... K F Johnson
1.Tell me about your book Behind Closed Doors and where you got your inspiration for it?
I read a lot of fiction myself and watch a lot of television and one day while watching a not so great B movie, I thought to myself, “I can make more interesting characters and a better story line than this.” And so began the writing process.
2. Who has had the most influence in your life?
What lessons did this person teach you?
3. How would you like to be remembered?
Hopefully as a great and entertaining writer who had a knack for unpredictable twists.
4. How would you describe yourself in three words?
Sarcastic, Smart, Spicey
5. How do you react to a bad interview of one of your books?
As expected, I don’t like it and I wish there was a way to erase it, but, that’s life. Everyone is not going to like everything and I just have to get out of my own feelings about it and focus on creating more improved material next time.
6. Are the names of characters in your novels important?
Yes they are. I’ve changed the names of mine numerous times. Some are the names of people I don’t like, and typically end up being characters with issues, and some are names I feel fits the characteristics of the person.
7. Would you rather write for children or adults?
Adults. My sense of humour and explicit scene descriptions are way more PG13 and R than anything I’d want children to read.
8. Which do you find more embarrassing to write, violence or sex?
Sex. I include it in the book but I struggle with myself in trying not to sound too raunchy, and I think about what my parents would say if they read it.
9. What are the most important attributes to staying sane as a writer?
Being able to take criticism, know your strengths and understand that everyone else isn’t as invested in your book as you are.
10. What is your favourite quote?
If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll keep getting what you’ve always gotten.
11. What are your current projects?
I’m working on the sequel to Behind Closed Doors by popular reader demand, which I’m excited about.
12. If you couldn’t be an author, what career would you chose?
Acting. I’ve acted in my 20’s and I not only enjoy it, but I’m pretty good at it.
13. What’s your favourite love story? (movie or book)
The movie Love Jones. I just love the story of imperfect people falling in love, struggling through it and eventually finding their way back to each other.
14. If you had your own talk show, who would the first three guests be?
Oprah, President Barack Obama and Author Omar Tyree. Oprah and the President would definitely sky rocket my ratings and would have some great and entertaining things to say. Omar Tyree because I’m a big fan of his and his fan base would be one I’d love to tap into.
15. If you gave one of your characters the opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?
I write in the first person POV anyway but I think if Brian had an opportunity to speak for himself, he would say that he is who most people wish they could be and still be liked. Handsome, sexy and blunt. Unfortunately, other people and most readers would disagree with his view of himself.
Sometimes the people who seem to have and be everything that everyone else wants to be, are considerably different than what they represent behind closed doors. On the surface, siblings Brenda and Brian Andrews have the looks, money and confidence to make any prospective dating partner second guess their own worth. Unfortunately for them, and their chosen partners, the chaotic, manipulative & promiscuous lives they're truly leading makes them far from the fairy tale catches they'd like to believe they are. When their often abusive & alcoholic father dies under bizarre circumstances at their parent’s home, their mother's peculiar explanation and suspicious behavior lead them to suspect there's more to the story than what she's telling. After the doorway to dark family secrets is suddenly flung open at the funeral, many dust covered skeletons begin tumbling out. Soon the pedestals that Brenda and Brian once stood on begin crumbling beneath their feet, plunging them into a dangerous descent that they may never be able to come back from!
My mother, her sister Tonya, my sister, my Uncle Tony's wife Charlene, their two kids, and my dad's sister Linda were escorted to the front row directly in front of the casket. My uncle sat between my Aunt Linda and his wife and I took a seat at the end next to my sister.
I put my arm around Brenda while she stared intensely at the closed casket with tears welling in her eyes and breathing quickly. It was funny how one minute she was numb and unfeeling about his death, and the next minute she was tearing up. I knew where she was coming from though because my feelings were almost as jumbled up. Minus the tears of course.
"I don't want to sit in front of a corpse Brian," she whispered. "Especially his. I don't know if I can sit here when they open it up."
"I got you sis. It's not gonna be that long. Close your eyes and lean on my shoulder if you need to," I told her.
I know sensitivity has never been my strong suit, but whether my sister knew it or not, she was the only person on earth I loved almost as much as I loved myself. She was the only one who knew me inside and out, and who loved me no matter what I did or said. Sometimes we were the only ones each other had when my parents were busy playing "JERRY SPRINGER" vs. "THE COSBY SHOW" in our house. She was my baby sister and like all baby sisters, she was often a pain in the butt, but she was my pain in the butt and I didn't like seeing her in pain.
"Okay," she said taking a deep breath as the Funeral Director opened the casket revealing my father's still body.
Looking at him lying in the casket in a dark blue suit with his hands clasped across his chest stirred something uncomfortable up in me. Brenda took a deep breath, put her hand on my leg and buried her head in my chest. I saw and heard my mother sobbing. She reminded me of Wanda from the old sitcom GOOD TIMES with all of her tissue dabbing and "Oh lord!" hollering. My Aunt Tonya was trying to comfort her and my Uncle Tony was doing the same with Aunt Linda who was crying silently while tears streamed from his own eyes.
I turned my attention to the preacher who began speaking from the pulpit until I noticed someone else come and sit at the end of the pew next to my Aunt Linda. I could tell by the dude's hazel eyes and near perfect features that he was related to us on my father's side, but there was definitely something wrong with this cat. He was wearing a dark blue long sleeved suit with blue gators; a single gold necklace with a diamond cross, 2 diamond earrings in each ear, and his long hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I couldn't be 100% sure because of the distance he sat away from me, but I would've bet my soul he had eyeliner on. It was official. Either this was Prince….or cuz was gay..
I wondered why this dude would be so bold as to sit in the immediate family pew with us when I didn't know him from Adam? It seemed like my Aunt Linda was familiar with him though because she left my Uncle Tony's embrace to lean on the other dude. He looked down the pew at me and nodded but once I got a full glimpse of him I was nearly paralyzed. He looked exactly like a young version of my father.
About K F Johnson
KF Johnson was born and raised in Queens New York and developed a vivid imagination and an aptitude for creative writing, drawing and anything else entertaining at a very young age. Her first glimpse of writing success came in the sixth grade when she won a New York City statewide poetry writing contest. During and after she obtained a BA Degree in Psychology from Spelman College, she was a featured rapper, actress and dancer in stage shows, videos, commercials and movie shorts. This jack of many trades also obtained a Master’s Degree in Business but is now only passionate about mastering one; writing. Behind Closed Doors is her first published novel. She now resides in Atlanta Georgia with her family.