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Do I answer these as I get them? Okay, I'll do so with this one at least. Matt, the meaning of life is to overthrow the meaninglessness of it and make it mean something. Don't get bogged down in the fear of death. Eat Twinkies. You could get hit by a truck tomorrow and it could all be over. You really wanna live to 100 and not eat any Twinkies? That sounds terribly meaningless. I'd rather live to like 80 or something and eat some Twinkies. Or Chocodiles. And fucking Funny Bones. Those things are delicious. But hear me out! The Twinkies are figurative. Could be burgers. Or pizza. Could be nachos. Could be ice cream or pork buns.
If I haven't made you understand the meaning of life by now, I apoligize and will mail you a box of Twinkies to make up for it. But this time I literally mean Twinkies. I ain't mailing you no ice cream or pizza.

Do I answer these as I get them? Okay, I'll do so with this one at least. Matt, the meaning of life is to overthrow the meaningless of it and make it mean..."
Haha, amazing! Hilarious . . . and although it comes off as being odd ramblings of a guy starving to death, it's actually incredibly insightful. After I read it, I actually sat there, staring blankly at the screen with a look of 'mind blown' sprawled across my face, sitting there wondering to myself: Have I really been eating as many Twinkies as I'd like too. My conclusion is this . . . No. But that is the point, right? If you ever had enough Twinkies there would be nothing else left to live for; nothing to strive and achieve for, eat and indulge in. The point is not to have all Twinkies, but to make the biggest meal out of the Twinkies you do have, sell that meal and buy more Twinkes (Repeat process). Good advice, Jeff! Thanks!


1. I grew up in Everett, MA, just three miles north of Boston's North End, where the Italians made some damn good canolis.
2. I've always been a big fan of punk and metal. My favorite bands of all time are The Misfits, Helloween and KISS.
3. I have three dogs and a wife. We live in New Hampshire. We named our dogs after characters we love. Chewie (Star Wars), Velma (Scooby-Doo) and Scully (X Files).
4. I was a drummer in a lot of punk/hardcore bands before I turned to writing.
5. My favorite writers are: Piers Anthony, Robert Jordan, Danger Slater, Dean Koontz, Robert E. Howard, Kevin L. Donihe, Douglas Adams, Douglas Clegg.
6. I'm not ashamed to admit that my inspiration comes more from 80's movies than it does from the books I read. I get a lot of my story ideas from the movies, which is the most important thing, I think. The folks mentioned above just teach me how to get my words and points across as eloquently as possible.
7.I have an obsession with green women.
8. I believe in aliens.
9. My first book, November Coming Fire, made me so depressed that I started writing comedy-horror. I've written two serious horror books since then (Cassie and Devil Rain) but never will again. I like to laugh and smile. Not be depressed.
10. I write campy Barbarian Fiction too.
11. I plan on.....ahh shit I limited myself to ten things.

Matt wrote: "Cool dog names! Breeds?"
Thanks, Jeff! You didn't HAVE to write anything about yourself, but I think it makes an author people may not be familiar with a bit more approachable. So thank you!!! We will see if this boosts question asking! ;-)
And as for answering, well, that's TOTALLY up to you. Answer as they're asked, or wait til the end of the month. Ir a combo. Whatever you want! It IS your month!!! <3
~Teresa~
And as for answering, well, that's TOTALLY up to you. Answer as they're asked, or wait til the end of the month. Ir a combo. Whatever you want! It IS your month!!! <3
~Teresa~







My original intention was to self-publish from the get go as a means of getting myself out there to get noticed by publishers. I thought about subbing my first novel, but was like, shit this could take years. So I just went ahead DIY style. And thanks to the bizarro community, I succeeded beyond my own expectations of getting noticed. In that time I've realized that the people you want to impress are the readers, and a worthwhile reader doesn't care about how your book is published. So now I just do it all that way. If a publisher comes along and offers me a good deal, I'll most likely take it. But I like doing all the work and being my own boss and handling all the business. So as long as you don't mind being excluded from things like awards and associations and stuff like that, self publishing is a wonderful platform.

I put myself on a 1000 word a day regimen. I'd be lying if I said I stick to it every day. But most often I do. As far as my routine, I do my best work at night when I get home from work. Writing in the morning is tough for me, knowing that I have someone else's deadline where I have to stop. At night my only deadline is when I get too tired, and I work better with my own deadlines. I usually sit in my office with on my recliner with laptop on a pillow and just chill, letting the vulgarity flow, so long as the dogs don't get too distracting with their cuteness.
My outline is really my first draft. I will take a bunch of notes and put them in chronological order, but actually outlining something in true outline form has always bored the shit out of me. Better to just start typing and let the wind carry you.

I quit drinking first. I don't think it's even possible for a drinker to quit smoking. I also never got shit done writing-wise while I was drinking. I quit that shit and suddenly I had five books out in a year, and people seemed to like me more haha.
So a few months later I quit smoking. At one point I smoked three packs a day. Quitting booze was easy for me. The smoking however, was fucking torture. But here's how I did it. I accepted that I wanted to quit, and accepted the misery I had imposed upon myself. I imagined that I had just had a major operation, and over the next few months was going to be my recovery period. I accepted that it was going to suck, and stopped telling myself lies like that there would be any better time to quit than NOW. Every smoker tells themselves those lies. So I suffered. I relied on sheer will power, and thought only of that fact that each day the suffering would ease up, if only slightly. Two years later I still have not touched a cigarette since that day.
BUT...I do enjoy the occasional pipe/cigar. So some would argue that I didn't quit smoking at all. But they can blow me. I'm not smoking cigarettes every single day. I enjoying something else in heavy moderation. That, I think, is much different.
And yes, coffee is my best friend. I take it very bold, very strong, and with nothing more than a splash of cream.




I feel weird before, during and after everything I write. But yeah, the serious stuff in my early days made me feel a bad kind of weird. Like depressed weird. So I don't do it anymore. I used to be a depressed drunk, so my mind was full of all this serious stuff. But now I'm a fulltime goofball, so that's what my writing reflects. Fuck all that serious noise. Tits and dicks and farts, kid.


Three small dogs, and 40-something KISS fans from New Jersey.

Yes! Jefftembertoberfest would be rad.

1. Start a KISS cover band.
2. Start a podcast about our journey.
3. Co-author a book.
4. Meditate.
5. Practice the tantra.
6. Play hide-and-go-seek.
7. Tell spooky stories before bedtime.
8. Start a RATT cover band.
9. CO-author another book.
10. Go vegan.
11. Start eating meat again.
12. Play hopscotch.
13. Watch lots of porn (separately) to keep from falling in love with each other.
14. Watch scary movies.
15. Grill some burgers.
16. Fall in love.
17. Die from colliding with an asteroid.

What is your favorite bounty hunter from Empire Strikes Back?
Do you like the various Misfits covers that Metallica have done?

All sources seem to indicate that Milton was abundantly hung. My favorite story is the one about the guys in the locker room at the country club who were having a longest penis contest. And Milt says, "okay, I'll just take out enough to win."
Gotta just go with Boba. My fascination with him is mostly based on my conspiracy theory that he killed Luke's aunt and uncle. I hope that gets revealed in the new movies.
They're okay. They're actually a big part of what led me to discover my favorite band. I got their Garage Days EP when I was about 12, so then I hunted down all the Misfits tapes I could. 20+ years and two singers later, they're still my favorite band.

Definitely BigBoobenstein. It's only book I actually remember writing. And I remember I was having a blast the whole time. And the book keeps making me have more fun as time goes on. I write every book with the intention of writing a sequel, and so far it's the only one I've actually done that with, and I have ideas for many more sequels. So that means I have more fun to look forward to.