Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Please welcome Stacey Bryan, author of Day for Night.
Stacey was raised in the San Fernando Valley but born in San Francisco, where she left part of her heart. She received a BA in English from UCLA, studying under world-renowned Irish journalist and novelist Brian Moore. Her work has appeared in several literary magazines in New York and L.A., including Ginosko and The Rag. She is currently working on various short stories and the sequel to her novel Day for Night. She lives in “beautiful downtown Burbank,” as Johnny Carson used to say, with her husband who is also a writer.
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Would You Rather…
with Stacey E. Bryan
Chips, chocolate or cheese?
Chocolate and cheese are great but too rich. I could shove chips into my mouth for weeks straight and not realize what I was doing until I keeled over from high blood pressure.
Bridget Jones, Becky Bloomwood or Carrie Bradshaw?
Carrie Bradshaw of course; she writes for a living! And who’s going to say no to Chris Noth and Baryshnikov types for a roll in the hay?
Wine, beer or vodka?
Beer. In fact, I’d love to go back in time and pop a few with the ancient Egyptians, one of the first civilizations to invent beer, try out their home brew.
Camping or spa vacation?
A combination. Camping with flush toilets and a massage.
P.S.: I almost died hiking to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Okay, I’m exaggerating. But I became extremely dehydrated and could barely walk.
Water or mountains?
Water, preferably the beach. I often imagine myself like the French Lieutenant’s Woman, standing on the freezing shore in a cape with the wind blowing my hair around in cinematically attractive ways.
Zombies or vampires?
Vampires, because you can reason with them. Before you can get the first, “Please, don’t—“ out of your mouth to a zombie, it’ll already be munching on your intestines like it’s a free spaghetti dinner.
Dogs or cats?
Cats. Except I’m sort of a traitor because I only like cats that act like dogs. What’s the point of an animal that ignores your existence?
Coke or Pepsi?
Coke. No hint of flatness. With a super fierce bite.
Coffee or tea?
Coffee. Periodically the news announces that coffee causes cancer, then conversely a year later they’ll say coffee can help fight cancer. I drink it during all of its stages, good and bad.
Dine out or take away?
I prefer eating a pizza on the sofa while binge watching “Breaking Bad” and considering the merits of having an underground meth lab.
High heels, sneakers or flip flops?
I broke my toe when I was 13, so I can’t wear many high heels. Sneakers are comfy but I loathe socks. So flip-flops inhabit my Goldilocks zone. I even wear them to work.
Physical Book or ebook?
I used to go to the library every other weekend, then my husband bought me a kindle for my birthday, and I haven’t been to the library in two years!
Paperback or Hardcover?
Just out of sheer laziness, paperbacks because they’re lighter.
Pen or pencil?
Pen. Pencil is too light and tends to rub off. Pencil is for fourth graders!
Mad Men, Downton Abbey or Breaking Bad?
Well, I’ve already answered this one, haven’t I?
Drama or comedy?
Considering the logo of my website is “laughter over tears”, I’ll say comedy. I need endorphins like I need air.
Twilight or Hunger Games?
Only saw the first Twilight movie, couple Hunger Games, but I have to go with Twilight because it’s paranormal. Hunger Games could actually happen, so it’s too depressing to think about.
Lipstick, lipgloss or chapstick?
Cherry flavored chapstick does the trick. I was a tomboy growing up. It’s why I broke my toe and can’t wear high heels.
Facebook or Twiter?
I don’t twat much, as Kathy Griffin says, so I’d have to say Facebook. I’ve got to admit the concept of Twitter confuses the hell out of me.
Plot your entire novel or fly by the seat of your pants?
Plotted it out chapter by chapter, but each chapter itself was kinda “loose” on all the details. So even though I jumped out of the plane without a chute on, I made sure 200 firemen and rescue workers were waiting below to catch me on a giant life net.
Day for Night
When reality TV star Rae Miller is kicked unceremoniously to the curb by her back-stabbing cast mates, she quickly realizes that revenge fantasies and unemployment are the least of her problems after she witnesses an alien abduction in broad daylight. Worse, after escaping a terrifying almost-abduction herself, Rae succumbs to a sexy Nosferatu’s silky assurances, becoming undead in order to up her alien Ultimate Fighting skills. But even being supernatural can only get her so far. She still needs a job and going back to school wouldn’t be the worst idea ever. And once she figures out why her long-time college friend Rex refuses to have sex with her, she realizes her true nemesis is time. Life is hard as a 38-to-40-something aspiring actress in L.A. Thank God for Jack Daniel’s and denial.