Friday, July 3, 2015

Blank Canvas By Mere Joyce ~ Interview ~ GIVEAWAY

Blank Canvas
By Mere Joyce

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Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Mere Joyce. Welcome Mere, I'm so excited to have you here today.  Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

Mere: I’m 27, and live in Ontario with my husband and our nine-month-old son. When I’m not writing, I work as a librarian, and when I’m not at work recommending books, I’m usually at home reading them. Of course, I also watch a lot of movies with my husband, especially those in the horror genre - I love the macabre!

Crystal: Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?

Mere: One of my favourite scenes in Blank Canvas is a scene where Maddie and her sister Autumn watch their neighbour Wesley play his cello in a folk-rock band. I love this scene because it’s a moment when Maddie starts to look at the world around her in a different light, particularly in regards to Wesley himself. It’s also a complicated scene, one where the mood shifts quickly, showing how unsteady Maddie’s life is.

Crystal: Where did you come up with the idea for your current release?

Mere: Blank Canvas actually came from a dream I had at the age of fifteen! While most of the story has changed completely since that time, the character of The Painter has remained more or less the same - the dream in which he painted the walls of my room will always stick with me.

Crystal: What are you currently working on?

Mere: Right now I’m working on another YA contemporary which is set in Ontario, about a family mystery and a cottage in summer.

Crystal: Do you have any special routine that you follow when you are writing?

Mere: Not really. Someday I’d love to have an office/library where I can shut the door and dedicate hours to writing. For now, I write whenever, wherever I can, even if it’s only in ten, five, or even two minute increments!

Crystal: Did you have to do a lot of research for this book or any other? If so do you have a fascinating fact that you have learned you would like to share with us?

Mere: Most of the research I did for this story was about painting techniques. I can’t say I learned a single fascinating fact, but I did discover some amazing artists, and I’ve gained a deeper appreciation for other artists I already knew. Like, did you know that Vincent Van Gogh once painted a portrait of a doctor and gave it to him as a gift, but the doctor later admitted he never liked it, and apparently the doctor’s mother hated it so much she used it to patch a hole in her henhouse!

Crystal: Who are some of your favorite authors that you like to read?

Mere: My favourite YA author is Meg Rosoff, but in YA I also enjoy Heather Dixon, Kendare Blake, Rainbow Rowell, and Ann Brashares. I read a lot of classics, too, and my favourite classic authors are Frances Hodgson Burnett, J.M. Barrie, Jane Austen, Edgar Allan Poe, and Arthur Conan Doyle. And in addition to Poe, I quite enjoy Stephen King and Susan Hill in the horror genre.
Honestly, though, I try not to read the same author over and over again (at least not all at once). I like to vary my choices, keeping the authors I enjoy in mind for future reading possibilities!

Crystal:  Is there any genre you haven't written that you would like to try?

Mere: I’d love to write a historical fiction someday. It’s a daunting thought because it’s hard to find the balance between fact and fiction, but when it’s done well, historical fiction can be an amazing way to introduce readers to an era or event they previously knew nothing about. Plus, as time-consuming as it is, research can be a lot of fun!


Three years ago, sixteen-year-old Maddie Deacon was abducted on her way home from her school’s Art Showcase. Five months ago, she escaped the madman she calls The Painter. Before being taken, painting was Maddie’s life. Now, it’s her nightmare.
Maddie wants to forget her years in captivity. She’d rather spend her time getting reacquainted with her parents and her sister, not to mention her cello-playing, beautiful boy next door and childhood best friend Wesley. But paint is everywhere, and tormenting shadows linger in every portrait she encounters.
When the yearly Art Showcase once again approaches, Maddie has the chance to win a scholarship and start planning a future far away from the horrors of her past. She knows she has to make a choice–confront her memories of The Painter and overcome her fear of the canvas, or give up painting forever.

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“Hello, Maddie,” Tim says, taking a sip from his Healing Expressions coffee cup. I’m glad he and Juliet call me Maddie instead of Madison, like Klara does. I’ve gone by Maddie since my days in preschool, and being called it here makes the office seem slightly less institutional.
Of course, it doesn’t make this moment any less awful.
“H-hi,” I stammer, my voice thin. My feet ache as I force them across the threshold. Tim prefers it if I close the door behind me, but I need to see my escape route. Shakily, I cross the room and sit on the bench along the wall of windows that look down over the parking lot. The cushions are soft, bright orange, and there are pink and green and blue throw pillows scattered along the seat. I grab the blue one, and hug it to my chest as I stare at the world on the free side of the glass panes.
It’s a strange sensation, watching the world like this. In elementary school, at recess, I would sit by the fences backing the neighborhood houses. With my head tilted into the cool fall or warm spring breeze, I would close my eyes and picture the people in those houses: people not working, people working from home, people driving the streets or watering their lawns or relaxing in front of the TV, while I remained stuck at school for another several hours. I have the same thoughts now as I gaze over the parking lot, far out to the park, the townhouse complex, and the streets beyond. So many people sleeping, reading, shopping––all while I’m here, trapped behind a wall of glass.
It helps to keep my back to the easel. Slowly, the panic of my arrival subsides, and I take full gulping breaths until I’ve settled into muted unease.
“How are you feeling today, Maddie?” Tim asks. He remains seated. I get antsy if his six-foot-three inch body looms over me.
“I’m fine,” I lie. I’m never fine. Not anymore. But declaring it is like stating the obvious.
“How’s school?” I can hear a smile in his voice. I like Tim’s voice, with its deep, quietly enthusiastic tone. I’m fairly certain I like Tim, too. Or at least I would, if the circumstances were different. If he didn’t have the task of prying, of guiding me into frigid, infested waters every time we meet.
“It’s fine,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
Tim’s chair scrapes across the floor as he stands. I keep my eyes fixed on the parking lot outside. I’ve found Wesley’s tiny van, and I watch it intently.
Tim approaches, sits on the bench a ways off. “Did you read any papers this week?”
“No.” The tension I nearly shed on the ride over here is creeping back again. I hate therapy. I don’t understand how digging into every unpleasant crevice of my subconscious is supposed to make my life easier.
“How about the news? Did you watch any?” Tim asks, even though I’m already shaking my head.
“Y-You know I didn’t,” I reply, and Tim breathes out, the resulting sound just short of a sigh.
“How many times have you had to avoid his picture?” he asks, and I squeeze the pillow until my fingers are white.
“S-Seventy … S-Seventy-two,” I choke out.
It’s become a habit keeping track of the number of times I stop myself from seeing him. When I go to the drugstore and see the papers lined in a hideous row. When the news comes on, and reporters rehash what happened.
In the beginning, it was far harder. There were articles all over, news stories, constant threats to my sanity. Five months on, most of my count comes from the personal attacks, the times I remember something, imagine something, and his face almost manages to push its way in.
“Good. An improvement on last week,” Tim says, the pleasing smoothness of his voice giving the achievement a more respectable air than it deserves. Last week there were seventy-eight occurrences. Having six fewer episodes means nothing, except Tim is trying to be as positive as possible.
Plus, there’s the phone call to consider. Last week might have been an improvement, but I’m certain my methods of diversion will fail to keep me from replaying the conversation I wasn’t supposed to hear this morning.

Author Bio:

Mere Joyce lives in Ontario, Canada. As both a writer and a librarian, she understands the importance of reading, and the impact the right story can have. She is a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, and holds a Masters of Library and Information Science from the University of Western Ontario.

When she’s not writing, reading, or recommending books, Mere likes to watch movies with her husband, play games with her son, go for walks with her dog, and drink lots of earl grey tea with orange chocolate on the side.

Twitter: @MereJoyceWrites

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  1. Thanks for being a part of the Blank Canvas tour!

  2. Thanks for the interview and the excerpt, looks like a chilling story! Good luck on the tour and thank you for the giveaway, also!