Scott R. Caseley was born in Nashua, New Hampshire. He gained an interest in writing in elementary school in nearby Hudson. Growing up, he carried a small notebook or pen on family trips making observations and frequently turned them into poems or short stories. While attending Franklin Pierce University, he co-wrote and co-directed a student film. After graduating, he wrote and directed a dramatic feature, co-wrote and directed a documentary and conducted interviews for an online magazine. He's also passionate about acting, and he's enjoyed performing on stage, in bit parts on film, and is also a trained voice actor. In addition to his creative pursuits, he is passionate about healthy living. He follows a fitness regimen consisting of several activities such as; weight training, walking, swimming, yoga, and hula hooping. He complements this by cooking several nutritious examples of international and American cuisine. Last, but certainly not least he also enjoys just spending time with family and friends until the early morning hours with plenty of laughter and coffee.
Author: Scott R. Caseley
Page count: 253
Genre: Young Adult – Coming of Age/Mystery/Romance
Tell us about your book:
When he finds his best friend Trey Goodsby dead and almost completely submerged in a bathtub filled with bloody water, Sean McIntyre is determined to find out if it was an accident or suicide. If it was suicide, why did he do it? And, did his death accidental or intentional have anything to do with Madeline Edwards, the woman who came between them constantly through their thirteen-year friendship? Isosceles, a coming-of-age mystery romance begins with the death of Trey Goodsby, and explores his relationships with family, friends, his romances, and which of the circumstances he found himself in that led to the tragic event, and the repercussions for those he left behind.
How long did it take to write the book?
Fifteen months spread out over a two and a half year period including after MuseItUp accepted it and I worked with my editors to fine-tune it for release
What inspired you to write the book?
When a number of people I know around my age passed away in the last couple years of college and in the first years following my graduation, I started to ask myself questions about death, friendship, and what it all means. Why some people are so revered after they pass, why we feel like someone’s an enigma to us if their death is unexpected, etc.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
It started out as a screenplay that I had hoped to sell as a telefilm to HBO or Showtime, after seeing how character-based their dramas like In Treatment and Six Feet Under. I thought that those networks would provide a great home for the three-dimensional characters that were starting to take up residence in my brain. Then, when I met my editor, she looked over a couple drafts of the screenplay and convinced me to turn it into a novel. Throughout the process, she helped me to discover where I needed more detail, where I needed to hold back, and really helped this novel to be what it is now.
As, the script and later the novel took shape, I read up more on suicide quite a bit, and the causes and reasons one might take their own life. I also explored ways that people with mental issues may do things for attention. I didn’t want to find any absolutes, because there is no one cause for this, I wanted to learn about real people and circumstances. For much of the book, I also figured that I could write about many issues without much research having lived through many of the following things myself; first love, divorce, best friendships, struggles in school, bullies, etc.
However, like when it came down to how certain things are made of, and I asked people I knew how had expertise in those areas. Online real estate listings assisted in getting figures on how an apartment in Sean’s price range would look. However, with all that being said, my next novel is requiring a lot of in depth research as I am delving into many topics that I need to familiarize myself with enough to actually writing about them in a compelling way.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
I hope people will read this and identify with one or more of the characters. Sean is not the most athletic kid, or the smartest, but he finds his way and becomes the best friend and son he can be. Madeline overcomes trauma to become a counselor for those in need. Trey faces lot of hardships, and makes a lot of poor decisions, but does some things to genuinely help others to see their own value. Maybe when someone reads this, they can relate and realize that it’s okay just to be yourself.
Excerpt from book:
“Go over to the play area. I’ll deal with you once I’m done with…ah…whatever his name is.” Carter nodded to where the rest of the kids kneeled, stood, or sat on a blue carpet, watching a boy building with wooden toy blocks. Right away, I could sense he intended on crafting something difficult, a scale model of the courthouse down the road from Footbridge. While the boy’s physical appearance seemed rather ordinary, his skills could not be beat. He hadn’t misused a single block. Without any hesitation or second-guessing himself, he knew what to do to put everything in the right place.“That’s so cool, Trey,” I heard a soft voice like the melodious whisper of birdsong, my intuition revealing the identity before my eyes did. Madeline swayed from side to side, beaming with her pearly-whites.
Trey paid her no mind though, allowing himself to be distracted only by his overgrown dirty-blonde hair, which kept going in his face. Sometimes, he didn’t even push it away. His focus so intense, a few times, he almost knocked into other kids. He never apologized for it, nor did most get upset. They seemed to understand he was in a zone, one with his creation. He circled the perimeter to detect if it needed something. Whenever he snapped his fingers, he’d call out “cylinder,” “triangle,” or “rectangle.” Madeline would select it out of a decaying cardboard box, to present it to him like an obedient puppy bringing a tennis ball to its owner.
Mr. Carter, with Sheldon behind him, returned from their business in the hallway. They joined the rest of us, studying Trey’s handiwork. Before long, Mr. Carter became entranced, too. It felt frustrating. Being an only child, I was used to being the center of my parents’ universe. Here, someone else stole the attention so rightfully mine. Worst of all, watching Madeline fawn over him drove me crazy. His hair was messy, his shirt dirty, and he was just average. Why did he hold her interest? Shouldn’t she see me instead? Mom knitted me this nice sweater and combed my hair before I went to the bus stop. My head started pounding from over-thinking the situation when Madeline moved toward him, letting her pigtail accidentally brush against his head. He didn’t seem to notice, but I sure did. I needed to take action.
Creeping over to the box of blocks less than five feet from the audience, I reached in blindly selecting a triangle-shaped one with green crayon on the side facing up. With everyone so enamoured by the courthouse, they didn’t even notice my hands trembling at my side with rage. Giving one last furtive glance to Trey, Madeline, Mr. Carter, and then ending on my classmates, I felt ready to execute the plan.
Many of the other kids started to pick up on my actions, giving me a brief moment of satisfaction. Their jaws dropped as they watched the projectile block following a jagged path through their makeshift circle. Of course, motor coordination issues since birth and anger clouded my vision. Translation: my aim was inaccurate.
The block went careening through the air, never even coming close to its intended target. Trey knew no fear, however. He must’ve sensed my imprecise aim the moment it left my unsteady hand. Without raising an eyebrow, let alone diverting his eyes from his structure, his arm swatted the wooden toy away like a fly. It changed course to come crashing down onto the bridge of my Madeline’s button nose. I’m not sure what started to pour first, the blood from her nostrils or the tears from her green eyes.
The bloodstained triangle ricocheted off her face to the courthouse, knocking it down like dominoes. At the same time, Madeline wailed in pain. Trey’s eyes cast down at his destroyed masterpiece, over to her, and finally to the crowd of spectators, with a cold, soulless expression. He breathed heavily out of his nose, needing to know who ruined his work. Sheldon, along with two other snitches, fingered me for the crime.
Where can we go to buy your book?
Barnes and Noble
Coffee Time Romance & More http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookStore/pubs_product_book_info/museitup-publishing-c-98/isosceles-p-9391?zenid=64b39640f2d9d31c7d87a56b91468212
Any other links or info you'd like to share?
I have two webpages, please like me at https://www.facebook.com/ScottRCaseleyWriter, and my blog is https://www.scottrcaseleyauthor.com. I’m also on Twitter @scottrcaseley, and you can email me at SRCaseley@gmail.com