On a much lighter note, I found this old interview on my desktop that I don't think was ever used so I'm posting it here. Hanna from my first book is being interviewed by Death. I have no idea why–like I said, I did this a long time ago.

Give me a one-line description of your book. The hook, if you will. What's the "Hey, cool!" about the book?

I run away to strange town called Portero that's full of monsters and doors to other worlds, and I have to use my wit, charm, and good looks in order to survive. It's easy for me—I come from a long line of almost diabolically fascinating women.

What's the worst thing about your situation in the book? (Please describe the situation. In great detail.)

The worst thing for me is that my family situation isn't the best. Poppa died and left me with his bitch sister who hates me…which is partially my fault, I'll admit it, since I smacked her upside the head with a rolling pin. But I only did that as a last resort! Normally, I'm very levelheaded. Which is why I ran away from home. To live with my mother. Who I'd never met. And who also wants nothing to do with me. But I'm sure I can talk Momma into letting me stay with her. I'm almost certain I won't have to use a rolling pin on her or anything crazy like that.

What's the best thing about your situation? (Again, details.)

 I finally get to spend time with Momma. And I get to meet lots of interesting people. And by interesting, I mean weird. Turns out Portero is full of weirdos. They hate outsiders and only wear black because their town is full of monsters and people die all the time so basically they're always in mourning. I kind of like that. Not that people die all the time, but that there are monsters here. People are so busy trying to, you know, not die, that they don't even care that I'm manic-depressive.

If you could be anyone, who would it be? (Fictional character or real person.) Why?

I wouldn't be anyone but who I am. Other people are so cowardly, afraid to go after what they really want, constantly weighing the pros and cons, and worried about "consequences". I never worry about anything. I just do whatever I want to do, whenever and however I want to do it. I wouldn't trade that for anything.

What's your standard outfit? What wouldn't you be caught (ha ha) dead in?

I wear purple dresses, mostly. Sometimes I'll wear a skirt if I'm feeling daring, but no matter what I wear, it has to be some shade of purple. Purple was Poppa's favorite color, and it just seems disrespectful to wear any other colors. I'd never wear blue jeans. They're so constricting. My girlie area prefers to be free and unobstructed.

What are you most afraid of? Why? How do you move past that fear?

I'm afraid of being alone. When I get really manic, I start to detach from reality. Having people around helps keep me connected to what's real. It's even better when the person loves me, because then I know I'm safe. I know I'll be protected. To keep from being alone, I tend to latch onto people, whether they want me to or not. I know Momma would love to escape my clutches—she's really afraid to get close to people—but I'm a hard girl to discourage.

What's one thing about you that no one else knows? (You can trust us. Really.)

Back when I was in Dallas, I sat next to this guy on a bench at the park and we started talking about this and that. He was really funny and kinda cute, so I started making out with him. It wasn't until I chipped my front tooth against his mouth that I realized he was a statue and not a real guy at all. Hallucinating can be a real pain sometimes.

In BLEEDING VIOLET, were there any parts of the story where you were like, Dia, what on earth are you making me do? Or were you and your Creator in sync the entire time?

Dia never tried to make me do anything. If anything, she tried to get me to stop doing stuff. She's way more uptight than I am, that's for sure.

If you had your way, what would you change about BLEEDING VIOLET?

I'd wear uglier clothes. I ruined so many cute dresses and lost so many pairs of shoes trying to battle the forces of evil, like, I can't even describe it.

If you could make your Creator, Dia, do anything, what would it be?

I'd force her to write a sequel so that I can have even more time in the spotlight. But I think Dia's still a bit traumatized from our first go-round. I tend to have that effect on people.

Tell me one thing in the real world that you wish you could change.

I wish the real world wasn't so dull and…monsterless. I'm lucky I have a place like Portero to fit into. I think that in the real world, people would think that I was a monster, just because I'm so different. Probably no one would even want to be friends with me.

If BLEEDING VIOLET goes Hollywood, who should play you in the movie? What about Rosalee?

I think I should play myself. There really is no one else like me in the universe. There's not even anyone who could pretend to be me; no one is that good of an actor. Momma would never agree to star in the movie—she hates everybody—but Thandie Newton or Sanaa Lathan or N'Bushe Wright might do a good job pretending to be as fascinating as she is. As for Wyatt…I think he's like me—one-of-a-kind.

If there's anything I haven't asked that you really want to talk about, go for it!

Well, since we're on the subject of Wyatt, I just want to say that our relationship isn't as one-sided as he seems to think it is.  Sure, I may take advantage of his feelings for me, but I take advantage of everyone. So if you're reading this Wyatt, please understand that I'm not singling you out—I'm an equal opportunity user. But just because I use you doesn't mean that I don't love you. Because I totally do.

If there's one piece of advice you could give to your fans, what would it be?

If you want something, take it. Life's too short to be sitting around empty-handed. Oh, and don't let the monsters eat you.

Finally, who's your favorite Horseman of the Apocalypse?

Death, of course.  And no, I'm not flattering you. You know that I've been wanting to meet you for a loooong time. I'm just fortunate that this meeting didn't involve any blood or carnage—that's very rare for me, you know? So. Want to come over to my house for lunch? I'll make my famous blood pancakes!