1.
What do you wish men understood about women?
I think this question goes both ways.
Men should understand that women are emotional creatures but that
doesn’t make them any less logical. It might not be the same kind of logic that
they apply but still. Have a bit of patience and ask us what we really mean or
want, and you might be surprised at the result.
And women should know that men are very straight forward,
practical creatures. When they ask you what you mean or want, they expect a
straight forward answer, something they can work with. Go ahead and try it.
Just telling it straight has really worked wonders in my relationship.
2.
Do you only work on one book at a time?
I have worked on several stories at the same time but when I’m in
the editing phase all of my attention will go to one specific book.
3.
Who is your favorite fictional couple?
Min Dobbs and Cal Morrisey from the book Bet Me by Jennifer
Crusie. I just love how they try to keep away from each other but can’t. Great
and funny conversations as well.
4.
Do you have a favorite quote that sums up how you feel about
life?
Not
really. I try to make the best of every day, which doesn’t always work out but
thanks to my positive nature, I don’t worry about it too long 😊
5.
Do you set daily writing goals? Word count? Number of
chapters? Do you get a chance to write every day?
I
really should do this but I’m such a procrastinator that I just don’t seem to
get around to it. I just write when I feel like it and when I’ve got the time for
it.
There
is one thing that I do every year to help me fight the (quite often losing)
battle against procrastination and that’s Nanowrimo. It forces me to write
daily. And if, for some reason, I didn’t get a chance to write one of those
days, I actually feel bad. Unfortunately, around the end of December the daily
writing goals have become the weekly writing goals and so on, and then I’m back
to my bad habit.
6.
What do you like better, Twitter or Facebook? Why?
I’ve
only recently joined Twitter – about two days ago in fact - so it’s a bit too
early to compare.
7.
What are you working on now?
I’ve finished the second book in this series and will soon start
the editing process. Besides that, I am directing a play with a group of actors
I’ve worked with previously. The opening night is June 2.
8. Tell us
about your latest release and where we can find it
This book, Sophia Cobbs’ Wondrous World of Witchcraft and Misery,
is actually the first book I have had published. The launch date was on
December 5, 2017.
It can be found on the website of my publisher, Silverwood Books,
and on Amazon.
There is also an ebook version, which can be found on Amazon and
on Kobo.
Genre: Fantasy
Release Date: 5 December 2017
Publisher: Silverwood Books
Have you
ever tried to conjure up the perfect man? It’s not as easy as it might seem,
even if you are a powerful and intelligent witch.
Petulia and
Miss Level find out that there is more to finding Mr Right than just a flick of
the wand, and poof…there he is! Their latest attempt is gorgeous – as long as
you don’t mind the horns and the singing, which of course they do. But when
they try to fix him they run into some serious problems. To make things even
more complicated, a mysterious and handsome stranger appears. But there is
something not quite right about him either…
Will Petulia
and Miss Level be able to fix everything and can they use their witchcraft to
overcome misery?
EXTRACT
A muffled conversation between Petulia and Miss
Level was a distraction for all the people in the audience, but they didn’t
care. They were talking about important things. Like the weather. For some
people this might have been a good indication of how badly the actors were
performing. I mean, if the weather appeared to be more tantalising than the
arts, there could only be something wrong with the arts. Unless the weather was
actually extraordinary. I can understand that a hurricane would be very
interesting, but the question is: who would go to the theatre in a hurricane?
Clearly Petulia and Miss Level. It makes you
wonder if there actually were people around for them to distract.
In any case, a performance during a hurricane has a valid
reason for being below average. The actors were probably wondering
how long the
roof would hold up, and they had to shout to be heard over
the howling wind.
When one of them finally noticed that the two
audience members weren’t even paying attention, he signalled to his colleagues
and one by one they left the stage to find safety in the basement of the
theatre.
The last one shouted, “Switch off the lights
before you leave,” which made Petulia raise her hand in affirmative response.
And then they were alone.
“Finally! It took them long enough.” Petulia
grabbed her canvas bag from the seat next to her and stood up.
“Well, you know how daft actors are.” Miss Level
waited for Petulia to squeeze past her between the rows of chairs, then picked
up her own bag and followed. Instead of going to the exit, they crossed the
room and walked up to the stage. Petulia fished a piece of chalk out of her bag
and started to draw a pentagram on the floor of the stage. “It’s almost ten
o’clock. We’ll never get this done in time.” Three points were already drawn.
“Nonsense. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Miss Level stopped at the first point and put a bowl filled with herbs on the
tip. She rummaged through her bag again and found another bowl for the next tip
and so on. When the entire thing was drawn and supplied with the right herbs at
the right points, Petulia put her hand in her bag again and found two boxes of
matches. She threw one to Miss Level on the other side of the pentagram, who,
by some miracle, caught it perfectly. Then she checked her watch: 9:59. She
glanced up.
“Are you ready?”
Miss Level had a match in her hand, ready to
light it on the box. “Ready.”
Petulia kept her eyes on her watch while pulling
a match out of her own box. “Now!”
Both women lit their matches, waited a full
second with their eyes closed and then blew them out. At the same time as the
flames died, the herbs in the bowls caught fire. The women spread their arms
and started chanting indiscernible words. The smoke began to whirl around
between them, creating a sort of vortex. This went on for ten minutes. Just
when Petulia was about to ask if they were doing it right, a shadow appeared in
the smoke. First it seemed like the smoke just got darker, heavier. But then it
started to dissipate and they could clearly make out the form of a man. The
smoke cleared completely and the chanting stopped.
Petulia put her hands on her hips. “Damn it. We
did something wrong.”
Miss Level, who had a clear view of the man’s
naked backside and was very distracted by it, asked, “What?”
“He’s not supposed to have horns.”
Miss Level’s eyes slowly roamed up the man’s body
until she could see the unmistakable horns. She grinned. “Well, at least he
doesn’t have a tail this time.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sophia
Cobbs was born in 1982 in Dendermonde, Belgium. She has always had a fondness
for writing. In high school she wrote poems and short stories but mostly kept
them to herself. This is her first novel.
When
she isn’t writing or directing, she is doing one of two things: her day job as
Office Manager for an IT company, or scouring wine tastings with her long-term
boyfriend.
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