She is an absolute delight to talk to - upbeat, positive, witty and fun, and for a music beast like your second favourite Wizard, meeting someone as passionate about music as I am was always going to be something to savour.
I've read two of her pieces and there is no doubt she can write - crisp, clean, linear, unfussy prose that airport thriller readers and fans of, er, the saucy side of the industry would devour in a couple of sittings. She's a natural for the spinner racks.
Throw a stick in any direction somewhere in Toronto and you'll hit a cool coffee shop full of artists and the bijou...and that's where I found Eden. Here's what she had to say.
Tell Wizardwatchers a bit about yourself, Eden?
Firstly, I want to thank you for having me on your blog, Mr. Wizard. It’s a real pleasure to be here.
The pleasure is all mine.
As for myself … hmm … I’m a former banker. At the time I left, which was almost twenty years after I first started, I was developing fraud programs to catch bad guys. It was exciting and I made a living at it, but it wasn’t my passion, so I quit the job and have been writing full-time since January 2010.
Whereabouts are you from?
I was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, so I’m French Canadian though I’ve been living in Toronto now for the majority of my life.
Toronto is the most populated city in Canada and is extremely diverse. That’s one of the things I love most about it.
Was becoming a full time writer a good decision? Do you regret it? What life changes have you noticed?
GREAT decision. I don’t regret it for one second. I knew it would not be easy, and I had realistic goals that did not involve becoming rich and famous. Sorry to break the news to any aspiring writers who think becoming an author is a license to print money!
It’s a cliché, but writing and putting out good work is not a sprint, it’s a marathon—one that lasts a lifetime. For me, it’s work I love, so the hours I put into it fly by and are worth it.
I believe happiness in life accounts for much of my well-being. I had cancer in my thirties and didn’t think I would live to see forty.
When I made the decision to get out of banking to pursue writing, it was after a long period of soul-searching and emotional upheaval. Much of it revolved around my own unhappiness with what I was doing at the time.
I don’t believe in regretting things I’ve done. I make peace with a situation and move on. Regrets are more for things we choose NOT to do, for whatever reason. This won’t be the case with me for writing anyway.
Tell us about your latest work.
I released my latest work July 31, 2015, my second novella for the Lei Crime Series of Kindle Worlds.
Here is a summary of SEAL of a Monk:
The ancient jungles of Kauai provide the perfect setting for self-discovery.
Despite the terror she experienced on her last trip, Lainey Lee returns to Hawaii to manage a silent meditation course on the Coconut Coast.
Twenty-five women are under her care for ten days in a beautiful and remote location. Lainey expects to find inner peace, but four days into the course, one of the meditators disappears without a trace.
Did the girl leave of her own free will, or was she lured away by a strange cult? Lainey is frantic to answer these questions. As her desperation grows, she finds help from an unexpected source—a retired Navy SEAL named Maximillian Scott.
Now, Lainey has two mysteries to solve: what happened to the missing girl and the case of her own heart. Can she ever trust a man again?
For those unfamiliar with Kindle Worlds, it’s a new arm of Amazon where writers can develop stories within an established world of known characters.
Kindle Worlds Explained
The Lei Crime Series is based on the books of best-selling author, Toby Neal. They take place in Hawaii. I’ve developed my own character named Lainey Lee for the series. She’s a feisty divorcée who travels to Hawaii and encounters mystery, suspense, and romance.
Can we have an extract?
Day one in the
woods.
Late
afternoon.
Heavy
footsteps and shouting faded behind her sometime ago, but she kept up the
grueling pace. The forest fell silent except for the thrumming in her ears as
her legs pounded the ground. Every time she tripped on vines or underbrush, she
scrambled up and kept running. Her shoes sank into the damp earth, jagged edges
where erosion had split the soil like decaying flesh. The terrain changed
quickly and often. No time to adjust her speed. She dared not look behind her.
Distance
offered safety.
Tenderness in
her right ankle worried her, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins kept
her going. Fear trumped logic that told her she had to stop.
Snapping twigs
and shoving branches out of the way, her peripheral vision blurred while her
surroundings flew by. She blinked back tears and her face stung. Several
minutes later, her legs turned to stone pillars. Her lungs were on fire. On the
verge of collapse, she slowed down but swerved abruptly to avoid running into a
low-hanging branch.
A dry gasp
forced out a sudden, sharp cough when she stopped. She clamped her hands over
her mouth while the sound echoed like an explosion around her. A flurry of
activity hit her senses. Her own heartbeat thumped in her head along with a
cacophony above her. She glared up at an open patch of sky to see a flock of
yellow birds funnel upward like a tornado. They chirped loudly in unison as if
admonishing her for destroying their peace.
She struggled
to regain her breath, rolled her aching shoulders to expand her lungs. Ahh …
she forgot about the fifty-pound weight on her back. She released the hip belt
and dropped the pack to the ground. Relief. While running, she considered
unbuckling the sack and discarding it. Crazed as she was at the time, she
couldn’t do it. It would’ve been suicide.
Squatted
beside her bag, her almond-shaped eyes flittered back and forth for any
movement nearby. Scampering sounds came from behind trees like kids playing
hide-and-seek. Were they small animals? Or large ones? Every strange noise
alerted her to danger, and there were so many she had never heard.
Crouched down,
a different perspective met her view, all of it foreign to her—dense, tropical
forest with no clear path, no posted signs. The boughs of conifers loomed over
her like giant arms. Were they pines? She couldn’t be sure, never paid much
attention to plant life in the city.
She was in
deep trouble.
What is your personal favourite creation?
Wow, this is like choosing a favourite child. Not easy. And I don’t even have kids.
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I think I’m most proud of my novel, Stranger at Sunset, which is the first of a trilogy with my protagonist, Dr. Kate Hampton.
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It’s also the first full-length novel I’ve written. That in itself was not easy for me, as I’m a writer of flash fiction and novellas primarily.
Going from a maximum of 30K words prior to writing Stranger at Sunset to 70K was tough as hell.
I’m an economical writer, not particularly verbose in either writing or speech. The discipline to write a novel is different than short pieces. My brain hurt at the end of it, like it had been rewired.
It was completely worth the pain, though.
Stranger at Sunset takes place in Jamaica at a resort next to Goldeneye, which was once owned by Ian Fleming of James Bond fame.
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| Goldeneye - Ian Fleming's old residence |
I think your readers might enjoy it, and it’s on sale for the summer at 99 cents. It’s a sexy, psychological mystery/thriller.
Now you are a pro, does the need to make money to survive transcend the need to write “artistic” or uncommercial work?
I don’t believe the two are mutually exclusive, but I do understand the question. Ultimately, I don’t chase a trend.
The truth is, trends come and go, and I need to be true to myself otherwise my writing will not ring true. Readers are intelligent, and they know an author’s voice once they get used to it. It’s not to say that one cannot change a style of writing, but if I were to suddenly write zombie stories – it would be the most sad-ass excuse for fiction ever. It’s not something I have interest in, though it’s extremely popular and commercial right now.
My writing is steeped in reality and the motivations of people – sometimes these motivations are dark, sometimes they’re sexual, and sometimes they are both.
With these elements as my foundation, I’ve written erotica, romance, thriller, mystery and suspense. These genres suit what I enjoy reading and writing.
Speaking of erotica, you were known as an erotica writer when you started. With your latest are you moving away from that genre towards the mainstream?
I don’t consider erotica ‘out of the mainstream,’ but it has its challenges. I’ve been reading good erotica since I was eleven. Story of O was my introduction.
I read the classics, and my definition of erotic writing is not “insert body part A into body part B, with ooh-ing and ahh-ing in between.” An erotic story happens long before the sexual act and the orgasm.
I loved writing erotica. It goes back to the motivations of people I spoke of earlier. I wanted to explore why two or more people may want to connect. The foreplay leading up to the sex is so much more important and arousing than the sex. I’m not particularly great at writing sex. What interests me happens before and after it.
I will not say I’m never writing erotica again, but I always had a feeling it would run its course. I’ve loved mysteries and suspense novels with an erotic slant, so this seemed like the natural progression for me.
What’s your favourite a) book b) film c) CD/band
Oh god, so hard to choose! So I’m giving 3 for each ok? Pretty please. **BIG toothy smile**
Oh, go on then!
The Magus by John Fowles
The Shadow of the Wind
Ham on Rye
Straw Dogs
Midnight Cowboy
Godfather 1 and 2
Van Morrison’s Into the Mystic CD
Pink Floyd
and Eric Clapton
You are a big music fan. Have you seen any decent bands lately?
Yes! I just saw Peter Frampton for the first time. I’ve loved him since I was a kid.
He played with Cheap Trick in Toronto recently. I was familiar with all the music, and Frampton was (swoon) breathlessly good. I cried.
You can read all about my experience at the concert on my blog:
http://edenbaylee.com/2015/08/06/rocker-peterframpton-made-me-laugh-and-sing-and-cry-at-his-concert-music/
I write about music every Monday. It’s one of the great pleasures of life for me to share music that I love. In many ways, it helps me rediscover an artist or a song all over again.
You can read all my music posts here too: http://edenbaylee.com/category/musical-mondays/
It’s a great way to start off the week for me!
Who is your hero/heroine? Invite them for dinner – what would you eat?
Wow. What a question!
I would have loved to meet Charles Bukowski, only because he was such a surly old bugger.
I’d cook — something East Indian and spicy, basmati rice, a side of saag paneer and garlic naan, red wine.
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| The Laguna in Nottingham - one of the best Indians in the UK, and stubbornly lacking in pretension. Eden and Buk would love it here (Ed). |
What next for Eden Baylee?
I’m enjoying the summer because it is much too short. I’m also working on book 2 of my trilogy. It follows Stranger at Sunset and it’s called A Fragile Truce, which funny enough, was a title I nabbed from a Rolling Stone cover in reference to The Police.
I NEVER have a title to a book before I finish it, but somehow this one jumped out at me right after I completed the first book...Karma!! … so I’m rolling with it ha ha.
Eden, thanks for coming. It's been a pleasure and I wish you and your readers all the best for the coming year and beyond.Thanks again Mr. Wizard for having me around the Cauldron So appreciate it.
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