Hello Carol and
welcome. Okay, I guess I should dive into the questions.
Thanks for having me!
It's a pleasure to have you. All right, your
character Julian has synesthesia, and I’m pretty sure not many people out there
would, would you being willing to share what that synesthesia is?
Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon which a surprising
number of people experience in varying degrees. It’s basically a domino effect
of senses. One of the five senses is stimulated—think about smelling fried chicken—and it triggers another sense
that is seemingly unrelated—now the smell
of fried chicken is red. Or maybe the smell of fried chicken is itchy. But most people with synesthesia
do a color-sound association—they see sounds
as colors, which is how it usually presents for my character, Julian.
Where did you come up
with the idea of having a character with synesthesia?
I read an article about synesthesia, and then learned my
daughter knows several people who have it. She’s a classical pianist, and it
seems that people who are drawn to music performance—playing it or writing
it—exhibit synesthesia in higher percentages than the rest of us. I’d already
planned to write about a musician, and once I learned of synesthesia, I just
knew it was going to be his thing. And oh my God, is it his thing! He likes to
think he’s a low-key kind of guy who just wants to be left alone, but in
reality he’s all about the drama and his emotions run on the excessive/extreme
side. Throw in some synesthesia and BAM! The man is a mess. A delightful, sexy,
angsty mess.
He describes his
life as being lived inside a psychedelic kaleidoscope. And he can’t fathom that
other people don’t experience things the same way he does. At one point, he
tries to find out how Cleo, the heroine, experiences him.
Julian looked up from
where he stood with the road crew, waved, and headed her way. He continuously
jaunted to her side to touch base with a kiss or hug before heading back into the
fray. This time, he stayed to nuzzle his nose into her hair.
“Tangerines?” she
asked. She wanted to keep him with her for a while.
He grinned. “Yes. What
do I smell like?”
That caught her off
guard. She wasn’t sure how to answer. “I don’t have a good way of describing
it. I like it, though.” She gave him her best hubba-hubba eyes.
“But what is it?” he
asked. “I mean, you smell me, then what? What do you see?”
“Nothing. It’s just a
smell, and I only experience it with my nose. Although”—she leaned in and
inhaled his unmistakable, delicious scent—“it is often accompanied by warm,
tingly sensations in my nether regions.”
He raised his
eyebrows. “Your nether regions? You’re quite wanton,” he said, before getting
right back to the point. “But when you’re with me it’s just blank? Like,
there’s no thing or color or anything to go along with me?”
She laughed at the
unbelievable way he couldn’t fathom there was no “thing” to go along with him.
No colors, numbers, scents, or shapes. “No, you goof. It’s just you.”
“I must be boring.”
“Oh, you’re anything
but,” she replied, pulling him close for a steamy kiss.
What are the first
thoughts that come to Julian’s mind when he meets Cleo? What are Cleo’s
thoughts on Julian?
Cleo is dancing the night away with friends on her thirtieth
birthday (with some help from Jose Cuervo) when Julian first spots her. And he
assumes she is “either having a horrible
fit or suffering from an inexplicable lack of rhythm.” He offers his assistance, and things go from
there, eventually ending with an angry nipple pinch—no small matter since his
nipple is pierced, because of course it is.
What is your favorite
moment in the book?
My absolute favorite moment in the book is when Julian
realizes Cleo loves him for who is actually is, rather than the rock star image
he tries to project. Until that moment, he doesn’t really believe he is
lovable. I think we all have parts of ourselves we feel must be kept hidden in
order to be loved, and it’s a truly wonderful thing to know someone has seen
those parts and loves you anyway.
If you were to write
a biography of your life, what would your title be and why?
It would be
called Stranger Than Fiction. I think a lot of people’s lives are stranger than fiction, and my
biography would probably begin with the fact that I’m vegan and live on a
cattle ranch.
What color would you
pick to describe you?
Yellow! And it’s for a silly reason. When I was in the first
grade, our reading book had a character named Carol. She had bright yellow hair,
and to this day, when I hear my name I think yellow! It’s also my “happy” color
(maybe I have a bit of synesthesia, myself). But other people probably think of
me in earth tones. Those tend to be the colors I wear. Wow, Mom. Another brown shirt….
Last question, if
your characters would to describe you, what would they say about you?
Julian would say my taste in music is spot on, but he would
absolutely despise my lack of organization, and he wouldn’t understand how I
live without a working iron. Cleo, on the other hand, well heck. What can I
say? She and I are going out for drinks later—probably some place with live
music. We both have a thing for guitarists.
Thank you for coming
to What I’m Reading.
You’re welcome! Thanks for giving me an opportunity to talk
about my characters.
Color Me Crazy
Carol Pavliska
Entangled Select Contemporary
May 2015
Never fall for a rockstar...
Julian Wheaton views the world through a kaleidoscope of synesthesia, seeing the colors of every sound he hears. His life as an iconic rock guitarist was a stressful psychedelic trip that nearly destroyed him. Now he’s abandoned the rock ’n’ roll lifestyle for the peaceful sanctity of his recording studio, but when fiery Cleo Compton comes to work for him, she brings chaos with her.
Cleo Compton has had her flings with rockstars—and it’s left her wary and bruised. Julian may have those sexy bedroom eyes and drool-worthy tattoos, but Cleo is determined to keep things strictly professional—until Julian turns out to be every dream she’s ever chased. When he risks it all to hit the road with a band again, Cleo fears he’ll return as the one thing she can no longer abide—a rockstar.
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About the Author:
Carol Pavliska began her writing career as a family humor columnist and blogger, a pursuit she abandoned when her children became old enough to realize they were being exploited. To save them from further embarrassment, she turned to writing fiction.
The kids are still embarrassed.
When she’s not creating unrealistic expectations as a romance writer (ripped abs, dramatic temperaments, and eyes like bottomless pools of Hey Girl), she functions quite nicely in her real world, which consists of a delightfully stable husband and five children.
Carol and her husband, both die hard Red Hot Chili Peppers fans, raise their vegan brood of mortified offspring on a cattle ranch in South Texas. No lie.
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