Nathan Mosier

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    Of all the Volume 16 prose pieces, Nathan Mosier’s “A Lonely Autumn at Rainbow Lake” is one of the most beautiful—vivid with detail and lyricism. A dedicated film student, Nathan has an observant eye, and we were glad to catch up with him for an interview.

    Illuminations:  Your published profile, “A Lonely Autumn at Rainbow Lake,” is a beauty, packed with vibrant details. What advice would you give writers who struggle with bringing a scene to life?

    Nathan:  They can't think about how readers will see their scene because it's going to appear different no matter what. I think the best strategy is to imagine yourself in your scene:  what you would smell, feel, see, hear, or even taste? Your senses are what bring a scene to life.

    I:  So true! How does writing figure into your life? What types of writing do you enjoy most?

    N:  Writing is an important part of what I do, not only for academics, but I write scripts for the films I make. I enjoy writing psychological thrillers—writing that makes readers think and work for their own answers. I love writing science fiction most of all. No genre inspires me more than science fiction. It opens my imagination to worlds I will most likely never be able to see. I can write about whatever comes to mind. I've always loved books with ideas of aliens, time travel, alternate history, or future space stories, so naturally I love writing my own.

    I:  We’ll be looking for one of your sci fi stories in an upcoming issue, Nathan!  You mentioned films; tell us about the other artistic pursuits you have.

    N:  Outside of my writing, I make films and am pursuing a film degree from UNL. I direct, edit, film, and even sometimes act in my videos. Although I may not be the best actor yet, I certainly have a desire to take acting lessons in the near future to help my career later in life. I play guitar in my spare time as well and have written several songs, some of which my brother and I have talked of recording together. I guess you could say the arts are my life.

    I:  Good to hear, Nathan. What connections do you draw between your film work and your writing?

    N:  I have always had a knack for envisioning any piece of writing as a possible movie. We all do, I would think. Anytime I sit down to write, I picture a film in my mind. What lighting would make the scene? What shooting angle would make this line more effective? When I envision my writing like this, it comes naturally to me. It's like making a movie, but writing on paper.

    I:  Great observation, Nate! Tell us, what do you see yourself doing ten years from now?

    N:  I'm so unsure about a lot of things in my life right now for personal reasons. In ten years, I would hope to have my film studies degree from UNL and go on to become a script writer—or possibly a video editor or independent film maker. I want to work anywhere in the movie industry, either with the writing process or the filming. The industry is actually coming to the Midwest, which is exciting. There's no telling where the movie industry will be in the next ten years, but if I can be a part of it, that is all I would need in life—as well as being with someone special who would continue to inspire me to make my work the finest I could.

    I:  Sounds good, Nate. And now, the silly question of the day! Speaking of movies—whom would you want to play you in the movie of your life?

    N: I definitely would pick Jake Gyllenhaal, not only because he's one of my favorite actors, but he's extremely handsome. He also acts well and would be easy to work into a script of my life. I would find this hilarious because then everyone who went and saw the movie would say, "Oh, yeah, the guy that played Nathan was so sexy in the movie." I think as far as facial features go, I come closer to him than Leonardo DiCaprio.

    I: Jake Gyllenhaal it is! Thanks, Nathan, and best wishes for the future!

    From “A Lonely Autumn at Rainbow Lake”:

    The island that floats on the left side of the still glass lake is warmed by the trees that sing atop it in the breeze. Blue herrings fly like large, prehistoric pterodactyls in the fogged, smoky, sky. They swoop down every so often to snag a stray bluegill or bass. Kingfishers skip from branch to branch to feed their young. Below, the parts of a brown, useless rowboat rust in the sand like a filthy burden of the lake surrounded by poison ivy and oak.
    The other island that bobs on the right side of the water is like a smooth, bare mountain. A light and easy color of tan sand showers over its high, steep slopes that perilously sink into the water. Only a few green trees dance on its surface, providing a small umbrella of shade from the brutally radiant sun. The only company this island receives are geese, which play on its bare, open sand where they make eggs and bear hatchlings. The geese are only a temporary enjoyment, for they fly away for the South leaving only web-footed prints in the damp sand.
    Rainbow Lake is guarded by ancient, loyal trees that refuse to die unless chopped down. Their bark is thicker than a cement block. Their branches stretch like old, aching limbs and reflect on the surface of the water. They reach for the sky and provide homes for woodpeckers, red-tailed hawks, and barn owls that watch the dark with their pitch black observing stares. The woods, although harmless at night, become shaded and unnerving at the setting of the sun. The moon’s light cannot reach past the trees’ branches and provides a good place for coyotes to live.