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Druyor was born at the Quonset Point Naval Air Station Hospital, North Kingston,
RI. The ID bracelet wrapped three times around her little wrist. She could swim
before she could walk and read before she started school.
has traveled the world telling stories. After a year in Amsterdam writing and
performing sketch comedy at Boom Chicago, she toured North America with
Shenandoah Shakespeare and with the incredible educational show Sex Signals.
From Paris, FR to William’s Bay, WI, you’ll find her gypsy life reflected in
her books. If you met her on the road, read her closely, you may find yourself
now, Gwendolyn lives in Hollywood with her Irish Jack Russell, Josh Lyman
Zyrga, who is still pouting over the fact that she didn’t put him on the cover
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first appeared in my novelette, Dee.
She demanded an origin story which turned into my SciFan novel, WereHuman – The Witch’s Daughter. Now,
she and her brother are on their own in Chicago and she’s making her way the
best she can as a fourteen-year-old with no birth certificate, no parents, and
no control over her shifting. She jumps from human to dog whenever a car
backfires. Plus, she just learned that terriers her size only live about
Shifter School, Laylea gets thrown
into the underground Shifter community. Literally. As a punishment for shifting
in front of humans, Laylea is condemned to Lincoln Park Shifter School where
she finds, weres of all species, friends her own age, and too many secrets.
This place is not your grandmother’s uber-secret, underground, shifter academy.
What inspired you to write this book?
wanted Laylea to have some friends her own age. She’s always seemed fine with
the other Wyrdos in Chicago, but now that she’s a human girl much of the time,
I want her to learn about others like her. Putting her in school seemed a great
way to go about it. Plus, fourteen was THE WORST year of my life. I thought
putting Laylea through it would give me a do-over.
Excerpt from Shifter School:
the city?” The rich kid, Oscar Luke, stared after Morioka’s departing car.
Chicago.” KC peered down into the dark hole beneath them.
figure Morioka had screamed at. She could have sworn it was Kyle.
it’s just her.”
her, not kindly. “There’s no such thing as demons.”
couldn’t exactly tell him the tiny black figure in the sky was a vampire bat.
anyway. He poked KC. “Go on. You’re the one who wants to be here. You scared?”
Instead, she stepped onto the first stair. Laylea followed close on her heels.
They’d only descended three steps when Oscar caught up.
when Laylea glanced up at him.
Didn’t they know the word wyrdos? “People like us. This is a prison for us.”
were a prison, do you think the dragon would have just let us decide for
ourselves if we wanted to come down?”
hands out to hold on to the walls. KC cried out and flailed. There was no wall
on the far side. Laylea and Oscar both grabbed for her and caught parts of her
enormous backpack. They held her steady as the entrance swung closed above
them, leaving the three in near perfect darkness. Oscar was the first to start
have to scrape you off the floor.”
panther. I can see well enough. Would you like to hold my hand?”
stumbled forward to take him up on it before he moved too far out of sight.
“Come on, KC. Just until our eyes adjust.”
other on the wall.
them off, but he moved slowly and his hand felt just as clammy as Laylea’s
entire body. The blackness didn’t seem to be getting any thinner as they
descended. She felt her heart in her stomach and while she tried not to fall,
she also focused on staying in girl form. She had to stay human.
pressed to shifter prison?”
Junior’s blood spiked through her senses. “I almost killed someone.”
The Office. “I’m here because I shifted in front of thumpers.”
meant little to them but shifting in front of thumpers shocked them. Laylea
hurried to turn the conversation away from herself.
admitted. “But my daddy is rich, so I get to come here.”
felt his hand grow a little warm in hers when she asked this.
yellow glow bounced along far below them. She sped up.
dungeon?” Oscar teased.
him. This is a school. They wouldn’t put us in a dungeon at a school.”
light, Oscar hadn’t let go of her and he wasn’t shaking KC’s hand off his
shoulder. None of this seemed exactly right, but at least she wasn’t
heading into it alone.
you had to whisper a password, go through a secret lion door, and descend a
deadly stairway to get there.”
tests,” Oscar whispered.
What exciting story are you working on
now, I’m working on WereHuman – The
Warrior’s Son, sequel to WereHuman –
The Witch’s Daughter, which introduced Laylea. While Laylea and her brother
have moved to Chicago, their parents are gathering forces to fight the
Consortium so the whole family will be safe. Their friend Jay and Laylea’s
brother join the team.
can be hell. Torture can be hell. But nothing's worse than the hell
you carry around in your own mind.
survivor, Jay Doe, lives alone in the mountains. Abandoned shapeshifting
dog, Bayard, lives surrounded by firefighters. They're both hiding from
the Consortium. They're both about to be found. And the Consortium doesn't
take prisoners. They take volunteers for the Biomedical Team to play with. If
Jay and Bayard want to survive, they're going to have to learn to trust each
other. They're going to have to learn to trust themselves. And they're going to
have to escape from hell.
always written stories. In 6th grade my teacher told me if I wrote a
play, the class would perform it. When I wrote The Freedom Monorail, he had to renege. (Sidney Fenn elementary in
Northern Ohio just wasn’t ready, I guess.) But the first time I really felt
like a writer was when a sketch I wrote was put into the show at Boom Chicago.
It’s one thing to improvise and get a laugh. It’s a whole new level of
incredible to hear other people get a laugh on lines you wrote for them.
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?
write more than full-time. I also narrate audiobooks and give tours at
Universal Studios. I try to start every day with writing. I get up, write for a
couple of hours, and then go for a run, walk the dog, eat breakfast, answer
email. I’ll write again for a few hours and then head up to my Sound Cave to
read other people’s books for a couple of hours. I’ll edit and work on
marketing in the evenings. And on nights when my partner goes to watch Survivor or Walking Dead at our friends’ place, I’ll write some more. This is the
plan. I never manage to follow the plan.
days I work at Universal Studios, it’s easier to stick to the plan. I get up
extra early, write until I have to leave. Then, between tours, I’ll answer
emails and work on marketing. After my tours, I’ll take a notebook and hide
inside whatever historic set isn’t being used that day and write for an hour or
so. When the sun goes down, I head home and try to get some narration in.
What would you say is your interesting
a performer first. So, when I sit down to write, I open up Scrivener and set my
water close to hand. I might light a candle. I put headphones on and get
brain.fm jamming on Thunder Focus sounds. Then I will shut my eyes and envision
myself backstage at a 99-seat theater. I smell the fresh sawdust and
still-drying paint. It’s a little chilly in the dark wings. I hear the audience
rustling. The Stage Manager calls places. The house lights dim and the crowd
settles. Then I walk onstage. I see the scene set before me, my characters in
their places. The klieg lights flood the stage. And I start writing.
As a child, what did you want to be when
you grew up?
wanted to be a writer and an actor. Now, I am a writer and an actor. I don’t
think my mother ever believed it would happen. I don’t think she wanted it to
happen. But after she came to see me perform at Boom Chicago in Amsterdam, she
was given a seat upgrade on the flight home because the gate attendants were
fans. She’s been okay with it since.
Anything additional you want to share
with the readers?
I don’t think readers realize the power of their reviews. Sure, they help sell
books which permits me the great honor of continuing to write. Sure, they pick
me up on days when the words aren’t coming. But, my reviews are where I go when
I’m deciding what to write next, when I need a character name, or when I just can’t with writing an ad. My twin
sister isn’t a performer. But she is THE best laugher for press night openings.
She isn’t a writer. But she reads like books are oxygen. I know I’m only half
of the equation. Your reviews remind me of that. Thank you.
Thank you for being a guest on my blog!
you for the fun questions!