Doug Hiser's Blog, page 2

help me out finding this book

I once read a great shapeshifting werewolf book back in the late 80's or early 90's. I do not remember it's name or author. I had checked it out of the library. It was a fiction novel. It was NOt a horror werewolf type book. The book was fantastic.
The story was something like this: werwwolves were shapeshifters who lived among us and were all over the world. Each year they would all meet and travel to there hidden kingdom in some secret place--i thin it was in the northern hemisphere-somewhere like Greenland ? Their kind had a king and queen and when they were in their secret land they could become wolves freely and run and mate and hunt. I remember the main characters were brothers and sisters of the royal family. That's about all i can remember. anybody out there read a book like this?

Montana Mist

My new novel will be out in 90 days and tonight I finally spent the many hours lsistening to music samples for the book trailer. The music is extremely important. I had to "see" the mountains and the snow, imagine wolves running through the winter forests of the high peaks. I had to be able to feel the emotions of my characters as they struggled to survive in the cold desolate places of the wilderness. The words will take you there, with wolf packs, moose, elk, wolverines, and the few tough strong women and men that survive in those distant mountains, still untouched by the destructive hand of man.
The music fills the space where the words take you and completes your journey into the world of Montana Mist, my new novel, of love, secrets, wolves, and the cold remote wilderness where people retreat to disconnect themselves from troublesome pasts.
I found that special music and now I can only wait to see what magic happens when the book trailer takes shape.

new story

In the past few weeks I have had many encounters with different snakes. I generally get along with snakes, well, non-poisonous ones anyway. While searching for waterfalls, hiking in North Carolina we met a black pine snake who seemed pleased to meet me and allowed me to handle him without any agitation at all. He was my first friend as a Pine snake. Later in that week in a wooded area I notice about six people struggling while carrying a large object, which I first thought was a long roll of carpet. I quickly realized they were carrying a sixteen foot Burmese Python. I spent about an hour with that big snake and loved every minute of it. Gentle and passive, huge as the Loch Ness monster, and as smooth as the softest leather, that python became another snake friend of mine.
So now to the point of all this. Yesterday I was in a locally owned pet shop and met a teenage girl working in there, cleaning out aquariums, feeding naked rats, talking back to the parrots. They had plenty of snakes and out talk drifted to my new friend the 16 ft python. That's when she told me the story of her family's snake.
It seems their python got so massive that they had to keep him in their master bathroom and feed him in the glass doored shower. You see, they would trap wild racoons, opposums, rabbits, and make sure the python was behind the glass shower door in the bathtub. They would release the wild animal into the enclosed shower and let the snake attack and kill--and of course eat it. Afterwards they could let the snake out and wash out the tub. That was a scary frightening story to me. Truth is almost always more bizarre than Mike Tyson's tattoos.

Short Story to Film

My son, Cade Hiser, of Cadegoestocollege fame, musician and comedian videographer and you tube sensation, is now reading a selection of 16 of my short stories. He will be making a feature length film within the next year using the story he decides to turn into a screeenplay and develope it for the film. Some of the stories selected have won awards, some or obscure and others are just plain weird.

Here are the choices, maybe some people have read some of these in anthologies or literary magazines on the web, Camouflage Man, Shrike, Ride in the Moonlight, Fernando, Scarlet Moon, Big Lake Brent, Calypso's Island, Candy Kisses, Devil's Beach, Isadora, The Blackbird of Death, The Ballerina and the Pig, Unit 57, and The White Moose.
I am favoring Shrike or The Blackbird of Death, but I'm sure he has his own creative intentions and it might take me by surprise.

Behind The Honey Bee Girl

I began writing this novel a long time ago and put it away, half-finished, to work on other things. I was writing about my high school days between 1973 and 1974 and many of the crazy things that happened that year. I remembered that in High School you have MORE friends around you than you ever will have again in the rest of your life. I recently attended a funeral of a young man who passed away abruptly at age 18 and the funeral was filled with hundreds and hundreds of people. Youth is a time when friends are everywhere. Adulthood is where friends find many different lives and drift apart. My childhood was part "Stand by Me" and part "Huck Finn" part "My Girl" and part "Can't Hardly Wait."
My hometown of Santa Fe, Texas was just a place where farm and ranch kids hung out along the railroad tracks and the auction barn and up and down hwy 6. I was writing about a new girl who moved to our tiny town from another state, from a big city. She never fit in and struggled, never getting comfortable. I thought she was an angel that donned sparkly wings at night and flew high above the cow pastures. I think the move to our town changed her and I don't think she ever recovered from the trauma of relocation. When I found out she had passed away and I had never informed her that I was writing about her in my novel, it was a shock to my system and it changed the novel's outcome. I still can't read the last chapter without sobbing.