I Get Serious, Silly, and a Little Witchy Woman with Author Elizabeth Cheryl

I’m nervous about doing this interview. You don’t get it, I don’t get it, no one understands! I read Elizabeth Cheryl’s book, The Summerland, and generally I don’t get a chance to read the books for the people I interview. This time, I did. Should make the interview easy, right? You would think, but that’s not the case. I think it’s because the book revolves around death, love, desire, witches, time travel, general angst. It’s the dirt where I call home, but again, so nervous! Inexplicable! But I have a plan. Let me talk first about the fabulous Elizabeth Cheryl.

Elizabeth Cheryl has spent many years researching the phenomenon of witchcraft in Europe and New England. She was born and raised in Northern California. Her mother, Cheryl and her family were from a small town in Massachusetts called Newton. After moving to California in 1968, Elizabeth’s mother began exploring her role as a woman in the modern-day church. Elizabeth grew up over the years learning and absorbing her mother’s spiritual teachings through many types of religions.

And let’s talk about her book, The Summerland.

Abigail thought her life was almost normal—until she awoke in the year 1692. When Abigail Parker graduated from high school, she thought she was going to spend her summer enjoying social events with her friends and prepping for college. But after the sudden death of her mother, she was forced to move to Salem, Massachusetts, with her eccentric Aunt Bridgette. Unearthing an old book from her closet, Abigail begins a journey like no other……..

 

Elizabeth will always have a special place in my heart. We bonded at RT, and as most writers know, conferences have a way of forging relationships like war. In the end, writing is more about war than most things, so I guess that makes sense.

So, this is what I am going to do. I am going to start out deadly serious and work my way to silly. Cover me, I’m going in.

Aaron: A lot of YA novels start out with the main character struggling with the death of a parent. My own YA novel, The Never Prayer, has such a start. But for you, things are different. You lost your mother during the writing of the book. How did that affect your book?

Elizabeth: Well first of all I wanted to thank you for having me on your very fun and thrilling blog. I always enjoy working and writing with you. We had a lot of fun at RT, my BFF!

But to answer your first question, it was something I never expected when I started this journey, Aaron. The ironies in this book and what has happened in my life recently, frankly are spooky. Abigail, my main heroine in the story, is from Boston, as was my mom. Abigail loses her mother to cancer as I did my mom. Throughout writing this story over an eight-month period, my mom sort of took on the role of my editor. It was a beautiful time for her and I. We laughed and cried through the process. My mom passed away the week after we completed the book. Needless to say it was beyond heartbreaking. My life has not been the same since and not sure it ever will. When my novel was published, the road of edits began. I had to make some changes to Abigail’s outlook on the loss of her mother because now I was writing it from a much realer perspective unfortunately.

Aaron: Did you feel close to your mother during the novel? In what ways?

Elizabeth: Absolutely…I felt as if I was writing for her most of the time. I would write one page, print it and she would sit and read it right away. I would anxiously await her reaction. She was my inspiration.

Aaron: Your novel revolves around the Salem Witch trials. Why do you think witch-burning was a part of our collective history? And why do you think it stopped?

Elizabeth: That’s such an interesting question. You’re really making me think on this one. I think through history we as a society are fascinated with stories of trials and tribulations. I think anytime you cannot fully explain or understand an event that had consisted of unfortunate bloodshed it creates a frenzy of rumored curiosity.

As for why it stopped, there are a few records indicating that the Governor of Massachusetts, Sir William Phipps, was the man who eventually stopped the trials. He turned a blind eye to the brutal killings until finally his own wife was accused. You can imagine how quickly it was all brought to a halt.

Aaron: While you were working on The Summerland, you met a girl who looked exactly like your main character, Abigail Parker. Tell us a little about what happened and what that led to.

Elizabeth: Yes it was crazy! I was at a Waffle House and there was a teenage girl that looked exactly as I pictured Abigail to look. I approached her–I’m sure she thought I was crazy. I told her I was writing a book and she looked just like I had pictured my Abigail. She smiled huge and said that she was moving to LA to be an actress and that she wanted to keep in touch with me in case the book would ever be made into a movie. This was two-and-a-half years ago and we are still friends. We are waiting patiently for the book to be a movie and her adorable face as Abigail. 😉

Aaron: Your cover is striking. Where did you get the wonderful picture of the tree and what is its significance?

Elizabeth: Aw… Thank you, Aaron. I love the cover as well. I found the tree on i-stock and my publisher had the graphic artists do their magic. The meaning of the tree is one that was important to the story. The accused during the trials were hung on a large Oak Tree. It was sad to see such a beautiful, strong tree to be used as a killing machine. To have its magnificent branches strapped with nooses to take a life. I wanted to picture the Oak as it should be and that’s glorious and strong.

Aaron: Okay, girlfriend, your website rocks the party, rocks the party right! How did you get such an amazing website? Amazingly amazing. I’m amazed. Cheryl’s website (heads-up; music plays when you click the link).

Elizabeth: Really?! You thought it was amazing? I am a green pea at making websites and I’m learning as I go. Thanks for the props though on finding a way to stick my website in the article!

Aaron: If I traveled back in time to 1692, I would miss the following things: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (yeah, try to burn Willow, I dare you), bicycles, Pellegrino, decaf coffee with Silk brand soy creamer, modern Mexican food, and hot tubs. What would you miss?

Elizabeth: Haha… I would miss, black and white Starbucks coffees, Bloody Marys, True Blood, showers with body wash, straightening iron, and sushi.

Aaron: If you could bring any of the characters in your book to life, who would you choose and why? Man, that is such an awesome question, I want to answer it, but I’ll restrain myself.

Elizabeth: Hmmmm that is a good question! I would bring Mary Elizabeth, I think. She is so wise and I could learn so much from her. Plus, she could teach me to time travel!

Aaron: Okay, last question, though I’m still hung-up on the question from before. I so impress myself. Let’s say you and Abigail teamed up to bring a group of people from 1692 forward in time to the present day for a weekend. Where would you take them? What would you do?

Elizabeth: Oh Geez…. Let’s see. I would take them to San Francisco for sure. They would be in shock if they saw our advances in technology. And I would take them on a Cable Car ride through the hills. We would eat clam chowder on the wharf and end the weekend on a ferry ride to Alcatraz stopping for pictures under the Golden Gate Bridge. It would be breathtaking.

Thanks so much, Elizabeth!  Had a great time!

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Elizabeth’s guest post on this blog: The Demons of Addiction
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Mondays Are Hell Guest Post: The Demons of Addiction

Elizabeth Cheryl

Elizabeth Cheryl is a fellow Crescent Moon Press writer and her novel The Summerland is due out this month.  I sent word out to my fellow CMP writers that I was looking for guest bloggers to write about demons and Elizabeth took me up on the offer.  What she has given me is moving, and though it’s not the funny, or well, forced-humor of my regular posts, it is stirring.  I am very proud to showcase her talent and thoughts.  You can find more of her gorgeous writing on her website.

Thanks again to Elizabeth for her wonderful piece.

Elizabeth Cheryl writes: When we are young we are taught that addiction belonged to drug users and alcohol abusers. It wasn’t until I reached my mid-twenties did I realize that there are many forms of addiction. It’s not that I hadn’t already experienced my own addictions before then but I clearly didn’t see the signs until later in life. I had what we could call Love Addiction. I know it doesn’t sound scary or at all close to terrifying but the effects of Love Addiction and the demons that lurk in the dark parts of us can wreak havoc in our lives.

It all started on one sunny Sunday morning…..wait, who am I kidding? I have no idea when it started. All I know is that I have had some of the darkest demons visit me in my life from violent or dysfunctional relationships. I do have memories though of being a very young girl watching my step-dad hit and abuse my mom. As a child witnessing such an act can cause emotional damage that we are not aware of until we look back at our life’s choices.

I have one particular memory of him striking her so violently that she fell down an entire flight of cellar stairs and hit her head on the cement basement floor. I was only seven at the time but I recall her not moving for a few minutes. That image still holds terror in my gut as I write about it. Memories that I rarely revisit.

We have to ask ourselves at what point do we as humans go from being a loving supportive partner, doing daily chores and picking up kids to hitting your spouse so hard that it immobilizes them? I went to a conference last weekend in San Jose called, PantheaCon. [Admin: Pantheacon is the largest indoor gathering of pagans in North America, according to their website.] I know it sounds a little different and it was, but it was fascinating all the same. The theme of the conference was Unity in Diversity. One of the workshops presented at the conference was an exorcism of some sort. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I showed up to this workshop.

The room was filled with a few hundred people and it was semi-dark. There was a fire pit with a fake fire, of course, seeing it was indoors, and a circle around the fire made up of six to seven people with drums. As they began to close the doors to get started everyone got very quiet. One of the women began to chant as she cast a very large circle around the room protecting us from negative energy. She talked of demons and their powers that can grab hold of us and manifest inside. But these are not actual demons with horns and fanged teeth, these demons are of our own creation. Demons of fear, greed, anger, rage, obsession and so on.

These demons that live in our darkest parts of our mind and soul eat at our potential every waking hour and every moment of sleep when we have no control over our thoughts. They evolve in our dreams turning them into nightmares. Whatever we are battling in life whether it be a loss of a job or a loved one. The need for money and food on the table or an abusive relationship. Weather it be verbal abuse, physical or emotional it will bear down on you in your subconscious mind. In this Exorcism we were to connect with what was ailing us that night, I connected mostly with greed. I feel as if I never have enough money, enough love, enough of the finer things. I see the house that I want to live in someday and I just want it…

Now some of you may say that we need those goals to be put in front of us so we may strive to succeed and do better. And I will not disagree with that perspective but our Ego has a lot to do with how we go about achieving those goals and what we find important enough to sacrifice in achieving them. What are you willing to sacrifice to have the nicer car and the bigger house? Will you give up time with your family or will you work yourself to the bone with no time left to enjoy what you own?

These thoughts ran through my mind dizzying me like a spinning top as I watched countless people enter the center of the circle dancing and shaking. They were releasing their inner demons, their addictions. Some thrashed their heads from side to side, some just danced to the beat of an aborigine type drum and some stood in the middle of the circle and just screamed the words, “Greed, Fear, Rage!!” It was the most intense and the most human thing I have ever experienced in my life. Seeing that this was my first time witnessing anything like this I enjoyed watching more than I would have joining. The drumming was playing to my soul as humans danced and released their demons amongst perfect strangers. And the most beautiful part about it was that no one cared what they looked like nor did they care what anyone thought. This was our time to release what life and society had covered us with.

Now that’s not to say we all walked out of there different people that night but it definitely made me think about how much I let fear, greed and obsession control parts of my life. The obsession part has been the one thing that I could say has been the most damaging. Years and years of failed relationships with all types of abusers. Physical abusers with demons so dark in their soul that we had to move to another city when I was twelve to avoid him ever finding me, unfortunately he still did. A twenty-six-year old math tutor that my mom had hired for me when I was eleven, turned into a potentially deadly stalker for four years until he was arrested and sent to San Arita State Prison. But that’s for another story.

I then went on to relationship after relationship ending them as I danced along to the next when it wasn’t working for me, completely numb to their feelings of pain. As this process continued I became my own demon of addiction, addicted to the highs of the butterflies in your tummy and the euphoric feelings of falling in love. Come to find out later in life that I really had no idea what the heck love was in the first place. You see, I thought all that good mushy stuff in the bottom of your belly was actually LOVE! Well leave it to my surprise when a few hits to the eye or a hundred foul words and years of starting over and over and…over, did I finally get the big red flag placed on my front door step.

How many times do we need to see that damn red flag before we put up our white one?

If you are battling demons from rage or abuse or any form of addiction it’s time to put your white flag up! If you are playing ping pong and you think that just by hitting the ping pong ball back to your abuser softly is ending the game, or even if you still have the paddle in your hand and you think that you have stopped playing the game? You’re wrong…. You will only rid your life of those nasty demons when you take that paddle and set it down. Game over…Perform your own exorcism and rid your life of the darkness that brings you down or holds you back.

We all say it but it couldn’t be more true, life is too short to be kept in the shallows of it. You belong with the Angels, not the Demons.

Best of Blessings,
Elizabeth Cheryl

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