When we gave Pia Veleno a chance to tell us about her book, Solo Flight, and what inspired it, this is what she had to say:
In the opening scene of Solo Flight, Hawk is bolting out of an office building, his thoughts on what kind of weekend he’ll have. A good one? A bad one? Does it matter? Either way he doesn’t have to work for two days. Oh, how I know that feeling!
Why do I like to write about office workers when there are so many other more interesting jobs out there?
I tell myself that I do so because it’s a nondescript job for the character who has plenty else going on. It’s the role I give the character who stands on his own without his job to define him. That’s what I tell myself. Through Hawk, I think I’m ready to admit it’s also because the office monkey is the role I play when I’m not exploring relationship dynamics with the men in my head. What better place to start a story that should end happily ever after but right here in real life? In an office? In a cubicle? Perhaps even beside that co-worker that we’ve all wished we could silently strangle without anyone being the wiser?
Oh, I’ve written that short story too, but even changing the names won’t protect the “innocent” so that little tale of the really loud cubicle farm worker remains unpublished in the bottom of a drawer of running socks. No one would dare peek there.
So, office workers? Yeah, our jobs can seem boring on the outside, but beyond the cubicle walls we all have our stories. I snowshoe, belly dance, and write hot, steamy fiction. And Hawk? Well, he’s figuring it out, with a little help on the far side of the cubicle farm – a very rough start to his weekend.