My name is Asa! I am an amateur writer in the southern United States that loves art and creating worlds in my head. I’ve started to write about them a few years ago, and have been enjoying it ever since.
Currently, you can find me on: Facebook.com – Asa Livingston
Asa Livingston brings life to the colour spectrum as we know it; recounting glorious fables, dreadful tragedies, and tranquility within life’s simple moments — connected by colours of every hue imaginable. For as many colours exist, there are as many, or more, beautiful stories for your mind and heart to feast on in this Gathering of Miniature Tales.
Available on April 14, 2024!
When did you realize you wanted to be an author? When I started to write down the worlds and characters I’ve made over my lifetime, and showed a portion to my family and friends, who suggested I get in contact with a publisher!
Do you have a set writing schedule? No. The stories come as they please, so to speak.
Where do your story ideas come from? Most of the time, just things I have seen in the media that I love, or whatever that piques my interest. A lot of things have been created by just names, clothes, or music!
What else do you enjoy besides writing? I love drawing, painting, playing games, listening to music, or shopping. (I love antique things!)
Do you have a favorite book/story that you’ve written? I’d say my story that I’m working on of my android character, Grace. It’s named, “Gibberish.” It has a deep mystery that touches on family relationships and a mystic plan of world domination.
If you weren’t an author, what other career would you want? An artist! Graphic design, illustration, photography, fashion designing, or maybe advertising.
What comes first: plot or character? More often than not, the character. The world is then created around them, along with the plot and character relationships.
How do you feel when you finish a story? (Can I say that that’s a foreign concept to me? I’m kidding!) I feel satisfied with the progress and that I was able to complete it and can share it with others!
How much worldbuilding do you do? A *lot*! I love building fantastic worlds and making characters, too!
Do you write with music or background noise? Most of the time, I listen to music for inspiration, but I also listen to the noises in my environment, too!
Do you have a favorite genre for reading and writing? Yes! Fantasy, mystery, science fiction, and drama.
Where can your readers find you online? Just Facebook at the moment! Facebook.com – Asa Livingston
What do you have in the works now? “Gibberish” and a child-focused version of Colour Stories.
EXCERPT:
Purple was her hair and the flowers within.
Purple her gown, elegant in its form, graced the cobalt floors of her foyer.
Purple were the eyes of her beloved.
Purple burned in Anastasia’s heart.
Purple was her favourite colour.
Purple filled the air around the wedding.
Purple—like lilacs and lavender—filled her lungs.
Purple surrounded the loving couple… until the day they died.
Purple… the colour of love.
* * *
Silver strings of fabric clung to the broken architecture.
Silver beams worn down by the foul weather creaked as she stood powerful.
Silver hair of her scalp flowed in the wind, like a banner.
Silver armor gleamed in the scattered sunlight.
Silver swords and arrows sat on her hips and back.
Silver gashes were carved into her iron shell.
Silver blood spilled from minor cuts on her skin.
Silver chalices of fresh wine were taken to her as peace offerings.
Silver soldiers under the metal maiden’s rule destroyed them, knowing that the wine inside was poisoned.
Silver eyes watched the peasants try to make a truce with her; a simple compromise gone awry.
Silver creatures do not need to force the hand of men anymore but try to coexist.
Silver disagreements with long blades said otherwise.
Silver blood shall rule in the end… not red.
* * *
“Gold was his heart!” she wept, wiping water off her soft face.
Gold statues, figurines, and trinkets sat by her feet.
Gold jewelry and golden shoes decorated her body.
“Gold? How are you so sure?” the mortician asked with empty eyes.
Gold clad crowds stood near the funeral space, with offerings at the ready in their hands.
Gold light from the sun shone upon the mourning kingdom.
“Gold!” she bellowed through streams of tears.
“Gold was his heart! There’s nothing you could ever do to take my heart away from that thought!” she finally cried before breaking. Gold was her husband, the king.