder what would happen if _________________,Ā fill in the blankā¦ and then sort of go from there. For example, in my short story āSherlock Holmes and the Hungry Ghost,ā I had the premise of a paranormal/horror mystery to work within as part of an anthology. Paranormal mysteries have been done, so often, and often with the same character types, Holmes vs Dracula and such, I wanted to do something a little different. So, the first thing that came to mind was a ghost story. I didnāt want to do vampires or monsters, I wanted something simple and haunting. Haunting, hey, what if Holmes isnāt investigating a haunting, what if heās the one being haunted? Why would a ghost haunt him? Is a ghost really haunting him? If not, is it in his mind? The story progressed very quickly from āHolmes vs Ghostā to āHolmes vs Inner Demonsā with a horror story flare. And honestly, there are few things as terrifying as the things we hide from inside ourselves, as clichĆ© as that sounds.
Have you found it difficult to market your work? Any tips for things that worked?
To be perfectly honest, this is the first story Iāve successfully published. It worked though, so I guess the advice I can give would be to keep up on what people are looking for. Donāt discount smaller, independent markets, and ultimately donāt be afraid to just get your stuff out there.
Do you enjoy interacting with fans, or are you an introvert? Do you get much fan mail?
If I had fans, I think I would love to interact with them. [So be sure any let Katie know if you read and like her story! — Rie]
What has been your most challenging project to date?
Iāve had a series of short stories in the works for years that Iām now trying to polish and publish as a book series. Cyberpunkish Sherlockiana, I suppose would be the way to describe them. Can you tell I like Sherlock Holmes? Itās a challenging project just because itās the biggest thing Iāve ever done, Iāve been doing it for so long, and itās going to be hard to finally say, āIām finished,ā instead of āWait, let me fix thatā¦ā
Have you always been a fan of Sherlock Holmes?
I got into Sherlock Holmes about six years ago. I tried reading The Hound of the Baskervilles when I was a kid, but I didnāt really like the story. I donāt know if I was just too young to appreciate the descriptions of the gloomy landscape of the moors, or if it was diving into a Sherlock Holmes book that actually features very little Holmes, but whatever the reason, I never really gave the character much thought after that. Much, much later I saw The Complete Sherlock Holmes at a used bookstore, and bought it completely on a whim. Took it home, opened it up, and was instantly hooked. Iām certain that had I started with the short stories as a child instead, I would have liked it a lot more. As it was, I became somewhat obsessed, quickly devouring pastiche and media, everything I could find. Still do, clearly.
What was your favorite original story?
āThe Adventure of Silver Blazeā immediately comes to mind, for the line about the curious incident with the dog in the nighttime if nothing else (āThe dog did nothing in the night-time.ā āThatās what was the curious incident.”). Also āThe Adventure of the Speckled Bandā, āThe Adventure of the Copper Beechesā, and āThe Adventure of the Solitary Cyclistā feature suspenseful plots with women who have a sensible head on their shoulders, and delightfully colorful confrontations between the villains and Holmes. āThe Adventure of the Three Garridebsā is amazing for the single moment when Sherlock Holmes finally lets the walls down and we get that glimpse of the great heart along with the great mind… but I could go on like this for ages. You asked for one story, I just listed five. Such is fandom.
Did you stick to the canon characters or invent a new companion?
For this story, there isnāt any companion present. As a general rule, I donāt think a new companion should be introduced unless thereās a good reason for it, and I didnāt have a reason. Initially, Watson was going to be a presence, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that not only did he not belong in this story, but it was essential that he be absent.
What are your other hobbies and interests?
I dabble in cosplay, perfumery, puppetry, online and tabletop gaming, paintingā¦ working with my hands and escapism, essentially.
What does the future hold for you?
Hopefully more writing, and hopefully some of it will be published.
What advice do you have for new writersā¦or just those of us not as accomplished as you are? š
One bit of advice for when youāre stuck – write fanfiction. Seriously, itās a great, entertaining exercise. Write about your favorite show, write about your own characters, it doesnāt matter. Itās good to keep the gears moving, and maybe youāll uncover an idea you didnāt know you had.
Where can readers find you?
Send a tweet to @mrskatem, or look upĀ kaelma on tumblr.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Six years ago, Katie Magnusson picked up a copy of The Complete Sherlock Holmes on a whim, and promptly devoured it. After picking the pages from her teeth, she sought out other sources of Sherlockiana, and discovered the often delightful world of pastiche. She has a particular taste for cross-genre tales, and is thrilled to be included in a paranormal Holmes anthology.
Katie lives in Wisconsin with an eccentric philosopher husband, and their cherubic Viking-ninja son.
Excerpt from āSherlock Holmes and the Hungry Ghostā by Katie Magnusson:
The next few days were mundane. Holmes occupied himself with a chemical synthesis, finished updating his scrapbook, played concertos by Tchaikovsky, Mendelssohn and Paganini, and read every news publication in London. Twice.
His mind raced, an overworked engine threatening to break itself apart at any moment. He hadnāt eaten all day. He couldnāt. He was exhausted, but he couldnāt sleep. He had to do something. Anything. Everything. By God, what he wouldnāt give for a puzzle to walk through the door, for some crime to be committed! A horrible murder, a theft, blackmail, an encoded message, just give him work!
In a fit of exasperation, he pulled open his desk drawer. The case and bottle lay there, where heād shut them away, out of sight. His hand trembled as he reached for the bottle, stopping just as his fingers brushed the surface. He took a breath and closed the drawer. The only way to know the damage done to his mind was to resist. He had to provide a consistent, controlled environment to assess his faculties, and so he would suffer through the boredom of existence.
Holmes tossed some pillows onto the floor, sitting down with his legs tucked up underneath him. He relit his pipe and closed his eyes, hoping he could manage to calm his mind at least for a moment. Just one momentās reprieve was all he wantedā¦
He opened his eyes, lying on the floor. Heād fallen asleep. His body had finally rebelled and forced upon him the rest he sorely needed, much to his amused chagrin. He stood slowly, stretching his long limbs, and beheld his correspondence scattered across the room.
The jackknife that usually held it in place on the mantel was gone.
He turned, scanning the room. The knife was easy to spot, embedded in the opposite wall from the fireplace. He didnāt remember throwing it there.
āYouāre going mad.ā
āWhoās there?ā He looked around and saw no one. He was alone.
āTheyāll leave you–ā
āWhere are you?ā
ā–just like everyone else.ā
It was a womanās voice, and it seemed to come from everywhere at once. She laughed as he searched, and a tingling feeling crept across his skin as if an insect were crawling down his spine.
His head felt as if his skull was being hollowed out with a red hot poker. His chest was tight. He couldnāt breathe. āVoices that arenāt thereā¦ā he wondered aloud. Could the damage to his mind be so great?
āNo. I refuse to believe it,ā he pressed his hands to his ears as the woman laughed again, taunting, though it did nothing to dull the sound. āI am sane! If I were not, then I would not recognize my decline! These experiences have nothing to do with the cocaine,ā he stalked over to the knife in the wall, yanking it out and firmly sticking it back in its proper place in the mantel, āI refuse to believe it,ā he said again, softer, slowly absorbing the significance of his statement. āIf I am not mad, then what is going on?ā
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