Fantasy writer Ty Johnston is touring the blogosphere this month, in part to promote his latest e-book novel, Demon Chains, but also because he loves blog touring. His other fantasy novels include City of Rogues, Bayne’s Climb and Ghosts of the Asylum, all of which are available for the Kindle, the Nook and online atSmashwords. To learn more about Ty and his writing, follow him at his blog tyjohnston.blogspot.com. Below, Ty interviews Kron Darkbow, the main character of most of his fantasy writings.
Ty: Hello, Kron. Been a while since we’ve seen one another.
Ty: What’s that supposed to mean?
Kron: It means you are wasting my time, and it means it has not been that long since we have seen one another. You were just proofreading the Demon Chains novel.
Ty: Well, yeah, but I guess I meant it’s been a while since we were … uh … writing together. After all, it’s been a month or so since I finished writing Demon Chains.
Kron: Fine. Be on your way, then.
Ty: But I just got here!
Kron: Which means you can turn right around and leave.
Ty: Why are you being this way? Why so obstinate?
Kron: You created me. You should know.
Ty: Um, well, I realize you probably don’t like me very much.
Ty: But I guess it’s not because I put you in perilous situations.
Kron: Again, true.
Ty: You probably don’t like me because —
Kron: Because you are wasting my time.
Ty (smirking): Oh, yeah? What else do you have to do? I’m the one who sends you off on your adventures, and since finishing Demon Chains, I’ve yet to send you on another one.
Kron: Just because you are not forcing me to face down demons, cannibals or dark wizards does not mean I do not have other things to do. In fact, I have better things to do than talk with you.
Ty (whining): But I’m your creator!
Kron: You are also a writer, which is a notoriously wasteful way to spend one’s life.
Ty: What do you mean?
Kron: What, exactly, do you do to make the world a better place? Do you go out of your way to help your fellow man? Do you —
Ty: Now hold on a minute! I might spend my days and nights in front of a keyboard, but I try to entertain others with my prose, and from time to time I try to say something important about humanity, the universe, etc.
Kron: Which accomplishes nothing. Words, words and more words.
Ty: There’s nothing wrong with trying to entertain people!
Kron: Except you could be out there saving lives.
Ty: Well, excuse me if I’m not two hundred pounds of solid muscle with a big sword hanging on my back, and trained in the arts of melee from a dozen different nations!
Kron: You forgot about my years of training in alchemy, languages, and all manners of thwarting magic.
Ty: Yeah, you’re a regular Batm —
Kron: Don’t say it!
Ty: Say what?
Kron: You know what! Bruce and I are only distantly related. I am not based upon him.
Ty: I guess. I suppose you also have a little Frank Castle in you, and some Mack Bolan. Maybe even a smidgen of Max Rockatansky.
Kron: I have no idea who those people are.
Ty: That’s what Wikipedia is for. Look it up.
Kron: What?!? Look, I have to go. There are street scum needing beaten up, and monsters that need killing.
Ty: I suppose you’re the man for the job.
Kron: I am.
Ty: Okay, okay. I get the picture.
Kron: The what?
Ty: Nevermind. Maybe you’ll find out some day if I ever send you into the future or into my world.
Kron (grinning, all teeth): That would be interesting.
Ty: How so?
Kron: Because then I could hunt down you.
Ty (gulping): Okay, uh … that’s enough for the day, I think. We’ve taken up enough space on Carson’s blog. Um, Carson, thanks for putting up with our nonsense, and I look forward to any replies to this post.
Kron: You forgot to say goodbye, idiot.
Ty: Okay. Goodbye, idiot.