Misty Dahl is a writer from Santa Cruz, California who lives
near the Cliffs of Insanity with her fire-breathing cat Lucy. She's penned
three NaNoWriMo novels and read a portion of her third book titled The Others as part of the
NaNoWriMo series of interviews for Unbedtime
Stories on KFJC 89.7 FM
radio. She’s currently working on a new novel called Of Night and Light
and the Half-Light and plans to seek publication. Her short stories,
flash fiction and interviews will begin to appear this year in the fantasy,
horror and dark fiction markets. You can read some of her flash fiction and
find out more about her at:
Facebook/mistydahl
TWENTY
QUESTIONS WITH MISTY DAHL
By
Nora B. Peevy
1)
Your
name is memorable. Is Misty Dahl a pen name or your birth name?
My
birth name is Misty but my last name is not legally Dahl. I chose it because I
wanted something German in origin, since my real last name is German. It’s hard
to find a name that fits with such a strange birth name like Misty, but Dahl
was edgy, like a doll, and seemed to fit in an offbeat way. Also, it’s nice to
have a connection to the legendary Roald Dahl.
2)
Before
you ever wrote, who encouraged your love for the written word?
I
didn’t have a lot of encouragement as a child. When I wasn’t living with my
father I lived with my mother on the road, in domes and in communes,
in gypsy camps and once I even had my own loft with doves. This was in
California but when I was eight my mother took me to Colorado with her. She worked
at a place called Muddy’s CafĂ©, Bookstore and Slightly Off Center Theater. They
had a loft with books from the floor to the ceiling and I would stay up there
all night reading. Spending my childhood in (all the places I grew up
including) a place like that was magical; it had a profound affect on my inner
life, encouraging my love for the written word. There were other influences
too. I remember the years my mother stayed in one place and we (basically)
lived across the street from the library in Santa Cruz, Ca. We would stay all
day long. I could take books home with me too. The only rule was that I had to
be able to carry them; a kid in love with books can carry a lot. I guess the
library, and seeing my mother read was an inspiration. It seemed like most of
my family and friends didn’t understand what being an artist meant to me; they
thought it was stupid. Also my mother was emotionally unavailable, so as an
obvious result, I didn’t get a lot of support. I think because of that, and the
constant traveling, I became very introverted. When I finally began to write, I
wrote in a journal as a way to understand the world and my place in it. As it
turns out, this was a very good way to breed a writer named Misty Dahl.
3)
At
what age did you start writing?
I
started by writing in my journals around age twelve. Around age thirteen a
different kind of writing began to emerge. This was when I met Jessica. She
introduced me to Kerouac and I read The
Dharma Bums until I was ”burning like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars,” madly in love with language. This was
the early 80’s in Denver and I went to a lot of poetry slams at the local
coffee houses. Jessica’s parents were agents or publishers and I remember going
to book release parties at their house. I wish I knew how to find them. Besides
being surrounded by books and seeing my mother read, I think Jessica was the
one who inspired me most in the beginning, along with Jack.
4)
Do
you remember the first story you ever wrote?
I
certainly do. I was fourteen years old and I wrote a story called The Wall for my freshman English class.
The assignment was to write what was on the other side of the wall. It was a
short story in one class sitting; I think my teacher gave us twenty minutes to
complete it, although it may’ve been forty-five. The Wall was published in my school newspaper and caused quite an
up-roar around school for it’s sensual metaphors. “I can’t believe they
published that in the school paper,” was heard all over campus. I was hooked on
causing a scene after that. Years later, when I read Neil Gaiman’s Stardust, I was convinced he copied my
idea.
5)
Did you take to writing like a duck to water or did
you struggle like a stone?
Writing
has always been both easy and difficult for me.
I subscribe to the theory that we need to practice in order to become and
to remain good. As far as an art form, I originally wanted to be an
illustrative artist (I was also a figure skater and ballet dancer) so writing
came later. In the beginning I wrote poetry and it was both difficult and
terrible. Looking back I think it was hard because I didn’t understand what
writing was. When I finally began to open up as a writer, it was because I
became completely honest on paper. Reading Anais Nin helped with that.
6)
What
three books did you just finish reading?
I
just finished The Devils Coattails
Anthology Edited by Jason V Brock and William F. Nolan, The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern and
The Brief History of the Dead by
Kevin Brockmeier
7)
What
was your favorite book from 2011?
Hmm,
this is a tough one. I think maybe it’s a tie between The Illumination by Kevin Brockmeier and The Silent Land by Graham Joyce. This is ironic considering I just
read a review by Kevin Brockmeier on The
Silent Land. I wonder if Graham wrote something about The Illumination. The Silent
Land is a love story and it moved me to tears; Joyce is a great storyteller
(and a friend). The illumination was put
together from different perspectives, it’s wonderfully poetic, and it’s a love
story too.
8)
Do you have writing goals set for this year?
My biggest goal is to stay focused and disciplined
in writing. I’ve recently developed what I call: the monster work ethic.
In addition to writing, reading and studying craft, I’m also learning about the
business aspects of writing. I’ve also been taking notes on a new novel and as
much as I’ve tried to stay focused on learning how to tell a wonderful short
story, I can’t get away from the pull to write longer pieces. I’ll confess, I’ve
already started to write my new novel. There will be new features on my blog as
well. Monday’s Monsters, Wednesday’s Writers, and on Fridays it will be Flash
Fiction Fridays. Currently I have a project underway that will showcase flash
fiction from over thirty writers. We are called The Fraternity of Flash.
I’ll begin posting stories around April 1, 2012. Stay tuned into my blog to
find out more.
9)
You
posted The Night Before the Night Before
Christmas Eve, a flash fiction piece, on your blog recently.
Where did you draw inspiration from to write this story?
I
wrote it on the night before, the night before Christmas Eve when I got home
from work at three in the morning. I was tired, and although I originally
didn’t have much more than an ounce of Christmas spirit I began to develop it.
It started, I believe, because someone had given me a small Charlie Brown
Christmas tree with a beautiful card as I was leaving work. On the way home I
turned on the radio and Louis Armstrong was singing White Christmas. I began to cry; suddenly I was in the midst of
melancholy and spirit. When I got home I put on some more Christmas music, then
tears started flowing and I just started writing; a lot of my flash fiction
happens this way. These sudden bursts of flash fiction are great creatively but
technically they’re messy; I usually post them on my blog before editing and
then spend the next few days adding and subtracting (the piece still needs
work). As far as direct inspiration I guess it was a kind of a play on The Night Before Christmas but the rest,
who knows. The idea house is a funny thing. Reading it again I can see my
influences: Edward Gorey, Tim Burton, Dr. Suess, Neil Gaiman, Lemony Snicket,
Edgar Allen Poe.
10) I like to have it quiet so I can
hear the voices in my head, but I know other writers write to music. When you
write do you listen to music? If you do, what are you listening to right now?
11) Can you
tell us a little about Your Nightmares? Is this a new project for you?
12) What is
the worst nightmare you’ve had?
I actually have a decent amount of nightmares but
instead of getting too scared, I usually get intrigued. I actually wake up
thinking that they’re cool and I jot them down in my idea journal. Most of my worst nightmares deal with
staircases that go down into basements and cellars. Others deal with stairs
that lead up to doors that I cannot bear to experience. Something about what’s
hidden but that never actually shows itself is particularly terrifying to me.
13) What’s
the best dream you ever had? Did you write about it?
This part of my life-the last year-has been the
best dream I’ve ever had. But there was a pretty great one when my son’s father
died. I remember having a lot of trouble getting over him, and then one night,
about two or three months after he passed, I had a dream that he came to sit
with me. We sat at a picnic table and I could see color vividly-I remember the
grass was this bright green-and I could feel the wind blowing. He sat next to
me and said that he was okay now, that he was moving on, and that I should too.
I never wrote about it, but maybe someday I will.
14) You’ve
mentioned your magical fire-breathing cat before. Let’s hear a bit about your
talented feline companion. How did you discover you owned such a fiery beast?
I’m
afraid that’s just about the epitome of my eccentricity. I like to tell people
that I picked her out of a liter of fire breathing kittens. Truth is that I had
taken a picture of my cat (Lucy) and the camera reflected the white tree light
near her mouth, it looked like she was breathing fire. I mean, you do
understand that she doesn’t actually breathe fire, right? Well, she also has
laser beam eyes. At least that’s what the pictures show. That part could
actually be true. There’s no way to know for sure.
15) If your fire-breathing cat wrote a story,
what would it be about?
That’s
a good one Nora. I think she’d probably write about the responsibility that
comes with fire as well as the prejudice against other-worldly beings. She
might also write about The Trial by Fire
Festival that’s held every year in The
Dark Land. I sure do miss her when she goes away for those two weeks in
October.
16) Quick! You’re trapped in an
abandoned well with a notebook, a pencil, and one candle. What would you write?
I’d
probably write a way out of the abandoned well. Then when that didn’t work I’d write
a letter to my son telling him how much I love him, and if I had time I’d pen
one to my dad, my sister Amanda, my friend Chad and the one named Jason.
17) The nasty goblin that imprisoned
you in the abandoned well has decided to give you a snack. What would you like?
It can be anything, as long as it’s something you wouldn’t really eat. *grins*
Chocolate
covered pill bugs. Yuck and how mean. I love pill bugs. I’d rather starve than
harm them. Uh, wait! This could seriously damage my cred as a badass horror, dark
fantasy writer. Delete, delete, delete.
18) And now for another zany question,
just because… You’ve been given the opportunity to become a mythological
creature for one day and one night only. What creature would you like to be and
why?
Hmm,
maybe a shapes-shifter. I write a lot about shape-shifters and to a certain
extent I’ve already spent most of my life as one, but I’d like to know first
hand what it’s like to be an actual mythological shape shifter. I think if I
could do that, I’d probably like to morph into some amazing creature like Joss
Whedon. It’d be a virtual-reality writing course from inside the mind of a god.
19) But seriously, tell me one thing
about yourself that would surprise your readers, if they found out.
I
guess what people are usually surprised by is that I’m a lot older than I look.
Most people say around twenty-five but I’m actually turning forty-one on
Valentines Day. The gods have been good to me. My secret? Falling in love with
life.
20) Is there anything you would like to
add in closing for your readers?
I’d
like to ask a question. “What would you dare to do if you knew you could not
fail?” Now you go after what makes your heart beat faster. “Jump off cliffs and
build your wings on the way down,” as Ray Bradbury likes to say. Paint the moon
and the stars, spill your guts on paper, dare to fall in love, to keep reaching
deeper, to tell the truth, and to soar.
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