What initially got you interested in writing?
An urge to create and get this “thing” that had been inside of me out. At first, I thought it was a passing fancy, something that would go away but after a while but it’s just gotten worse and…better if that makes sense.
How did you decide to make the move into being a published author? Somewhere about halfway through writing my first book Running Northwest I thought, “well maybe I should look into publishing and maybe it’s good enough.” It took four years for that to happen.
What do you want readers to take away from reading your works? – Hopefully an overall sense of how we are connected even in the smallest ways. That is kind of the gist of the whole Oregon Series. It’s all about how people who are spread out over a wide area with different interest, lives, and goals all play a role in some way shape or form in one another’s lives but the one thing that connects us all is love in its varying forms.
What do you find most rewarding about writing? – Seeing all the little things I’ve improved on and done better over the years, not just with how well I write but how I go about the process and business of writing. I take it more seriously than I used to and that’s not saying I wasn’t serious about it before but I didn’t really believe in myself or my abilities back then like I do now. I also was incredibly new to the business and didn’t know which end was up for a while I also really love hearing about how my books, stories, and characters have affected people personally.
What do you find most challenging about writing? –A few things, one would be staying true to my own voice and writing the stories I like to write about and tell. It’s really easy to get caught up in the “flavor of the year” genre for the sake of selling books. The “business” of writing is pretty challenging also. Being a guy and writing about love and romance is pretty challenging because outside of a few better-known authors some people in the business, as well as readers, sometimes question whether a male can write believable and compelling love stories and I’m trying to prove that we can. Or at least that I can. The MOST challenging would be finding enough time to write. I have a regular job (for now), college in spurts, I’m married now and we a 2 ½-year-old son so my time for writing is usually relegated to a few nights a week after midnight until 4 or 5 am. It’s really hard packing so much into such a limited time frame.
What advice would you give to people want to enter the field? I don’t know if I have accomplished enough where I feel real comfortable giving much advice lol. I suppose I would say just keep writing and if you believe in yourself then stick with it. It’s a long game, I will say that much and there is no overnight success. If you want it to be a career then you have to treat it like one, learn the business and in the words of Rachel Thompson, “Do the Work.” You can’t do this halfway and expect success but that’s true in any business.
What ways can readers connect with you? I am literally all over the interwebs and social media. They can message me at my website BooksbyMichaelMelville.com or my FB page, Twitter, Instagram, Google+, LinkedIn. I actually really like talking to readers and am slowly rolling out a Q&A on my Youtube Channel. If they want to ask a question I would love to answer and it doesn’t have to be about books. I write about all kinds of things like parenting and travel on my blog as well.
later than usual. He slept through his alarm which was rare for him even in his
retirement. Even when he had nothing to do he always got up at 8:30 in the
morning. He groggily looked at his clock and saw that it was nearly ten. Then
he felt for Jake who had maneuvered himself down by his feet sometime in the
buddy!” John said as he nudged the old cocker spaniel. “Jake!” He repeated.
he realized the way the dog was lying. He was awkwardly sprawled out and his
mouth was open. John sat up and scooched down toward the end of the bed. He
could feel the fear well up inside of him even before he knew; he knew. He put
his hand on Jakes side, feeling for a breath, a heartbeat or anything at all.
the bed and maneuvered to the other side then knelt on the floor in front of
the blonde and white dog. Jakes’ eyes were closed tight and there was no
movement at all. He shook the dog harder, “No, no, no, please boy don’t you
leave me too, please old buddy please wake up, please!” he pleaded. Tears began
rolling out of John’s eyes and he was shaking.
Jake no!” John said as he reached for his cell phone. He didn’t know who to
call he just knew he needed help. His own breathing became hard and he began
son first, there was no answer but he left a frantic voicemail screaming for
help. He felt a sharp pain in his chest like he had never felt before. It was
getting harder to breathe. He found the number for his neighbor Thomas and hit
the dial button as he pulled the lifeless body of his dog, Jake, off the bed
and into his lap and held it tight. Stephanie answered the phone.
please help me. Some…thing happened to Jake and my chest…please help…I can’t.”
His words broke up and he dropped the phone with the line still open and
slumped onto the floor. Everything was getting foggy. The last thing he heard
was Stephanie screaming, “John, JOHN! I’m on my way stay awake!”
Thomas, who happened to be home, ran out of their house as fast as they could
and down the dirt road towards their neighbor’s house. Along the way, Thomas
called 911 and then Andrew, John’s son. When they arrived, they found their
neighbor on his bedroom floor passed out and barely breathing. Thomas gently
pulled the dog away while his wife rolled the old man onto his back. Thomas
began giving John CPR while his wife called 911 again. A few minutes later they
could hear the sirens coming up the coast roads.
Thomas never stopped CPR and his wife brushed the old man’s hair with her
finger while talking to him in her sweetest voice almost urging the old man
back from wherever he was going. The ambulance arrived and two men rushed into
the house and took over. One began barking into a walkie-talkie. A few minutes
later two more police cruisers pulled up. One was the county sheriff, a friend
of Thomas and the other was a state police officer.
crew worked on John, Thomas’ cell phone began ringing. It was Andrew, he
answered it and explained the situation.