Interview with Jason Koivu

Hello Everyone!

We are delighted to have author Jason Koivu amongst us today at Musikdiv India Online Magazine at our Special ‘Authors Festival’ interview series to tell us about his new book Helping Knobby Get Back On His Feet!
Please read on …

Two odd-shaped friends use their wily wits and other words that don’t necessarily begin with “w” to extract themselves from a deadly fix in this silly, scary and sentimental tale for all the grown up kids that were weened on Dr. Seuss, Winnie the Pooh, Alice in Wonderland, and those creepy ghost stories that your older brother liked to torture you with. Now that you’ve got a job, family, responsibilities, and et cetera, does that mean you have to give up all those delightful stories? F that noise! “Helping Knobby Get Back On His Feet” is an example from a series in the making of just such tales. So kick off your sensible shoes and slip into some feetie pj’s for a little while! But just a little while ‘cuz those suckers make you sweat like a pig.

So Jason, we’ll start your Interview with the very first question

1.Please introduce and tell the readers something about yourself.

My name is Jason Koivu. I was born in 1972, I did some stuff and now I’m currently working on interview questions. Please read on to learn more!

2.What brought you to writing?

The love of a well-told story.

3.How long have you been writing?

Since I was about 12.

4.Which was your first literary project?Tell us something about it.

I hand-wrote a hundred page book when I was 12 that was a near complete rip-off of The Hobbit. I showed it to my mother and she gave me a “That’s nice honey” response that I took at the time to mean “Don’t quit your day job kid!”. It was my first rejection.

5.Is this your new/latest project?

I’ve done a few things since then. Right now I’ve got a non-fiction book about the jury system that I’m pushing at publishers. In the meanwhile I’m completing the first book of a character-driven, low-fantasy adventure series. Add to that a collection of related short stories that I call “a children’s book for grown up kids”.

6. Traditional books or e-books? How do you prefer to see your works published? Have you tried ever publishing the traditional way?

I’d LOVE to see my work in a traditional paper version. There’s nothing quite like holding a book in your hands, and to have it be mine would be terrific. For now, I’m very happy to publish online.

7.Can you give a chapter sample preview of your book here for our readers to know more about it.

I’ve include a sample of the short story I put up on Amazon. It’s from the kids book for grown ups I mentioned.
( Please look at the bottom of the interview for book excerpts )

8.What are your hobbies?Things that you enjoy doing besides books of course.

Playing the guitar. Playing basketball, though poorly. Trying to keep something approaching a flower garden alive in our patio area.

9.Who is your favourite author?

Patrick O’Brian. He did a lengthy series of historical fiction that most people would most readily know as the books that the movie “Master and Commander” was based on.

10.What is your favourite genre to read and also to write?

If I had to pick just one I guess it would be fantasy, but a particular kind of fantasy. I’m not interested in lost princes with a special power who save the world. I like to read about real people with real people problems, although I don’t mind if fantastical elements are involved on “realistic” level. For instance, if the writer’s going to insert magic into a world, they need to make sure they’ve fully realized the impact it would have on the daily lives of individuals as well as the greater world in general. The rules of reality are just as important in fantasy as real life if the author is going to pull me into their world.

11.Do you have a role model that you get inspiration from?

I like to read the books that established writers publish on their experiences in writing. Stephen King’s “On Writing” was very good and I also liked Anne Lamott’s “Bird by Bird”.

12.Where do get your ideas from?Do you take your story ideas from real life situations?

I take many of my ideas from life situations/experiences. I read a lot too and that sparks my imagination. As long as the ideas that come from other books have morphed enough into their own being, then I’ll use them.

13. Do you have a pseudonym?

As of now, no.

14.Whats your experience been like in the publishing industry?Postive or negative?Please share your experience with our readers.

I’ve had some rejection and some acceptance, so it’s been balanced. For instance, I’ve had the same short story rejected and accepted at numerous magazines.Publishers have their preferences, so you can’t take it personally.

15.Where do you see yourself 10years from now?

Writing full time with at least a half dozen titles under my belt.

16. What motivates you to write?

An inexplicable inner desire that’s been with me since I can remember. The need to be creative and to create a body of work I can be proud of.

17. How important is good cover art for your books?

Highly important and right now I wish I had better cover work.

18. Do you have a price strategy for your books?

Keep it low for now and develop a following.

19. How does it make you feel when you read a bestselling book that you don’t feel is as good as yours?

It gives me hope that getting my future work published will not be as difficult as I fear it will be.

20.Why do you think readers should buy your book?What can you offer them through your book?

They should by it because something they read about it intrigues them. With the sample story I’ve included here, I can offer them an escape back to “story time” when they were children.

21.Where is your book available?Any Buy Link for our readers?

22.Do you have a website or a blog that you’d like to share here.

Right now my website is:
But that might change soon, so just in case here’s my Facebook page:

23. What advice would you give to other writers?

Read books about writing and practice. Don’t forget to live life and learn from it, otherwise your writing well will dry up.

24.Anything else you’d like to share with our readers.

Thank you for reading this.

  • Thank you Jason Koivu for gracing us with your presence.It was a sheer pleasure.Good luck with your book.We conclude the interview here

    Thanks again from Team MusikDIV

    Book Exerpts – Sample Chapter

    Helping Knobby Get Back On His Feet By Jason Koivu

    Sample from “Helping Knobby Get Back On His Feet”

    On his weekly stroll along the hills overlooking Spritzerville, the terribly quaint village where he lived and worked, Bernard “Beanie” Wimple crested Topham Hill and rested for a while on a soft and fleshy lumpopotamus that, like him, was in no rush to get anywhere anytime soon. When younger, Bernard ruled his days from morning until night. Now in his middle years (or at least what he hoped were his middle years) he spent his days as idly or industriously as the day ruled. If a busy day arose, he rose to meet it, but if a lazy day loped up, he lazed along with it. It’s not that he wasn’t industrious, he just wasn’t as enterprising as he once was. If he was being completely honest, he’d tell you that with each passing day he felt as if he’d rather being doing a little bit less than the day before.

    “Monday is an excellent day for doing a little bit less,” said Bernard aloud to no one in particular as he reflected on the sunny skies and added, “and a marvelous day for a ramble. Much better than going to work.” He considered the sense Kaiser Moose O’Weeny, the local ruler of all the things, had in enacting a law that gave everyone Mondays off. It was undoubtedly the most popular law the unpopular Kaiser had ever passed, Mondays being the most hated of all workdays. Of course it meant having to work on Saturdays in exchange, but Bernard believed as did the greater majority of the people that one must make concessions now and then if one wanted to better one’s life.

    Taking his tweed duckbill cap from his perfectly round head, he laid it on his perfectly round belly and let the wind whip straight the one wave in his stringy hair. His small, smiling eyes wandered down the slope following the Tumbler as the stream bubbled this way and that around pink heather bushes and clusters of ferns, over smooth rocks and shiny pebbles, through all sorts of ankle-tangling vines and knee-high shrubbery right down into the village. From here he could just make out the rooftop of his haberdashery amongst the shops on Main Street.

    “A dog would be nice,” he said, regretting his choice of pets at a time when a four-legged companion would be such good company. It’s not that he wasn’t fond of the pet he had, but his beloved Gaiety couldn’t manage such long walks. Its stubby little legs were better suited for a light crawl about or perhaps the occasional hop, if the toady-like creature felt up to it. Imagining its shiny brown nose and big watery eyes that pleaded for acceptance, Bernard felt bad for thinking poorly of his pet sycophant, who seemed to live for the sole purpose of giving pleasure in the form of boosting its owner’s ego. It flattered him profusely and made him feel better on especially bad days. The day before yesterday had been an especially bad day at the end of a long, wearisome week in which all Bernard had to show for sales had been a feather his upstairs tenant Mr. Myles Thyghmaster bought for his fez (Bernard would agree with you if you too thought it strange to want a feather for a fez). When he got home that night, Gaiety had complimented him on his handsome brown eyes. As always it was apropos of nothing, but a nice thing to say nonetheless.

    “They’re not the worst set of eyes I’ve ever seen,” he said and he wasn’t being immodest. They were one of the few things about him that had any chance of standing out in a crowd. You see, Bernard was a garden-variety sort of fellow from his looks to his middling athletic prowess. The opinion of those who knew him best was that – while not being an ugly sluggard who passed his days knocking down perfectly good fence posts with his forehead – he was by no means a dashing Greek god who kept his mind busy with a bit of calculus during an afternoon’s brain surgery. Neither short nor tall or fat nor thin, a brilliant brain or a hopelessly bumbling buffoon, he was simply average. That’s not to say there were no ways in which he were above average…take for instance his midsection. That was becoming more and more above average with each passing year. There were a few other areas in which he was decidedly below average, but we won’t mention those, because it’s not polite.

    Bernard’s fingers jingled the two coins from that lone sale still sitting in his pocket, while the fingers from his other hand smoothed out his twirly moustache, and all at the same time he fingerlessly admired the Kaiser’s windmill across the valley over on top of Best Hill. His lingering eye spotted someone, no more than a speck of a figure at this distance, crawling up the slope towards it. A squinting inspection caused Bernard’s heart to leap with excitement as he recognized the bent form of his old chum Reginald Dillon Fitzgerald. At school he was called either “Fitzgherkin” or “Knobby.” Neither nickname was very nice, but as is the case, the way words are said can make all the difference. The meaner kids spat “Hey Fitzgherkin!” at him, while his friends called out “Good ol’ Knobby!” with welcoming smiles and jovial pats on the back whenever they saw him. He was great fun, well liked, and Bernard’s particular friend ever since they won 2nd prize together for a science fair project in which Knobby used his head, shaved bald and covered in baking soda, as a decent facsimile of the moon. That effort proved better than the following year when they won 3rd prize for their electricity project in which they rubbed so many balloons on Bernard’s head that most of his wispy hair fell out. But now Knobby lived in Weezy and though it wasn’t far, the two friends didn’t get to see one another as frequently as they might like, a common occurrence when folks leave school and leap (or lurch) into the “real world”.

    Knobby, trudging up the hill with his head down, appeared to be hiking with a purpose or perhaps something on his mind. Bernard hailed him from across the valley with a big wave and a “Hoo! Hoo! Haloooo!” but to no avail. His voice wouldn’t carry. So he adjusted his hat and headed as straight as he could for the windmill, skirting a patch of thorny woonbrush on the way down and picking a careful path through the Sumpkin Moss Mire in the valley below.

    Halfway up Best Hill he popped out from behind a blueberry bush and accidentally panicked a flock of sheep that went stiff-legged and collapsed in paralyzed fright at his sudden appearance. It was a temporary paralysis and nothing serious, so he didn’t feel guilty about laughing at the way they toppled over into the cushy grass as if on stilts. However, the very heart of his hearty guffaw was cut short by an eerie moaning on the wind, like a ghost doing its darnedest to spook the bejeezus out of whoever or whatever might be within earshot.

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