Interview with sci-fi author Tegon Maus

Today’s
special interviewee is Tegon Maus. He’s here to chat about his new soft sci-fi novel,
Bob.

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Welcome,
Tegon. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
I
was raised pretty much the same as everyone else… devoted mother, strict
father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn’t
friendly, I just wasn’t “people orientated”. Maybe I lived in my head
way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at
least I did until I met my wife.

The
first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can’t
remember what it was about… something about dust bunnies under the bed and
monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me
shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and
prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.

It
wasn’t a deliberate conscious thought it was more of a stepping stone. My wife
and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down
our dreams as they occurred. “Be as detailed as you can,” we were told.

I
was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it’s making people believe me and I
like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a
little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn’t be sure if it were true or
not. When I write, I always write with the effort of “it could
happen” very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me
happier.
Please tell us about
your current release, Bob.
Veteran
newspaper man, Peter Anderson’s career is slipping away. When he’s sent to do a
fluff piece about lights in the Arizona night sky, he discovers far more than
he ever expected. His investigation leaves him with more questions than
answers. The only thing he knows for certain, the only thing he can count on
are the two words offered repeatedly by Bob, his friend and guide . . . “IS
BELT.”

What inspired you to write this book?
The
lights in the night sky over Arizona. When the governor came out at the news
conference with the guy in a costume it pissed me off.
Excerpt from Bob:
I
blinked in disbelief, too stunned to speak.
Standing
in front of me, dressed in black jeans, a dark blue tee shirt with a picture of
Bob Marley and a backward baseball cap was a small, no more than 5′ 2″,
twenty something, black man.
“Hi.
I’m Pete,” I said, offering my hand.
“Ahh,
is sad story. Bob’s cousin not speak English,” Bob said pushing my hand
away.
“Awhhh,”
the little man breathed hoarsely, turning away, his arms swung loosely in
response.
“Bob,
he just said dude to me when he came in,” I said, pointing an
insistent finger at the little man.
“He
tries, broken English not so good. Is Fred,” he answered, spinning his
hand playfully in the air, pointing, draping a large, affectionate arm over the
man’s shoulder.
“Fred…
your Russian cousin?”
“Da,”
he answered simply without blinking.
“Bob…
he just spoke to me and it wasn’t Russian,” I protested.
“Ahh,
Bob’s friend generous, not make Bob’s cousin self-conscious. You good man, but
Fred speaks no English,” he argued, folding his arms.
“Ahhh,
damn it, Bob. You promised me… you said I could talk this time. Shit
man,” Fred cursed in a raspy whisper, stomping his foot, turning away.
“Nyet,
nyet,” Bob scolded, grabbing Fred. He began to speak Russian, shaking his
finger in the other man’s face.
Fred’s
shoulders slumped. His head swung loosely from side to side, avoiding Bob’s
gaze.
“Da,”
he said dully, turning in my direction once more.
“His
English not so good,” Bob added, wiggling his hands dismissively.
“Sounded
damn good to me,” I said honestly.
“Bob
understands. Bob’s friend speak Spanish?” he asked with a little annoyance
in his voice, threading his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Nope.
Can’t say as I do,” I answered, folding my arms.
“How
you say… no speak Spanish?” he asked, folding his arms as well.
“No
habla Hispano.”
“AAAHHH,
to Bob, Bob’s friend sound like native. Bob thought he smelled burritos, heard
waves on beach. Very impressed. Bob’s friend has gift for language. Sure not
speak Spanish?”
“Fred,”
I said flatly, stepping directly in front of the little man. “Do you speak
English?”
“Da.
Fred speak no English,” he responded dully, tilting his head from side to
side, his arms hung slack, swinging loosely as he spoke.
“Very
sad, like Bob say. Fred’s parents live too close to nuclear plant. Sure, sure,
rent very cheap but Fred… no brain for English,” Bob said, closing his
eyes, shaking his head in a pretentious, melancholy way.
“Bob,”
I started.
“Very
late. No time for Fred’s story. Bob’s friend want to see house tonight or
no?” he asked, pushing himself to stand between me and Fred.
“Alright,
have it your way. Let’s go,” I demanded now irritated, angrily grabbing my
coat off the back of the chair.
“Nyet,
nyet. Bob’s friend almost forget,” he said, turning his back quickly,
wriggling his fingers.
“Dear
God. Money? Now?” I said, throwing my coat across the back of the chair
again.
“Business
before pleasure… makes good fences.”
“The
saying is, ‘good fences make good neighbors’ not…”
“Bob’s
friend knows what Bob say. Not want money to be sticky bug between us.”
“Yeah,
yeah, I get it. How much this time?” I asked aggravated, removing my
wallet.
“Bob
not know about such things. Must speak with cousin,” he said, wrapping a
huge arm around the tiny man, pulling him to the other side of the room.
“Bob,
you gave me your word,” Fred whispered forcefully, sending a pointed
finger into Bob’s chest.
“Fred say, must
think about it. Fred likes Bob’s friend Peter, wants give good price,” he
said, smiling in my direction and then began to speak rapidly in Russian.
“Damn
it, Bob. You promised me,” Fred whispered disappointedly.
“Fred
say, four hundred dollars,” Bob said, holding up four fingers of his right
hand, all the while maintaining his grip on Fred’s shoulder.
“Three
hundred,” I countered, folding my arms, returning my wallet to my hip
pocket.
“Oooh,
Bob’s friend breaks Bob’s feelings. Bob’s friend would steal bread from Fred
very mouth?”
“It’s
not in Fred’s mouth just yet… three hundred,” I insisted.
What
exciting story are you working on next?
Service before Self.
Toby Grant has
landed his dream job as a service tech for Handy Dandy Services. Things don’t
go well from day one, when he’s teamed up with Ryan Burnell, a twenty year
veteran of the company. Toby quickly learns the hardships of being Ryan’s
partner, and finds himself in one uncomfortable situation after another. Toby
learns the true meaning of the company’s motto—“Service Before Self.”

When did you first consider yourself a
writer?
After
my first book The Littlefield Chronicles
was published. I panicked because I didn’t have another to follow it up.

Do you write full-time? If so, what’s your
work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time
to write?

I’m
an REO contractor… I write nights and weekends. Actually I write in my head
during the day and then put it down on paper at night.

What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?

Writing
quirk?? I can’t imagine such a thing… I do like to have a box of Fig Newtons on
hand for inspiration… does that count ??

As a child, what did you want to be when
you grew up?

I’ve
always wanted to build robots, androids… as time went by I switched to building
parts for amputees.

Anything additional you want to share
with the readers?

Please
feel free to send me a note about any of my books! You can reach me at Tegon.maus@Verizon.net.

Links:
Thanks, Tegon! 

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5 thoughts on “Interview with sci-fi author Tegon Maus

  1. Unknown says:

    Great interview~I think I live in my head quite a bit, too! Your next book sounds like a great one, too! Thank you so much for sharing.

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