Into the Mystic : Ava Kelly

Into the Mystic, Volume Three is a short story anthology featuring nine paranormal short stories that center on a lesbian/bisexual romance. I’m super excited about it, since I feel there is a lack of LGBT fantasy romance especially ones that focus on the ladies. Since I know a few of these authors, they let me interview them!


Ava Kelly

It Started Before Noon – All Stories must begin somewhere.

Ava Kelly is an engineer with a deep passion for stories. Whether reading, watching, or writing them, Ava has always been surrounded by tales of all genres. Their goal is to bring more stories to life, especially those of friendship, compassion, understanding, and comfort.

Secluded Storefront by Ava Kelly
“Secluded Storefront” art by Ava Kelly

L.J. wakes up bound to M. Hollis’ wheeled chair, but she is not in her kitchen anymore. Instead L.J. is surrounded by books, cogs, wires, and bubbling liquids. A picture perfect steampunk laboratory.

L.J.: Damn! Serves me right for trusting a vampire and her delicious cookies.

L.J. scoots and the chairs rolls forward.

L.J.: Hello? Is there a mad scientist around? Maybe a minion?

Crash that sounds like tools and metal, but also pens and paper. Ava Kelly pops around the corner. L.J. wiggles her fingers to wave.

Ava: Oh! You’re awake already. That vampire told me you were a dream factory and would sleep for a hundred years. I hadn’t even gotten around to test you yet!

L.J.: Nope, just a friendly writer going around door-to-door in other author’s imaginations and getting interviews.

Ava: Aw. Serves me right for trusting a vampire and her discounts. Well, I suppose it’s nothing a sedative won’t cure.

L.J.: But the interview? I mean this silliness has gone along quite long enough don’t you agree?

Ava: I suppose…

Ava sits down and sips from a cup of tea.

Ava: You’ll want to know what draws me to F/F romance?

L.J.: Actually, I’d like to be untied before–

Ava: The same thing that draws me to queer stories in general. Diversity and normalizing diversity.

L.J.: That’s beautiful. Can I quote you on that. I just need to not be tied up so I can–

Ava: Names are powerful things. I’ve been an outsider throughout my formative years, raised in an allo cishet environment in which queer media was almost non-existent.

Ava paces through the laboratory, pausing as they encounter experiments that need fine tuning.Tightening loose screws, pruning idea trees, that sort of thing.

Ava: So you can imagine the revelations I had later on, when—through the stories and movies and books of others—I could name the peculiarities of my own person. When I knew that I wasn’t alone. I’d like to bring that feeling to others. I’d like to help them understand who they are, be able to name their demons and thus turn them into trusted companions. Because, hey, we’re all different and that’s what makes us human. That’s a good thing.

L.J.: So is untying your guests.

Ava turning sharply with a needle full of dream-dust.

Ava: What?

L.J.: What inspired “It Started Before Noon”?

Ava leans against a table stacked high with books and sets down the needle. One of the books stretches, yawns, and patters over to L.J.

Ava: That is a very good question, since “It Started Before Noon” is a story about inspiration.

Ava rubs their chin.

Ava: Honestly, I can’t remember what it was that started it all. One moment I was hopping through the mythology multi-verses—Wikipedia is both a burden and a joy, isn’t it?—the next there were storypuffs and muses and scientists looking for romance in a world dry of it.

L.J. nods helpfully. But as soon as Ava returns to their survey of the room, L.J. rubs her bound wrists against the hard-ridges of the book’s spine. The book arches up happy with the attention.

Ava: I must admit, I have a soft spot for steampunk aesthetics, the visual part of it most of all. The universe of “It Started Before Noon” has that aesthetic, but it has magic. A subtle kind of supernatural energy, persistent, generously infused in everyday life. A resource like everything else.

L.J. stops sawing through the straps when Ava turns to look at her. The hard-cover book annoyed bats at L.J.’s hands with its sharp pages.

L.J.: That’s really cool. You don’t often see sci fi and fantasy blending like that.

Ava nods and collects the stray books and returns it to its tower while it hisses.

Ava: The people living in this world are on a spectrum of magic… flux, if you will. Some are immersed in it to their core, it’s part of who they are, what they are. Others are at the other extreme, oblivious to its tendrils wrapping around reality. Most, however, reside in between, be they creators of magic or simply users. Talida, a muse, is a part of it. Ingrid, a scientist, cannot see it.

L.J.: Oh that’s a relationship fraught with conflict right from the start.

Ava: Indeed. Their personalities aren’t all that similar either. Talida is easily annoyed, but she also has patience; unless startled, in which case she acts rashly and without much consideration. Ingrid is exuberant, relentless, a little stubborn. Yet, when it comes to tending to her own happiness, she might give up too easily. They fit around each other, not perfectly, but enough to make them gravitate toward each other.

L.J. snaps the rest of the strap while Ava plays with a character mixer demonstrating the auras mingling.

The Storypuff and the Rose by Ava Kelly
“The Storypuff and the Rose” art by Ava Kelly

L.J.: It sounds like you have a really in-depth world for a novella. Was that a challenge for you?

Ava: When writing fantasy, the most difficult part is world-building without making it obvious. It’s easy to drop a chunk of text explaining how that particular setting works, its rules, its way of life; but considerably harder to interweave it within the story.

Ava reaches into a jaw of descriptors and begins to pepper them around the lab. A ‘thatched’ there, an ‘eye of newt’ here, ‘creaky floor boards’ all around, and ‘smoke swirling upward. The ‘gingerbread fragrance’ thickens.

Ava: Let it drop here and there, make its way into the reader’s mind quietly and unobtrusively until they’re there. Until they’re living inside that space with no memory of having to jump through. As a writer you have to know how to open the doors to your own imagination without yanking your reader through. Must have patience, must lure them with crumbs under the canopy, one after another on the meandering forest path until bam!

L.J.: Holy cow, we’re in a witch’s cottage.

L.J. is now imprisoned in a cage made of hard-rock candy.

Ava: Would you like some gingerbread to munch on?

L.J.: No, I’ve leaved my lesson about snacking in other authors’ imaginations. What about the romance part of the story? Was that difficult?

Ava continues drinking their tea, though they lean against a kitchen counter full of dangling herbs, jars of organs, and vials of electricity.

Light Painting by Ava Kelly
“Light Painting” Art by Ava Kelly

Ava: Romance is… weird, in a good way. There’s a thing I noticed over the past decade(-ish). Our world demands fiction to be more and more realistic. There’s so much technological progress that science fiction is becoming true. I essentially design artificially intelligent systems in my research.

L.J.: Wait, like…for real?

Waves hands and dispels the witch cottage and re-checks their e-mail.

L.J.: Ava… is an engineer… That reality is a hundred times cooler than anything I could making up.

Ava: Yeah, let me tell you: it’s mind-blowing. Twenty years ago, having an entire computer in your pocket would’ve been too out-there to imagine it as an integral part of our lives. Now that computer can be the size of a watch and you can still write emails on it. And remember those Star Trek comm devices? The only difference is that we’re wearing them around our wrists instead of on our chests.

L.J.: I’d give all my money to the person who designs a case for one that clips onto my shirt and stays in place.

Ava: One will probably pop up soon enough. So, now we have this world in which the impossible is suddenly not only plausible but also probable, and we start craving reality to bleed through. Romance as a genre is a mirror that distorts reality toward happiness, but the world is sadly too bleak. On the one hand we want to see the possibility of contentment, and yet, on the other, we thrive when it moulds around life as we know it.

L.J.: So the challenge of writing romance…

Ava: Is making it feel possible. Realistic enough to touch. In the end it’s all about fulfilling the purpose of romance: to give hope. And that’s pretty damn hard to do if your heart, as a writer, is not in it.

L.J.: Alright, last thoughts. What is your advice to new writers, Ava Kelly?

Ava: I’ve seen a lot of advice regarding writing in general, but a lot less when it comes to the struggles of getting your work out there. So I’m going to talk about the publishing part. If you don’t want to self-publish, you have to submit your work for consideration. To a magazine, a publisher, an agent, etc. and convincing them to buy your stories can seem sisyphean.

One of the realities of today’s world is that there’s just so much of everything in it. So many people, so much media, a lot fewer avenues of publication. It’s hard to shine from a pool of millions doing the same thing (and this happens not only in art-related fields, but also in research and academia). I’ve been publishing things in both fiction and non-fiction since the late ’90s and oh, boy! I have gotten at least ten times more rejections than acceptances, overall. Haven’t really counted, but that’s in the upper hundreds there.

It’s spirit-crushing. Heartbreaking sometimes. Discouraging to the point of hopelessness.

My advice? Keep submitting.

The hardest thing about this is to not give up, so how do we endure? Simply don’t stop—don’t set that quill down, that’s your sword! Polish the story, if you must. Rewrite it, reimagine, but never stop submitting. Be patient, let the no’s slide off and get back to it. Persevere.

L.J.: This has been a lot of fun for me and now I’m super inspired.

L.J. walks away before any of these nutballs from Into the Mystic catch her again.

L.J.: Can’t believe I got an interview with the inventor of our future Robot masters.


Find more Ava Kelly on their:

Lily by Ava Kelly
“Lily” Art by Ava Kelly

Instagram(where we can bathe our eyes in weird sunsets apparently)

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