Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Rebecca Cohen author of Overly Dramatic
Hi Rebecca, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Do you have pictures that you use for your characters? Can you share them with us?
I tend not to use real people. Mostly, I build a character in my head and every now again I’ll see someone on the street or in a photo and it’s my character. I once saw a guy in Starbucks who was the spitting image of Lornyc (from my Reagalos high fantasy series) – I nearly dropped my coffee.
What kind of book would you like to write that people would see as a huge departure for you?
I already write in many genres and I love to jump around, so I don’t think there is anything that I’d call a big departure. I have an idea for comedy sci-fi which would be a very British Men In Black, sort of On Her Majesty’s Alien Service, but more biscuits, less guns.
Have you ever killed a character? Was it traumatic for you? If you haven’t killed one, would you ever consider it?
I have killed loads of characters, usually for a good reason (meaning that’s what the plot requires). Anthony Redbourn in The Crofton Chronicles kills one man himself and is responsible for at least one other indirectly. And I lost count of the bodies in Servitude (first in the Reagalos series). Generally, I know if a character is going to die when I create them.
Favorite location you’ve ever written about?
In Summer Season (the second in the Treading the Boards series, due out October 2015), I set a large part of story around Cornwall in the South West of the UK, and the fantastic open–air theatre called the Minack. It’s a theatre built into the cliff and it is an amazing place.
What’s your favorite season and favorite activity for that season?
I love Autumn, with the beautiful colours when the season changes. The weather turns cooler and it’s a good time to cuddle. Every year Basel (the Swiss city I live in) has the autumn fair (herbstmesse) and there’s lots of stalls to buy food and great Christmas presents, and fairground rides.
Series: Treading the Boards
Release Date: August 19
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Andy Marshall moves to London looking for a fresh start after breaking up with his long-term boyfriend. To stave off boredom from his day job as an accountant and to meet new people, Andy joins a local amateur dramatics society called the Sarky Players based in Greenwich, South London. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, Andy is cast as one of the leads in a truly dreadful play called Whoops, Vicar, There Goes My Trousers, written by a local playwright.
The play might be bad, but the Sarky Players are a friendly bunch. Andy quickly makes new friends and finds himself attracted to Phil Cormack, a local artist helping with the props. But life doesn’t run to a script, so Andy and Phil will have to work hard to improvise their own happy ending.
Pages or Words: 120 pages, 40k words
Categories: Contemporary, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance
The handout turned out to be a few pages of the play stapled together. Andy had expected the script for Cold Comfort Farm—this definitely wasn’t that.
“Er, Derek, have you given us the right play? This says it’s from Whoops, Vicar, There Goes My Trousers.”
“You old dog, Derek,” said Ryan with a guffaw. “You’ve lured in this poor man on the promise of a proper play.”
“It is a proper play, Ryan. Just because it was written by a local doesn’t make it any less credible.”
Dear God, what had he gotten himself into? He quickly checked the flyer and saw for the first time that the date for Cold Comfort Farm audition was the year before. Derek must’ve used the flyer to scribble down the audition times, but whether he’d deliberately meant to mislead Andy was another matter. Andy skimmed through the partial script. Instead of the gentle comedy based around a young woman who arrived in an airplane and something nasty in the woodshed, he had a 1920s farce involving a runaway goat, a vicar, and a large quantity of stolen French brandy. And that was just the scene in front of him.
Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.
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