Interview with Author Nicholas Fisher
My guest today is Nicholas Fisher. Hello! Welcome to Writing in the Modern Age!
It’s such a pleasure to have you here.
Can you tell us a little bit about your latest book? When did it come out? Where can
we get it?
Becky’s Kiss, my young adult paranormal romance / baseball story came out 11/30/15 through Vinspire Press. It is available on Amazon at http://tinyurl.com/nsg29oj as well as Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, and Google Play. I write horror under a different name, but this story came to me as a baseball story first. The characters were young adult and it was not horror, but more teen romance. I wrote what came to me and it took me into a totally different genre! What I got is a fun, quick read about life, love, sports, and the ability to change history.
I was co-coaching my son’s Babe Ruth baseball team a few years ago and the head coach told me a story about the pitcher and batter who happened to be facing each other. Evidently, when they were 12, the pitcher threw one that tailed in and hit the batter square in the chest. He was okay, but it got me thinking…what if the greatest hitter in Southeastern Pennsylvania was hit in the chest and died at 15? What if he was going to make the majors and break every record? What if things lined up years later where he could re-do that at-bat, have another chance?
I was into music in the 80’s, metal band, professional. I wanted to find an avenue for art where I wouldn’t have to compromise. Writing seemed the best way to go.
The morning. In my office. No music. No interruptions.
Don’t follow trends. They fade. Make the trends follow you.
There was only one place left to sit in the crowded cafeteria, at the empty table by the trash cans next to the concrete support beam that had a poster of Frederick Douglass on it. It was an old science desk at the edge of the walking aisle separating the two halves of the room, and one of its legs was broken at the base. The wobble-table. For losers.
kid was sitting there, the Asian boy from English class. He had stuck his math
book under the short leg, and was politely sipping soup, robotic and rigid,
nothing else on his tray but a couple of pieces of fruit. Becky walked over,
pulled out the chair across from him, and slipped off her backpack.
your name?” she said.
was startled, but clearly glad he had a visitor.
he said. “Joey Chen.” He smiled then, and even though he had funny
teeth, the expression had an interesting effect, like craft-show glass, like
sidewalk art. His eyes glinted. “You,”
he said, “are Becky Michigan.”
you new here?”
looked down at his soup.
am from China. I been here one year, three months, eleven days.”
sighed. A whole year and he was eating lunch alone. And counting the days.
like this great food?” she said.
I don’t like bullies,” he said. “This place is full of them.”
sighed again, and then something hit her in the ear. The projectile rolled and
wobbled across the table, settling at the far edge. It was a grape. A purple
one struck her right on the end of the nose, leaving a hint of moisture, making
her blink stupidly, and yet another plinked off her forehead. So immature! Bullies,
oh yes, Joey had a point now didn’t he? She pushed back her chair and looked
over in the general direction of the assault. There, across the aisle and about
eighteen rows down, was Cody Hatcher, the big kid who had been teasing her in
English class, sitting at the edge of the table with what seemed to be four of
his idiot friends, all of them laughing like hyenas, one stamping his foot he
was so overcome with the hilarity of it all. Hatcher stopped and looked right
at Becky. He reached in front of him and took a purple grape off the stem. He put
it in his mouth and chewed real slow. Swallowed. Licked his top lip and winked.
Then his friends were laughing again, slapping him on the back.
didn’t think, she just acted. Joe didn’t have time to move. In a flash, she
reached across the table, knocked over his milk, grabbed his orange, and
pivoted back, side-stepping into the aisle. She had a split second to look at
her target, and Hatcher had his mouth open, all teeth, eyes up at the ceiling
he was laughing so hard.
kicked up a knee and spread her hands, throwing-arm dangling way low behind
her. There was a moment of perfect balance there, and then her body became a
machine: all hot fluid and angry levers. She stepped into it deep, cocked up
her arm, snapped her hips, and fired.
orange flew out of her hand as if on a clothesline. Even through the noise, she
could hear it hiss through the air, and heads turned with it as if in slow
motion. Hatcher had just enough time to adjust his eyes from the ceiling and
focus on what was coming. It hit him square in the forehead with a hard splat
and his hands flew up. It knocked him straight back out of his chair, and the
fruit ruptured in a blast of spray and peel.
roared. Gossip exploded, and Becky could hear a lot of “Did you see that?” and “Who is that girl?” and “What happened?” and “Did you see how freakin’ hard she
chucked that?” Everything was
echoing, sounding unreal, and the teachers on lunch duty were darting their
eyes all around to pinpoint exactly where the disturbance was. Becky got back
in her chair, and Joe had his mouth open.
was trying not to shake.
had it coming,” she managed.
Amazon Author Page: amzn.to/20a3le7