About famed Dream City writer S. E. Hunt

Here is a quote from The Inventors’ Daughter series website in which I describe my collaboration with famed Dream City writer S. E. Hunt. (S. E. is a very close relation. In fact we could hardly be closer.)

Every night – very, very late – I fly high above the clouded moonlit ocean from Seattle to Dream City, never quite sure whether Professor Spotworth’s buzzing, sputtering Astral Phaeton will stay aloft for the entire frigid, buffeted journey. Once there, I join S. E. in a gloomy, back-alley coffee shop where we scribble, shout and toss notes at one another from opposite ends of a long, battered table.

 http://www.theinventorsdaughter.com/Author.aspx 

Why have a collaborator?  Don’t get me wrong.  I’m used to working alone, and I tried my best to research Dream City and write the book by myself.  I was shown the shark-shaped Aquarium.  I joined the Jupiter Space Museum, a five-story glass ball resembling the striped planet with the hurricane-eye riding on its equator.  I even travailed up to the Tripod observation deck where I could look down seven-hundred feet onto the three Dream Islands below.

But it was no use.  I could tell the stories alright, but the pages were as dry as a Pharaoh’s mummy.  No, I needed a partner who was not only a good writer, but a resident of Dream City and someone who actually knew the brave and clever Erin Isabelle Becker-Spotsworth.  I believe our collaboration, though quite stormy, has yielded far richer tales than I myself could have ever told alone, or he by himself for that matter.

I recommend to all writers that they occassionally take the opportunity to join a fellow scribbler and see if one plus one does not equal … well, who knows what? 

I suppose not knowing is rather the point, wouldn’t you say?  

ten day immersion vacation

It’s good to be me.

I’m currently in the middle of a ten day immersion vacation to plot out my new novel Timearang Pirates.  I get up at 5:30 AM. By 6:15 I’m being served the world’s best double-tall split-shot Americano by Corrine or Precious at a cozy Fremont cafe on the shore of the ship canal a mile north of the Seattle Space Needle. I take my seat at my favorite table and work on my story until about 9:30, have some breakfast and go to the gym.  

After a shower, I read source material before and at lunch.  Next, I’m off to the library for two or three more hours of writing.  A couple of late afternoons, I watched relevant films: Master and Commander and The New World.  Around five o’clock I venture out for my last espresso of the day with my friends before returning home for dinner. 

Quelle vie, non?

My Fremont friends Corinne and Precious