YA Author Anna Silver is taking over the blog today and discussing some things about her most of us don’t know. Sit back and enjoy because some of these are hilarious!
One of my favorite things about being an author is that all your eccentricities, of which I have plenty, are considered an acceptable side effect of the job. Writing in the Young Adult Science Fiction and fantasy subgenres means I have a wild imagination. Here are ten things you probably don’t know—never even dreamed—about me.
I’ve had a lot of odd jobs. Primarily because I bore easily and I have always been intrigued by the atypical so I don’t often look for employment in the usual places. But maybe one of my more impressively strange positions has been as a holiday designer. In other words, I decorated Christmas trees for a living…for four years. It was actually really fun work with some of the coolest people I’ve met to date. But it tears up your hands and is truly more grueling and exhausting than you can imagine. There is no way tiny elves could do that work. Sorry, Santa.
Okay, I’m hardly a brewmaster. More like a brewminion. But I have brewed my fair share of beer, and I’ve brewed a few batches of mead as well (a.k.a. wine made from honey). I love doing it because it makes me feel connected to something ancient and magical. I mean, as magical as yeast can be.
I’m one of those weird people who have a favorite number and not just a favorite color. I have no idea why, but I have loved the number 8 and considered it my lucky number since I was just a girl. Very odd, I know. I even used to repeat things I said in my head 8 more times. Did I mention I was an unusual child?
4. Surgery Seconds, Please!
This is kind of a sucky one. I got appendicitis when I was six and for some ungodly reason, no one knew I had it. They knew I was sick. I’d been to the doctor more than once. But somehow it went undetected until my appendix ruptured. Enter violent, life-threatening illness and emergency surgery. I spent maybe a week or two in the hospital recovering and was sent home just in time for the holidays only to get deathly ill again with an infection. Enter surgery number two and a hospital Christmas. I have these oddly vivid memories from that time. I can still taste the broth they made me eat for days. And I remember this pillow all the nurses pitched in and bought for me to squeeze as I walked my rounds (because it huuuuurt to get up and move). And I remember having my blood drawn so much it’s a wonder I have any left. But the upside is, I have no fear whatsoever of needles or hospitals, which is more than I can say for my husband.
I love art of any kind. I paint (oils) and have even had some of my work in a gallery here in Houston. But probably everyone’s favorite art of mine is my fairy houses. I design, construct, and sell miniscule abodes for homeless fairies. Which equates to just about the coolest nightlight you’ve ever seen. I haven’t done any in a while, but here’s a picture so you get the idea.
I LOVE tarot. I love the decks of cards. I love reading them and collecting them. I have kind of a gypsy-fortune-teller-archetype complex. Throw down some tarot cards and crystals and I’m right at home. It’s this very bohemian vibe my mother did her damnedest to train out of me, but no such luck. Now all I need is a vardo.
Don’t laugh, it’s totally real. I have a ridiculous fear of escalators. I can usually go up with only mild anxiety. But I can only come down about half the escalators I come across, and that’s with me white-knuckling that rubbery handrail all the way. The other half, for whatever reason, I deem too hazardous to even try. Go figure.
I’m a bit psychic. I’m not gonna say I can tell you when the next earthquake or stock market crash is going to hit, but I will say that I’ve had one too many precognitive incidents to rule out my very strong intuition. Although some of the things I dream or sense before they occur are really random and useless. So I’m like the world’s most unnecessary psychic. The good thing about it is that my family is all a bit spooked by it now. They don’t try to pull anything past me, and they listen when I tell them something. Very handy stuff with teenagers in the house
Remember the surgeries I talked about in number four? Well, they left a nasty little scar that I hated my whole life. Then one day I watched this special on how tattoos can cover scars and I thought, “Bingo!” Give or take a few years and here I am, down one scar, up one brilliant tattoo. Granted, it’s a little bit bigger than it had to be. The scar is the size of a large paperclip, but the tattoo is more the size of…a man’s fist. You know, go big or go home.
Everyone who knows me knows I have a pine tree obsession. It’s really weird. I spent my weekends as a kid exploring the East Texas Pineywoods with my dad. I now use pine oil in my body spray, light pine-scented incense, and mop my floors just so I can smell the Pine Sol. I seem to have developed this positive neuro-association that there is just no use fighting. Finally, my hubbie gave up last year and let me move us all north of the city into the pine trees. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!
Anna Silver is an author and artist living in the greater Houstonarea with her family, pets, and overactive imagination. Her art has been featured in the Houstongallery Las Manos Magicas. She studied English Writing & Rhetoric at St. Edward’s University. She’s freelanced for private clients and small publications like the Hill Country Current. OTHERBORN, her first published novel, has been featured on 2 of Amazon’s “Bestsellers” lists. She is represented by Rebecca Podos and Nicole LaBombard of Rees Literary Agency.