Dia Reeves

Ever since I put up the comment form, I’ve been getting loads of email, mostly asking the same stuff. Over and over. So I’m putting up this new page that will hopefully answer all of your most pressing questions.

Is Bleeding Violet a sequel?

No. I’m a serial monogamist when it comes to books. When I’m working on one, I’m totally committed, but when I’m done, I’m ready to move on to something new. I’m fickle like that.

However, I am writing more books that take place in Portero. I don’t think I’ve really begun to explore all the weird possibilities that town has to offer.

What was your road to publication like?

I wrote Bleeding Violet for NaNoWriMo 2005, then spent about two years revising it. In June of 2008, I began querying agents, and by June 19, I scored a really good one. I revised BV again for her in July, and by August, she was shopping it around to publishers. At the end of August, we hooked up with Simon Pulse, and that was that.

What are you working on now?

My editor has a rough draft of my second novel which I’m calling Strange Fruit. Of course the title may change, but let’s stick with SF for now. It’s about the two daughters of a convicted serial killer who, like their father, are also killers, but only kill bad guys. There’s also romance because the sisters end up falling for the sons of their father’s last victim. There’s also plenty of violence and weirdness.

Bleeding Violet is about a crazy girl. Are you crazy?

No. Yes. Maybe. I dunno. It’s not like I’ve been tested or anything. :p But as ninefly once said, “Creativity is a mental illness.” I think all creative people are on the wrong side of normal.

Bleeding Violet seems like a really weird and scary book. Should I read it?

No. I mean, seriously, if you have to ask, hell no. Save yourself a lot of mental anguish and go read Little House on the Prairie or something.

Are you as cool in real life as you seem online?

The part of me that’s cool doesn’t manifest itself in any visible way; it’s all internal. I wear my cool on the inside; that’s why my hands are always so cold.