Ask the Author: Cassandra Morphy
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Cassandra Morphy
This is a hard question, of course. How could I possibly choose just one, with so many to choose from. Not to be overly narsicistic but, I'd probably have to choose one of my own. I have plans to come out with an advanced future sci-fi series in a few years, based in the time depicted in one of the short stories from Missing Mars. Most advance time sci-fi worlds seem to gloss over certain issues that seem to be rather dominate in our own, like the world's reaction to the LGBT community. The first book, currently named No One Can Hear You Moan, addresses certain reactions that seem almost ingrained in our society, especially in more rural areas, like one would find on small colony planets throughout the galaxy. I like the idea of living in the future, traveling the stars and having solutions to problems that don't seem to have one now, but one that doesn't just ignore everything that makes us human.
Well, I guess Star Wars is a close second.
Well, I guess Star Wars is a close second.
Cassandra Morphy
I don't generally have a summer reading list, just a general one. Currently, I'm working my way through the Pretty Little Liars books.
Cassandra Morphy
Any story can make a good book, given enough depth and context to draw in the reader:
My neighbor seemed oblivious to my sidelong stare as she continued to do her work. It was almost like she was making a concerted effort not to meet my gaze. Her face was locked on the cold dead screen in front of her. But I knew that she knew I was there, that she knew what she had done and why it infuriated me so. Hadn't I just been talking to her about this last week?
I know I have my quirks, much more so than most other office workers, but it helped with my work. My attention to detail made it so that no discrepancy passed by me, no data out of place gets sent onward to the higher ups. Though, when it came to my personal life, when it came to me being social, it only ever seemed to get in the way. No one ever seemed to see the world like I did, so I tended to keep my silence about certain things. However, that only gave them time to seethe beneath the surface, ever letting them bubble up until they burst forth in a wave of anger and rage that the world had never seen before. I don't get angry often, at least not to the outside world, but when I do, the Hulk has nothing on me.
My neighbor gets up again, heading for the bathroom, or perhaps just escaping the scene of the crime. My work goes unnoticed as I glare at the source of my anger, the source of my loathing. No one else seemed to notice or care about the discrepancy, no one but me, yet it stuck out like a sore thumb to me, a white hot fire that burned in the forefront of my mind, never to give me the respite I need to do my job, to find the peace of mind needed to be at my best.
When she comes back, I'll ask her, I'll confront her about the issue. I won't go overboard, I won't let my anger get the better of me. Because what would people say when they read in the newspaper the next day "Woman goes crazy over someone moving her trash can"?
My neighbor seemed oblivious to my sidelong stare as she continued to do her work. It was almost like she was making a concerted effort not to meet my gaze. Her face was locked on the cold dead screen in front of her. But I knew that she knew I was there, that she knew what she had done and why it infuriated me so. Hadn't I just been talking to her about this last week?
I know I have my quirks, much more so than most other office workers, but it helped with my work. My attention to detail made it so that no discrepancy passed by me, no data out of place gets sent onward to the higher ups. Though, when it came to my personal life, when it came to me being social, it only ever seemed to get in the way. No one ever seemed to see the world like I did, so I tended to keep my silence about certain things. However, that only gave them time to seethe beneath the surface, ever letting them bubble up until they burst forth in a wave of anger and rage that the world had never seen before. I don't get angry often, at least not to the outside world, but when I do, the Hulk has nothing on me.
My neighbor gets up again, heading for the bathroom, or perhaps just escaping the scene of the crime. My work goes unnoticed as I glare at the source of my anger, the source of my loathing. No one else seemed to notice or care about the discrepancy, no one but me, yet it stuck out like a sore thumb to me, a white hot fire that burned in the forefront of my mind, never to give me the respite I need to do my job, to find the peace of mind needed to be at my best.
When she comes back, I'll ask her, I'll confront her about the issue. I won't go overboard, I won't let my anger get the better of me. Because what would people say when they read in the newspaper the next day "Woman goes crazy over someone moving her trash can"?
Cassandra Morphy
My favorite fictional relationship would have to be Karmy from Faking It. They started out as the best of best friends, their love growing gradually over time before it bubbled over into something real and powerful. Besides, I've always had a weakness for fake relationships that became real. And, yes, I know they didn't get together in the end (because MTV canceled the show before they could), but Karma's love, and more than a love for her friend, was palpable from season 2 on.
My second favorite fictional relationship, and favorite that's in a book, would be Ezria from Pretty Little Liars. It started out innocent, despite the age difference that wouldn't have mattered in a couple years, and only became something wrong when the school year started. It was the kind of love that won out even when those that felt it were fighting against it and seemed the most stable relationship in the bunch some of the time.
My second favorite fictional relationship, and favorite that's in a book, would be Ezria from Pretty Little Liars. It started out innocent, despite the age difference that wouldn't have mattered in a couple years, and only became something wrong when the school year started. It was the kind of love that won out even when those that felt it were fighting against it and seemed the most stable relationship in the bunch some of the time.
Cassandra Morphy
A set schedule and a bottomless pit of ideas I want to get out.
Cassandra Morphy
All my ideas come to me in my everyday life. I steal from everything, my mind just jumbles everything up until its new. It's weird when ideas pop seemingly out of nowhere into my head.
Cassandra Morphy
Seeing the random thoughts that flit through my head come to life.
Cassandra Morphy
Run. Run away. Don't look back. If you still want to write, don't self publish unless you have the time and money to invest in a decent editor and publicist.
Cassandra Morphy
What's writers block? I just stare at the screen until the story reveals itself to me.
Cassandra Morphy
I call the project "Mind Over Reality", though the final title won't be that. It's about what happens when your imaginary world turns out to be a little too real.
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