Interview with the Awethors Featuring Lisa Veldkamp

Hope everyone is doing well today! I rushed in this gem this morning for a last minute interview before I break for the week. Poet and Short Story author Lisa Veldkamp is with me to discuss some of her poetry in the book “Nothing is Forgotten”, and her upcoming release of the teenage short “The Bridge Between Yesterday and Tomorrow”.

Lisa Veld

William:  In “Nothing is Forgotten”, were there any memories in particular that sang to you? Maybe a memory that constantly reminded you of your past or a lesson learnt?

Lisa: Well Will, I’m a firm believer of the concept reincarnation. So actually Nothing is Forgotten should be taken quite literally. Apparently I have not forgotten. I’ve had flashbacks of several lives, sometimes alone, sometimes shared with people I love and know in this life. So this collection is about those memories.

William: That is a very interesting concept that intrigued me about you. Hence, why you’re on the blog today. What is your most memorable reincarnation memory?

Lisa: Most memorable reincarnation memory. Wow, okay… *throws aside the feeling of being judged a lunatic*

I guess the most memorable are the ones which are related to people I know in this life. Some I’ve shared my memories with. And some just find it rather uncanny I seem to know them so well. What moves them or makes them tick. Oh dear, that’s my cover blown! Fact of the matter is, I do know them. I know their soul. And even though souls evolve, you still recognize them. Well, I do anyway. Not the human being in this life perse, but on a higher level, I do. It’s not a great conversation opener, trust me Some things are best left hidden in shadows. Me, I like the quiet.

William: No one will judge you here, and I’ll be here to defend you if they do. No worries. Writers and poets like you are a fascinating find for anyone that is looking for something new and different to read. What kind of tone does your poetry have?

Lisa: Someone once said my poetry reads a lot like lyrics, which is why my second collection is titled When Words Start To Sing. I’m a visual kind of person, so I try to create images, which leads to conjuring emotions. Or so I hope.

William: What can we expect in your upcoming short story “The Bridge Between Yesterday and Tomorrow”?

Lisa: I’m very excited about it! It’s my first short-story and the first story I’ve written for teenagers. My family-in-law lives in Sweden and whenever I’m there, I’m in another world. A peaceful world, full of hidden depths and I can almost sense the trolls, hiding behind the trees and rocks. That’s how The Bridge Between Yesterday and Tomorrow came to life. It’s about Eydis, a little troll girl who falls in love with Talib, a human boy. One big problem, humans aren’t supposed to know trolls exist!

William: I for one am amazed at the idea of this story. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a troll falling for a human. It’s very unique and I can’t wait to grab it to see this love story take place. When you were growing up, what was your ideal fantasy world?

Lisa: Ideal fantasy world would have Enid Blyton’s Famous Five. I loved those books as a child and I still do. Back then I didn’t have a dog, I was an only child like George and I desperately wanted an island of my own! Their adventures were just so glorious, yes, that would have been quite something.

Nowadays I would say Hogwarts. When someone said to me: “You do realize it’s not real, right?” I wanted to kick him for spoiling my adult escapism. Harry’s world is far from perfect and those dementors scare the living daylights out of me, but I’d take on Voldie and his death eaters any day and twice on Sunday just to be at Hogwarts. Bring it on!

William: I understand that now you have a dog named Miss Ginger Rogers. Can you give us a little background on her and what breed is she? She seems like a very sweet dog from what you have on facebook.

Lisa: Hahaha, she’s a mixture of a Papillon and something else. People have also called her a mini version of a Duck Toller Retriever and I can see why. She’s from Romania, where she was roaming the streets with another little male dog. They named her Ginger Rogers because of her colour and he became Fred Astaire. Fred was also adopted by a Dutch family, but we never saw him again. We picked her up at Schiphol airport. It was love at first sight!

William: I can see why it was love at first sight. I remember when I brought my Husky Shepard home and I just about devoured her with love and kisses. Sweet girl. Her name is Luna. Sorry for veering off a little bit, Lisa. Back to your short story, what role does your main character have in the story? Maybe a few characteristics?

Lisa: Eydis is a pretty troll girl (her own words) with yellow eyes and a long smooth tail with a tufty bit on the end. She loves her family and she is heir to the thrown. However, she also loves Talib, a human. She’s very loyal to her tribe, so she struggles with her feelings for Talib a lot. She’s wise beyond her age, partly because she lost her mother when she was very young and partly because she has the gift of the shamans. Building bridges. How this works exactly, you’ll just have to read the book.

William: I couldn’t help myself, but I understand you have a novel coming out October 31 called “The Elemental.” Let’s break to a video trailer that gave me goosebumps from the start of it.

William: Just an amazing video that I did not want to let fall at the tail end of our interview. You really have captured a sense of urgency in this trailer that is pulling me even more to just want to have another one of your novels in my hand.

I want to dig deeper into your own life. How have your parents impacted your writing so far?

Lisa: My parents always taught me to think outside the box and to chase my dreams. My grandmother used to play writing games with me when I was just a little girl and poetry runs in the family. Reading and writing was quite common in my family and also among my friends. My best friend is an awesome writer, even though she does something completely different now. She’s always been a great inspiration to me and one of my biggest supporters.

William: Parents seem to be the backbone for most authors which is truly inspiring to hear. I want to rewind back to your upcoming novel. I understand you had a dream about “The Elemental”. What was the dream that you had which nudged you in the direction of a writing career?

Lisa: Ah yes, the dream. The dream actually came later. It started with a vision at Pinkpop festival 2009. Placebo was headlining and they were about to play ‘Come Undone’ under the most perfect pink, purple sky. Brian, the singer, said the song came to him in a dream. That’s about the last thing I heard, because when they started to play, I drifted off to another world. The world of Catherine van Dyk, the main protagonist of the story. That’s how it all started. Later I dreamed the entire story, the complete trilogy and I took it as a sign. For weeks I listened to nothing else than Battle for the Sun, at that time the latest Placebo cd. I think I drove everybody crazy. Now, almost six years later, it will see the light of day on October 31, with Halloween. Never thought it would come to this.

William: I understand you love London. I’ve read that you quoted it as “the city where magic dwells”. Why do you feel this way? Maybe describe a few examples.

Lisa: Lots of cities hold magic, but London is special to me. It’s hard to describe, but anything can happen in London. This is the city of James Bond, the city where JK Rowling created Diagon Alley. In short, things are hidden here. Best way to describe it, is a heartbeat. Our hearts beat at a certain pace. The moment I arrive in London, mine falls in sync with the beat of the city. I’ve fallen in love with many places, but I never had this experience. This is why, to me, this is the city where magic dwells.

William: London really is a wonderful place once you pinpoint all the amazing art and writers that grew out of those parts. Is there a favorite coffee house that you enjoy going to?

Lisa: Sigh…. Barista Café, what can I say? They’re my home away from home. Over eighty percent of The Elemental was written here. I love the coffe, love the menu, the buzz of people coming and going and, of course, the staff. They’re just amazing and so supportive of my writing. Whenever I have a deadline coming up for example, they keep an eye on me. If I have my iphone out too often I get this look. The look that says: “Don’t you have a deadline coming up? Put the phone away.”

Irritating as hell, but very helpful. Love those guys!
William: It’s an awesome feeling though when the people around you push and motivate you to get those books rolling. Especially if it’s the ones that are serving you or watching you write in a coffee house. It’s quite extraordinary! If only all of us could have those kind of people watching over us.
So Every author has music that they listen to. At least I’m pretty sure most do. What kind of music do you listen to while writing? What do you enjoy listening to in general away from your writing atmosphere?
Lisa: Obviously, Placebo. Brian really is my muse. I devour his lyrics and then transform them to something else. My own interpretation of the meaning behind them, my emotions.
But I’m quite eclectic when it comes to music. I love Chopin, Dustin O’Halloran, Lavinia Meijer, Muse, Foo Fighters, Valentine, A-ha, Paul Simon,  Mumford & Sons, Sarah McLachlan, Ella Fitzgerald, too many to name. Oh, and I’m a big Frank Sinatra fan. Nothing beats Placebo though.
William: You definitely have a great group of artists there, Lisa. I just want to say thank you for letting me dig into your creative spirit and mind today. It was fun with many laughs, trolls, and memories. I’m sure all of the readers out there feel more inspired hearing about your stories and your back ground.
The Elemental
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Thank you all for dropping in this weekend for all the wonderful interviews that took place on my blog. If you get a chance, give all these awethors a round of cheers and I’ll be back next week for two more awethors that have grabbed the interest of many readers’ hearts from the start. Thanks again and if you are interested in an interview, please send me an email: lloyd.jr@aol.com. I really won’t bit you like a troll. Well, maybe a little…

The Creature Within

The creature lashes within, trying to rip through my skin
I feel the anger boiling.
The thoughts run through my head, but I try to keep it in
I hear its voice taunting.
I feel its claws pulsing in, like razor blades in my skin
I fear that it’s approaching.

The fire burns within those evil eyes
From the faith that you crushed inside.
You can not keep me caged in my dreams
Because you’re the monster and the fiend.
I will not surrender my will to your lies
My courage will last until I die.
The boiling hell that you create at night
Will not be the reason to kill a life.

The creature lashes within, trying to rip through my skin
I feel the anger boiling.
The thoughts run through my head, but I try to keep it in
I hear its voice taunting.
I feel its claws pulsing in, like razor blades in my skin
I fear that it’s approaching.

The snow has fallen all through the night
While the soldiers keep up the fight.
The creatures of our nightmares are alive
And they still want to put fear in our eyes.
The rage within their cold hearted minds
Are like the daggers stabbing a thousand times.
Escape is not an option we can find
So we must face our demise.

The creature lashes within, trying to rip through my skin
I feel the anger boiling.
The thoughts run through my head, but I try to keep it in
I hear its voice taunting.
I feel its claws pulsing in, like razor blades in my skin
I fear that it’s approaching.

Moving On

Every time I sit back to unwind

All I feel are the tears I hide.

Did she ever wonder how hard it was to get this far?

She took away my self esteem

And ripped away all of my dreams.

I’m taking that next step to leave.

Living in the past

Will never come back.

My senses are weak,

But my life is at its peak.

Push away the regret

And my life will be set.

Your five story let down

Always kept me underground.

You think all of your lies are easy?

Try being me and stop breathing.

I’ve said this twice before,

“I’ll never go back anymore.”

Living in the past

Will never come back.

My senses are weak,

But my life is at its peak.

Push away the regret

And my life will be set.

How can anyone change their life

If they can’t walk away from the past?

A burden sitting on my shoulders

Will always weigh more than closure.

Am I pathetic and insane for staying

Or am I a lousy fool for waiting?

Stalking the Shadows

He walks in the shadows waiting for his prey to play.
The shadows are haunted by his presence everyday.
The eyes of his enemies look carefully, weary of their fate.
Although, they may think they are safe, he will wait.
His strength will overcome the armies of his closest enemies,
But his desire to kill will burn much less every time he speaks to thee.

He roams the streets all day causing devastation.
His mind is after the men who cause abominations.
The soldiers live their life in fright from his determination.
The fire burns in his eyes as he continues his excavation.
He will change the world in the events of another assassination.

The assassin peers down from the tower at the guards below.
He waits for the monarch to come out of the tall wooden doors.
The days fly by and it was like yesterday that his family was ceased.
His father and brothers murder, while his mother and sister exiled overseas .
Ten years have passed and still there are more questions yet to be answered.
Still the men that broke his family are free and continuing the conspiracy.

He roams the streets all day causing devastation.
His mind is after the men who cause abominations.
The soldiers live their life in fright from his determination.
The fire burns in his eyes as he continues his excavation.
He will change the world in the events of another assassination.

They thought justice could be found in trial,
But justice was made when the assassin came to town.

Heart Break, Poison Ache

Fall back from the long lasting thoughts
That push across the madness you brought
Corrupt within your invisible ego
I tremble when I hear the faint sounds in the lot.

Underneath the bearing tools of destruction
We feel the crashing of our de-solution
Fight off the curse that stings within our fusion
Where the only feeling of the world’s pollution
Can be blamed on the pain that you seek
Power against power, weak against weak
Set the sails against the falling peaks
And release the water that still leaks

Fall back from the long lasting thoughts
That push across the madness you brought
Corrupt within your invisible ego
I tremble when I hear the faint sounds in the lot.

An empty heart can’t bleed from the pain
It can only hurt until the poison drains
A faint whisper calls in the shadowy rain
Answering the prayers from endless pain
The voices circle my long lasting misery
Firing inside my veins like a mercenary
Fighting off the enemy that carries envy
While carrying out the endless duty.

Fall back from the long lasting thoughts
The push across the madness you brought
Corrupt within your invisible ego
I tremble when I hear the faint sounds in the lot.

Innocent Sin

We lay here waiting for the train to come
But there is no track in the distance.
Your voice is so sweet underneath this dome
But there is no echo as I listen.
I touch my lips against yours to go home
But there is no tension to resist this.

This heart attack swells within my chest
As it beats from your clenching fists
The festering pain keeps me from listening
But I still know you’re holding me by a string.
I know that we are both innocent
But this sin still rests within our veins.

The warm outline of you in the sheets rests in bed
But there is no body to hold in my arms.
Your perfume still lingers around my head
But the smell makes my mind feel alarmed.
I imagine us in the water still in a tread
But somewhere you are still charmed.

This heart attack wells within my chest
As it beats from your clenching fists
The pestering pain keeps me from listening
But I still know you’re holding me by a string
I know that we are both innocent
But this sin still rests within our veins.

The Creature Within

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The creature lashes within trying to rip through my skin.

The thoughts are being fed, but I try to keep it in my head.

I feel its claws pulsing in, like razor blades in my skin

The fire burns within those evil eyes
From the faith that you crushed inside.
You can not keep me caged in my dreams
Because you’re the monster and the fiend.
I will not surrender my will to your lies
My courage will last until I die.
The boiling hell that you create at night
Will not be the reason to kill a life.

The creature lashes within, trying to rip through my skin.

The thoughts are being fed, but I try to keep it in my head.

I feel its claws pulsing in, like razor blades in my skin

The snow has fallen all through the night
While the soldiers keep up the fight.
The creatures of our nightmares are alive
And they still want to put fear in our eyes.
The rage within their cold hearted minds
Are like the daggers stabbing a thousand times.
Escape is not an option we can find
So we must face our demons tonight.

The creature lashes within, trying to rip through my skin

The thoughts are being fed, but I try to keep it in my head.

I feel its claws pulsing in, like razor blades in my skin