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Kristen Ashley’s Chat with A Fictional Character

The scene: Kit’s office. 9:56 a.m. Kit at desk. Kit’s cat, CeeCee, curled into a ball, sleeping in the corner. Kit is innocently tapping away at her keyboard.

Tex: Yo!

[Kit jumps and twists around in her chair to see the mammoth man with his crazy hair, crazy beard and even crazier eyes stomping into her small office. He’s wearing a flannel shirt even though it’s warm in England. He’s also wearing jeans and boots. He looks pissed. And Kit’s a little concerned because he doesn’t exactly exist.]

Kit: Uh, hey Tex.

Tex: It’s nearly ten in the mornin’, girl, what you still doin’ in your nightgown?

Kit: I work at home and I have a rule. I don’t get dressed until after my third cup of coffee. I’m on coffee two. [pause as Kit examines Tex’s empty, meaty mitts] You came all this way and didn’t bring me a latte from Fortnum’s?

Tex: Woman, it’s, at least, a thirteen hour trip. A latte don’t go that far.

Kit: Dude, you’re fictional. You can beam here and bring me a freakin’ latte.

Tex: I come all this way and you give me lip?

Kit [shrugging]: I’m me.

Tex [sitting on Kit’s futon which groans ominously]: Jesus Jones.

[At this point, CeeCee, who tolerates Kit mainly because her lap is warm and her body curled in bed makes a good sleeping place but other than that has no time for any human being, gets up, stretches, walks to Tex, jumps in his big lap and starts purring loudly.]

Kit: Whoa, he likes you.

Tex [scratching CeeCee behind the ears with his long, sturdy fingers]: ‘Course he does.

Kit: No, I mean, he doesn’t like anyone.

Tex: I’m not anyone.

Kit [muttering]: This is true on variety of levels. [then, louder] What are you doing here?

Tex: Ally sent me. She’s pissed. She’s not gettin’ herself some. Seriously, the girl needs to get laid. Total attitude. Help us all out. Give that girl some action.

Kit: I’m busy, Tex. I have, like, four books to write before I get to her and Ren.

Tex: Is this my problem?

Kit: It sounds like it is.

Tex: No, it’s your problem. My problem is I got a Rock Chick who isn’t gettin’ the business regular and I gotta deal with her sass. I get enough sass on a daily basis from that pack ‘a hens. But Ally’s sass is a whole different brand ‘a sass. And Ally not gettin’ laid by a badass good, proper and regular is a whole different brand ‘a sass. It’s reachin’ critical proportions. Fortnum’s is gonna blow. Even Indy can’t calm her ass down.

Kit: I’ll do what I can but, just to point out, it doesn’t help for you to show unannounced, without a latte, I will add, and interrupt me working. I’ll never get to Ally and Ren if I’m having conversations with fictional characters.

Tex: This is not my problem either. I’m just tellin’ you to get the lead out.

Kit: Right, I’ll get on that, uh… as soon as you leave.

Tex: No need to be rude about it.

Kit: Do I have to remind you again that you didn’t bring me a latte?

Tex: Jesus Jones, woman, all right, all right, next time, I’ll bring a latte.

Kit: No, next time, bring Lee. Or Eddie. No, Luke. Luke would be good. Bring him.

Tex [raising brows]: Anything else?

Kit: Daisy and Shirleen. I miss Daisy and Shirleen. And Tod and Stevie. And some of Jet’s brownies. Oh! And some cashews.

Tex: How you gonna get any work done with that crew here? It’ll be all about margaritas, calorie consumption and girl talk.

Kit [ignoring Tex]: And don’t forget to tell Tod to bring his diva wardrobe. And shoes. I feel a fashion show coming on.

Tex [muttering]: Shee-it.

Kit [thinly veiling her hint]: Since you’re not leaving, I bought a bottle of vanilla syrup from the coffee house this weekend and I have an espresso maker.

Tex: Let me get this straight, I take a break, come to England to get your ass in gear and you put me to work?

Kit: That’s about it.

Tex: So, I make you this latte, you gonna do that?

Kit [nodding]: Yes, after I workout. And, um… do the ironing. And, uh, after I recycle.

Tex: Then you gonna get to work?

Kit [still nodding]: Absolutely.

Tex [now nodding, standing and gently cradling CeeCee in his arms, muttering]: I’ll get you that latte, girl.

Kit [softly]: Thanks.

Tex [also softly]: Anytime, darlin’.

[Tex walks out but when he’s on the landing, Kit calls to him.]

Kit: Uh, Tex?

[Tex turns.]

Tex: Yeah, darlin’?

Kit [quietly]: Love you.

[Tex walks into the office, puts his big, beefy hand to the top of Kit’s head but doesn’t lose contact with her eyes.]

Tex [quietly back]: Love you too, Kitty Kit.

[Tex takes his hand from Kit’s head and walks downstairs to make a fictional latte. Kit turns her eyes to the floor and sees CeeCee who hadn’t really moved from his kitty ball in the corner. He’s sleeping. Kit sighs, looks back to her computer and gets to work.]
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Published on May 28, 2012 02:41 • 1,117 views • Tags: kristen-ashley, rock-chick, tex
Some spoilers in here so if you haven’t read the books, beware!

1) Neither Eddie nor Hank were meant to get a book. Both of them were secondary characters when I started to write Rock Chick. Hank started pulling at me early (as in, while writing Chapter 1). But Eddie was a different story. The minute he came to me, sitting outside Paris on the Platte, so strong in my head, the sun shining on his lusciousness, I fell in love.

In fact, I fell so in love that when Indy and Eddie were at Walgreen’s, I quit writing Rock Chick and started writing Rock Chick Rescue. Then I fell so in love with Hank, I wrote Rock Chick Redemption. And during that, I fell so in love with Vance that I went on to write Rock Chick Renegade. And then, no joke, I kept going with Luke.

I actually didn’t finish Indy and Lee until after writing Revenge.

2) When I was in Denver, I owned Indy’s duplex and rented Ava’s row house and Jules’s apartment (with the weird bed loft that was totally awesome). Lee’s condo was based on some friends of mine’s condo in Governor’s Park. Ren’s house is also a friend of mine’s in Cheesman Park. Same with Hank’s House in Bonnie Brae and Eddie’s house in Platte Park. Another friend of mine owned a mansion she was fixing up with her partner, and she rented space in it, and one of those spaces was an awful lot like where Stella lived. Hector lives in a house just like the home of a guy friend of mine in the Highland’s. Writing thus, I got to be places I loved with people I loved, which was the whole point of the Rock Chick Series.

3) While I was writing the Rock Chick Series, I would send my chapters to my friends Cat and Dena and my uncle Will. I was at the part in Reckoning when Mace and Stella are shot at on the stage. I’d just finished writing that chapter when both of them went down, sent it off to Cat, Dena and Will and I stopped to take a bath. In the bath, Sadie from Regret came to me, full-fledged, history and all that had happened to her.

I burst out crying, big, wet, slobbery tears and pulled myself from the bath. I toweled off, threw on some clothes and sat down at my computer as soon as I could, writing Sadie and Hector, and I was a woman obsessed.

See, when Eddie talks to Jet about his fears that her pathological shyness has to do with her maybe being raped, I knew that his brother would face that atrocity with his woman. So Sadie had been playing at the back of my head for three and a half books. In the bath, it was her time to come out but what happened to her, the life she lived was so awful, I was desperate to get her to her happily ever after.

I was in seventh heaven writing Sadie and Hector. But Cat, Dena and Will were not. They were back with Stella and Mace on the stage and had to wait ages for me to get back to them to let them know all was well. And it took longer than them waiting for just one book, for, I fear, I may have written some other books in the meantime too. I’m flighty that way.

4) I had a cat just like Jules’s cat, Boo. His name was Cedric. He was the best cat in the world. He died in my car after having surgery to remove a tumor at a vet who didn’t have the capacity to monitor an animal 24/7 (which the man should have told me in the first freaking place). I was rushing him to the emergency vet hospital, which was half an hour away, hoping and praying he’d make it.

When Cedric passed, I actually felt his beauty leave my car. I knew the instant he took his last kitty breath in his carrier on my back seat.

It’s been years, but to this day, I miss his pride, his affection, his stubbornness, his kitty conversations and his company.

But I love it that I get to visit him when I read Renegade.

5) Tex is a real person. So is Mr. Kumar. And I used to hang with my “Mr. Kumar” in his corner shop. Both of them were the bomb.

6) While immersed in the Rock Chick World, for research purposes, I asked my crazy friend, Frank, to take me to a gun shop. He did and we pored over display case after display case of guns, knives, brass knuckles, batons, mace delivery systems and then some. The place was fascinating, if not the vibe of my usual shopping extravaganzas – including the fact that it was absolutely not, in any way, designed for a woman to shop there. It wasn’t men only but the look, feel, smell and calendar content said this was a place fit for a dude. It…was…awesome.

Thus, Zip’s Gun Emporium was born.

7) On occasion, when the mood struck us, my real life Tod and Stevie (my neighbors when I lived in Indy’s duplex), would have dress up nights. This being Tod and Stevie dressing me up in Tod’s drag queen gowns. We actually have pictorial evidence on my website of such an occasion when I was home from England and visiting them. I also borrowed Tod’s shoes. And we played Yahtzee (the Deluxe edition) with Freixenet so frequently, I’m not sure the game was ever put away.

Oh, and Chowleena was also real. Her name was Vail. And she had attitude. I doted on her and looked after her when Tod and Stevie were on flights. Vail and I used to take walks and people would stop me to pet her (she hated this; she wanted to walk and sniff, not be pet). Vail also had an unusual hairstyle, just like Chowleena. One dude stopped me and hooted, “That dog is wearing chaps!” He wasn’t wrong. She looked just like she was wearing chaps.

She also, alas, is no longer with us. But like Cedric/Boo, I get her back whenever I’m with the Rock Chicks.

8) I wear the perfume Roxie wears, the silver Ava wears and I have an “I do my own stunts” t-shirt – my most favorite tee in a vast collection.

9) The original manuscripts for the Rock Chicks included all the lyrics to the songs intermingled with the action, most notably practically everything Stella sang in Reckoning and Jet and her dad singing “Jet” at varying times in Rescue. I can’t publish lyrics without the permission of the artist so I had to rewrite anything with lyrics in it. Which sucked. They were much better scenes originally.

10) My mother was a letter writer. She hated the phone. She wrote letters all the time.

Her last letter to me before she died was right after she read Rock Chick. She loved it but said, “Kiki, did you have to have so much sex and use so many curse words?” Alas, I never got to answer those questions.

The last line said, “I hope you find your Lee.”

That was the last thing my mother ever “said” to me. And that’s probably why Lee will always be my favorite. Because my momma wanted him for me.
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Published on August 06, 2013 07:26 • 21,940 views • Tags: ally, ava, eddie, hank, hector, indy, jet, jules, kristen-ashley, lee, luke, mace, ren, rock-chicks, roxie, sadie, stella, tex, vance