Interview with YA fantasy author C. J. Davidson

Fantasy
author C. J. Davidson is here
today and we’re chatting about her new teen novel, A Daughter’s Curse: The Queen of Water’s Forbidden Love.



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Welcome, C. J. Please tell us a little
bit about yourself.
Today, I am
married and have four children. Their names are Dluce, Marin, Carlos, and
Isabella. I work as Branch Manager at a financial institution. I couldn’t be
happier with what I have accomplished so far.
My
next step is to somehow help those affected by domestic violence. What hurts
the most, is when children are in the middle of it. It is my belief that no one
should have to feel unsafe, living life on the edge, wondering when they are
going to get hurt. Sleeping with one eye open is the worst feeling in the
world. Fear that catches in your throat paralyzes your whole body. Living life
like that hurts and it comes with consequences. I know.
Please share a little bit about your
current release.

A Daughter’s Curse introduces a new
mystical fantasy world incorporating the four elements: Earth, air, water, and
fire. The parallel world in which only certain mortals have their own type of
weapon and powers, depending in which element they are born in, is intriguing
and contains realistic, believable characters.
A
suspenseful romance about 16-year-old Brisnay Caplin who is not only
discovering who she is, but where she comes from and what that means, is also
introduced. She is part of the elemental society, and according to their rules,
shouldn’t exist. Facing many hardships, and overcoming even more obstacles to
deal with the consequences of her heritage and a forbidden love, she decides to
take a stand and fight for the right to love.
Along
Brisnay’s journey through this new world, some of the truth she discovers
shocks her to the core. Without her knowledge, she faces a powerful enemy who
is out to destroy her and strip her of the powers she’s rightfully inherited.
Betrayal and deceit tends may come from someone least expected, and it may be
too late to do something about it.
A Daughter’s Curse: The Queen of
Water’s Forbidden Love
is a story of survival…and a forbidden love that will not be denied,
despite all obstacles.

What inspired you to write this book?

A Daughter’s Curse also has an important message that
is meant to get delivered to many who will relate to the main character,
Brisnay. See, I write with a purpose. I dedicated this book to those affected
by domestic violence in hopes of letting them know something: Imagination is a
powerful thing. The book demonstrates how relatable the fantasy world I created
is to real life scenarios today: The bad character who abuses, the mother who
is scared to leave, the daughter (Brisnay) who wants to escape the situation
but won’t leave her mother behind, and a forbidden love.
If you are
a victim of domestic violence, (and I say victim, because at this point, you
are going through it) don’t just let it happen. Use whatever means you must to
help you cope and escape. Personally, I used imagination and held onto hope.
That was all I could do back then.
So, my question to you is: Are you a victim? Or are you a
survivor?
If you are a victim, then fight to be a survivor.
Be Brisnay,
a walking symbol for change.

Excerpt from A Daughter’s Curse: The Queen of Water’s Forbidden Love:
“Where is it?” Brisnay heard her father’s voice thunder.

She shot up
in bed and glanced at the clock. It was nearly three a.m.
      It was barely an hour ago when Nickolaus
had helped her into her house through the bathroom window. And it had taken at
least thirty minutes to go to sleep from all the excitement she had
experienced.
      Brisnay groaned.
      What is he
yelling about now?
      “I don’t know,” she heard her mother
answer in a gravelly voice.
      “Did you take it?”
      “No! I haven’t touched it! I have no idea
where it is!”
      Brisnay felt like her chest was caving in.
She sharply breathed out as she felt her insides churn. She got up and paced.
      Are they
talking about the book? What am I going to do now?
      “It’s not here! Where is it?” her father
demanded.
      “I’m telling you the truth! I haven’t seen
it!” her mother yelled back.
      Brisnay heard a sickening slap. She was
sure her father had struck her mother. All at once, she heard her father’s
heavy footsteps heading toward her room. With an erratic heartbeat, she slipped
quietly back into bed and pulled the covers up to her face, squeezing her eyes
shut. A knot started to build in her throat.
      She heard her father shove open her
bedroom door, and then he flipped the lights on. “Brisnay!”
      Brisnay lay frozen.
      “Brisnay! Get the hell up!”
      Then, out of nowhere, a sharp pain cut
through Brisnay’s body. She didn’t know how, but her father had struck her in
the stomach. She stumbled out of bed, breathless, and leaned over as she
clutched her stomach with both hands.
      “Did you get a book out of our closet?”
      Brisnay’s heart sank faster than a rock
sinking to the bottom of the ocean. She had never seen her father this angry.
      “No,” she gasped, peering up at
Demetrious.
      “Eleanor! Come here! Eleanor!”
      Brisnay almost cried when she saw her
mother stagger into her room. She had a huge red bump beside one of her eyes
and was bleeding from a busted lower lip. Eleanor leaned her back against the
wall and held her left side, as if she had been struck there.
      Brisnay’s heart thundered wildly with fear
as she cried out, “Mom!” She rushed toward Eleanor.
      Without warning, her father grabbed
Brisnay by the hair and threw her on the bed with a tremendous force that she
fell off on the other side.
      “One of you is lying to me. There are only
three people living in this house who could’ve taken it. And I know it’s not
me! Where is it, Eleanor?”
      “I don’t know,” her mother gasped, shaking
her head. “I haven’t seen it.”
      “Brisnay, have you taken something that’s
not yours?” her father hissed.
      “No,” she answered, her voice shaking, not
knowing what else to say.
      Her father’s eyes flashed in anger. He
stormed out of the room, and Brisnay went to her mother at once. She could hear
him throwing stuff around, looking for a book she knew he wasn’t going to find.
      “Are you okay? Are you okay?” Brisnay
asked her mother, pushing Eleanor’s hair from her face. “I am so, so sorry. I
didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
      “You have it?” her mother whispered.
      Brisnay hesitated before nodding, and then
she quickly glanced at the door. Furniture scraped against the floor in the
other room.
      “What are we going to do?” her mother
whimpered.
      “Don’t worry,” Brisnay consoled her. “I’ve
got this.”
      “You don’t know what your father is
capable of. He’s crazy. Don’t say anything,” her mother pleaded. “Just don’t
say anything. Nothing. I will handle this.” A determined, odd expression washed
over Eleanor’s face.
      “Look at you. You can’t take any more,”
said Brisnay. “This is my fault, and I’m going to own up to it.”
      “No. Don’t say anything. I forbid you to.”
      They heard Demetrious heading back toward
the room, his heavy footsteps like a gauntlet.
      “It’s not there! Where is it?” Demetrious
shouted. Then, he turned to Brisnay. “Where is it, Brisnay? Where is it?”
yelled her father, getting angrier by the second.
      Brisnay glanced at her wide-eyed mother,
who was lightly shaking her head.
      “I-I don’t know,” Brisnay answered.
      “Then, you have it, Eleanor. Where is it?”
roared Demetrious, menacingly towering over Eleanor.
      Horrified, Brisnay watched her father grab
her mother by the throat with one hand. He pushed her against the wall and
raised his iron fist, ready to strike her face.
      No! Brisnay thought to herself as she
helplessly stared at her mother. I am not
about to have my mother take a fall for this!
      Brisnay stood firm and took a big breath.
“I have it!” she roared, her voice trembling, her hands balled into fists at
her sides.

What exciting story are you working
on next?

A Daughter’s Curse will be a trilogy.
I am currently working on the second book, and I am about 18 chapters in.

When did you first consider yourself a
writer?

Back when I
was in high school, I was in the yearbook club for all three years. I loved
writing about the action, and I felt the words come to life when I did so. At
age sixteen was when wrote my first full-length novel. Unfortunately, it was
lost in a hard drive and I couldn’t get it back. That was disappointing. Ever
since, time did not permit me to continue writing until recently. So, you see,
I considered myself a writer at an early age, more so because I loved to write.
It must come from the heart. If I go days without writing, my head will explode
with all the ideas that had accumulated.

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 wish to write full-time. However, working over forty hours a week limits my
time. I try to put in about four hours every other day. I usually like to write
during night, because that is when the kids go to bed. That is the time when my
imagination flares, especially when it’s raining.

What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?

After I write a chapter, I can’t seem to stop editing. When I wrote this book,
I would edit it by reading it from end to the beginning, from the middle and
out, on my phone, on paper, etc. There are many ways to edit your work, and I
am sure I done all of it.



As a child, what did
you want to be when you grew up?
Don’t
laugh. I wanted to be an actress, and then I moved on to a singer, next came a
dancer, then a psychiatrist, a CPS case worker, etc. I am very sure I wanted to
do a lot when I grew up.

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