Chele Cooke is an independent Sci-Fi/Fantasy author based in London, UK. Her first book, Dead and Buryd, was released in October 2013. The sequel, Fight or Flight, is out July 2014.
Chele’s novel length fictions are Sci-Fi and Fantasy, but she also has a collection of short stories of multiple genres available for free via the website www.CheleCooke.com
TDBW: When did you start writing?
Chele: I actually started writing through play-by-post Roleplay online around age 14. Through that, I began writing fan fiction, which was, of course, horrible. Over the next few years, I got better at writing fan fiction, and soon moved on to writing original fiction.
TDBW: What was the first story you remember writing?
Chele: Oh, wow. That’s a good question. I think it was what would now be considered YA. It was about a pair of twins in school who got into quite a lot of trouble. The only reason I remember writing it, is because years later, I looked back and realised it had some serious correlations to Harry Potter… but I’d written it before reading the books. One of those spooky moments that sticks with you.
TDBW: What genre is your most preferred?
Chele: For writing: Sci-Fi/ Fantasy. There is so much you can do with these genres, and they allow for other genres to slip in and out. Most of my ideas fall under these.
Reading: I’m rather more eclectic when it comes to reading, but with a gun (or phaser) to my head, I’m going with Sci-Fi/ Fantasy again.
TDBW: What challenges you the most in your writing?
Chele: I think the most challenging aspect for me is balancing exposition and action. When you have a vast world, you often want to explain every aspect of it. Dripping the information that’s needed into relevant story has been a learning curve, but one I think I’ve been climbing well.
TDBW: What is your favorite thing about being an author?
Chele: Hearing from readers that they loved a book or a story. It’s really rewarding to instill emotion in someone from something you created. In the same way, having people ask when the next book is out, or where they can find other stories of mine is really rewarding. Knowing that I’ve not bored them to tears is a huge relief.
TDBW: What do you like least about being an author?
Chele: That I can only do it part time. That’s not really an answer, is it?
I guess the aspect I like the least is what I call ‘psych-out syndrome’. I have these ideas that I think are amazing, but I manage to psych myself out, thinking that it’ll never be as good on paper as it is in my head. Forcing my way past that can sometimes be difficult.
TDBW: How many books do you currently have available?
Chele: The second book of my ‘Out of Orbit’ series has just come out. The first book is ‘Dead and Buryd’ (yes, it’s supposed to be spelled like that,) and the second is ‘Fight or Flight’. I also have a paranormal novella, ‘Teeth’ almost complete and available for free on Wattpad.
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TDBW: What projects are you currently working on?
Chele: I’m currently working on a sci-fi circus novel called ‘Le Cirque Navire’, which incorporates some paranormal aspects. Think Joss Whedon’s Firefly meets Water for Elephants.
I’m also finishing off ‘Teeth’, which is a paranormal novella. I had intended for it to be a bit of fun, but it’s actually turned into more now, and I’m plotting a sequel.
Out of Orbit is taking a backseat for a month or so while I get these two projects done, but then it’ll be onto book 3, and a number of short stories from other characters’ points of view.
TDBW: Do you have any books coming out soon?
Chele: ‘Fight or Flight’ came out yesterday, which I’m really excited about. After that, ‘Teeth’ will be the next book to hit completion, though that one is already available for free on Wattpad for people to read week by week.
TDBW: Which book, or series, is your favorite?
Chele: I am a teenager of the Harry Potter generation, and while there are other books I love, I think the top spot goes to Harry Potter simply because it was this book series that got me into writing. The characters and locations are so well created, and I can only dream that one day my books will inspire someone the way that series did for me.
TDBW: Who are some of your favorite authors?
Chele: JK Rowling, Terry Pratchett, JRR Tolkien, Roald Dahl, Joss Whedon.
Yes, I know Joss Whedon is more based in screenplay, but he is an absolutely astonishing writer, so he deserves mention.
TDBW: Which book(s) inspire you the most?
Chele: I think that depends on the project, as I find inspiration in different elements. As I mentioned above, my newest project can be seen as a clash between Firefly and Water for Elephants, so I’ve certainly been drawing from the energy of that as well as The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.
As a general though, I’d probably go back to Harry Potter here for the characters and the intricacies of the world JK Rowling created.
TDBW: Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what band(s) do you play?
Chele: I do! I went through an oddly silent phase, but now I’m back to enjoying some melody behind the clacking of keys. I have to be listening to something I know by heart, so mostly it’s Matchbox Twenty and Daughtry. Their music really inspires emotion for me, which helps the ideas flow.
TDBW: Any hobbies?
Chele: I would love to be able to name travelling the world as a hobby, but I don’t do it nearly often enough, unfortunately.
I’m actually quite a homebody when it comes to my hobbies. I cross stitch and knit, I still take part in play-by-post roleplay, and I love TV shows I can immerse myself in. My current ones are Graceland, Breaking Bad, and Orange is the New Black.
TDBW: Tell us some more about yourself including your website and where we can find you on social media sites:
TDBW: Care to share a bit of one of your books with us?
Chele: Absolutely! This is from the new book, Fight or Flight, in which Georgianna is found searching through her owner’s things.
From Chapter 14: Mapping Betrayal
Georgianna rolled the map and buckled the leather strap. She shoved the papers back into their place. The map wouldn’t fit. Since taking it from the shelf, something had dislodged, and now, when she tried to fit the map into place, the paper bent.
Throwing the map down, she began scrabbling through the items on the shelf, trying to fix them back into place. The books were still stood as they had been and the papers beneath had been put back properly. She gave one of the books a violent shove in frustration and was rewarded by a clunk. The sphere dropped off the edge of the shelf and rolled a short way across the carpet. It sat there glittering. Placing the map back in place and finding that it now fit perfectly, she reached out and picked up the sphere.
It was heavy, far heavier than she would have expected. Its shining surface was the colour of the night sky before a red sunrise, a mottled deep purple that shone in places and swallowed light in others. Georgianna stared at it, even as the light within it began shifting. The light melted into the shadows, the colour swirling and changing, becoming
lighter, a lilac sunrise.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Edtroka’s deadly snarl startled her and in her haste to scramble to her feet, she dropped the sphere. It thunked on the floor, where Edtroka grabbed it up.
Holding it in one hand, he brandished it at her.
“TELL ME!” he roared.
There was fury in his eyes and for a split second, Georgianna thought that she saw a wide-eyed panic she had never seen in the Adveni before. He advanced on her, brandishing the heavy sphere.
“I was just… just…”
“You never touch this, do you understand?”
His voice was a poison she knew could kill her in seconds. In all the times Edtroka had been angry at her, she had never feared him harming her. She did now.
The slap knocked the word right out of her lips and rattled her teeth. Pain radiated from her cheek and Georgianna covered her face with both hands, shielding herself from a further attack. A beeping pulsed through the room. She peeked through her fingers, but Edtroka had walked away.
The tsentyl slid open easily in his hand, bright blue writing appearing across the flat surface. He stared at it with a look of suspicious disbelief.
“You knew…” he murmured.
Edtroka was on his feet, the tsentyl clattering against the table as he dropped it. The sphere thudded on the floor. Georgianna stepped back, but she was trapped in the small room. There was nowhere to run.
“DON’T LIE TO ME!”
The door hit the wall with a crash as he hit it with the side of his fist. He was across the room in two steps, his fingers buried into her shoulder, tugging her forwards. Georgianna struggled. He was too strong.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Edtroka pulled her out of the room and towards the table. He grabbed up the tsentyl, turning it so that she could see it. She looked up at him in confusion. He clicked a few buttons on the tsentyl and translated the text into Veuric.
MYKAHNOL, WEST. Failure to respond.
MYKAHNOL, SOUTH. Failure to respond.
All available military
to report immediately.
“What do you know?” he demanded, tossing the tsentyl onto the sofa and kicking the table away from him.
Georgianna shook her head furiously.
“You know something. Why would you have asked me about them if…”
“I swear! Edtroka, please, I didn’t know.”
He let out a growl of frustration and shoved her towards his bedroom. Georgianna stumbled, catching herself against the doorframe, but he was there again, pushing her inside.
“Stop! Just stop!” he snapped. “Whatever you’re doing, whatever you know, you will stop it, do you understand?”
Georgianna turned, but he slammed the door behind him. She wasn’t even able to grasp the handle before the lock turned, trapping her inside. She tugged at the handle anyway.
“Edtroka,” she called. “Edtroka, please. I swear, I didn’t know!”
No answer came. She stood behind the door, still grasping the handle, waiting for the lock to turn. It didn’t.
She sat on the corner of the bed and listened as Edtroka moved around the apartment. She heard him leave, slamming the door on his way out. Her breath was the only sound to keep her company. She was unable to focus on anything except wondering if the information Alec had taken from Maarqyn had been worth something after all, or whether it had just made everything worse.