Did you always want to be a writer?
No, actually I went through a stage where writing was the last thing I wanted to do. I would have rather sawn off my arm, like in that James Franco movie, than submit myself to the torture that is “writing”. I mean, I’ve always been a writer, but I didn’t admit to the need for the writing fix until I was in college. I had an amazing English professor that gently, and often times with heavy Greek sarcasm, pushed me outside of my box; and so the obsession with creating fiction was born. In those moments when I’m banging my head against my desk and wishing I enjoyed simple activities like filing, I often curse that English professor (you know who you are).
What would you do if you weren’t writing?
Well, I’ve tried not writing, and it never turned out very well for anyone. But I think if I could snap my fingers and be anything else, I would choose to be British. I know that’s not an actual profession, but I really want to be British because I’m obsessed with London, and Downton Abby, and the idea of drinking tea in the middle of the day, and Harry Potter, and soccer (or football, as it’s known there), and I feel like being British would make all these things better. So I guess I want to be a soccer playing-tea obsessed-British-wizard who owns an Abby in London.
Does everyone in your family write?
No. I am the oldest of four, and two of us write – me and my sister, Kara (she writes poetry, short stories, and children’s stories). My brother and youngest sister have never shown much interest in writing, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t completely creative in their own right. My brother, J.T., has an eye for film that would blow your mind and an ear for sound design that will make you jealous. And my youngest sister, Chelise, painted all the artwork that hangs in my office. As for my mom, well she creatively puts up with Ted Dekker and four creative monsters, while continuing to make our homes look like something out of Better Homes and Gardens, and has a knack for grooving to any beat. So yes, we are pretty much awesome.
What is it like having Ted Dekker for a father?
This is always a weird question for me; I mean, I assume that it’s like having any other dad. But, if I’m being honest, I guess that’s not exactly true. After all, he created Marsuvees Black, and white talking bats, and wrote books like Three and The Bride Collector. So he’s not really like any other dad. But, turn on some ABBA and he’ll dance around trying to embarrass you, or bring up boys and he’ll ask questions you don’t want to answer. So in a some ways he is just like any other dad.
I think people want me to say it was haunting. That at the dinner table he sat with darkened eyes and told ghosts stories, or that on weekends we took family trips to the local psychiatric hospital where we interviewed serial killers, or that we traveled deep into the nearest forests, looking for white bats that had impressive karate skills. It would be awesome if any of those things were true, but, unfortunately, it was much more normal; Setting rules, grounding children when those rules were broken (which was a specialty of mine), having serious life discussions, trying to embarrass me in front of any cute boy, praying endlessly when I finally got my driver’s license, and happily kicking me out of the house the second I turned 18. Totally normal dad things, except for the occasional “I’m trying to figure out how to kill this character creatively” conversation – I don’t think those exist in most households.
What is your favorite color?
Does anyone actually care what my favorite color is? I mean, it changes; sometimes it’s red, sometimes it green, recently I’ve really been into purple, then again blue does have a certain appealing quality, and since I’m covered in blue fur, it’s a good thing I don’t mind it.
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If you could be an animal, which animal and why?
Animal? Well, I guess I should start by saying I’ve already confessed to being a blue monkey, but I could also dig being a cat for one simple reason: You can be fat and people still think you’re adorable, which rarely happens if you’re a human, and is completely unfair. In fact, the fatter you are as a cat, the more people like you, as if being fat automatically makes you a soft, cuddly being. Really the only thing it actually proves is that you’re lazy and you eat too much. Oh, to be a cat.
If you were stranded on an island and could bring three things what would they be?
These questions have clearly taken a turn for the worst.
Have you ever wished you were a clown?
What? No! Who wishes they were a clown? That is the creepiest thing anyone has ever asked me. I mean, no offense to clowns, but I don’t even like the nice ones at the circus; in fact, if we were ever to go to the circus together you would be sure to catch me running for my life if a clown were to get too close. I’m a writer for crying out loud! Can you imagine what I could make a clown do in a novel?! A serious shiver just made its way down my spine. Next question!
If you could be one super hero who would it be and why?
First things first, I don’t want to be a super hero – I want to be a mutant and join the X-men. Nothing personal Superman, but X-men are way cooler. So let’s change the questions: If you could be any X-men who would you be and why? What a great question! Hands down, I’d be Magneto. Why? He can control metal! With that mutation you don’t need any other superpower – you are a living, breathing, kick-ass super hero all in and of yourself.
Besides, let’s be honest; if you knew me, you’d know I’m not really the saving the world type. I’d rather be the villain. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t like I purposefully want to inflict pain and torment on anyone (well, most of the time), it’s just that villains are really cool. Plus I usually like their outfits more, which is a huge selling point for me.
If you could have an illegal hobby what would it be?
Who came up with these questions, because I LOVE this one! Okay, so I have given some thought to this in the past (I can feel your worry and judgmental stares, but it’s all been for the sake of research and science… and when I say science I mean, well not actually science at all, -it’s not my strong suit- but I like to use the word because it sounds legitimate. Don’t ask me why, it’s just one of those magical words, science. Imagine it with an echo – it helps).
I would be a professional thief. Hands down, no questions asked. In fact, I already have a partner in crime picked out (Kelsey Keating, I’m talking about you) and the two of us would be ninja thieves, like pledges in the society of extraordinary thieves (surely there’s already a club – if not I’d make one). We would steal without consequence, because we would never get caught. And even when we got close to being nabbed, just when you thought you were one step ahead of us, we would pull a Sherlock and already be two steps ahead of you! Haha!
Unfortunately, to be a ninja thief one must possess acrobatic skills, a love of heights, a non-existent conscience, an incredible superiority complex, and the ability to fool anyone at anytime. I possess the OPPOSITE of all those things, so I’m pretty sure ninja thieving isn’t in my future – at least not in this lifetime! 😉