- What type of literature do you read?
I’m part of a book club, so I get to read all sorts of different genres, and I really try to be willing to read new books. However, I lean toward dystopian, fantasy, YA, and WWII historical fiction.
2. What obstacles do you encounter as far as writing is concerned?
You know, despite the amount of plotting I do, there are moments where I’m not just sure where to go next and I find myself having to go back to my outline to rework something. Often I write knowing that I’m not in love with the way I write, but I know that for me it’s in the revising stage of writing that I can refine the prose. A great quote I live by when it comes to the first draft is, “the only thing a first draft has to do is exist.”
3. How frequently do you write?
I try to write 4-5 days a week. Keeping that routine of writing and keeping my creative brain fired up helps with the moment especially when I’m drafting or revising.
4. Are you a plotter or a pantser? Have you ever tried to write the other way?
In middle school, when I first began writing stories, I was a pantser. I didn’t know there was any other way to do it. But then in 2019 I came across Jennifer Crosswhite’s story blueprint, and I realized how amazing plotting was for me. So now I do a mix between the two. I plot out the major points in the story, as well as the individual scenes, but then I allow the rest of the story to flow freely. Sometimes what I plan on paper, however, changes as I write, and I realize something new about a character that needs to happen instead. I love seeing the story take on a life of its own and many times the direction it goes surprises me.
5. Can you name authors who have had a big influence on you?
S.E Hinton inspired me to become a writer. She published a book at sixteen and as a middle schooler I wanted to do that same thing. Of course, that didn’t happen, but I still reached my goal, just over two decades later. Also Ted Dekker, Neil Gaiman and Kyla Stone. I love their style of writing as well as the creative worlds they birth onto the page.
6. Who is the most fascinating person you have ever met?
I would have to say my church worship leader Karre. Her life story, positive and encouraging personality, and her heart for God make her a fascinating individual.
7. What’s your favorite alcoholic drink? Or non-alcoholic?
Currently, an old fashion
8. What are you kind of obsessed with these days?
I have really gotten into the paint and sip places around town. I’m not a painter at all, but I can create a pretty decent painting when someone gives me step-by-step directions. It helps me stay creative but in a different capacity.
9. What TV show do you come back to?
Boy Meets World mostly because it’s super nostalgic to me.
10. What’s the best thing that happened to you this month?
My husband and I spent a lovely weekend in Estes Park, CO for my birthday weekend. It was the perfect weekend getaway to relax and enjoy the fall colors as well as all the elk hanging around town.
11. Your two novels are epic dystopian novels what was your inspiration?
The story actually started from a dream I had back in college. The dream was something that sparked the ending of the first book. I started expanding on the idea in college but my focus in life changed, which made me put my writing down for many years. 2019 was the first time I picked it back up again. At first, I expected the book to be a stand-alone, but as I kept writing I realized I needed more words to finish it.
12. Do you have trouble keeping your spirits up when you write dystopian literature?
You’d think that’d be a really easy thing to do, and there have been certain dystopian books I’ve had to stop reading because they felt too dark and hopeless. However, my goal is to write dystopian novels that have the hope found in them. My books have a strong Christian theme that runs throughout them and shows that despite how bad things are, there is always hope. So even when I have to write the darker scenes that makes even my skin crawl, I keep the hope in mind. I keep the ending in mind because my endings are never hopeless.
13. Now that you’ve written more than one book which is your favorite book Search for Refuge or Search for Direction?
Definitely Searching for Direction. The great thing about reading a series is that you get to know the characters more as the series progresses and that’s not just true for readers. The more I write this series the more I learn about my characters, which is partly why I love the second book. The characters are richer and go through some very interesting struggles and growth.
14. What are you writing now or next? Does Salome’s dream from the end of your second book Search for Direction hold a clue?
I recently finished a prequel novella for The Search Series titled The Search Begins. You can download it for free on my website. Now, I’m working on the last book of the Search Series. After that, I have another unique dystopian story idea. I don’t want to give too much away but it’s about a young woman and her mother-in-law who find themselves both widowed and alone in a dangerous world and must band together to survive despite their very opposing personalities. As for Salome’s dream. Let’s just say, dreams are always significant in this series.
Special question of the month
Do you believe in ghosts?
Not in ghosts but I do believe in angels and demons.
How can people find you?
Facebook & Instagram: @britneyfarrauthor
Excerpt From Searching for Direction
Amina continued to scan the area, ensuring there were no patrols in sight. That’s when she spotted a small mobile home park to her left. If they could get across the field safely and into the mobile home park, that would keep them hidden from the street’s view.
Once she was certain there were no patrols nearby, they took off through the open field and toward the mobile home park. It was still dark, but the first light was on the horizon. They would have to move quickly to make their way through the mobile home park and over the city’s wall before it was too bright.
Mobile homes that had collapsed or split in two lined the streets. Cars were strewn in all directions; some even piled on top of one another. Trash, clothes, furniture, appliances, and more were scattered everywhere. At the beginning of the Great Desolation, earthquakes hit all over the world destroying neighborhoods like this one in its wake.
As they continued their way down the street, Amina held her hand up, signaling for them to stop. She listened carefully. She relaxed a bit when she realized it wasn’t a car or drone, but she still couldn’t pinpoint it. The noise, a sort of groaning and hissing, seemed to be coming from one of the mobile homes.
Paxton crept closer and peered inside. A vicious meow echoed through the house. Paxton jumped back as a large gray and white cat pounced out of the window toward his face. With fast reflexes, he caught the cat and threw it up and over his head. The cat landed on its feet and ran off.
Paxton turned around breathing heavy short breaths. His hand was over his chest.
Amina was the first to start laughing. Soon the others joined.
“Don’t laugh. That cat came out of nowhere. It tried to attack me.” Paxton joined the group. A thunderous boom roared through the mobile home, which burst into flames, knocking them to the ground.
The heat seared Amina’s face as a smoke plume rose high into the sky. Her ears rang, silencing all other sounds, and her eyes captured the flames engulfing the home and the nearby trees.
Paxton grabbed Amina’s arm and tried to say something to her, but his voice was mute. However, the look on his face and his hand gestures indicated he wanted them to leave. He was right. An explosion that large, and that close to the city’s wall, would surely catch the attention of the Myriad. It was only a matter of time before a unit arrived along with a fire engine.
Amina and the others started running, still moving toward the gate. It was only a few yards in front of them.
When they reached the gate, they slowed and moved alongside it, searching for an opening.
The ringing in Amina’s ears slowly subsided. In the distance, she heard sirens blaring and growing louder. “We need to hurry.”
“There’s no way in,” Josiah snapped.
“Keep looking. With all this scrap metal, there has to be a flaw somewhere.”
They kept moving, pressing on various spots on the wall and looking for any weak points. There was nothing. Amina was surprised at how solid this wall actually was despite how it looked. She looked toward the mobile home park’s entrance. Lights bounced up and down as the firetruck hurled its way down the street. The firetruck was almost there, which meant the Myriad wouldn’t be far behind. They needed to get out of the abandoned mobile home park before they were spotted.