A Word with Monique Happy

Meet Monique Happy, editor extraordinaire. Now, I know that sounds like another made up name, but I swear to the gods that's what she is called. I wished my name was Happy. Brown. Brown. Brown. HAPPY! I must investigate the costs of legally changing my name. You read this while I surf the interwebs for a price match. 

Who in the hell are you? What are you doing on my blog! Oh… that’s right, I invited you. *ahem* I meant to say, take a moment to introduce yourself.

My name is Monique Happy, and I’m an editor. Sometimes known as the Zombie Editor, since I got my start on post-apocalyptic books. *smile*

If you could pick one word to describe your creative side, what would it be, and why?

Sparkles. Because everything’s better with sparkles. Hey, I didn’t say it was artistic, just creative.

What do you like on a baked potato?

Everything. Extra sour cream. Nom nom nom.

What do you think lead you to do that voodoo that you do so well?

Sheer luck. I fell into editing for indie authors and instantly “knew” that this was what I’d been missing my whole life. I have an eagle eye for errors and an ear for the author’s “voice”. To me, editing is like solving the world’s most fascinating puzzle. I get in the zone and derive a great deal of satisfaction from it.

Who do you consider your biggest influence in your field?

I’d have to say my mom. She’s not an editor, but she was a legal secretary and then a paralegal for many, many years. She’s the reason I went to work in law firms. She’s meticulous, detail-oriented, and the fastest typist I’ve ever met. She gets stuff done, and done right.

What’s the biggest potato you’ve ever eaten?

A half-pounder? Now I’m hungry.

If you had to pick between the three primary colors—yellow, red and blue—which do you think the world could do without?

That’s tough. Gotta have yellow for the sunshiny things. And blue for the ocean and the sky. I guess I’d pick red. But my favorite color is pink so I’d miss out on that. Without red, what color would blood be?

Do you prefer granny panties or thongs? Or perhaps neither?

Big girl panties. I put them on regularly.

You don’t say? Regularly? *narrows eyes in suspicion*

In fifty lying words or less, tell us why they call those little buds on potatoes ‘eyes.’ (In other words, I am not looking for the real reason. Be creative!)

The potatoes are actually intelligent life forms, sent here from a distant planet named Eotatop in the star system Seirf Hcnerf. Their eyes are tiny little lenses attached to recording devices so they can report back on us. So far, they are not impressed.

In one word, describe the secret to success.


Why is it I can never find a parking place when I am in a rush? Every time I go somewhere just for funsies or goofing off, there are twenty places right up front. But if I am in a rush? Nope! Not a space in site!

Personally? Because when I’m in a rush, I’m not stopping to smell the roses. It’s Higher Power’s way of telling me to sloooowwww downnnn. Same with hitting every red light in a row. I once avoided a major car accident by seconds. After I’d spent the last ten minutes bitching about all the red lights. Realized that if I’d been any faster, I would have been IN that intersection when the accident happened.

How many potatoes do you think you can you lift? I am talking standard Idaho, approx 13.5 oz. What? I am NOT obsessed with potatoes! You’re like the twelveityith person this week to say that. Just answer the question.

You are SO obsessed with potatoes. The potatoes are taking note of this fact. If you disappear suddenly, I’ll know why.

I’ll expect a successful extraction. Potatoes are dangerous things. You will need heavy firearms.

If you could treat any one person to dinner and a movie for all they have done for you, who would you take, where would you eat and what movie would you see?

My mom. See a pattern here? I’d probably take her to a nice restaurant by the water. We’d each get a salad and nibble on the bread, bravely pretending we’re enjoying the rabbit food. (We’re both always trying to lose those extra pounds.) As for a movie? I think the last movie I went to with my mom was Old Yeller. We were both scarred for life. I think she’d prefer if we went to a craft store and spent the hundred bucks there.

What projects do you have on the burner right now?

Building my new website. It’s shiny!!! Getting ready to do my first anthology and trying to learn everything there is to know. Early planning stages of my own tiny publishing firm. Cleaning out my clutter in my house. My son’s science project which is due on Monday. Editing a post-apocalyptic book for Ian Woodhead, then back to a new supernatural book and a romance for two other authors. Loving every minute of my life.

 If you had to have a few words of warning about yourself tattooed on your forehead to alert others of your dangerous nature, what would it say? (Hint: Mine would probably say, “Beware of gassy emissions.”)

Caution: Changes mind frequently. Not wishy-washy. Prefers term “flexible”.

You must have an enormous forehead.  

Say goodnight, Gracie.

Goodnight, Gracie.

Monique Happy has extensive experience in editing fiction manuscripts. She performs everything from basic editing, checking for consistency, and simple fact checking, to making suggested changes/additions/deletions to your manuscript. Ebook and CreateSpace formatting are also available. She enjoys promoting independent authors and their books.

(New website coming soon!)