Stuart R. West's Blog, page 50
July 29, 2016
I am...the Great Indoorsman
Let's get something straight. I don't camp. The closest to camp I come is watching the old Batman TV series.
I'm a civilized chap, rather fond of climate control and beds. Beds were created for a reason. I believe it blasphemous not to use them. And cable TV, a must for survival.
Several years back, my wife talked me into a camping trip. We're talking really roughing it. Staying in a cabin in the wild woods of Oklahoma. The sheer Jeremiah Johnson-ish of it all! Sure, the cabin had a hot tub and a VCR player, but, man, I felt so...primitive. I mean, honestly! A VCR player, for cryin' out loud!
It was at this savage cabin I saw my first "walkingstick." Totally freaked me out. Screamed like one of Jason's victims. Sticks aren't supposed to walk. And people can't understand why I don't camp. Duh.
I suppose my Great Indoorsmanship began at an early age. Against my better judgment (and because kids are never given a choice), I was set to go on a cub scout weekend camping trip. Thankfully I came down with a stomach virus and missed the "adventure." On that ill-fated trip, my fellow scouts blundered into a wasp's nest and rolled through a thatch of poison ivy. If I even look at poison ivy, huge blisters develop on my eyelids.
Invariably when people try to convince me how wonderful camping is they fall short of selling it. Usually, their tales are rife with horror (Mosquitos! Flooding! All sorts of Biblical plagues!), hardly a convincing argument.
When you wake up freezing or sweating (both equally awful sensations), I hardly see that as a bonus. Campers are just opening themselves up to the Zika virus or a Bigfoot ravaging. Not to mention the various demented serial killers who lurk in the woods. I know, I've done my research. I've watched lots of horror movies.
I gained my Indoorsman legs the hard, practiced way...on the sofa. Many hours spent on many a different sofa have toughened me into the sofa-sitting man I am today.
I'm a civilized chap, rather fond of climate control and beds. Beds were created for a reason. I believe it blasphemous not to use them. And cable TV, a must for survival.Several years back, my wife talked me into a camping trip. We're talking really roughing it. Staying in a cabin in the wild woods of Oklahoma. The sheer Jeremiah Johnson-ish of it all! Sure, the cabin had a hot tub and a VCR player, but, man, I felt so...primitive. I mean, honestly! A VCR player, for cryin' out loud!
It was at this savage cabin I saw my first "walkingstick." Totally freaked me out. Screamed like one of Jason's victims. Sticks aren't supposed to walk. And people can't understand why I don't camp. Duh.
I suppose my Great Indoorsmanship began at an early age. Against my better judgment (and because kids are never given a choice), I was set to go on a cub scout weekend camping trip. Thankfully I came down with a stomach virus and missed the "adventure." On that ill-fated trip, my fellow scouts blundered into a wasp's nest and rolled through a thatch of poison ivy. If I even look at poison ivy, huge blisters develop on my eyelids.
Invariably when people try to convince me how wonderful camping is they fall short of selling it. Usually, their tales are rife with horror (Mosquitos! Flooding! All sorts of Biblical plagues!), hardly a convincing argument.
When you wake up freezing or sweating (both equally awful sensations), I hardly see that as a bonus. Campers are just opening themselves up to the Zika virus or a Bigfoot ravaging. Not to mention the various demented serial killers who lurk in the woods. I know, I've done my research. I've watched lots of horror movies.
I gained my Indoorsman legs the hard, practiced way...on the sofa. Many hours spent on many a different sofa have toughened me into the sofa-sitting man I am today.
Published on July 29, 2016 03:00
July 22, 2016
The Absolutely Craptacular Never Before Unveiled Original Deleted Ending to Godland!
A first, ladies and gents! I'm exposing myself (don't call the cops) by putting up my really bone-headed original ending to
Godland
, my adult suspense thriller! Seedy journalism gone wild! Hyperbole in the worst possible way!
Okay, I've settled down...
Just be thankful I didn't actually end a book this way. But do feel free to send sympathy cards.
There's no real set-up needed, other than my surviving characters have just lived through a hellish night.
Alright. Enough build-up. Ready? Get some Pepto-Bismol ready, 'cause you're gonna need it.
Just...just this: (Sorry, sorry, sorry...)
The bad timing of Jason entering the room couldn’t have been worse. But there he stood, face pale as chalk, eyes filled with worry. Babbling non-stop.
“There you are!” Jason yelled.
He rushed over to Matt's bedside. “I’ve been all over this Podunk town looking for the hospital!”
Shannon blinked at the unexpected visitor, gave him a double-take.
Finally Jason noticed Shannon. “Oh, hi, honey. You must be Shannon… You okay?”“Wait…what?” said Shannon.Matt grimaced, awaiting the sure-to-be negative outcome.“Um…Hi…” said Shannon. “Damn...”“Shannon,” said Matt, "I need to explain something to you."“Are you gay?” his daughter asked.Matt sighed. “Yes.” He held her tight, wouldn't let go.To Matt’s surprise, Shannon laughed. “So…now I have two dads?”Matt smiled back. “I suppose you do.”THE END
And that might've been The End of my writing career had I kept this original ending. Wow, huh? Stinky. All that's missing is a laugh-track, '80's crap-com clothing and hairstyles, and a freeze-frame ala "Chips" style.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I humbly apologize, I'm sorry, sorry, crap, I'm sorry....
GODLAND! Get it here! Decent ending version!
CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE!
(I'm still sorry.)
Okay, I've settled down...
Just be thankful I didn't actually end a book this way. But do feel free to send sympathy cards.
There's no real set-up needed, other than my surviving characters have just lived through a hellish night.
Alright. Enough build-up. Ready? Get some Pepto-Bismol ready, 'cause you're gonna need it.
Just...just this: (Sorry, sorry, sorry...)
The bad timing of Jason entering the room couldn’t have been worse. But there he stood, face pale as chalk, eyes filled with worry. Babbling non-stop.
“There you are!” Jason yelled.
He rushed over to Matt's bedside. “I’ve been all over this Podunk town looking for the hospital!”
Shannon blinked at the unexpected visitor, gave him a double-take.
Finally Jason noticed Shannon. “Oh, hi, honey. You must be Shannon… You okay?”“Wait…what?” said Shannon.Matt grimaced, awaiting the sure-to-be negative outcome.“Um…Hi…” said Shannon. “Damn...”“Shannon,” said Matt, "I need to explain something to you."“Are you gay?” his daughter asked.Matt sighed. “Yes.” He held her tight, wouldn't let go.To Matt’s surprise, Shannon laughed. “So…now I have two dads?”Matt smiled back. “I suppose you do.”THE END
And that might've been The End of my writing career had I kept this original ending. Wow, huh? Stinky. All that's missing is a laugh-track, '80's crap-com clothing and hairstyles, and a freeze-frame ala "Chips" style.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I humbly apologize, I'm sorry, sorry, crap, I'm sorry....
GODLAND! Get it here! Decent ending version!
CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE!(I'm still sorry.)
Published on July 22, 2016 03:00
July 15, 2016
A maudlin Hallmark ode to my wife
I cherish my wife. Probably more than she knows.
She's my rock, been there for me through the death of a parent, the loss of a couple dogs, physical trauma, scares and family dysfunction. And she still keeps putting up with me.
I'm the first to admit I'm not easy to get along with. Hey, neither is she when you get right down to it. She's a college professor with a rep of being tough. Believe me, fellow students, I understand. I feel your pain. I get lectures constantly. How to clean the toilets, where not to put things, don't belch, etc. I don't have to take notes, of course. She just expects me to learn.
But she understands me, more than anyone ever has.
We're talking the big picture, the full kahuna, the vast love. But it's the little things that count, piling up in my registry of adoration. Itty-bitty snap-shots of love, imprints stamped within my heart and tattooed upon my brain.
The other night she tried on some new Capri pants. Said she liked 'em. I asked, "But, where will you wear them?"
She gave me one of those put-upon looks--the kind that says I'm being an idiot--and replied, "Um, on the lower half of my body." She shook her head, belatedly said, "Duh."
Keeps our relationship fresh and awesomely prickly.
I can't believe it took so many years for me to find her. And I wouldn't take a single second back.
My wife makes life refreshing, exciting, always unpredictable.
I love her.
Okay, done now. Carry on, sorry for the sentiment.
She's my rock, been there for me through the death of a parent, the loss of a couple dogs, physical trauma, scares and family dysfunction. And she still keeps putting up with me.
I'm the first to admit I'm not easy to get along with. Hey, neither is she when you get right down to it. She's a college professor with a rep of being tough. Believe me, fellow students, I understand. I feel your pain. I get lectures constantly. How to clean the toilets, where not to put things, don't belch, etc. I don't have to take notes, of course. She just expects me to learn.
But she understands me, more than anyone ever has.
We're talking the big picture, the full kahuna, the vast love. But it's the little things that count, piling up in my registry of adoration. Itty-bitty snap-shots of love, imprints stamped within my heart and tattooed upon my brain.
The other night she tried on some new Capri pants. Said she liked 'em. I asked, "But, where will you wear them?"
She gave me one of those put-upon looks--the kind that says I'm being an idiot--and replied, "Um, on the lower half of my body." She shook her head, belatedly said, "Duh."
Keeps our relationship fresh and awesomely prickly.
I can't believe it took so many years for me to find her. And I wouldn't take a single second back.
My wife makes life refreshing, exciting, always unpredictable.
I love her.
Okay, done now. Carry on, sorry for the sentiment.
Published on July 15, 2016 03:00
July 8, 2016
Frazer Lee: Horror Novelist and Scriptwriter (Without a Tweed Jacket)
Frazer Lee is a potent double threat. A successful scriptwriter with a terrific film thriller out (Panic Button) and numerous published books and short stories in the horror genre. It’s great to peek into his mind this week at Twisted Tales from Tornado Alley.
SRW: Frazer, let’s start with your latest novel, The Skintaker. Tell the Tornado Alley readers what they can expect.
FL: Thanks for having me! In 'The Skintaker' you can expect murder, mystery and flagellation in the steamy Amazon rainforest. And don’t think for a minute that the heroine’s smartphone is going to save her, 'cos the period setting for the novel is the 1920s!
SRW: The book quite surprised me in many ways. The first three-quarters or so reads like a rollicking adventure tale with some quite exciting action set-pieces. Yet then you pull out the stops and let your horror flag fly high. How do you perceive this book? What genre would you place it in?
FL: It's a horror adventure for sure. As a youngster I loved 'She' by Haggard and I suspect that was a big influence. Horrific things do happen early on, but perhaps not in the way we might expect as voracious horror readers - Rosie's home burns down and she loses her family, Nimbo stumbles upon a killer's lair and his younger brother is taken. It was my intention to give a creeping sense that something is lurking on the edges of the pages and getting closer with each turn.
SRW: Clearly your villain, Richter, represents evil colonialists, hell-bent on raping and pillaging the poor Myahueneca tribe’s land and natural resources. Rosie’s vile aunt and uncle represent the flip side of the coin, desiring to rob the Amazon rain forest natives of their rich culture and long-standing spiritual beliefs. Poor Rosie seems stuck, uncomfortable in both worlds, feeling more of a connection to the tribesmen. Where does Frazer stand in the big picture?
FL: I'm with Rosie, stuck between the worlds of commerce and spirituality, wondering how on earth we honor the ancestors whilst pioneering the future. And like Rosie, I don't have any of the answers - only lots of questions about how this crazy world works!
SRW: Let me put on my pretentious beanie for a moment…Rosie, a very empathetic and well-developed protagonist, suffers from a strange skin blemish “condition.” What does this represent? Her inner rage? Her blossoming womanhood? Something I’m not quite able to grasp?
FL: (Tugs on his pretentious stovepipe hat) She's tainted by her past, marked out to be different. As with Harry Potter and his scar, and Darth Vader and his burns some transformative change must happen to move Rosie on to the next stage of her being. Will that skin-shedding moment be literal, or figurative? I hope you'll read the book to find out!
SRW: The book gets heady, in a metaphysical (“spiritual,” maybe?) way. Level with me, Frazer…how far did your research take you? Ever been to the rain forest? Been trippin’ on peyote over the last decade or so?
FL: Negatory to both of those my friend. I read widely, studied maps and documentaries, immersed myself in jungle soundscapes. Oh and drank coffee - lots of coffee.
SRW: Back to Rosie…why do you hate her so? You certainly put her through the ringer, having her burn up not once, but twice. And still live to tell her sad tale. (Gads! Belated spoiler alert!).
FL: Ha ha! I love dragging my characters through hell so they can learn something about themselves. I'd like to say that it makes me more well rounded as a human being. I'd *like* to say that...
SRW: As empathetic as Rosie is, I loved to hate your villains. One of the signs of good story-telling, I think. Richter is interesting. But he actually saves Rosie from a situation early in the tale, a seemingly brave effort. Yet his portrayal throughout the rest of the book is of a heinous, mustache-twirling bad guy. Bait and switch?
FL: Thanks so much for that. I think one-dimensional evil is too limited and boring. Bad guys think they're right, and in their eyes they are heroes too. Richter is a seeker as well as a destroyer. He sometimes likes to shake the dice just as much as he likes winning.
SRW: And as much as I despised Rosie’s guardians, the book seemed a lot lonelier once they exited the tale. But I’m wired somewhat sociopathically, I suppose.
FL: We all need those sources of conflict in our books to give us something to seethe at - but in life, we can sometimes have the pleasure of disappearing into our writer bunkers without having to deal with them. Job satisfaction.
SRW: The Skintaker’s (um, a most unlikely hero, Fraser!) brief POV chapters are titled with Latin terms. Thanks to my research assistant (Google), I discovered they’re the five layers of the epidermis. Briefly, what’s the significance of this?
FL: Good old Google, eh? Basically, with the Skintaker, the deeper he cuts into the flesh of life, the deeper you go into the mysteries of death. Maybe there'll be a secret sixth layer in the third book...
SRW: Hey, look at you, an anthropologist, too! So you created the mythical tribe, the Myahueneca. Again, I’m curious as to how far your research extended.
FL: Researching the tribe and its world was such a pleasurable part of writing the book. I assimilated into my fevered brainpan all of Bruce Parry's amazing documentary films, lots of National Geographic articles, maps, art, museum exhibitions and cd recordings of tribes and animal calls. Keeps me off the streets I guess.
SRW: It wasn’t until the end of the book, I found out this was a prequel to your first novel, The Lamplighters. I cry “foul,” sir! (Kidding. The book stands fine on its own). While I’ve got your attention, tell everyone about The Lamplighters.
FL: Thanks muchly, sir! The Lamplighters takes the action to Meditrine Island, a luxurious billionaires' Mediterranean paradise. Caretakers, or Lamplighters, are employed there to look after the mansions, pools and grounds. But new recruit Marla Neuborn discovers the billionaire lifestyle has a truly dark side when she encounters The Skin Mechanic.
SRW: Some of your prose is exquisite, very beautiful to read. I see you teach writing and screenwriting at several London universities. Lucky students! Please make this Midwestern yokel a happy man and tell me you wear a tweed jacket and smoke a pipe! (Send photos, too).
FL: Ha ha, thanks for that. I’m not entirely sure my students would agree! And no pipe I'm afraid - and definitely no tweed! (Yet...)
SRW: Let’s move on to your other career: screenwriting. Actually, I stumbled upon your scripted film, Panic Button, before I knew you were one of my stable-mates at the late Samhain Publishing. Tell everyone a little about the flick, Frazer.
FL: Panic Button shows what can go horribly wrong when you share too much information online. Four strangers win an all expenses trip to NY on a private jet. Once airborne, they participate in a new social media networking game. But when the questions start getting just that bit too personal, they realize their host is not all he seems - and they'll be forced to face their ‘sins’ in order to survive.
SRW: How did this all come about?
FL: I've worked in the film industry for many years, everything from runner, through lighting teamster to writer, director and producer. I made a couple of short horror films that won awards on the film festival circuit, and I was developing some feature length projects. One of those scripts landed on the desk of Movie Mogul, an indie outfit based in Cardiff, Wales. They invited me in for a chat and told me about an idea they had for a contained horror/thriller movie. I looked at their outline and was completely hooked by it. So they hired me to write a few drafts of the screenplay, and after that the movie novelization.
SRW: Okay, I enjoyed the film quite a bit. It certainly fits the tried and true tropes of the Saw genre, what with a mysterious killer doling out vengeance to those he deems deserving. Yet unlike the Saw films, you wisely stay away from the over-the-top gore and rely on suspense and character development. But are you wary of being lumped into the reviled “torture porn” genre with Panic Button?
FL: I honestly don’t mind how people label it, so long as they are watching it. A lot of audience reaction has been that they were expecting a full-on Saw-esque gorefest but were surprised by the amount of suspense in the film. But there is some amputation, spontaneous human combustion and the occasional headshot to keep the bloodthirsty viewer happy too. Win-win.
SRW: Frazer, I gotta ask…why an alligator?
FL: Ah, that came about when the producers settled on the name ‘All2gethr’ for the movie’s fake social network. The name kind of looked like ‘Alligator’ and the logo of a reptilian creature having a stranglehold on the globe seemed to fit well with the theme of the film.
SRW: One of the things I like to do is find thematic unity in writers’ work. But try as I might, I can’t find a single similar thing in common between The Skintaker and Panic Button. Is there a common theme I’m missing, Frazer?
FL: I try to do something a little different each time. Keeps me on my tippy-toes. But maybe if The Skintaker is where we start out as modern human beings, then Panic Button is where we end up as a species.
SRW: Panic Button is the ultimate in voyeurism. Right down to the confessional scenes shot in an airplane bathroom. Everyone’s worst nightmare (except for maybe, um, Chuck Berry, of course. Just sayin’). Does the invasion of privacy frighten you, Frazer?
FL: Ha ha! Yes, it does. It repulses and fascinates in equal measure. Who hasn’t had a good look at those bizarre and revealing moments captured by Google Earth’s street cameras for example? What I find most fascinating of all is that we haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of where we are going with our technology. Generations to come might have an entirely different definition of what ‘freedom’ means.
SRW: I haven’t checked out the credits on Panic Button’s cast yet, but I’m guessing they’re close to noobies. Yet they’re a very strong ensemble cast. We have the requisite jack-ass, the potential hero with a secret, the strong “final girl.” Were you involved in casting? Does a writer pretty much have no say once the script leaves their printer? I know in England, writers are more revered (particularly in TV), than they are here in the States.
FL: I’m not sure writers are revered anywhere, especially in film and TV, ha ha! If the show is a success, the director will get the kudos. And if it’s a failure, then the writer will get the blame. I had no input into casting, beyond describing the characters in the screenplay. As the writer, I respectfully let the director get on with what he or she wants to do. From what I understand of the industry, a lot of casting is based on geography – where the money is coming from dictates the casting to a certain degree. When I direct films though, I usually make the final decisions on casting.
SRW: I hate to keep hearkening back to the Saw films, but unlike those messes, Panic Button ties everything up nice and tidy with a satisfying explanation and conclusion. Still…has there been talk about a sequel?
FL: Oh, yes. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the film biz, it’s ‘never say never’.
SRW: Is this film a veiled Big, Important Issue flick about the dangers of social media? Frazer…social media: friend or foe?
FL: I hate the lure of the ‘like’ and dislike the shallowness of the ‘share’, but as writers and filmmakers we are all kind of expected to do it. So you’ll find me on Farcebook and Tw*tter just like every other Z-list hopeful trying to peddle his wares!
SRW: What’s up next for Frazer Lee?
FL: I’m hard at work on The Skindred, a YA sci-fi/fantasy series with tinges of Lovecraftian, otherworldly horror. I’m writing the trilogy of novels and am also on the writing team for the movie scripts. It’s a big project with huge set pieces and amazing characters that you can really root for, or boo and hiss at! The next novella in my occult series The Daniel Gates Adventures will be sent out to publishers soon. My first novel The Lamplighters was a Finalist in the Book Pipeline contest, so I am also working with their team in Hollywood to adapt the book for the big screen.
SRW: Thanks for visiting, Frazer.
FL: Thanks again for hosting!Check out his flick, read his books:
Official website: www.frazerlee.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/frazer_lee
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorFrazerLee
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4451295.Frazer_Lee
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Frazer-Lee/e/B002L2PVAE
IMDb:
Published on July 08, 2016 03:00
July 1, 2016
Interview with a Girl Bewitched (by Suzanne de Montigny and Kira)
Today, I'm turning the blog over to Kira, protagonist of my friend Suzanne de Montigny's new biography, A Town Bewitched! It's a stellar YA supernatural mystery/coming of age tale and the strangest thing? It's all true! It has to be, right? I mean since the protagonist is writing directly on my blog! Take it away, Kira!
Hi, my name’s Kira. I’m fourteen and Dad just died. There’s this weird woman who showed up at his funeral that none of us know, and in a small town like Hope, everyone is acquainted with everyone. Anyway, she’s got the strangest eyes, a pale blue like a wild animal’s and she plays this hypnotic Celtic music that has the whole town bewitched. I mean, I’ve never seen Hope act like this before. This is a rock town, yet here they are taking step lessons, fiddling lessons, and filling the one tavern Uncle Jack owns every night. Even the In-Girls and their bully friend Travis are in! I can’t believe it.
Anyway, my BFF, Charlotte, who’s the only Asian in the whole town and who has just as much trouble fitting in thanks to Travis, are trying to figure out who this Kate McDonough is. I’ve looked her up on the internet and she doesn’t seem to have a past. Personally, I think she’s responsible for the weird things happening around town – the vandalizing of buildings and the dead and gutted birds someone leaves behind as a calling card. The authorities even found human teeth marks in a bit of organ they left behind. I know it’s here, but no one will believe me and I’m scared something bad’s going to happen.
Check out the very cool trailer:
https://youtu.be/LjLZShR94W0
A Town Bewitched can be purchased here: https://www.amazon.com/Town-Bewitched-Suzanne-Montigny-ebook/dp/B01GYC9VGQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1466534377&sr=8-1&keywords=A+TOWN+BEWITCHED
Suzanne de Montigny links: www.suzannedemontigny.com https://www.facebook.com/unicorngirl52?ref=hl https://twitter.com/sfierymountain
Published on July 01, 2016 03:00
June 24, 2016
Brian Moreland: Spooky Horror Deep within the Heart of Texas!
Horror author Brian Moreland has written many short stories and novels, and his excellent novella collection, Blood Sacrifices, has just been released. I’ll certainly be checking out more of Brian’s books. But, for now…let’s check out Brian himself.
SRW: Brian, I see you hail from Dallas, Texas. One of my favorite places to visit (or at least it used to be in my younger barn-storming days). The people there were friendly, the women all smiles and flirtatious. So, I gotta’ ask…what happened to you?
BM: Hey Stuart, thanks for having me as a guest. Funny, I haven’t barn-stormed in years. But I do own a cowboy hat and one pair of boots. I’m not really a cowboy, since I grew up in the suburbs, but I’ve been to a few of the Country Western dance clubs around town and have ridden a mechanical bull. The women in Dallas are beautiful. It’s a great city to live in. You’ll have to come back.
SRW: Okay, you'll put me up, right? I’m gonna blow by The Girl from the Blood Coven as it actually feels to me like a prologue to The Witching House more than anything. But The Witching House? Wow. Hands down the scariest thing I’ve been witness to since the U.S. Republican debates. Was the titular house based on anything real hailing from Texas?
BM: Thanks, Stuart. The Blevins House where the story takes place is pure fiction. I made up the house and the legend of the massacre. I based the 1972 hippy colony on the Charlie Manson Family, only I made the Blevins Family a cult of witches who practice black magic. The location of the haunted house, the East Texas pine country, is where I skip off to for a few days to write in an isolated cabin. While I was on one of my writing sabbaticals, I was driving along a backwoods road and saw all these fenced-off private dirt driveways that disappear into the woods. As I began to imagine what could possibly be concealed at the end of one of those dirt roads, I envisioned a three-story rock house with boarded-up windows. The Blevins House was born.
SRW: Have you ever been urban exploring like your protagonists? You certainly seem to know your way around spelunking through creepy abandoned houses.
BM: I have explored abandoned buildings and house. Not to the degree that the Ghost Squad does, with their headlamps and climbing ropes. I’ve just walked around a few creepy places. The best houses are the ones that still have people’s stuff in them and the owners are sleeping in their beds. Just kidding. I’ve only entered old houses and buildings that were abandoned and left to rot. It’s fun to explore them and sometimes spooky. Great inspiration for a haunted house story.
SRW: Hmm, maybe I don't wanna crash at your pad, after all.
So, let’s move onto Darkness Rising, probably the most interesting tale in the book. Tell the folks out there in Tornado Alley what it’s about. (What you can, of course…much of the novella relies on plot twists and the unexpected).
BM: Yes, Darkness Rising is my most off-the-wall book. I can share that it’s an ultra-violent revenge tale about a poet named Marty Weaver who’s been bullied his whole life. He’s in love with a college girl, Jennifer, who’s out of his league. Even though they’re friends, he writes poetry about her and doesn’t tell her. Marty also has a dark past, and when he gets confronted by three sadistic killers at a lake, Marty’s dark side gets unleashed.
SRW: The book is nearly slap-happily delirious in its nightmarish plot. It almost seems like a “greatest hits” package of horror. You have savage psychopaths, ghosts, Lovecraftian critters, serial killers and snuff films all woven into the fast-moving plot. It almost read as a stream of consciousness experiment. Did you set out to incorporate all of these elements? Or did you wing it?
BM: Darkness Rising is over the top, for sure. It was inspired by my love of Grindhouse revenge movies of the 1970s, like I Spit On Your Grave, Ms. 45 and Fade to Black. In each case an innocent victim gets brutally tormented by a gang, beaten, and left for dead, then the seemingly weak protagonist transforms into something dark and goes on a killing rampage to avenge the brutality. My love for multi-genre novels by Dean Koontz is also a strong influence. He often had a monster threat, as well as some psychopath roaming the story with a twisted agenda. It certainly makes for a high-octane story when multiple elements are happening simultaneously.
So there’s a mishmash of genres going on in much of my fiction. That’s how my brain works. My novels Dead of Winter and The Devil’s Woods also have ghosts, serial killers, and physical monsters. They always tie together in some way. I wrote Darkness Rising very organically, meaning I just let my imagination roll and let the characters take over the story. It was a fun ride writing Marty and all the grindhouse horrors.
SRW: Psst, I love the grindhouse films, too.
Furthermore, some of the imagery seems nightmarish-worthy. I have a bet with myself (I’m like Sybil; multiple personalities), that some of the tale was inspired by your nightmares. Who’s gonna win the bet? Me or me?
BM: While I don’t have a specific nightmare that I put into the book, I do draw inspiration from dark dreams that ramp up my fear. I can tap into that heightened state of fear when I write. So you half win. As a prize, I’ll give you a half-off coupon for some Tex-Mex nachos next time you come to Dallas.
SRW: My favorite scene in the book is in the basement of Marty’s childhood home. The anchor piece of scary. Nothing scarier than old lady ghosts for me! In your writing, do you try to exorcise some of your fears by confronting them, either adult or childhood fears?
BM: I’m never trying to exorcise fears when I'm writing, although I do face them head on. I grew up being a kid who thought being scared was super fun. I loved haunted houses, telling campfire stories with my friends, and watching creature features that gave me goose bumps. As a kid, I was terrified of being alone in the dark. So what did I do? When I was alone at home one night, I went into my closet and shut the door so that it was pitch black. I sat there terrified that hands were going to grab me or a door in the wall was going to open up and some force was going suck me through it. Or maybe there was a prowler in the house and he was going to find me. To my over-imaginative brain, those terrors felt real. The more I sat there in the dark, shaking and waiting for the ultimate horror--death--the more I realized the dark itself is safe and I conquered my fear of it. When I began writing, the adrenaline rush I felt writing scary things is to me what makes a fun story. Since horror books and movies have been around for several decades, I like to think it’s natural for us to enjoy being scared, at least a little.
SRW: Okay, I want to chat about "Cerulean." The word itself means “the color of the sea.” Yet in your novella, Cerulean is the name of a demon inhabiting poor Marty. Is there a correlation? Other than Marty’s (and his father’s) obsession with the very important lake in the book?
BM: What inspired the name was more about the sound of the word rather than the color. I knew that I wanted the demon to have an unusual name. I wrote a list of several strange names: some were real demon names, others were uncommon words that had other meanings. “Cerulean” stood out on the page and the sound of it resonated with the poetry of my story and the watery world of the lake.
SRW: Somehow you’ve managed to tell a good portion of the story while keeping the reader in the dark regarding the “reality” of Cerulean. Even given the supernatural shenanigans going on (or is it all in Marty’s head?). Real demon or poor Marty’s twisted psyche? Did you intend this? Or is this just my lackluster interpretation?
BM: You’re spot on. I really wanted this story to unfold in layers with the mystery behind Marty’s dark side being one of the final layers.
SRW: I sense a bit of a Clive Barker influence going on in Darkness Rising. Particularly in Marty’s gruesome “work of art.” (Nice imagery, by the way). True? Or am I shooting fish with a gun?
BM: Yes, true. Barker is probably the horror author who has influenced my writing most. I’ve read his complete Books of Bloodcollection twice and studied his writing and plotting like they were textbooks. I love how he shows the shocking horror and describes it with beautiful prose. He can take a simple setting, like a subway or a suburban house, and turn it into a place connected to other worlds and frightening monsters. I’ve aimed to do the same in many of my stories. You asked earlier about how I came up with the name “Cerulean.” One thing that I love about Clive Barker’s stories is he creates characters with all these cool-sounding, strange names that add to the dream-like quality of his writing. Names like Mamoulian, Quaid, Peloquin, Mahogany, Cenobites. It was his stories populated with these unusual characters that inspired me to create my Cerulean character in Darkness Rising and Mordecai in The Vagrants.
SRW: Now, I don’t know squat about poetry. Your protagonist, Marty, is a poet. And there are many of his poems throughout the tale. I can vouch for your writing. Can’t so much for your poetry. So…tough love time, Brian…is your poetry any good?
BM: I do not claim to be a great poet. Many of those poems I wrote just after college when I was experimenting with writing poetry, both love poems and dark poetry. They were more outpourings of the heart or angst, as opposed to measuring iambic pentameter or dissecting William Blake. When I decided to use my poems for the book, I could have consulted a professional poet and had them show me a thing or two about structuring a poem. I decided I wanted the raw words, the emotions that inspired them. I thought they worked for Marty. He’s never shared his poems with anyone. He just keeps all these outpourings of his intense emotions in a private journal. They range from poetry he wrote as a child living in foster homes to a young adult living in isolation. That the poems are raw and unrefined fits with his deeply flawed character.
SRW: Even with all of the hyper-violent and grotesque events transpiring in the book, I was very impressed with the lovely melancholy of the opening chapter and, to a lesser degree, the epilogue. A nice way to ease the reader into terror and then give them the calm after the storm. I, for one, thought they were very well done and badly needed. Otherwise, it’d be relentless. As a fellow writer, I gotta ask…Brian, did you tack these on after the fact? Or were they always planned?
BM: Thanks. As an organic writer, I never plan my stories, so those scenes were a part of the evolutionary creative process. I will say this. Darkness Rising originally started out as an experimental short story titled “The Night Shadow Collection” that I wrote twenty years ago. It was told partly through short fictional scenes and partly through poems. I had forgotten all about it. When I rediscovered that revenge story two years ago hidden away on my computer, I decided to flesh it out into a longer fictional narrative. I wasn’t even aiming it to be a novella in the beginning, just a short story for an upcoming collection I’ve been working on. Well, as I tinkered with this story, and explored who this Marty character is and what he’s up against, I wrote many of the brutal lake scenes first. Then, as I got to know who my killers were and what motivated them, I came up with the prologue to kick off the story with something horrific. I kept adding more and more to the story, until it eventually morphed into a novella. My ending came toward the end of the process and was inspired by Marty’s emotional journey and how he transformed by the end of the story.
SRW: The final tale, The Vagrants, has a very strong beginning, much mounting dread and mystery. It’s a story about the homeless and well…I won’t spoil it. Now you and I both know horror is very subjective. Readers bring to it what they will. For me, The Vagrants was the one weak link. It almost seemed padded out with the Irish mafia until we get to the money shots (but man, the ending is powerful and creepy). Was this the case?
BM: Well, I’ll agree that horror is subjective, as The Vagrants is one of my favorites that I’ve written and I had a lot of fun writing it. It’s not a perfect story structure. Before getting to the showdown with Mordecai, I wanted to spend some time setting up the mystery around the Seekers, develop the characters of Daniel Finley, his father, and their struggles with the Irish Mafia. I did fall in love with the O’Malleys, especially the mob boss Drake, and wanted them to be a big part of the story, especially when all the scary stuff happens in the final third of the story.
SRW: What did your research entail? Any underground visits? Chats with the homeless? Did you go all out like your protagonist and live amongst them (that’s dedication!)?
BM: I’ve seen a lot of homeless people in Dallas. Where I live, I get approached by them often. I’ve given a few money, food. I even hired a down-on-their-luck married couple to do some work around the house and they inspired my married couple character in the story. Years ago, Dallas had a tent city under some bridges and when I drove by it I saw this whole underground community of people who had nothing but a few possessions, some shanty tent homes, and time on their hands to talk and drink and sleep. Witnessing that inspired the tent city in which Daniel stays at when he lives among the homeless. My story is set in Boston, where there are some real abandoned subway tunnels. I researched those watching videos of urban explorers who went down there.
SRW: Brian, what’s currently darkening your mind and keyboard?
BM: I’ve been writing over a year now on my next historical horror novel called Tomb of Gods. It’s set in Egypt in 1937. A team of archaeologists and soldiers enter a mountain tomb that seems to go on forever, and they aren’t alone inside these caves. It’s based on real Egyptian myths. I’m currently at 250 pages. My aim is to finish the manuscript this summer and release it within the next year or so.
SRW: Alright, I’ve wasted enough of Brian’s time. Folks, if you like horror, go give Darkness Rising a shot!
Author Bio: Brian Moreland writes novels and short stories of horror and supernatural suspense. His books include Dead of Winter , Shadows in the Mist , The Girl from the Blood Coven, The Witching House, The Devil’s Woods , The Vagrants , Darkness Rising ., and Blood Sacrifices: Four Tales of Terror . Brian lives in Dallas, Texas where he is diligently writing his next horror book.
Brian’s blog: http://www.brianmoreland.blogspot.com Follow on Twitter: @BrianMorelandLike Brian’s Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/HorrorAuthorBrianMorelandAudio Books: http://www.audiorealms.com/cgi-bin/commerce.cgi?search=action&keywords=%22Brian%20Moreland%22Website: http://www.brianmoreland.com/
Published on June 24, 2016 03:00
June 20, 2016
Hate disguised as religion
Apologies, folks. But I'm jumping up on my soap-box for a rare departure.
The Orlando shooting was a tragedy. Very sad, very frightening.
Then this ass-hat, "pastor" Roger Jiminez from Sacramento, proclaims that he thought the tragedy was great. "Orlando's a little safer tonight."
Safe from what? He's apparently so fearful of homosexuality, he protests too much. Repressed much? Love should not be a crime, no matter the gender, certainly not a governmental concern.
I'm not a religious guy much, but I do know the teachings of Jesus certainly wouldn't sway toward the outright hatred, the vile evil this douche is spilling. Advocating killing?
Jiminez goes on further, saying the government should round up all gay people and blow their brains out. He proclaims the dead "pedophiles."
I can't believe Jiminez has a following flock of believers.
Jesus was open to everyone. Hung out with an unsavory crew. Nice guy by all accounts.
Jiminez, you suck. One of the most evil people since Hitler.
The Orlando shooting was a tragedy. Very sad, very frightening.
Then this ass-hat, "pastor" Roger Jiminez from Sacramento, proclaims that he thought the tragedy was great. "Orlando's a little safer tonight."
Safe from what? He's apparently so fearful of homosexuality, he protests too much. Repressed much? Love should not be a crime, no matter the gender, certainly not a governmental concern.
I'm not a religious guy much, but I do know the teachings of Jesus certainly wouldn't sway toward the outright hatred, the vile evil this douche is spilling. Advocating killing?
Jiminez goes on further, saying the government should round up all gay people and blow their brains out. He proclaims the dead "pedophiles."
I can't believe Jiminez has a following flock of believers.
Jesus was open to everyone. Hung out with an unsavory crew. Nice guy by all accounts.
Jiminez, you suck. One of the most evil people since Hitler.
Published on June 20, 2016 09:42
June 17, 2016
Colonoscopies are fun!
I've been in hospitals a lot. Never as a patient, though, not until recently.My doctor decided I needed a colonoscopy. Quite a lovely hospital visit actually. I was treated as a King. As I sprawled out in comfort and all my glory on the hospital bed, a nurse asked if I wanted a toasty blanky. A toasty blanky! Then she inquired if I'd like nice socks for my feet. Man, you can't pay for such pampering. Wonderful. For sure, I thought a manicure was up next.
The feeling of being wheeled into the Special Room on a gurney was peculiarly freeing. Doing absolutely nothing, yet still mobile. Goosebumps. A nurse swayed me in with a Brylcream smile and a game-show hostess hand gesture. Very welcoming.
The procedure itself was a blast. None of that nonsense about counting down to ten while you go under. The anesthesiologist told me to breathe deeply. Boom. And out!
Then my wondrous day of being pampered took a dark turn.
Next thing I know Nurse Ratched is standing over me, screaming that it's time to wake up and get the hell out her hospital. My reign as King of the day didn't last for long. But it was good to be King. At least for a little while.
Still, all in all, for such an intrusively invasive procedure (considering there was a snaky camera up my wazoo), it was nothing.
It's the prep work that'll kill ya. Seriously.
Good Lord, I didn't know I had that much to give. And give and give. I know giving is kind, but come on, even Jesus had his limits. Endless bathroom agony.
I'm still trying to adjust. Things like this usually only happen to people who are abducted by aliens (why aliens have a strange attraction to anal probes is beyond me.). My butt doctor said she'll see me in ten years. I dread it already.
And I promise this is the last time I'll blog about my bum. I swear! (Maybe).
Published on June 17, 2016 03:00
June 10, 2016
Ghosts and Social Awkwardness: A Chat with Horror Author Mick Sims
Recently I had the pleasure of reading a terrific collection of ghost stories, Death’s Sweet Echo. It’s attributed to the work of two men, Len Maynard and Mick Sims. I was able to track down one of the two gentlemen, Mick Sims. The other? I’ve found no proof of his existence. In fact, given the subject matter of the book, I believe he may even be a ghost (a ghost writer?). Be that as it may, Mick Sims has agreed to be grilled this week on Twisted Tales from Tornado Alley.
SRW: Welcome Mick! Okay, I’m sure you’ve been asked this question a lot, but as it’s new to me, I’ve gotta ask…How in the world do two men collaborate on a book? As a writer, I have a hard enough time dealing with all of the voices in my own head (hence why I drink).
MS: Hi. Firstly let me confirm the physical existence of my writing partner. Len and I met when we were 11 at school but became friends later due to a mutual girlfriend. The friendship always comes first, before the writing, although that is the cement that binds the relationship. Anyway. How the hell do we do it? Wish I knew! It was a painful process to get to the fluent process we have now. Our early stories were a learning curve. What I don’t think we realized at the time was that we were both not only learning to write – and all writers develop at different speeds – but we were also learning to write with another person. Those two things combined certainly made for a combustible mix.
One way it would work was one would start a story, stop for a variety of reasons, hand it over to the other for them to finish. We then had a jointly written story. We decided very early on that each story should have one author voice – more than just a style, although a cohesive style was important. Another way we did it was for one of us to completely write a story and then hand it to the other to edit, revise, as needed. That was when a lot of rows began. How dare he suggest changes to my precious story? We had a meeting place by the river, near the pub we frequented, and after a row, sometimes hours after, we would meet up there as if by pre-arrangement and come to an agreement about the story. Pregnant pauses were our specialty, with silence as a weapon. We’d spend hours discussing a single word if we felt passionately enough about it.
Over the years we have smoothed it all out. We are open and honest with each other, and no offence is taken when change is suggested. I have a voodoo doll of Len at home with enough pins left to carry me over the next few years. Taking it right up to the present day, when we write more novels than stories, we each write the complete book/story and then hand it over to the other for revision which includes proofing, copy editing, as well as revising if we feel it needs it. With each book we spend days at the end reading it together, page by page, for grammar, continuity, repetition and other flaws we find.
We wrote as individuals for a while then realized that we would be competing for the same markets, so the sensible thing seemed to be to pool our resources. Luckily our individual styles have developed over the years into a single M&S style so there is never a case of anyone being able to see the joins. Although one reviewer did say they could – on a book one of had written alone. No wonder they couldn’t reply when I asked them where the joins were! We also got a review along the lines of – did it really take two of them to write this pile of **** - which was one reason behind the change of name to Maynard Sims.
We used to brainstorm, sometimes for weeks on end. I remember one novel we planned was discussed at length and completely story-boarded - a process that went on for weeks if not months. In fact it took so long to plan we both ran out of steam on it and it was shelved. We refined the process after that. I think we have been writing together for so long now that we respect each other’s strengths and recognize each other’s weaknesses.
SRW: The writing in Death’s Sweet Echo is at times exquisite, very British. Now keep in mind I live in Kansas, so anything sounds upper-crust to these Midwest ears. Do you purposefully strive for quaint, somewhat old-fashioned prose? Is it the same style you use in your crime thrillers?
MS: I remember standing in line at Disney Orlando and people were getting onto the rides quicker than us. A US man asked me what was happening and I told him the others had a ‘Fast Pass’. I come from South London, not upper-crust land at all. My accent is not posh. Yet for him he thought it was funny to mimic my words as though I’d spoken them in a Royal family very upper voice. He sounded odd for sure.
With the writing our first stories were M R James type traditional ghost stories. Since those collections we have steered the ghosts and strange tales into the modern world, but our stories do have a voice that sets them apart from our novels. Even a story set in the US, like Glorious Dilapidation from Death’s Sweet Echo, is written with as much grace and subtlety as we can manage. Our intention with our stories is to invoke a mood rather than to explain. To paint a picture of atmosphere and disquiet.
Our novels - whether they are standalone supernatural horror or the Department 18 books or standalone thrillers or the DCI Jack Callum series of crime novels or the Bahamas set of thrillers or the erotic romances - each has a very different voice from the stories. Each type of novel has its own style that is different from the other novels.
SRW: In Death’s Sweet Echo, the tales are of an old-school sort. Very old-school, M. R. James ancient school, even. A compliment! You effortlessly combine James’ subtle style of supernatural shenanigans with a more modern day psychological slant. Are James’ ghost stories an inspiration?
MS: I remember being driven in my lunch hour from my day job back in 1972 to a local book shop who had advertised a copy of the 1931 Collected M R James with a signed handwritten letter inside. I paid £10 for it all those years ago - probably about £130 now or $185, still cheap and very worth it.
His work is an inspiration but for us some of the other ghost story writers of the early twentieth century are more so. H R Wakefield, R H Malden, L T C Rolt, and several others. We have a large collection of horror books and most are pretty old collections and anthologies. It’s the collective charisma (almost) of them that is our real inspiration.
When we write a story the usual method is to have a title that inspires us. Then a germ of an idea - like the man haunted by his own guilt (Guilt Casts a Long Shadow from DSE) - and we just run with it until the end creeps up like a shadow at the end of a summers day.
SRW: And like James, many of your protagonists are socially backwards, misanthropic in several cases. They say you should write what you know. Are you a hermit, Mick? Or a social butterfly?
MS: Not a hermit although given the choice I would be far less social than I am. My wife nags me to go out occasionally and talk to people but I much prefer to sit and write or potter in the garden or play with my granddaughter. I can rise to the occasion when social butterfly mode is required but usually hide behind a façade of smartass ‘funny’ comments that keep people at arm’s length so I don’t have to reveal how shallow I truly am and how all my interesting ideas get put into my books rather than spoken out loud.
SRW: In the current age of splatter horror and torture porn, I appreciated the subdued approach you guys took in your ghost stories. These are tales I’d feel safe having my mother read, yet they don’t forego the creepy dread the best supernatural tales evoke. Is this a reaction to today’s anything goes horror ethic? Or just what you guys like?
MS: Definitely what we like to read and so it’s what we write. When we published and edited Enigmatic Tales and all its sister titles we had strict rules on what was acceptable. Swearing was out, sex and violence were out.
Horror doesn’t have to be bloody or gory or even nasty. For me it is far more scary for the normal to gradually reveal itself to be anything but. Quiet horror is my preference. It is far more challenging as a writer I think to be able to hold back and to suggest rather than to throw it all in and hope for the best. Writerly advice is always to show not tell and we use a similar approach with our stories. Suggest don’t explain.
SRW: Following up on that, are all of your books of this ilk? Or do you vary genre and style?
MS: Oh, variety is our spice. Our standalone horrors feature Moroccan water gods (Shelter), sexual vampires (Demon Eyes), psychic demons (Nightmare City), a type of werewolf (Stronghold), an erotic ghost (Stillwater), and a pedophile (Convalescence). There is swearing sex and violence aplenty.
The Department 18 series are supernatural / crime crossovers and has demons, witches, and all manner of evil entities, with as much modern horror as we can fit in. There are five books so far - Black Cathedral, Night Souls, The Eighth Witch, A Plague Of Echoes and Mother Of Demons.
Our standalone thrillers are good versus evil and are as hard edged as they need to be. Gangsters and cops. Drugs and guns and sex and enough violence to keep the modern reader drooling and reading. Let Death Begin, Through The Sad Heart and Falling Apart At The Edges
The Jack Callum crime books feature an ordinary cop investigating extraordinary crimes. The crimes are gruesome and relentless. No Evil and Prime Evil.
The Bahamas thriller books are the same - criminals and cops with our hero - an ordinary man thrust into situations he has to fight against to survive. Touching The Sun, Calling Down The Lightning and Raging Against The Storm.
Our erotic romances are described by the publishers as ‘red hot sexual content’. Based purely on fiction (believe that!) - written under a pseudonym to protect the innocent.
So each type of book we write has its own unique style. We switch into that style when we start a new book in the series and we are comfortable writing in different styles. Sometimes an idea forms and we have to decide which type of book the story and plot best fits.
SRW: As writers, we’re told the importance of opening sentences. These days you gotta hook the reader fast. You two excel at opening sentences. Readers, check out these: “It was colder than the grave in the sarcophagus.” “By the end of the day one of us would die…” and my personal favorite, “The first time I saw Melinda laugh out loud, she was already dead.” Do you spend a long time perfecting the opening sentence?
MS: Sometimes. Usually though it is either the opening sentence or the story title that inspires the whole idea for the story. Often the title and opening sentence is all we have. They come easily - drop into the head when out walking the dog, or cooking or whatever. The way we each write is slightly different. I start with the sentence and the title and begin writing. The characters take the story where it needs to go.
SRW: Along these lines, the tales’ titles are very poetic, of a very old-fashioned bent. What comes first, the story or the title?
MS: Usually the title and the first sentence or two. I often have titles stocked up waiting for a story to follow. Many first lines are also filed away for later use. We have had collections where the first few stories had one word titles so for consistency, and being a slave to low level OCD, every story then had to be a single word.
Other collections where the first story or two had longer, poetic titles so that had to be followed through. A title should have some relevance to the contents of the story of course. That can often be a driver for a plot - follow the title to its natural conclusion.
You keep using the phrase ‘old-fashioned’ or ‘old-school’. We aren’t old - 63 is the new 27 didn’t you know? We like to write proper English and that can appear a bit staid. We like to throw in some literary flourishes to keep the reader on their toes as well. British English is different to US English of course, and so writing what we were schooled as correct use of commas, and so on, we may come across as being traditional rather than modern.
Our minds do hark back with our ghost stories to an indiscriminate time between the wars and just after World War 2 when unexplained things were easier to describe and to use a frighteners. When we write a story we are trying to invoke the spirit of the best of the traditional ghost story writers but without becoming pastiches.
SRW: Of course you knew I’d enjoy your stand-up comedian tale, “And It Goes Like This,” seeing as how my last book was a stand-up comical horror riff. Have you had any experience in stand-up? Research or wing it?
MS: I like to play the comic at social events but that is merely to mask a social inferiority complex. In my previous day job I had to do presentations and they used to frighten me far more than any horror film ever did. Shakes, sweats, I had them all. Then I was best man at Len’s second wedding and I treated the speech as a standup gig. I basically said what a miserable old git he used to be until he met his wife. There was more to it than that but the audience reacted well so I milked it for all I could get. I read out ‘funny’ cards and went on far too long. At the end people groaned when I finished and came up afterwards asking me if I did it for a living. That gave me the confidence to talk in public at the drop of a hat.
“And It Goes Like This” was a title I got in a way that I often do - while listening to music. Maroon 5 - Move Like Jagger. “My ego is big / I don't give a shit / And it goes like this / [Chorus:] Take me by the tongue”. I occasionally listen to music when writing and the phrase stuck. Putting in so many jokes made the writing easier and quicker - a lazy way to get some word length. The man haunted by his own past while sad about his downfall from grace and the heights he used to enjoy followed.
SRW: The final story, “Restitution,” perfectly captures the weary, dreary job search that frightens kids straight out of college. Practically my life story told in a few pages! While a lot of your stories feature unlikeable protagonists, more often than not, they’re portrayed in identifiable situations a lot of readers will be able to relate to. Do you find this helps ground the supernatural events?
MS: Totally. To us it is far more scary for your normal life to hold the terrors. We go to school, to college, university maybe and then to work. We both held a day job for 40 - 45 years. Young people these days rarely do that. They will have to work longer and with far less security than we ever had and that’s frightening. To me it is horrible that anyone has to work for money at all. There should be a way for the world to operate where we can all do what we love rather than enduring jobs to earn the money to live our lives. You shouldn’t have to just live for the weekends.
I would love my daughter (and her daughter later in her life) to be able to have the freedom to do what they would like to do rather than be tied to a grind it out job.
With the stories our scares come from the characters. It is important for us for the reader to recognize the person, even if they are not very nice people. We try to describe ordinary situations but put in enough twists and uncertainties so that a gradual sense of dread and unease builds until the normal has been turned on its head.
SRW: What’s up next for the very prolific and interesting duo of Maynard and Sims?
MS: We have written more stories (by invitation) since DSE so another collection will appear possibly next year. The third Jack Callum book (Appetite For Evil) will be finished shortly so should be out by the end of this year. The three Bahamas books are scheduled to come out this year and next. The sixth Department 18 novel (Tashkai Kiss) is being read. We have just sent off a crime novella - Devil. An erotic romance novella has just come out - First Time Arousal.
Our website has all the fun at the fair www.maynard-sims.com
Our Amazon Author page is http://www.amazon.com/Maynard-Sims/e/B005XOR8H6/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4?qid=1463093840&sr=8-4 Death’s Sweet Echo is out in hardcover at a discount at the publishers http://shop.ticketyboopress.co.uk/index.php?id_product=81&controller=product
Prime Evil is up at https://www.amazon.com/PRIME-gripping-detective-thriller-suspense-ebook/dp/B01BDN5RZU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1463093989&sr=8-1&keywords=maynard+sims We’re on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Maynard-Sims-207499732626312/timeline/?ref=hland loads of other social media hangouts - we love to do YouTube book trailers - check a few out.
We like them YouTube https://www.youtube.com/user/michaelsims
SRW: Thanks much for visiting, Mick. If you readers enjoy old-fashioned goose-bumps read late at night, check them out!
MS: Good man. Some lovely questions. Touching on my favorite subject. Me. But seriously…
Published on June 10, 2016 03:00
June 3, 2016
Confessions of a Man with a Tail
I'm not happy about being the eighth wonder of the world. Not really how I'd like to be known.
But, yeah, I am. I have a tail. It's wagging right now.
It protrudes where things shouldn't stick out. Very curious.
I saw my doctor, asked about my tail.
She said, "Yes. Wow! You do have a tail."
Huh.
Didn't exactly instill me with confidence. As soon as I left the office, I checked out all of the local carnivals, inquiring if they had a freak-show opening. "Step right up to see the incredible Dog-Boy with a tail!"
How did this happen?
I wasn't born this way. It just sorta grew.
Specialist time. Even she was stymied.
"Oh, my," she said, "you've got a lotta things going on down there."
When you freak out a butt doctor, things aren't looking well. Again, not a confidence builder.
By the time you read this, my tail will be gone. Surgery scheduled yesterday, June 2nd. I'd like to keep my tail in a jar, remember the good times we shared, wagging when we were happy. I'll miss you, old friend.
Photos to follow!
But, yeah, I am. I have a tail. It's wagging right now.
It protrudes where things shouldn't stick out. Very curious.
I saw my doctor, asked about my tail.
She said, "Yes. Wow! You do have a tail."
Huh.
Didn't exactly instill me with confidence. As soon as I left the office, I checked out all of the local carnivals, inquiring if they had a freak-show opening. "Step right up to see the incredible Dog-Boy with a tail!"
How did this happen?
I wasn't born this way. It just sorta grew.
Specialist time. Even she was stymied.
"Oh, my," she said, "you've got a lotta things going on down there."
When you freak out a butt doctor, things aren't looking well. Again, not a confidence builder.
By the time you read this, my tail will be gone. Surgery scheduled yesterday, June 2nd. I'd like to keep my tail in a jar, remember the good times we shared, wagging when we were happy. I'll miss you, old friend.
Photos to follow!
Published on June 03, 2016 03:00


