Random Interview Saturday! Susan Bass Marcus!


The H. L. Burke Random Interview is not like other interviews. The questions are all over the place. They have no purpose. Their purpose is their lack of purpose.

There are nine questions because cats, but these nine questions are subject to change without notice, so the questions one person answers may not be the questions answered by the next author. 

The next author rides in on a majestic griffin. It's Susan Bass Marcus!

Susan Bass Marcus

Author Bio:

Former award-winning museum professional and puppetry artist, Susan Bass Marcus writes fiction. Where Dragons Follow, out 2018 furthers Malevir: Dragons Return, a fantasy novel. Her short stories are online and in print, including the anthologies ‘After Hours;’ and ‘Fall into Fantasy,’ Cloaked Press.

The Interview!

You're walking along the seashore when you see something sticking out of the sand. What is it and how do you approach it?

Buried in the sand, up to its snout, I might find a sleeping dragon. My novel, Malevir: Dragons Return and its sequel, Where Dragons Follow (coming out in 2018), include both naughty and nice dragons, but I would not want to meet any of them on the seashore. I may be their ‘mother’ but they wouldn’t know me. Dragons are ill-tempered and require careful cultivating. Anyway, I’m more likely to meet a sea dragon on that beach, its neck bristling with long, supple spines, sharp black scales covering its immense body, and red eyes flaming a warning: “Move along, move along. Nothing to see here.”

Instead of dragons, I prefer a less threatening situation on a particular stretch of the seashore. I wander onto a tidal flat, a pool of water where many different animals thrive at low tide. The most engaging encounter I have is with a horseshoe crab. A strange creature, like an ambulatory metal helmet, this little one has ten eyes, two of which sit on the top of his curved exoskeleton, or shell.  So I look him right in one of those eyes and ask, “Excuse me, but why are you here?”

He waggles his long, delicate tail for a bit and answers me in a raspy, sea-weedy voice, “I am a living relative of trilobites. Their extinction happened 250 million years ago, about 50 million years after my kind evolved.”

“That’s not what I meant. Why are you here, on these tidal flats?”
The crab begins to dig in the sand, then pauses and waves a leg at me. “I am the advance guard and safety warden for this area. I recommend you leave immediately. Cetus, the sea dragon comes here every day at this time. I came here to warn everyone.”

Before I could ask another question, he buried himself in the soft, wet sand, as if to say, “I’m not sticking around either.” Would I stay or should I go?

When cats take over the world, how do you plan to win their good graces?

You haven’t noticed. The cats are in charge. Since I’ve written the first chapters of a novella describing the journey, rather the accident, that brought their species to Earth from the planet Zoocatron, two cats have adopted me as their scribe. I’m one of their favorite pet humans. Here’s the opening of the novella:

“A comet blew their ship off course. Rocking from the impact, their craft flung Tepunia from one side of the bridge to the other. She knew the ship’s gyro was failing and she extended her claws toward the console. Where was Schvart? Never nearby when she needed him. Just as her rear claw hooked the stabilizer bar, her lieutenant floated into the bridge from the passageway leading up to the ObHub.
“Schvart, grab the bar. I’m going topside.”
“Too late. The comet’s gone. The ice wind with it.”
The rocking subsided. Tepunia floated back to the console and clicked her claws on a broad sensor pad. Nothing. No affirmation light glowed. She tried again. Useless. The directionals were down. Only one navigation button remained lit.”

Describe your life (or writing) as a film genre.

A comedy with elements of drama and fantasy.

If you were the captain of a space ship, what would its mission be? Exploration? Colonization? Partying?

Think of all the training I’d need to be the captain of a vehicle leaving our solar system! If the ship were like Doug Adams' Heart of Gold in the ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy,’ I’d have to expect the unexpected, but that ship is completely robotic, so my training would be minimal. We’d be completing a reconnaissance flight to discover the Meaning of the Universe. Some unintentional partying would occur in flight and wherever we landed, but it would always worsen our circumstances. We’d cling to the hope of finding the answer to our quest, but not ‘42’ nor ¥. They didn’t work.

If you woke up tomorrow and realized you were now a dragon, what would you do first?

I would brush my fangs and teeth--with Sensodyne.

If you could combine any two animals to make a hybrid, what would they be?

I love griffins and can’t imagine any improvement on that fabulous creature, but since you ask, I propose a humanocat. My Petunia is one of the smartest black cats on Planet Earth, but I’m sure she would love to have opposable thumbs and a bigger brain. The humanocat would also have strong, flexible feet on her hind legs to walk on all fours or on two legs. She also would enjoy the luxury of a prehensile tail. Her acute feline hearing would complement her vision, now enhanced with greater color perception. Scale: would she prefer to be 5’2” eyes of blue, or retain her ten-pound svelte figure? I’ll have to ask her.

Where’s my supersuit!?!?!?!? 
Silly, you left it at the dry cleaners

If this question were any question in the world, what question would you want it to be and how would you answer it?
Unlike Buzz Lightyear, I do not have the answer to “Where is Beyond if it comes after Infinity?”

Connect with the Author!

Websites: www.malevir.com

www.malevir.com for ebook 
also Amazon Author Page for info and sales: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B019J8TFQ8