Friday, April 10, 2015

D. A. Karr ~ an interview and her novel LINK

D.A. Karr


BIO – 
D.A. Karr has been writing books and screenplays for the last ten years. Her experience and employment includes firefighting in the U.S. Forest Service, law enforcement, IT engineering, and several years with the Space and Naval Warfare Systems Center San Diego (SSC San Diego). She has a Master’s in software engineering.
D.A. Karr enjoys writing in a variety of genres including sci-fi, thriller-mystery, historical fiction, and screenplays.  She is the author of several books including Link, The Legend of Pendyne, and The Racehorse with Magic Shoes

Q: How would you describe yourself as a color? Think personality here. Are you a light and airy pastel person, or more of a deep, dark, sultry and mysterious color?
A: I am purple, sometimes light lavender; sometimes a dark bluish.

Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Morning, 4am at dawn.

Q: When you think of a garden, do you picture vegetables or flowers?
A:  Flowers. I bloom and am a delight to the eye.

Q: How do you feel about exercise?
A: It’s a necessity. Once you get going it becomes the means to an end.


Q: When did you start writing and why?
A: I write technical documents all day long. About ten years ago, I decided to start fiction writing on my own time as an outlet to the static drudgery of the IT business. My first pilot book, “The Racehorse with Magic Shoes”, was based off a Thoughbred horse I owned, who loved to jump on his own. He was such a clown.

Q: How did you come to write your genera of choice?
A: I don’t really have a specific genre. I have a liking for mystery/thriller. I like twists and turns. 

Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?
A: Storyboarding. Flow.

Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A: Having a conversation with the characters.

Q; Now your least favorite part?
A:  Having to change something for marketing because it won’t sell.


Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: I recently released LINK, a sci-fi thriller set in the year 2800, in a future apocalyptic world. It is suspenseful, intriguing, and action filled. Tom Clancy and Clive Cussler fans will enjoy reading this book.

Reviewed by Readers’ Favorite:

LINK is the bi-product of what was once a screenplay, edited over and over, now a novel and thrilling twist on the good versus evil battle.  Research was a key component to this book, it proved difficult to find weapon systems, swear words, names, abbreviations, places, and events that never existed.  This is a book for all that sci-fi readers in particular will really be thrilled to see. 

The main character, Captain John Garrick is a killer by nature. He was born to kill. And at the hands of Captain Orius Becker, he was used to finish off the criminal element in the N.S.T.E.A.

No amount of careful planning can prepare the time jumpers for the dangerous enemy that seems to predict their every move.  As the N.S.T.E.A seals a deal to deliver time technology to the notorious outlaw, Menser, Garrick plots to undermine the N.S.T.E.A. Technology becomes the enemy and time an illusion as Phoenix's crew prepares for the inevitable - a fight to the finish.  The future can be uncertain; then again, it could be the time jumpers last.  Garrick doesn't live by its rules, and he knows one thing is for sure: kill or be killed.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A:  Here they are:



Earth time 2799. Artic-Alaskan transport station, Ferris-1.

Ferris-1 wasn’t a metropolis by any means. The city resembled plastic mechanical animals on articulated legs, moving with the ice. Hundreds of these plastic barracks, housed thousands of people and scientists ready to transport off this timeline to another timeline. The city blended with the bleak landscape with only an occasional palm tree displayed in a lighted window to break up the monotony.

Since the meteor collision in Europe ten years ago when the Earth shifted on its axis, all the continents either divided into small islands or converged into what was left – either desert or ice. Ferris-1 was the later, frozen wilderness, desolate and lonely before time even existed.

The human population divided itself into two factions. One was the wealthy and the other was the leftovers who didn’t die. Such were colonies like Ferris-1, mainly for the rich or those with means who could afford the luxury of transporting off this ravaged timeline.

The other side of the world was desert and sand. The notorious criminal, Menser, funded by his second in command, Charles Ramsey, the ousted ex-president of the United Sectors, were much like the ice. Ice is dangerous, gouging and pushing with its own power, about like Menser. However, combined with Ramsey, it's a force to be reckoned with.

On this particular frozen day like any other day, Captain John Garrick stood by the barrack’s window in his office looking out onto the tarmac where several Class-2 Merlin warships were moored along “Battleship Row”. His youthful face and black hair gave him the appearance of a Grecian god as his sapphire blue eyes gleamed. He was a time enforcer, reassigned to Ferris-1 to take over the fleet.

He tapped his fingers on the frozen frosted glass while he watched two workers install the new National Space Time Enforcement Agency’s sign, a Phoenix embedded in a wreath with the message, “United and one.”

Excited like a small boy, he waited in anticipation for his precious ship, the N.S.T.E.A. Phoenix. I get a fleet and there’s nothing to do here but design ships. Wait until Phoenix gets back. Maybe find some cyborgs to use for target practice.

Dressed in white snow gear with their faces covered by breathing masks, the men raised the new sign for the station. Brushing the ice off, they examined it, dropping the posts into place. Then the red, white, and blue metal sign wobbled from side to side making the ferocious Phoenix resemble a swooping bird of prey. Collecting their tools, they slapped each other on the back, obviously satisfied with their work.

Garrick paced up and down waiting for the Phoenix to arrive. He was itching for a fight. He hadn’t seen action in a long time and it was in his blood to kill. He stared out the window at the Juneau, Salcha, and Angoon. They were smaller attack vessels, which could maneuver faster than Phoenix, but the old girl was massive and deadly. He should know. He designed her. He knew every inch of the Phoenix.

Glancing at the ice-covered tarmac, he designed a blast hanger in his head. Nothing else to do, to keep him from going stir crazy. Nevertheless, he knew he would have to build a wall to protect the smaller ships from attack since being in the open; they were sitting ducks, and the primary target of a full-scale assault.

His breath formed smoke rings on the frosted glass, “This base needs a lot of work. Needless to say, what I really need right now is a good fight.” His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a fireball appear in the sky.

Suddenly, the N.S.T.E.A. Phoenix dropped out of jump-bridge. Phoenix was the most powerful weapon in the universe, an assault weapon by nature, seemed invincible, but its size was her downfall. The Phoenix was much like him, flying and fighting was its strength.

Garrick walked out of his office onto the tarmac, only to be met by the whiteness of the Artic. He looked at the sky, which turned white, then blues, pinks, and greens. The wind stopped and it was dead calm. No birds, no animals, no sounds. He was uneasy when Phoenix sat down. He had a gut feeling he would get his wish.

Captain Orius Becker walked down the boarding ramp to meet him, “Hey Garrick, long time.” He extended his hand, “Brought the old girl back.”

Becker was a stately man in his N.S.T.E.A. black jumpsuit. His piercing black eyes could bore a hole in you from fifty feet away. With military running through his veins, Becker’s commanding personality gave him an edge where men would follow his orders with the snap of his fingers.

Garrick was edgy and irritated, “I’m itching to get back in the air.”

Becker’s eyes looked like a hawks’ as he glared at Garrick trying to read him, “I know what you mean, Garrick. I’m not a desk jockey myself.”

Becker was an old friend from many years back. Garrick accepted Becker was all military and didn’t show any humanistic qualities. But then again, it’s what kept him alive.

Garrick checked Phoenix then shrugged his shoulders, “Is she ready for a fight?”

Becker laughed, “Ready as she’ll ever be. How about you?”

Garrick checked his weapon strapped to his leg, “I have a gut feeling. You know, my hair is standing up on my neck.”

Becker squinted at the sky, “I know you Garrick! Maybe I should stick around.”

Garrick searched the skyline. It was like the silent hall of death, “It’s here. We have company coming. Get Phoenix off the ground, now!”

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