Today I welcome Sarah Daltry and Pete Clark to the blog, with Backward Compatible

Backward Compatible

Not too long ago,
in a town that,
depending on your current location,
is either not super far
or actually quite close…
It is a time of chaotic hormones.
Two nerdy gents
home for winter break
have discovered a female gamer
at a midnight release.
During the break,
the gamer trio manages
to reveal the game’s secret boss,
a hidden enemy
with enough power to destroy
anything in its path.
Pursued by other gamers
who want to be the first
to beat this boss,
George and Katie race to level up,
and, in so doing, restore decency
and sexual activity to their personal galaxy…

Welcome to the blog today, 

Are you working on another book right now?

I’m in the middle of so many things. I’m continuing both the Eden’s Fall and Flowering series. I’m also working on a YA fantasy romance called Primordial Dust as well as a literary novella based on TS Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Plus I have several ideas.

Pete: I have a comic detective noir story. Another historical fiction mixed with supernatural monsters and legends. A realistic fiction and about 42 other things sitting and waiting with angry looks.

What do you enjoy most about writing?
I just love telling stories.
The writing part is pretty sweet.
What do you like the least?
Marketing. I wish people would just know my books exist and read them.
Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
I could see this being a movie, actually. It has the dialogue elements of a movie already in place.
I think that both Backward Compatible and Midnight Riders would be well suited to be made into a movie.

Can you name any actors you would like to see as the lead characters in your book.
Hmmm. I know Pete will be mad, because Michael Cera is kind of the go-to geeky actor, but probably Michael Cera. And Ellen Page. Even though I just cast Juno.
Vincent Cassel as a villain. Screw Michael Cera.

What things do you like to do to relax?
Play Xbox of course! And hang out with my cats.

I like to watch my cats play Xbox. They’re pretty good but they camp too much.

Do you have another job as well as writing?
I do other writing-related things, but no, this is basically it.
I am a teacher.
If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
Mind control.
Just give me the Infinity Gauntlet and I’ll be pretty happy.

If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
I wouldn’t, because I would live in London!
Flying Delorian.

What’s your favorite food?
Pizza or anything made with seitan
Whole Foods tofu chicken salad on bread with cotswald. Nom nom.

Favorite color?
Black and purple
Green. Crazy bright melt your retinas green.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
Personally or for this book? Personally, “Firework” is my motivational go-to song. For this book, anything by They Might Be Giants.
Mr. Bombastic

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.

Chocolate or vanilla?-----
Sarah: Chocolate
Pete: Chocolate
Dog or cat?----
Sarah: Cat
Pete: Cat
The film or the book?-----
Sarah: Book, obviously.
Pete: Book
Jeans or suit? Pete: Naked
jeans or skirt? Sarah: Jeans
Beach or Snow resort?
Sarah: Woods or city. I don’t like beaches or snow.
Pete: Not a big fan of either. But Mountains are pretty cool so snow resort. Creepy forest would be ideal.
Boots or sneakers? Pete: sneakers. I don’t think I have owned boots since I was eight.
Heels or flats? Sarah: Can I choose boots and sneakers? YES Sarah :-)
What do you love best about yourself?
My snarky sense of humor
Everything. I’m unbelievably awesome. But mostly my humble nature. Meh, this joke is overdone but I couldn’t help myself.
What do you like least?
I’m overly empathetic and people see that as weakness.
There aren’t more of me. (Smiles)
Is there a question you would like to have been asked?
Sarah: Favorite video game
Pete: Where did you stash the treasure?
Torture me all you want, I won’t tell you.
Do you have anything to share with other authors that might be a help?
Don’t bother looking at rankings or what’s trending. It changes so fast.
Always listen to Gonna Fly Now and run the streets of Philadelphia in a grey hoodie, throwing jabs at the air. It just makes good business sense.

Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Reading is good. Read more.

Read an Excerpt from Backwards Compatible
“These graphics suck,” George says and I look back at the screen. We’re standing in the middle of the Estate, colorful orbs quivering ahead of us. We each have to choose our starting advantage. Waterfalls shimmer in the distance and the sunlight streams over multicolored stones in the courtyard.

“Amateurs,” Lanyon concurs. “I mean, they couldn’t have five waterfalls?”

“Your ironic wit is mind blowing, but choose your damn orbs,” I tell them. I consider. Magic, defense, offense, stealth, and charisma. I always go for magic as a black mage, but I wonder if a druid needs something else. Screw it. I need charisma in real life, too.

“Charisma?” Lanyon asks. “No one ever picks charisma.”

“We’re a party of a thief, druid, and a bard. We’re screwed regardless.”

“You two underestimate the mighty power of my lute,” George argues.

“Did you start with charisma?” Lanyon asks.

“Hell, no. I have charisma in spades. I started with stealth.”

“Great. A stealthy bard,” I sigh.

“She’s right,” Lanyon concedes. “We’re screwed.”

However, it actually isn’t bad at all at first. We power through the Estate and make it to the Yobanaria Dale with no resurrections and all at level ten. I’m impressed. George hasn’t actually fought anything, but he has some pretty awe-inspiring charm mastery already. I think I might have a serious crush. He seals the deal when he buffs my hailstorm spell without even being asked.

“Can you guys watch El Thiefelo? My mom wants me to eat supper,” Lanyon says.

“Yeah, we’ve got it,” I tell him. “The first boss is in the elven ruins anyway, so we should grind a bit. I think he’s a twelve.”

George and I explore the Dale, taking out bats and Joba spores. It’s fairly quiet, except for when we combo with his charms and my spells and he yells out, “Eat lute, bitch,” but it’s nice. We work well, almost inherently understanding each other. I’ve never been able to play this effectively with anyone. I try not to think about his eyes. Stupid boys, being cute and stuff.

By the time Lanyon comes back, we’re all at level 12, although Lanyon leveled up just by standing by a door while we played. Still, we are ready to take on Balsa the Proud. As a black mage, it took me about nine seconds. Trees don’t like fire. However, druids don’t have the same level of black magic and all elemental magic is weakened by the need to draw from the elements nearby. Sadly, trees seem to avoid storing fire runes in their villages. I expect this to be a little more challenging. It might even take fifteen seconds.

“First boss. Also known as the freebie bitch to sucker the young folks into a false sense of security,” Lanyon announces as he runs into the center of Balsa’s lair. The cinema plays and then, in a moment of pure absurdity, El Thiefelo is squished as Balsa steps on him.

“Can someone revive me?” Lanyon whines. 
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