May I introduce: Deborah Kreiser "Three Wishes"

 

Three Wishes

by Deborah Kreiser

 

 My guest this week is follow Astraea Press author Deborah Kreiser. She met her husband while they were both park rangers. She calls her blog "Going in Circles" because in German, "Kreiser" means one who goes in circles. Apparently that's her crazy life :-) I'm sure lots of us can relate to that.

1- Tell us a bit about how you came up with the story of "Three Wishes."

Growing up, I always loved reruns of I Dream of Jeannie, but even as a kid it bothered me that Jeannie was kind of an airhead and had to do as her master commanded. When I decided a few years ago that I was going to write a book, I thought about how a) genies don't come up often in current literature (though interestingly, that's changing), and b) I'd enjoy turning the usual genie trope on its head. Instead of a subservient genie, my Genie is athletic, smart, and she has to find her own master, not the other way around. And I thought it would be a funny twist to have her go from regular girl to va-va-voom curvy when she finds out about her genie heritage.

2 - What fills your day when you're not writing?

After working part-time and staying home with my kids for years, I just started a new full-time job as an elementary school librarian (which is totally awesome!). Beyond that, I sing in an a cappella group and I am training for a half-marathon.

3 - Tell us a little bit about your current project.

I love my work-in-progress to pieces, though I'm still working out some of the details and characters. I can say for sure it's a retelling of Romeo and Juliet from Paris' (and possibly Rosaline's) point of view. It's set in Washington, D.C., and the Montagues and Capulets are Democrats and Republicans.

 

 

Blurb:

Tall and lanky, Genie Lowry is only noticed at academic awards assemblies—until the day she turns 17 1/2, when her body changes from Kate-Hudson-flat to Katy-Perry-curvy—and she finds out she’s a real, live genie. Suddenly, every guy at school is paying attention to her, including Pete Dillon, her never-in-a-million-years crush.

But to gain her full powers and keep her new body, Genie has to find a master, and she’s not sure if Pete’s Master (or Mr.) Right. With help from her dead mother’s interactive diary and an imposing mentor with questionable motives, Genie uncovers the family history and genie rules she never knew. She grapples with her new powers and searches for the perfect master as she tries to make her own wishes come true.

  

Author:

If Deborah Kreiser had three wishes, they would include: a lifetime supply of calorie-free chocolate; a self-cleaning house; and the ability to expand time as needed. When not dreaming of her next plot, she teaches nature programs to preschool kids in Massachusetts, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters.

 

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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21526886-three-wishes?from_search=true

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Excerpt:

 We rush to get changed in the locker room, but while I wrestle my swim suit over my unexpectedly curvaceous chest, I realize, somehow, I have grown from a barely B to a voluptuous D. We’re talking, like, Kate Hudson to Katy Perry.

I pinch myself, and run over to the mirror. The cold, hard tiles beneath my feet remind me I am awake, though the bright overhead lights make me look like a zombie. I have seen enough — this change is real. But, frozen in shock, I can’t tear my eyes from my reflection.

For a moment, I think I stop breathing. Black spots fill my peripheral vision, and I start feeling lightheaded. I lean on the wall for support, and inhale, trying to keeping from fainting.

Recovered, I glance over at Leia to see if she’s noticed, but she’s still getting her suit on with her back to me. My hands flutter up, ready to caress my new curves, but I manage to resist,

knowing Leia is going to turn around at any moment.

Panicky, I wonder what I am going to do about this situation. I’ve sprouted boobs, hips,

and—stop the presses—major junk in the trunk. My heart’s beating so fast I think it’s going to burst out of my already burgeoning chest. I grab my towel and hold it in front of me, hoping it will provide some camouflage.