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May 25, 2014

It doesn't happen often, but when it does it always catches me off guard and leaves me a bit shaken -- not in a bad 'I never want to experience that again' way, but still, shaken nonetheless.  Last night was a perfect example of this.  I was upstairs in the family room, alone, drinking tea, my cat Toby on my lap, reading the first 100 pages of THE INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS when, without warning, a serious chill slithered down my spine and into my bowels.  The chill was produced by the initial discovery of one of bodies that had grown from the seed pods, a moment, while expected given my familiarity with the story, still managed to produced an element of fear within me.  The pen wielding skill of Jack Finney was a large part of this, the way he portrayed the moment through the eyes of Dr. Miles Bennell, as well as the subsequent discoveries of other seed pod bodies that had been planted within his own home for their group.  The other part was the sudden onset of memories from watching the 1978 remake followed by the original film adaptions.  Boy, did those movies freak me out when I was a kid; so much so that I have yet to watch them since.  Reading the book . . . well . . . many of those memories and terror emotions flooded back, and, when mixed with the writing ability of Jack Finney, totally did a number upon my mind and body, one that I would love to experience again.  Being terrified while in a safe setting . . . nothing can match the experience.  It is fantastic, and, hopefully, will happen again this evening as I finish the second half of the book, and then, if not too tired, pop in the DVD of the 1978 remake.      



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Published on May 25, 2014 10:12 • 1 view

May 23, 2014

Many years ago, back when I was a young lad in grade school, my grandmother gave me a copy of one of her all time favorite movies: THE INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS.  Little did she know, she had accidentally given me the 1978 remake rather than the 1956 version.  Watching the remake, I was completely terrified by what was unfolding and then, as the ending drew near, shocked by the frontal nudity as one of the female pod people walked around without any clothes on.  Later, once my grandmother found out about her mistake, she found me a copy of the black and white original, which also scared the shit out of me, though not to the extent that the 1978 version did.  In fact, the 1978 version startled me so much that I haven't watched it since, though I do aim too at some point in the near future.  First things first, however, I want to read the book, the passage of time between my viewings of the two movies having been long enough that, even if incredibly similar in terms of story, it should present quite a few surprises.  Plus, I always love reading books that have become movie hits, especially if the movies have reached the point of overshadowing the books.  Sometimes, there is good reason for this overshadowing because the books are kind of meh (JAWS and DIE HARD come to mind), but other times they are just as good, if not better, than the movies (THE EXORCIST being the best example of this in my mind).

Anyone else out there read THE INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS or any Jack Finney titles?  If so, did you enjoy them?        

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Published on May 23, 2014 04:17

May 20, 2014

May 18, 2014

Ever since its release two years ago, readers have been telling me that my novel TEXT MESSAGE would make a fantastic movie.  In fact, many sent emails asking why I didn't make it a movie myself.  The reason for this is simple, authors don't really make novels into movies; instead, they sell the movie rights to interested parties who then take the necessary steps into making it into a movie.  Hearing this, many asked me why I hadn't sold the rights.  Another simple answer; though there has been inquiries on the movie rights, no one has ever gone as far as to make an offer, and, without an official offer, I can't really make a sale.  With that explanation, I often encouraged my readers to spread the word on how much they would enjoy seeing this as a movie, something which might help in getting such an offer for the movie rights sent my way.  After all, if a studio knows there is interest, they are more likely to green-light a project.

Last March, thinking it might help in spreading word of their interest, I commissioned an artist to make a movie poster for TEXT MESSAGE, a draft of which was sent to me during the final week of March.  Seeing that, and realizing I didn't have any ideas on what that year's April Fool's Joke would be, I asked the artist to quickly make a version with the In Theaters - April 2015 line, so that I could post the image on Facebook and my website as a joke.  Little did I know, nearly two months later, I would still be getting emails from readers expressing joy and excitement that a movie was coming out, one that they were really REALLY looking forward too.  Because of this, I do feel bad about the joke, yet also am encouraged by the sheer volume of interest from readers that has been shown in the possibility of TEXT MESSAGE being a movie; interest that I do feel could be channeled into helping make the movie a reality if enough people help spread the word.  To do this, I shamelessly suggest readers share the above movie poster with a statement encouraging their friends to do the same.  Let everyone know you would really like to see TEXT MESSAGE turned into a movie.  Such sharing, if done correctly, would be the quickest way in making the TEXT MESSAGE movie a reality.          

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Published on May 18, 2014 08:22 • 3 views

May 17, 2014

I am.  Every weekend from President Video.  It is a fantastic rental store, one that seems to carry just about every DVD ever produced.  Okay, that's a stretch, but it really does have an amazing selection, one that puts the old giant chain stores like Blockbuster to shame.  In fact, it was the lack of a selection with the old chain stores that ended my weekly trips to such places all those years ago.  Sure, they always had new releases (conveniently priced at about what it would cost to buy the DVD), yet never had anything good in the genre sections.  It was ridiculous, and, in my opinion, one of the biggest factors that led to the company's downfall.  The same was true with the giant chain bookstores like Borders.  They never stocked much.  Walking through the horror section would give the impression that only five to six authors were producing such work, which, eventually, led horror fans like me to seek out our reading material elsewhere.

Fortunately, the demise of the giant chain stores seems to have provided an opportunity for independent stores like President Video, which, as noted above, I visit every weekend, often with my brother who comes over for a movie night.  Adding to the fun, there are two different pizza places on either side of President Video, so, depending on what type of pizza we want, we will walk over to one, place an order for pickup, walk over to the video store, select our rental, and then, when ready, go grab our pizza and head home.  It's great.  Best of all, we never know what we are going to get, and often leave the store with a movie we know very little about.  Occasionally, this produces a dud; more often than not, we really enjoy what we have selected, the previously unknown title making us realize that there is a huge volume of movies we have yet to see, ones that we would never have found in the previous chain stores given that they only wanted to stock crummy remakes and torture porn in their horror sections.  Finding such previously unknown titles online was also unlikely, not because they weren't available, but because it is difficult to browse for something online when you don't have a title (or partial title) in mind.  Scrolling through the site selections is nothing like walking along a well stocked shelf.  Why this is so, I don't know, but after doing it for several years, it just isn't.  Going to a video store is my preference.

So, do any of you have a local video store that you visit, and, if so, do they provide you with a great selection that puts to shame the old chain stores that used to dominant the land?  I'd love to hear about it if you do so please, don't be shy.  

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Published on May 17, 2014 08:10

May 15, 2014


My filters work really well.  Not a single one of these comments made it onto my page this morning.  Feel free to keep trying, though, honestly, it is a wasted effort.  After all, the links are never enticing to me, even the ones that claim to have a book by then next Stephen King, and if one does get through, I will simply delete if before it can temp my readers, so . . . 


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Published on May 15, 2014 05:19 • 3 views

April 27, 2014

Nine years ago, during the final week of April in 2005, I began to notice a slight ache in the lower right side of my back, one that I initially brushed off as a strained muscle from helping a college friend named Jen move into her new apartment a few days earlier.  The strain, however, did not go away with rest.  In fact, a week later it was still there and had gotten so bad that I was tossing and turning in bed rather than sleeping.  Thinking something more than a strained muscle was causing this, I went to the doctor who, without running any tests, told me I had a kidney stone.  Horrified at the pain that would follow, but also relieved that it wasn't something worse, I spent the next couple of days waiting for the stone to pass, only one never did. 
A week later, barely able to walk, and having not slept more than an hour or two a night, I went back to the doctor who did an x-ray and said that no kidney stone was visible.  He also told me he would not be prescribing any pain medication even though I hadn't even brought that idea up.  Instead, he gave me a crappy little book on stretches for back pain and told me to do them daily so that I could work out the kinks. 
A month passed.  I did the stretches, which never seemed to help things, and spent hours soaking my body in the bathtub, the hot water a momentary relief that would not last.  At night, unable to sleep, I would sit in the backyard looking at the dark trees, teeth grinding, mind wondering what was going on.   
By July, I had lost twenty pounds, my body unable to stomach much food while in such pain, all my muscle disappearing as I spent all my free time trying to find a comfortable spot on the couch.  And then, one day, something happened.  The pain expanded around my body and hit my groin.  Realizing this was most certainly more than something that stretches would solve, I went back to the doctor, who, after listening to me for a while, stuck a finger up inside of me and discovered I had an enlarged prostate.  No investigation into how or why something like this would happen to a twenty one year old was initiated.  Instead, he told me, I had probably gotten an infection from sitting on a dirty toilet and gave me an antibiotic.  Little did I know, getting an infection like that was impossible. 
Two weeks later, while still in pain, and having to pee every thirty minutes from a bladder that always seemed to be full yet would never expel itself, I suddenly felt a pop in my groin and ran to the bathroom.  What followed was an endless stream of brown sludge-like urine that filled the toilet bowl.  Panicked, I left a message with my doctor who returned my call two days later and said it was simply the infection finally coming out.  Believing him since he was a doctor, I kept taking the antibiotic and peeing out the brown stuff, a sense of relief over the fact that it would all be over soon since the infection was coming out filling my head.  That relief stayed until one day I was peeing and everything became clogged for a moment and then burst free with an odd flutter.  That flutter, when I looked down, looked like a piece of lettuce that had come halfway out of my penis.  Using the only object I could find that would fit (sword shaped toothpick), I carefully inserted the end inside myself and pulled out what ended up being an entire inch of shredded lettuce from a sandwich I had tried to eat earlier that day.  Needless to say, I knew this was no longer an infection of some kind and demanded to see my doctor who, much to my surprise, told me it was impossible to pee out food, and suggested I had made this up to get attention.  
Doctor fired, I managed to get an appointment at a teaching hospital and, without even having to run a test, the med student who saw me first said I had Crohn's Disease and that my immune system had spent the last several months punching a hole in the side of my small bowel that had eventually gone through into my bladder.  Tests to confirm this followed and, eventually, once I was healthy enough, surgery to remove the damaged bowel and part of my bladder.

The point to this, don't let doctors push you around if you are in pain.  Demand they find a reason.  Also, healthy today does not mean you will be healthy tomorrow.  Things can change really fast, so enjoy yourself.

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Published on April 27, 2014 07:14 • 8 views

April 24, 2014

A few months back I wrote a post on why I had decided to enter the work force again.  The answer was simple: I really wanted to be able to buy a house, and my writing, while managing to pay the rent and the bills when living out in the middle of nowhere, was unable to producing the savings I would need to get the ball rolling on a house purchase (or savings that would be required for emergencies like a car breakdown or vet bill for my cats).  Basically, where my writing was concerned, I was living paycheck to paycheck.  Now that I've taken a full-time job working as a dispatcher for roadside help company, that has changed.  In fact, it has pretty much doubled my income.  The only downside, my writing output really started to slip.  Where I once was able to do ten pages a day while working full-time as a young adult, I was now lucky to manage four or five.  The reason for this was twofold.  First, during the last several years I've become a very slow writer, the ten pages a day that I require myself to do typically taking five to six hours rather than the two to three hours it did when I was younger.  I'm not sure when this happened, but think it simply came about due to the ability to work all day on my writing rather than having to rush it during the non-working morning hours.  Second, my body has change quite a bit from the one that saw me able to wake up at three in the morning, write ten pages, and go to my construction job at eight.  Back then I was a healthy young adult, now, I'm a disabled middle age adult that is in remission, one who simply can not wake up at three in the morning on a daily basis.  I've tried, but four thirty is the earliest I'm able to do consistently, even when going to bed at eight thirty or nine, which would only leave me an hour an a half to write.  That, in turn, was only allowing me to produce a couple pages of writing each day, my attempts at starting where I left off once I returned home in the evenings fruitless given how exhausted my mind was from helping drivers all day.  Something had to change, something that favored my writing since that is the most important part of my life, both because it is the only thing that keeps me sane and because it now generates half of my yearly income.  One option was to find something part time, something like a bookstore job, which is what I wanted to do when first deciding to work again, but since every attempt I made at finding such a job was a bust, and since the one I now had paid six dollars more an hour than I would have been making in the retail market, I decided to see if I could keep the job, but work different hours.  The answer was yes and now, starting Monday, I will be working the noon to nine shift, one that will not only allow me to write from four thirty until almost eleven in the morning, but also miss the god-awful rush hour traffic that has totally destroyed any positive thoughts I had toward humanity.  In fact, even if I wasn't trying to find time for my writing, I would have still wanted to change my shift, the three hours of driving time each day something that I just cant do.  The time wasted in such a drive, one that should, at most, take twenty five minutes, is unthinkable.  Why anyone would do such a thing for the better part of their adult life is beyond me.  Four months of that was enough.  Never again will I partake in such a pointless, overly stressful commute.

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Published on April 24, 2014 04:06 • 12 views

April 6, 2014


Several fantastic books arrived this past week, all of them a result of an Amazon ordering frenzy I went on a few weeks back.  FOOTFALL by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle is the most recent arrival and the one that I'm looking forward to reading the most.  LUCIFER'S HAMMER, which I read a few weeks ago, was one of the best 'end of the world' novels I have ever read, so once I learned that the authors had also written one where aliens invade the planet, I knew had to have it.    


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Published on April 06, 2014 13:12 • 6 views