You may not have heard of Shannon Kirk. I certainly hadn't
before picking up a copy of her new book Method 15/33 from NetGalley a few
months ago. I love discovering "new" authors. Well, new to me anyway.
I was especially glad to have discovered this lady after I had finished reading
the book.
It is a psychological thriller of the very best kind. I have
reviewed the book and I will be posting that as well on Monday night but in the
meantime, sit back and enjoy this interview with Shannon.
It is quite a long, in-depth interview so I have split it
over two nights. Part 2 will come tomorrow night. The book itself is officially
launched on 5th May. In the interview, Shannon tells us about her life growing
up all over America. She also talks about writing, both her own and the writing
that has influenced her over the years. She will also, of course, take on The
Ten Confessions.
As is always the case with my interviews, go grab yourself a
nice cold one, get some nibbles and most of all........enjoy!
COAF - So tell everyone a bit about yourself in general?
SK - I used to describe myself as a six-foot supermodel with
superpowers, but now I lie and tell people I am what they see: a short brunette
with vague, sometimes functional, mom powers. I keep the lights on by working
as a lawyer.
I have two serious addictions that I do not try to curb:
coffee and buying books. My husband is a medical physicist paddle-boarder, my
son a basketball-loving eleven year old. We have two cats, Stewie Poe and
Marvin Marquez, named after my writing influences. My son claims Marvin’s real
name is Marvin Gardens, after the Monopoly property. We quarrel about this.
When not working or writing or taking my son to basketball, I try to create
seaglass sculptures. (Pictures below)
Random things about me: I wish I had gone to NYU film
school, but I don’t know a damn thing about making films. I love to travel to
new places. I can’t sing. I like only milk chocolate, white and dark can _ _ _
_ off. I’m anti-raisins. Why would you put raisins in anything? My ultimate
dream day would be this: Get up, drink gigantic, perfectly-calibrated coffee on
Italian coast in a villa perched over the sea. Write all morning to the sound
of waves and Ray LaMontagne songs. Late lunch of Chianti, cheese, fried
Zucchini flowers, and bread with my husband and son. Read out on the villa’s
porch. Get ready for La Boheme, being performed at La Scala in Milan, by
putting on a blood-red Valentino gown. Drive up to Milan in a black on black on
black, assassin-style Audi.