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We’re moving…

Yep.. Finally got everything in place, so I will be moving the website in the next few days. How should I celebrate this monumental event? Free coffee and doughnuts?? I’m open to suggestions.

CORRECTION: THE SITE IS NOW MOVED… ALL NEW POSTS WILL BE MADE ….

HERE: http://www.jerryhanel.com

Please update your links accordingly. Thanks. –Jerry

Author Interview with Brent Nichols

Hello again everyone. It has been quite a while since I hosted an author interview. With that in mind, I went out searching for some of the best independent authors out there. I have several interviews lined up for the coming weeks, and I hope that you appreciate them all.

Today, I would like to introduce you all to Brent Nichols, author of Lord of Fire

Author: Brent Nichols
Genre: Fantasy

Synopsis:
It was a simple assignment. Deliver a little blue orb to the monastery at Boot Mountain. But no one told Brother Godfrey that the orb was the key to unimaginable power. No one told him that others would be coming after it.

For that matter, no one told him about the demonic guardians, either.

He never intended to assemble a team, but they kept showing up. A witch without any powers. A bearman who just wanted to be liked. A stableboy with dreams of adventure. Together they will face powerful and desperate men, men who will kill, and worse, to possess the orb.

And then there’s the squirrel. The one with the glowing red eyes. It’s hunting them.

They are an unlikely group of heroes, but they are the only thing standing between an unsuspecting world and the devastating rise of the Lord of Fire.

So, let’s get started. Good morning, Brent. Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

Compulsion? Obsession? Lack of other marketable skills? I’ve been pursuing the dream of authorial success for so long that I can’t really imagine stopping. If I had to sum it up, I would say that I write because I’m a writer.

I love story telling, and I love the idea that people will be entertained by my stories. Complete strangers will spend hours caught up in worlds of my imagining, caring about people I invented.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

Treasure Island is probably the first book that really captivated me. The adventure, the exotic strangeness of it all, the exciting story that was so different from my dull, ordinary life. I loved that book.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

I did stand-up comedy for 10 years. I never make a living at it, but it was a really cool, occasionally lucrative hobby.

What is your current project about?

I’m writing a novel about a kingdom with a very bad king and the desperate men who decide to depose him. It’s loaded with action, but it is also a serious examination about how we become who we are, and the degree to which we can choose what kind of person we become. I took a lot of my inspiration from stores like The Prisoner of Zenda and The Man in the Iron Mask. What happens when a king gets replaced? I look at some serious issues, but I’m also keeping the tone of swashbuckling adventure that made those stories so much fun to read.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

On the one hand, I was inspired by classic adventure stories. At the same time, I’m fascinated by the nature of identity. I wanted to tell the story of two young men, each of whom could be King, and how each of them is changed by responsibility and pressure.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?

I want to write a classic sword and sorcery trilogy in the time-honoured style of Tolkien and Tad Williams. Not a single word has been written, but I’m working on characters and plot lines in my mind.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

Sorry, dude, I got nothin’.

What do you think those five words say about your personality?

I’m an incurable smart-Alec, even under pressure.

Haha… Okay, then, do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?

No pets. I would love to have a cat, but I can’t persuade my wife that it’s a good idea.

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

Writing is really the only area where I can see myself becoming well-known. I would like to be known as an entertainer, someone who made people laugh, someone who provided excitement and drama and entertainment.


If you would like to know more about Brent, you can find his book on Amazon or Smashwords.

45 Days of THALOC

To celebrate the release of my new book, I’m going to be hosting a “45-Days of Thaloc” giveaway. The First Prize is a signed copy of Thaloc Has a Body, when it is released. There is one First Place prize, for those of you statisticians out there that care about such things.

The Second Place prize is a free ebook copy of Thaloc Has a Body, gifted through the Amazon system. There are five second-place prizes up for grabs.

The Third Place prize is a free ebook copy of the first book in the series, Death Has a Name. There are 45 third-place prizes up for grabs.

Here’s how it will work.
1) Sign-up!! To sign-up, simply “Like” my author page on Facebook (if you haven’t already. If you’ve already liked the page, then you don’t have to try it again.), and leave a comment on the 45-Days of Thaloc picture there.

You must have “liked” the author page AND have a comment on the image. For your convenience, the links to each are listed here:

Author Page

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DON’T COMMENT ON THIS BLOG. Comment on the Facebook image via the link above!

2) 45-Days of free ebooks! Every day between June 15th and July 30th, I will pick one person at random from the entire list of entires that morning, and gift them a copy of Death Has a Name (ebook) via Amazon. Sorry, but for this giveaway, it will have to be through Amazon. I know there are some of you out there that don’t have Kindles or Kindle software. You can download the free app from Amazon, but I have to go through this process for this giveaway.

On July 30th I will draw 5 names from the list of entries. Those people will win the 5 e-copies of Thaloc Has a Body.

Also on July 30th, I will draw one lucky name from the entire list of entries. That person will win the First Place prize.

3) One prize level per person. Each person can only win a First, Second or Third Place prize once. That means, you could have AT MOST one first place, one second place and one third place, but not more than that. Make sense? Good.

4) No Extras. Sorry. If there are no more names for a given round (i.e. if only 5 people sign up), then no more e-copies will be given. I’m not going to send multiple gifts out to people who have already received one.

UPDATE: In answer to a question someone sent me… The comment needs to say something to the effect of “Please sign me up for 45 Days of THALOC! You can win too!” … but be creative. =) Let’s see how creative people can be.

So, tell your friends and family. It’s fun to share, especially if they can win free stuff!! Comment on the picture, Like the author page, and get ready for a summer of fun reading with Death Has a Name and Thaloc Has a Body.

DAY 01 Winner: Heather Josey
DAY 02 Winner: Mickaela Marie Casper

NOTE: THE SITE HAS MOVED! ALL FUTURE UPDATES HAVE BEEN MOVED TO http://jerryhanel.com/2011/06/45-days-of-thaloc/

The date is set!

I’m working with several people in order to make the release of Thaloc Has a Body an event, not just a day where another indie book is released to the masses.

The date is July 30, 2011. Stay tuned here for information on physical book signings, ebook giveaways and much more!

I have a ton of new things to share, but I have to wait until the details are set.

STAY TUNED! …

Thaloc Has a Body Cover Art

My new book, Thaloc Has a Body, is coming out this summer. I’m in the final stages, and everything is moving so, so, so fast again. I forgot how the final stages feel like the log ride at the fair. You creep along at a snail’s pace during the writing process, then everything slips out of your control as you plummet back down to reality during the editing, cover art and publishing stages. It’s just crazy.

For now, I thought you’d like to see the final cover art for the new book. Stay tuned for an “official” release date for the book. I’m about to get that nailed down.

New Cover Art is In!

After much deliberating, and more feedback than I can possibly handle, I’ve decided to go with some new cover art for Death Has a Name. Why?

1) People thought DHAN was a horror book. Sean’s artwork is amazing (and I still love it!) but I wanted to convey more of the intent of the book.

2) I’m about to publish the second book in the series, and I wanted to create two covers that have the same theme, stylistically.

So, without further adieu, … The new cover art:

Let me know what you think of the artwork. And keep your eyes peeled for the new art to be hitting e-book stores like Amazon and Barnes & Noble soon.

American Cancer Society Update

Well, the response to this too was reasonably underwhelming. I had expected a few more replies than I received. Several people sent us encouraging notes, and we appreciate those. I’m glad to hear from each of you how the ACS has touched your lives as well.

My wife and I are going to add some of our own money to the pool to bring the grand total up to $25. It’s a lot less than I’d hoped to be able to send, but it is what it is.

I appreciate all of the notes of encouragement and support, and I sincerely hope that if the ACS has an event in your area, give. You don’t have to give through this page, and this idea wasn’t about selling books, or gaining fame. It was about helping the ACS raise money in their annual drive. They are a great institution, and have done so much for me and my family.

Thanks again, and god bless each of you.

–Jerry

American Cancer Society – Relay for Life

So we spoke with my wife’s folks today. I guess they aren’t going to be hosting their Relay For Life team this year. It’s too bad, too. We had a chunk of change we were going to donate to their team. So, in the spirit of things, I think we’ve found a new team to which to donate the cash.

But that got me thinking. Yes, I know. It’s a dangerous thing to get me thinking. But having both of my in-laws as cancer survivors really does encourage me to do what I can for this kind of research. It is specifically that research that has led to them being with us today. And, I love my in-laws.

So, one of the things I would love to do is help the Relay for Life. One idea that came to mind is to sell more books. So, here’s the deal…

During the month of May, if you buy a book through THIS LINK, I will send you an electronic copy of Death Has a Name, and all profits from this specific link will go toward the American Cancer Society Relay for Life.

Yes, I’m charging more than $1 for the book through this link. Yes, you can get the book cheaper through Amazon, etc. But this is for a good cause, folks, and I am trying to raise as much as I can for this cause since it is very dear to our hearts.

So, share the link, facebook, tweet, twiddle… whatever you have to do, and share the love. Help me raise all that I can for this very worthy cause. You can use the short link http://bit.ly/iNr7Ll for twitter, etc. if you need to.

Please share THIS LINK ( http://jerryandcheryl.net/writing/help-me-help-the-acs/ ) with as many people as you can and get the word out.

Thanks.

Author Interview with Jack Murphy

Good morning, everyone! I’m still hard at work at my day job, so writing has been difficult for me. Luckily I’ve found a couple more people who were willing to sit with me to do an author interview to keep the blog going. I promise to get more writing done very soon… as soon as I can work a normal day instead of 12-hour days.

Until then, let me introduce you all to Jack Murphy, author of PROMIS.


PROMIS
Tell us about yourself. Who is Jack Murphy?

Up until a year ago I was a Staff Sergeant in the US Army, having served in 3rd Ranger Battalion and 5th Special Forces Group. I spent eight years in Army Special Operations to include three combat deployments. While in the Rangers, I held several duty positions to include Anti-Tank Gunner, Sniper, and Team Leader. In Special Forces, I was the senior Weapons Sergeant (18B) on a Military Free Fall team. As the senior 18B it was my responsibility to be the chief adviser and trainer to an Iraqi SWAT team. In 2010, I decided to part ways with the military and am now pursuing a degree in International Business.

How long have you been writing, and what have you learned from it?

I’ve been writing since I was a teenager, mostly just short stories that I would share with friends. I’ve learned a lot from the research I have conducted for short stories and novel, uncovering military operations that Americans are completely unaware of. This is especially true of the Special Forces missions carried out by South African and Rhodesian forces during the 1970’s and 1980’s. I think the act of writing, in of itself, has taught me how much work really goes into creating a quality piece of work and has given me that much more respect for those who do it for a living.

Do you ever find yourself lost in your writing world trying to figure out some plot or action scene?

Sometimes. I think what tends to trip me up the most is figuring out how to reconcile history with my fictional reality. What I write could be thought of as “contemporary historical fiction” as it has a heavy basis in fact. When I find black holes or gaps in official history is where I feel free to exploit unknowns and insert my own plot devices. This is where things get tricky and I often find myself lost in another reality, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together.

What is your latest book about?

“PROMIS” is a short story that follows the trajectory of Sean Deckard, a soldier serving with the very secretive Studies and Observations Group (SOG) in the Vietnam war. SOG conducted highly classified cross border operations into Laos, Cambodia, and North Vietnam, executing prisoner snatches, search and destroy, intelligence gathering missions, and other various activities. Sean’s Recon Team gets paired with a CIA funded scientist who has a few ideas that could end the Vietnam War and together they discover far more than they bargained for.

Do you have any new projects that you can talk about?

I have a proof reader going over my novel, “Reflexive Fire” which takes place in current times. You can sample both PROMIS and RF at my blog, about two thirds of a rough cut of the novel is there for free. Currently, I’m doing research on the Rhodesian Special Air Service for the second issue of PROMIS. I intend to write a series that follows Sean’s career as a mercenary, fighting the dirty little wars the happened in the twilight of the Cold War.

What’s one thing that you think your readers “expect” from your work?

First and foremost, I think they expect a great story. Secondly, they want a reasonable degree of realism and plausibility. Readers want to see the details and expect writers not to do a hatchet job on military units or on history itself. In addition, I try to provide both tactical details and plot elements that even jaded readers have never seen before.

Do you use social media (Facebook, twitter, etc.)? If so, how often do you post, and what do you post about?

I am on Facebook and post once and a while. Overall, I don’t care much for social media, I guess because it strikes me as kind of superficial. I suppose it’s rare for someone my age (late 20’s) but at the moment I don’t even own a cell phone or have cable tv and I like it that way! I do have a blog which I’ve found myself having more fun with than I had ever expected. I think the most surprising thing about having a blog is all the cool people you get to meet. I’ve posted a lot of pictures from my deployments to Afghanistan and Iraq as well as commentary on other military issues. You can take a look and sample my writing at: http://reflexivefire.wordpress.com/

I enjoy books from so many different genres — from Christian fiction, to fantasy, to the paranormal. But when I look back at my choices, I see that there’s always a dark theme to them. What is one theme that you enjoy reading?

The deus ex machina theme, or plot device rather, is something I find myself drawn to again and again. The idea that one person, talented and determined enough, can save the day is always something that resonated with me. To me it’s also an expression of rugged individualism. It means that the individual matters and is more important than a collective that is, by it’s nature, incapable of making rational decisions.

Does this theme make it into your writing? Can you give us an example?

Absolutely. My characters often work in teams, be they military or freelancers, but they are teams of individuals who find a mutual benefit in working towards the same goals. My writing supports the idea that an individual human being matters and that one person can make a difference by doing something that has never been done before.

Thank you for your time. Before I let you go, I have one last question: If you could have any meal, with any spread across the table, what would it be?

I would settle for a nice juicy hamburger and fries. What can I say, I’m easy to please.

Author Interview with Kevin Domenic

Before I get started, I have to give full disclosure. While I enjoy many of the books I blog about, I am a HUGE fan of Kevin Domenic. His writing is very clean and his trilogy is very compelling.

A couple of days ago I had the chance to interview Mr. Domenic and here is what he had to say…


Key to the Stars Alliance of Serpents Eye of the Tornado

How did you come up with the plot crisis for Arus? Was it an analogy for something in your own life?

To an extent. I’ve always defined Arus’ character as “the person I wish I was.” There are things in my own life that have shaped who I am in a negative way. I can be a bit of a cynical pessimist at times, so I wanted Arus to be the exact opposite. In essence, I was writing my own role model. From there, the story kind of built itself around him.

Were any real-life people the inspirations behind any of your characters?

I guess Arus’ mother is a lot like my own. But other than that, not really. Not in The Fourth Dimension series, anyway. I wrote another book years ago where I defined the main male character as “the person I really am.” But that book needs a lot of editing and rewriting before I’ll be ready to share it. For The Fourth Dimension, most of my inspiration came from movies, video games, and oddly enough, WWE wrestling. The Undertaker’s character, in particular, provided some inspiration for Kitreena’s more cold-blooded moments.

I found the space scenes just as full-fledged and believable as the village scenes. Were any real-life settings the inspiration behind any of the scenes in the book?

Until just a few years ago, we had a beach house at Point Pleasant Beach in New Jersey. I used to go there every summer, and the thunderstorms there were amazing because you get such a clear view of the sky. I always felt that would be a cool backdrop for an epic battle scene. So at the end of Eye of the Tornado, I used that setting to start out the final battle.

Oh, and for the record, what you see on TV is NOT an accurate representation of the Jersey shore.

How old were you when you started writing the 4th Dimension series, and how long did it take you to write three full-length novels?

I started writing the first one when I was fourteen years old. I never envisioned writing as a career back then; it was more of a hobby. It wasn’t until I was twenty-two years old, working full time and attending community college, that I really made the decision that I wanted to pursue this as a career. I had written a few books outside of The Fourth Dimension, but I knew I wanted this story to be my “baby.” So I took the basics of the original manuscript and completely rewrote the story, this time dividing what was once a single book into three. I started work on that sometime in early 2006, I think. Between going to work full-time, school part time, and trying to make time for the lady in my life, I didn’t get much done.

In May of 2007, I got laid off from my job. I had built up a bit of a savings, so I decided to take the rest of 07 off and dedicate every day to those books. I finished the early drafts just before Christmas that year. At that time, my goal was to send them to traditional print publishers. But after sending out over a hundred submissions and receiving plenty of those rejection letters that we all love, I found myself getting a bit discouraged. My fiance was friends with Anne Rice online, and she convinced her to read a couple chapters for me. Anne told her that she saw no reason I shouldn’t be published and suggested self-publishing through Kindle and Smashwords. A few years later, and here we are!

Wow… so, did you have any problems keeping the facts straight across all three books over such a long timeframe?

Oh yeah! I usually type little notes to myself at the bottom of the document, but this time I had to create a whole separate text file for all the different storyline and character threads that I was weaving. It was the only way that I could remember where and when I wanted to bring them together.

Who was the most difficult character to write?

I would have to say Kindel was the toughest to write. I believe that every good villain needs to honestly believe that he or she is actually the hero. Though I’m a big fan of Star Wars, I never understood how the Sith could follow an ideology called the “Dark Side.” That’s pretty much proclaiming yourself to be evil. And evil, by its very definition, is wrong. It doesn’t make sense.

Take the different world leaders out there. Most of them, though we may not agree with them, honestly believe that they are acting in the best interest of their countries and their people. It’s the clashing of those ideologies that causes conflict. That’s what I wanted to recreate. The difficulty came in writing a convincing viewpoint that I personally don’t agree with. That was hard.

Do you have any new projects in the works that we (ahem, I) can look forward to purchasing?

Always. I’m currently writing something completely different from The Fourth Dimension. It’s a Christian young adult book, which I realize won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. My intention is to show how the negative events of our lives help us to grow and mature. Don’t worry, though. This isn’t going to be something you’d find on the Lifetime Movie Channel. Aside from that, I have two other books that need revisiting. And there’s much more to come from The Fourth Dimension, too.

Are you a member of any online or real-world writing groups?

Actually, for any indie authors interested in connecting with each other, there’s a group on Facebook that I just joined called “Indie Writers Unite.” Everyone has been really friendly and helpful so far, and I think it will be a good place for advice and support from others!

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_182561635089661

Do you use any other social media?

Oh yeah. I’m on Facebook, Twitter, myspace, Digg, Stumbleupon, and a number of others. I’m most active on facebook, though. I actually have three separate facebook pages. There’s one for me, one for The Fourth Dimension series, and one for my Retail Ramblings blog. Links to all of my sites can be found on my website, http://kevindomenic.blogspot.com. Just scroll down a bit and you’ll see them listed on the right sidebar.

The website is fairly new, so there’s not much in the way of real content yet. But I guarantee that there’s lots of great stuff to come! I’ll be posting blogs, updates on my work, random thoughts, and maybe even an author interview or two. Know anyone that might be interested? (hint, hint)

Where can my readers find more of your work?

Currently, I’m self-published on amazon.com, Smashwords.com, and most other ebook sites like Barnes & Noble and Sony’s Reader Store.

I also run a humor blog about experiences with crazy customers during my 11 years of retail work. It’s called Retail Ramblings, and can be found here: http://retail-ramblings.blogspot.com

On Smashwords, I’m currently running a Buy 1 get 1 50% Off sale on The Fourth Dimension books! Details can be found here: http://tfdworlds.blogspot.com/2011/03/sale-buy-1-get-1-half-off.html

Do you intend to continue writing more books in the Fourth Dimension world? Or do you think that storyline has run its course?

Arus and his friends have only just begun to explore the stars. There’s plenty more to come! I hope to begin work on Volume IV later this year once I finish my current project. I’m not sure how long the series will run, but I’ve got the basic plots for the next three volumes planned out.

And for something totally frivolous. Describe the perfect meal. What food makes do you crave at the mere mention of the name?

*chuckles* If you’d asked me that a couple of weeks ago, I would’ve said the boneless buffalo wings from Longhorn Steakhouse! But I just found out they discontinued them, and thus, my reason for eating there. A piece of me died inside on that day.

But at home, it’s anything with Frank’s Red Hot sauce! My fiancé created a dish that I really love. It’s a breaded chicken breast with hot sauce and Italian seasoning mixed into the bread crumbs. It’s my favorite!

Thank you so much for taking the time to answer these questions and for humoring a fan.

An Author/Character Interview Combination

Today, I’ve got a very special treat for you. We are interviewing Jennifer Rainey, Author of These Hellish Happenings. But it seems that Jack Bentley, one of her characters, has opted to sit in on the interview. I figured it would be a good chance for us to get to know both of them, so I asked them both several questions.


Jerry: What was the most challenging part of working with this character?

Jennifer: The most challenging part of working with Jack Bentley was taking into consideration his age. I never outright say it in the book, but he was born 1366. Not only that, but as a vampire, he’s been about twenty-five for over six centuries. It was a balancing act; I had to think about his age, his experience, how he would be jaded in certain ways, but at the same time, I had to make him relatable and human and think about how he would react to the situations in the book that are entirely new to him.

Jerry: So, Jack, what do you think Jennifer should have changed about you when they wrote you in?

Jack: I wish I had more of a spine. I mean, I’m not asking to be bloody Superman or whatever, but for Satan’s sake, I feel like I’ve spent half my life running from things. I’m not at all athletic, so I shouldn’t be running this much. Can’t be good for me, I imagine.

Jerry: What are Jack’s most endearing qualities and what are the worst?

Part of what makes Jack endearing is how human he is. He’s not your tall, dark and handsome brooding vampire. He’s not sexy, he’s not mind-numbingly sophisiticated; he’s a slightly dorky, cowardly vamp with an almost obsessive love of music and a few vague hopeless romantic tendencies. But throughout the novel, he begins to overcome his cowardice and his tendency to repress memories he doesn’t want to face, and I think that makes him very likeable, as well.

His worst quality? He’s a complete slob.

Jerry: Do you think you were represented well in her portrayal of you?

Jack: First, I want to say I’m not that messy. There is a system to my… organizational techniques. I just have to remember on what part of the floor I last saw whatever it is I’m looking for.

But yeah, I think I was represented well enough. Jenny certainly dug into my mind a little more than I wanted her to, but in the end, I think it made for a good story. All that probing paid off. … Not… not that kind of prob… you know what I mean.

Jerry: Did you get into arguments with Jack when writing him into the story? How long did it take you to resolve any arguments and get back to the task of getting your story out?

Jennifer: Of course. I unfortunately can’t think of any specific ones at the moment, but he can be very stubborn if he wants to be. Normally we’d work it all out in a day or so, though, and carry on with our work.

Jerry: Jack, from your perspective, what is this story about?

This is a story about me never, ever catching a break. I go through more torture in this novel than all the torture in the Spanish Inquisition combined.

But really, it’s about me going to Hell and working there and getting involved in Hell’s society and politics, which are absolutely nothing short of awful. And I pick up a demon lover along the way, but Jenny told me that’s a spoiler and I shouldn’t talk about it.

Jerry: Jennifer, I guess it’s only fair I ask you the same question. What is this story about from your perspective as the author?

Jennifer: At its core, These Hellish Happenings is dark comedy about a man who has to go to Hell to figure himself out. Jack may not want to admit it himself, but he experiences a kind of rebirth when he goes down to the underworld. The Hell he encounters is far from Dante or the fire and brimstone most think of, and is actually quite a lot like Earth. He finds himself getting wrapped up in the affairs of Hell, in demonic politics, and indeed, even in romance, and through all that, he begins to figure himself out after 600 years of not quite being able to on Earth.

Jerry: Do you intend to write a sequel?

It’s actually the first of a trilogy, so yes, I’m working on the sequel right now. It’s tentatively called When Hell Freezes Over.

Jerry: Jack, how do you feel about that, hearing her say that she intends to write more about you?

I’m up for it. I’m not shutting up just yet. She knows if she didn’t write a sequel, I’d just kick around her brain. Drive her bonkers. … Which doesn’t sound too bad, actually.

Jerry: So, Jack, how are you adjusting to the publicity? Do you enjoy being known by potentially millions of readers?

It’s really nothing new to me. I am, after all, the famous vampire from the Registration Office of Hell. Seems like everyone on Hell’s Administrative Level is aware of me at this point. Some of them aren’t too pleased that a “leech”, as they’d say, got such an important job. Anyway, it’s prepared me for any publicity coming my way, I’d imagine.

Jerry: And finally… What other projects do you have in the works? Anything you’d be willing to share about at this point?

Jennifer: Like I said, I am working on the second book in the These Hellish Happenings series. It takes place three years after the first one ends, and I can’t tell you much more about it, sorry! I also have a rather dark comedy that’s on hold right now called Green-Eyed about a young wannabe archaeologist who gets wrapped up in a plot to find a cursed artifact. And he goes a little mad by the end, haha! But it is very rough right now.

Character Interview with Lord Arkus

So, I’m taking a new spin with interviews. I thought it would be a great idea if we could skip right past the author and ask the author’s characters a few questions to get to know them. The first author willing to do this with me was Laura Lond. She has taken the time to allow me to interview this strong, “evil” man from her book My Sparkling Misfortune.

I hope you enjoy them.

–Jerry



Hello. Who are you?

Greetings. I am Lord Arkus of Blackriver Castle, a professional villain. You are safe though, I am on vacation now.

What do you know about the author that penned you into existence (if anything)?

She didn’t pen anything, I did. I thought it was about time a villain had his say, so I wrote the story of my adventures (perhaps “misadventures” would be a better word). Ms. Lond helped to make it available to the public, that’s all.

Do you enjoy the exposure to the world?

Yes, very much. I’ve got fans now, from what I hear. I read reviews of my book and sometimes even post comments on this thing called Facebook.

What is one conflict that you had to resolve by the end of your story?

Oh, there were so many. One thing led to another… It all started with Prince Kellemar backstabbing me in a very creative and most treacherous way. Naturally, I wanted to pay him back, so I decided to capture a Gormack, a powerful evil spirit, who would be of great help in that project. Well, you see, I hadn’t had much experience with spirits before. I grabbed the wrong one…. Ended up with a goody-goody spirit called Sparkling that normally assists heroes. Not only would this exasperating creature hinder me in my quest, he was bent on making me do heroic stuff!

I see… Without spoiling anything for the reader, did it get resolved the way you wanted it to? Or was there a twist that changed things?

It did get resolved, but there was a sad twist, yes.

Is there anything from this adventure that has left a mark on you for life, mentally, physically, or otherwise?

Well, I keep hearing that somehow I am not that bad of a villain anymore. I even read that in some reviews! That’s outrageous and preposterous. I am still a prominent member of the Villains League, thank you very much. Yes, I have formed a couple of friendships and maybe done a couple of things villains don’t normally do, but I’ve always been eccentric. It doesn’t prove anything.

Tell me about one good friend or one opposing character from your story. What do you think about them?

Quite unexpectedly, Jarvi the Sparkling proved to be a true friend. That doesn’t make him any less annoying, and he will still have to answer me for some things, but when I was in a tough spot, he helped. He didn’t have to; he had all the reasons not to. Yet this impossible, sharp-tongued, orange-haired pest chose to stick his neck out for me.

If the author were to decide to pen a sequel to your story, would you be opposed to it?

Like I’ve already said, I am the author, and yes, I am working on a sequel.

If you could change any one aspect about yourself, what would it be?

Becoming invincible would be very useful. That’s what I wanted to begin with.

What would you “fix” about someone else in your life?

Sigh. I would fix Jarvi. You’ll need to read the book to know what exactly I mean, I don’t want to spoil it.

If the readers of my blog were to try to find your story, where could they find it?

My book is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and in other online stores, both as an ebook and in paperback.

Ebook: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004JXVYR2

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/My-Sparkling-Misfortune-Laura-Lond/dp/1460922360/

Today, I am proud to introduce you to Morgan Gallagher, author of Changeling. I’m excited to introduce all of you to her.

So, Morgan… Tell us about yourself. Who is Morgan Gallagher?

Depends who you ask. Some people will say she’s that nice woman who can usually find someone to help you if you need some help. Others will say she’s an annoying and persistent fly in their ointment, they wish she’d go away. I’ll say I’m Scottish, hurtling through her 40s, wondering how she still feels 25ish, and has a lot of things to get done in a day. Oh, and that I’m someone who was born to be very very rich, and is annoyed the universe hasn’t caught up on that yet.

How long have you been writing, and what have you learned from it?

I’ve been writing for over 30 years, and I’ve learned that it’s a craft, and you do get better at it, the more you do it. You keep the tap turned on, and write every day, otherwise the tap can rust up. That, and that sometimes you need to be a bit older in order to get the depth into your work.

Do you ever find yourself lost in your writing world trying to figure out some plot or action scene?

That’s my normal experience with books – both reading and writing. I’ve had to learn to control myself into NOT doing this all the time. I fall into the page and disappear. Or, actually, the rest of the world disappears.

What is your latest book about?

A human female who is taken by an ancient vampire. He plays with her the way a cat plays with a mouse. Then decides he is going to Turn her. She thinks he’s just a mad human, and isn’t sure how to cope with his claims of being a vampire. As the battle between them progresses, we see more of him, and how the vampire world he describes, may not be as clear cut as he suggests. Does she succeed in escaping him, or will she too be vampire?

Do you have any new projects that you can talk about?

Changeling launches a trilogy, so the next project is Lucifer’s Stepdaughter, book two. I can’t say too much, as I can’t give away the ending of Changeling. But Changeling is an interior book, with two people battling it out on their heads, as much as anything else. Lucifer’s Stepdaughter opens it up to a much wider story, with a lot of other characters, all vampires. It’s the wider vampire society that Dreyfuss exists with, in an uneasy peace.

What’s one thing that you think your readers “expect” from your work?

Brutal honesty and strong intelligent females. I have a lot of readers from my non-fiction and political work, and they know the territory is dark, and that I don’t flinch from speaking unspoken truths. It’s been very useful, as we’ve all been on another long journey together, in another context. It’s been quite interesting, to see them trying to adapt to reading my fiction writing, especially with vampires in it. On the whole, they’ve been wonderful. I have told everyone I don’t expect them all to read my fiction work. But I do expect them to buy it! ;-)

Do you use social media (Facebook, twitter, etc.)? If so, how often do you post, and what do you post about?

I’ve been on social media sites for years. I have a journal site, that’s locked and private, just my friends. I’ve used Facebook for years, to network my non-fiction work and share friends. I hated Twitter, and gave up on it. The past few weeks, I’ve been testing the waters on using social media for my fiction work, and it’s been an interesting ride. I’m quite comfortable with Twitter now, and have joined several new boards. It’s tricksy, trying not to do too much promoting, whilst keeping in touch with people on a real level. So I’m still working at it. I always post about my life, and my day and sprinkle it with references to writing. It’s just the way I want to do it. Internet contact is about meeting people, and that’s the core attraction for me. I post a lot, but always have.

I enjoy books from so many different genres — from Christian fiction, to fantasy, to the paranormal. But when I look back at my choices, I see that there’s always a dark theme to them. What is one theme that you enjoy reading?

I’d say darkness, but actually, that’s not quite true. I love Jane Austen, for instance. What I love most, is close examination and documentation of humans, how they act and how they think. So anything that is observational about humans, in any situation. Therefore I adore Austen’s detailing of the lives of women, at that time. Similarly, LM Montgomery, Laura Ingles Wilder and Louisa Alcott. And observational comedy that is about how humans live their lives. So I adore Victoria Wood, a British comic who does stand up on stage and sketches on television. I have some of her comedy scripts in book form, and take them down and read them now and then. Alan Bennett, for the same reason. You can gain so much, from small human lives observed well. I think the darkness, is that when you do look at people around you closely, there is a lot of darkness to be found.

Does this theme make it into your writing? Can you give us an example?

Yes, it forms descriptive structure in my writing. In Changeling, there are two sections where the main female protagonist is moving through large cities, and looking at everything around her in great detail. And how she presents herself in those situations, changes how people react to her, so there is a sense of the other people, observing her, and trying to work out who she is, and what she is after. Much of my ‘show’, not tell, is by describing how she interacts with strangers, and what she sees, and what they do. It’s all based on close observation, and understanding, of human interaction in large groups. Some readers might wonder what’s going on, if they are not used to simply looking at everyday people, and their lives.

Thank you for your time. Before I let you go, I have one last question: If you could have any meal, with any spread across the table, what would it be?

Steak. Perfect, sublime, melt in your mouth, steak. Blue. With the red juices running out. (Blue is the phrase in the UK, for the rarest of rare. Not sure if it’s used elsewhere.) I could eat it with a full meal, or just with fried eggs. But steak. Every time.

Thank you for interviewing with me today. I wish you the best with Changeling. I hope that my fans will give it a spin on April 10th, on it’s release date.

Demonspanwn by Glenn Bullion

He is part demon. And the supernatural world won’t leave him alone.

A very interesting paranormal ride. Alex is forced to come to grips with the fact that he’s not quite human. The characters in the book are very vivid and real, and the storyline is nearly perfect, taking you from mundane teen life through so much more (I don’t want to spoil it for anyone). Some people have mentioned that there are typos in the book. I only noticed three, and I’ve seen more than that from “best-seller” books. There may have been more, but I was too engrossed by the story to notice, and they didn’t really bother me.

The language used and subject matter lead me to suggest that this NOT be given to your teen kids. This isn’t young-adult-harry-potter fiction, people. As the name implies, there are some disturbing things in the book, and the author doesn’t hold any punches. He really is what the name implies, and the issues he deals with require some maturity to understand and deal with. But if you’re of consenting age, wanting a good, dark, paranormal book… this one is a great read.

I would rate it a 5+ out of 5. I rarely read a book a second time. After all, I know the ending, so why read it again? This is one of those books I’ll probably read again. It’s not the ending that makes this book great (although, there’s nothing wrong with it), it’s the ride getting there.

Pros: Dark & twisted (in a way that I really enjoy), fast-paced, amazingly-defined characters.
Cons: A couple of typos, but nothing that takes you out of the plot. Not for the young reader.

New Website coming soon!!

So, I’m working on a new website (actually, JXN Entperprises is working on it for me) and I’m excited about it. In a couple of weeks I should be revealing it to the world. It will include some cool graphics and features. You’ll be able to see story clips that I’ve been working on, ways to contact me directly, and even some video.

Stay tuned for the address. I can’t wait to show you all.

What’s new?

This week was slow at my day job, so I had plenty of time to sit and consider what I would do to poor Brodie. Oh, the many wonderous things I could do to torture him… but alas, there are only so many pages, and the plot — in the end — does have to make some sense, right? So feeding him to the alligators, then dropping him off in the arctic to chase down ice monsters… probably isn’t going to happen.

I’m going back a few chapters in my novel and reworking the story line a bit. I’ve gone far off course from the over-all theme that I want to present, and I want to get it back on track. Book 1 was all about discovery. There is this other realm. We mere humans can avoid it for a while, if we choose to. But Brodie can’t. He has to deal with this other realm daily.

The theme of Book 2 is going to build on that, with ‘Identity’. Who are you?… I mean, really. Are you what you look like? Or are you what you do? Or are you what you eat? Those are the things that Brodie will have to address to solve the latest twist. At least… if I do it right.

Back to $0.99!!!

Yep… It’s march 1st, and I’m moving the price back to $0.99. If you’re looking for a great read, but don’t have a ton of cash right now (who does?) then pick up a copy of Death Has a Name.

So where can you get it? I’m glad you asked…
Buy Direct from the Author
Smashwords
Barnes & Noble
Amazon (UK)
Amazon (US)

With a five-star review from Syria Says, this is the prime time to make the move. You know you’re getting a quality read at a great price.

Wow… a lot happened this weekend, and I don’t even know where to start. I guess, we’ll start with the winners.

I am happy to announce two winners for two different autographed paperback giveaways. The winner of the Frugal eReader giveaway was Kitty and the winner of the GoodReads giveaway was Talitha! Congratulations to you both. I’m getting both of those in the mail just as soon as I can.

Keep watching for more giveaways and promotions. You never know what I’ve got up my sleeve next. =)

For those of you who are wondering, here is the image and the CORRECT interpretation of it:

Sophie is Brodie’s prized orange tabby cat who brushed against Denise and got blood on her fur.

I spent most of my weekend (when I wasn’t organizing the giveaways) working on the sequel. I’ve found quite a few issues that I need to go back and fix, which is going to entail pretty much a complete rewrite. I hate it when I write myself into a corner. Since I’m a computer programmer by day, I’m developing some software to help me keep track of characters, plot lines and threads so that I don’t have this happen again. If anyone’s interested in the app, let me know.

And one final note, Death Has a Name was reviewed by SyriaSays to a raving 5-stars! I’m about to explode. =) You can view that review here. I’m about to come apart at the seams. Thanks to Syria for such glowing words, even though she doesn’t have to say them.

Media Blitz!

After a few weeks of promotions, I’ve been picked up by TheFrugaleReader.com and DailyCheapReads.com! The FrugaleReader and I are working out a promotion for today to help increase the buzz a bit. And DailyCheapReads.com will post my book tomorrow.

I’m excited for the exposure. Every author knows that this kind of exposure can really boost your sales so you can get back to the business of writing instead of promoting. The sequel to Death Has a Name has been on the back burner now for a few weeks, getting the occasional touch here and there, but not the devoted time it needs.

I’m very new to this whole publishing/marketing thing, and most of the time I feel a bit lost. There are times when I want to pull the book and pretend I never ventured out into the wild. It’s a bit scary at times. But then I get responses from readers that say how much they’ve enjoyed the book, making it all worth while.

I’m not certain that dread feeling will ever go away completely. I hope it does. I want to be able to stand up and say “I’m a writer.” instead of “I’m a programmer who also happens to have a book for sale… wanna buy it?” That just feels so…. “used car salesman.”

Until then, I guess that’s what I am though. No, not the used car salesman… I’m a programmer by day, who happens to be a writer at night and has a book for sale. I suppose I need to be comfortable with that before I can move on to being anything else.

Well, I have a day off from my “day job” and a few hours before the media blitz gets underway… I guess I could see how much trouble I could get Brodie into in that time. I hope to see a few people post on the sponsoring sites. They’ve been good to me so far. =)

Have a great day, gang.

Brick Walls

I’ve been working with the sequel for a couple of months now. And, as it always happens, I’ve encountered a brick wall. Not writer’s block per-se. I still have a billion ideas.

No… this is different. I have too many ideas. I know I want Brodie to do X, and Jamie to be at Y, with Phil [censored]. But there are a thousand ways to skin a cat, and probably more for getting everyone where they need to be.

The problem comes in when I try to execute the plan. My brain can’t decide which path would be the most fun to write about, and to read after I’m done. In one path, Brodie never gets back to the police station. But in another path, he has to be there within 15 minutes of the major event. In each case, there is it’s own drama, conflict and plot.

But which one is best?

And now you see my problem. I’m a perfectionist. I want the perfect scenario to get the job done, and there really are several very good options.

So, tonight I’ll go home and put a list of pros and cons on paper and try to make a decision. Wish me luck.

P.S. OH… and don’t forget to check out my goodreads giveaway at: http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/8402-death-has-a-name

I’m giving away an autographed copy of the paperback!!

New Promo Art

Here’s some new promo art for Death Has a Name. Let me know what you think about it.

Promo Art for Death Has a name

Now you can buy the book here!

That’s right! You can now buy my ebook and paperback straight from this site. I’ve pre-ordered a set of paperbacks and have them on the shelves, ready to send out. And if you prefer the digital version, I have those packaged up and ready to go.


There is a Truth that exists. It is active. Alive. Fighting to make itself known. It’s not my truth. It’s not anyone’s truth. It is The Truth.

There are times with select individuals can see and interact with The Truth, but Brodie Wade has been able to see and interact with it since he was a child, and it has scarred his mind and body. But it also gives him the ability to know things that he shouldn’t know by nature, thus he has taken employment as a psychic detective.

Working together with Detective Phil Dawson, Brodie must summon all of his will to go head-to-head with The Truth to solve the latest string of murders. It appears that Dominick Fredrickton — the Midnight Killer — has returned from the grave, beheading the unfortunate few that get in his way.

The Truth confronts Brodie and tells him that he must protect the Third Key, but he is unsure what — or who — that is. If Death gets its hands on the Third Key, the world as we know it will cease to exist.

UPDATE: To keep in sync with Amazon and Smashwords, my own ebook purchase price has been reduced to $0.99!

Paperback Edition:
252 pages of non-stop adventure.

$12 + $3 Shipping

Autographed Paperback Edition:
252 pages of non-stop adventure.

With this edition, I will sign and personalize the inside cover for that someone special in your life.

Autographed to whom?

$15 + $3 Shipping

eBook Edition! Just let me know what format you need, and I’ll email you the ebook files. In minutes, you can be reading this fantastic story.

$0.99, flat rate.

CD Edition! Not sure what ebook files you might need? Want them ALL, just in case? This custom CD contains all of the ebook files in:
.mobi (for Kindle)
.ePub (for just about all other eReaders)
.PDF (For PC and Mac reading)

The artwork on the top of the CD is high-quality, produced by local artist Sean Eddingfield!


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Paperbacks are out… My question on writing.

Thanks to Kit and Duane, my first two paperback sales.

I am still learning about book promotion, distribution, etc. I’m working hard to promote my book and get it known out there. I’m also writing the sequel and trying to iron out some of the issues there. Did I mention that I also have a day job since two sales aren’t going to pay the mortgage. Writing is a second job, taking alot more time than I’d thought many years ago.

I’d love to win the lottery so that I could just sit and write up new worlds and scenarios in which to throw my poor unsuspecting characters. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s going to happen in the near future.

I’m sure that some day writing will become my full-time employment, but I’m realizing each day that that day may be further off. I may be old and gray before I can make that a reality. Just like in investing in my 401(k), I may have jumped into the self-publishing game much too late in life to fully enjoy it.

Then again, I may write the next best thriller, and skyrocket one day, too. That’s the thing about writing/reading. You never know what will tickle the world or make them stop and think.

Maybe I could just get a pseudonym… Steven Kyng?? Paula-Deen Koons??? Maybe that’ll drive a few billion sales… no??? Yeah, you’re absolutely right. Probably not.

I guess until then, I’ll just keep plugging away. I’ve hacked out another chapter or two this weekend, and I’m looking forward to really hammering out the details on this one. This was one of my favorite chapters EVER.

As readers of the blog, I do have one question for you… Do you enjoy Brodie? Or would you rather see some of my other works? Where would my time be best served when I sit down and write? I like Brodie. He’s quirky, like me. But I also like Harrison (Harry), and Sarel, and Ursus… oh and Tia. Tia is awesome with her ability to speak things into existence. But with a 10-hour-per-day day job, I only have a few hours a night to throw at writing. Did I also mention I have a lovely wife who is beginning to miss her handsome husband, as he stays up late to promote, tweet, blurb, and post… all before writing?

So, I need your input. Which of my current stories — oh! And Sadiq, the Deathbringer. I nearly forgot him. He’d haunt me for a week if I forgot him. As I was saying, which of the stories would you, my readers, enjoy reading more about?

I know… unless you know what the plots are about, you can’t answer that. And there’s my dilemma. I am not at a place that I can post plot lines. So I’m in a bit of a Catch-22. So I guess the best question I can ask is:

Do you enjoy Brodie enough that I should continue the two planned sequels, or should I put them on the back burner for now and hatch out some other works that are waiting to see the light of day?

I’m moving the price back up to $2.99. For a short while (24-48 hours) Amazon will continue to list my book at $0.99. While it’s at the low price, get it while you can.

Amazon (US Store)

Amazon (UK Store)

Happy $0.99 reading!

Featured by Karly Kirkpatrick

Hey gang! I was featured this weekend by Karly Kirkpatrick. It’s nothing major, but I was very excited to see her mark me as her Book of the Day. =) Thanks, Karly. I’m honored!

http://karlykirkpatrick.blogspot.com/2011/02/bookaday-death-has-name-by-jerry-hanel.html

Congratulations Green Bay

Tonight we spent the evening with one of my best friends in the entire world, Pastor KJ.

No, we weren’t discussing great new plot twists for me. Or new sermon points for him. We were watching the Super Bowl. Why is this important to you, my dear blog readers? To understand this, you must know that KJ, while he is the nicest man you will ever meet… the most humble, loyal, amazing person… is a die-hard steelers fan. He has the Steelers coat, hat, blanket, “Terrible Towel”, cup, plate… and probably underwear, but I didn’t ask about that. We shouted, whoop’d and holler’d. We made a general spectacle of ourselves, all while stuffing sandwiches and chips into our faces.

While I am not a big sports fan, I was happy to lend all of the support that I could to KJ’s cause. But did all of that effort change anything? Did our vigilant cheering from Oklahoma change any single outcome in Arlington, Texas? No. Not in the slightest. But then again, that wasn’t the point, was it?

Bonds were shared, and the Human element of our hearts were encouraged by the presence of each other. As much as I’m a quiet man, he’s a social person, relishing in the connections of others. I needed that friendship as much as he needed someone to root for his Steelers. Needless to say, it was a fun time, but in the end (much to KJ’s disappointment) the Steelers were unable to pull it off. But we thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

Maybe next year, my friend. :) If you’ll still have us back.

Book Trailer is now available…

I’m snowed in today, so I had a little extra time. I took today and put together this book trailer. Let me know what you think of it.

Check out Death Has a Name, my new novel.
You can view it at Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Smashwords.

Giving Away the Ebook

Book CoverYep! I’m giving it away… for a little while, anyway.

To Celebrate the release of the paperback edition of Death Has a Name, I’m giving away the ebook until January 31st. You can claim your own free copy at http://www.smashwords.com/ books/view/34088 buy purchasing it with coupon code GT63C.

This book has been in my head for a very long time, and this December I was fortunate enough to get it finished and get it published. You can buy the paperback version of the book here: Death Has a Name: Paperback. It’s only $12, making it a great gift or low-cost purchase.

The main character, Brodie Wade, has been diagnosed several times as schizophrenic but believes that the visions that he sees are related to a realm that he calls The Truth.

When he joins forces with Detective Phil Dawson, he comes head-to-head with The Truth, to discover who is behind the latest set of grizzly murders. It appears that The Midnight Killer has raised from the dead. Can Brodie and Phil work together to solve the crimes and put the Angel of Death back in his cage?

That coupon is only valid until Jan 31st, so hurry and get yours today.

Interview with Judi Coltman

I have another interview with another independent author. Her name is Judi Coltman, and she is the author of the humorous essay book called Is It Just Me? or Is Everyone a Little Nuts!.
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I love the title of her book, and her reviews are off-the-charts. If you get a chance and are in the dire need of a good laugh, take a look at this book. And now, on with the interview:

Good evening, Judi. Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

There is a smart mouth woman who lives in my head, she is the one that nudges me out of bed in the morning and gets me writing. If I didn’t she’d talk my ear off.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George, in 5th grade. That was the first book I read where I remember not wanting to put it away because the teacher was starting a new topic. That being said, I am inspired with every single book I read – even the bad ones.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

I’m a great swimmer but I will not swim in a public pool – I hate running into abandoned band aids.

What is your current project about?
Oddly, for a humorist, I am writing a murder mystery. Go figure.

Makes sense, in an odd sort of way. (laugh) How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

A man walks into my house and starts talking like we are old friends. I’ve never seen him before in my life but he is talking about what I did the night before. I called the cops and never saw the guy again. . .but in my head, he is a psycho murderer.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?

I have more projects than burners.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

Crap! I hate those questions!

Haha… yes. Those are five words. So, what do you think those five words say about your personality?

I must edit constantly because nothing was good enough to think of.

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?
I have the perfect pet. He is a Bichon Frise named Moose. Moose is my constant companion and has his own chapters (2) in my book. He deserves them.

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

Winner of the Mega Millions lotto who made a generous donation to the cancer researchers who came up with the cure for cancer.

Thank you for answering the questions. It’s been a delight to talk to you today.

You’re welcome. Thank you so much for this opportunity.

Interview with Patricia Rockwell

I have another interview with another independent author. Her name is Patricia Rockwell, and she is the author of the mystery novel Sounds of Murder.
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Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

I’m retired, so writing for a paycheck is not obviously what drives me. My husband spends his retirement watching television and loafing, but I just can’t stand being so unproductive. Writing mysteries gives me something to do that I enjoy doing without having to answer to a boss.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

The first book that I remember having a huge impact on me was Leon Uris’ Exodus. I remember reading it in junior high school (when I wasn’t supposed to be) and how it made me think about things going on in the world that were bigger than me. It really got me interested in WWII and the founding of Israel (although I’m not Jewish) and it made me question many of the things my parents had taught me. Quite a bit for a book to do for a young girl.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

I have a lot of quirks. My family tend to tease me about my fear of flying, my love of Amtrak, how I put raisins in everything I cook, and most often and particularly appropriate for a book site—how I committed sacrilege when I brought a book (!) to a Nebraska Cornhuskers’ football game once (in case I got bored).

Yes. They do take their football seriously. What is your current project about?
My current project? If you mean what’s on the market, it would be my first cozy mystery Sounds of Murder which I am promoting and marketing on a daily basis (on places such as your site). If you mean, what’s up next? I have finished the second in my Pamela Barnes acoustic mystery series, FM For Murder and I’m working on getting it formatted and illustrated and out later this year. If you mean, what am I currently writing, my third Pamela Barnes mystery Voice Mail Murder is finished but will be undergoing a lot more editing.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

The plot and story line for Sounds of Murder developed both from my long time love of mysteries—particularly cozy mysteries—and my own personal work experience. I spent my life (before retirement) as a college professor. Much of my research involved investigating how we communicate and the impact that the human voice has on our communication success. I often utilized acoustic technology to study human vocal behavior and I’ve incorporated my knowledge and much of my research findings into my main character’s adventures.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?

The only projects on the burners (assuming that my stove has only four) are the present book out (Sounds of Murder), the one coming out this year (FM For Murder), and the one that will be out next year (Voice Mail Murder). I guess that leaves one burner, which probably is the burner where I’m concocting another murder in the future. I’d like to kill off a politician in that one (wouldn’t we all?) but I still have to figure out how to tie in the acoustic aspect. I’m thinking I may have it be connected to a political speech that is imitated by a rival and my heroine Pamela has to step in to determine which speaker is the genuine politician. Not sure how I can get a murder in there, but I’m working on it. If anyone has any ideas, I’d love to hear them.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

Five words—optimist, dog, blue, happy, sun

What do you think those five words say about your personality?

What do these words say about me? Oh, my gosh, I’m afraid they say that I’m a raving Pollyanna.

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?
I used to have a wonderful Pomeranian named Coquette (she appears in my books under a pseudonym to protect her identity). She died on February 1, 2010, and I miss her like crazy every day.

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

I’d love to be an actress on Broadway—particularly in musicals—or, if not that, a voice-over actress. I also wish I could make a living playing the concert violin. Of course, it would certainly be fun to be a spy.

(laugh) Yes… it would. Thank you for answering the questions today.

You’re welcome.

Interview with John H. Carroll

Today we have John H. Carroll, author of Rojuun.

Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

I love writing. I really, really love writing. When I was a kid, I would spend days wandering around in the desert where I grew up just imagining different worlds. I’ve never grown out of it. When I became an adult, I realized that I could make a living writing it down. Now that I’m 40, I actually have the discipline to do so. Writing could be called daydreaming on paper. As far as the paycheck part, I’m desperately hoping that I can get that too. (laugh)

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

The first book? There have been a lot of books that had true impact. *thinking* Ahh yes. “Where the Wild Things Are”. I hate that they made a terrible movie about it and that it suddenly became everyone’s favorite childhood book.
I feel like it should be mine as it was always a personal, secret thing for me. My sister used to read me that story and I would stare at the pictures for hours. It was an excellent story for anyone who liked to use their imagination.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

Only one? (laugh) I like emo bunnies. We got together one day and took over the world, but it made us sad so we gave it back. It was a secret of course, that’s why no one knows about it.

What is your current project about?

I just finished the first draft of my second book “Anilyia”. At the moment I’m doing what I call a ‘focused edit’ where I try to get the missing words, homonyms like “their/there/they’re” and duplicate statements where I repeat something I said in an earlier paragraph or chapter. Then it will go on to friends for further editing.
Once done with that edit, I’m writing the third book in the series “Kethril”. It’s a series about a group of four adventures who are each a bit more than human. In the first book they find out more about a new race called “Rojuun”. In the second, they rescue a princess. In the third, they try to figure out what to do with the princess. Princesses are difficult individuals after all.
Honestly, My books are about the characters. They aren’t normal people and listening to them talk to each other is an adventure in itself.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

I proceeded with this story differently than I have in the past. Before, I would always outline a story then try to write it. The problem is that I became easily bored and set it aside. My success finally came when I stopped planning things and just wrote. Even on the third book I still don’t know how it’s going to go. I know where they’re going next, but not what’s going to happen. My books are now at a point that every new occurance is just as much an adventure for me as it is for the reader.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?

I have two projects, though they won’t be worked on for a couple of years. The first is called “Pelya”, about an orphan in a city of heavy magic. It’s a book I started writing years ago, but never finished. It’s set in the same world as my current books, but needs to be re-written.
The second project is a series of science fiction books. I have about 100 books conceived of in that one, but it’s going to take a bit to write that much. (laugh)

Other than that, I plan on writing the occasional short story. Those are a little more difficult for me to write, but they can be fun.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

umm, emo, mabibble, egads, and sigh

What do you think those five words say about your personality?

That I’m slightly touched in the head? (laugh) I don’t know, really. I tend to get weird under pressure . . . or even when not under pressure.

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?

My personal pet is ‘Emo’ a rabbit. She’s a big lop eared bunny and lives in a palace. She acts like a princess too. My wife has two dogs, Molly and polly. My kids have two cats, Rosie and Missy, who I like to call ‘Fetish’. We have two goldfish too; Zombie Bob and Beetlejuice.

Hmmm.. I’m seeing “Emo” as a theme here. (laugh) Okay, before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

Interesting question *thinking* I don’t really want fame aside from writing, but if I had to be a household name, I’d want it to be for something like rushing into a burning plane and rescuing all the passengers single-handedly.

I think that wraps it up.

Thank you for inviting me to do this interview.

Interview with Phillip Chen

Today, we have Phillip Chen on board. He is the author of Falling Star.

Welcome. Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

I wrote Falling Star in 1990-1991 in response to a series of horrifying nightmares that I had in 1990 about gangs of ordinary-looking Americans wreaking apocalyptic horror on our people and institutions. In these dreams, flaming buildings came crashing down carrying its residents to their death. I felt that this was a story that had to be told. The book was copyrighted in 1991.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage in high school. After all these years, I can still remember Maugham’s description of Mildred’s skin color which he described as having a greenish cast.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

Despite my public persona, I am extremely shy.

What is your current project about?

I am currently writing the sequel to Falling Star.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

As I discussed above, Falling Star resulted from my series of horrific dreams in 1990. I was carrying a laptop at the time and making extensive trips to Europe. I started typing the story on the long red-eye flights (augmented by weekend sessions at home) and within one and one-half months had a 560 page story about mysterious objects found buried deep in the ocean and what happens when they wake up and start sending signals to outer space. Mike, a successful banker pulled back into a clandestine world to help decipher these signals, is attacked by gangs of ordinary-looking citizens. On top of all this Mike learns that a very important friend has died. The sub-plot about gangs of ordinary-looking citizens attacking Mike and his colleagues were the direct result of my nightmares. In the story these people are foreign agents hiding in plain view fo decades, marrying innocent Americans, raising children, holding down mundane jobs, buying homes, and stealing the identities of dead babies. For years literary agents and publishers told me that my story wasn’t “strong enough”. I now understand that what they were saying is that the sub-plot that foreign agents could live among us for decades was preposterous. After all, this is America; things like that just can’t happen here! Until they did, of course, in June 2010 when Russian spies were found to be doing exactly what my fictional spies had done for almost twenty years. The only difference between my fictional spies and the Russians was that my spies did not grow hydrangeas. One of my undercove spies, a gorgeous female, even used being a financial consultant as a cover. Because of the disclosure of the Russian spies, I felt that I had to self-publish before any more of my book got played out on prime-time news.

(laugh) No kidding. Well, do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?
I always have a lot of ideas floating around my head, but they need to ferment and come to fruition before I can actually transcribe them.

Fair enough. Okay, quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

I like people who read.

What do you think those five words say about your personality?

Recognition that my writing is totally wasted time, unless there are people willing to read or hear them.

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

Having an eclectic mind.

Thank you, Phillip for visiting with us today.

Interview with Consuelo Saah Baehr

Hello, Consuelo. Welcome. Thank you for agreeing to do this interview with me today. Consuelo is author of a book title Daughters.

So, can you tell us a little bit about your current book before we begin?

The book is Historical Romance, and the title is Daughters. It is an unforgettable novel about courage, love and hope; and about two worlds – one ancient, one modern – and the extraordinary women who bridge them.

Some people write for a paycheck while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write.
Someone once asked what made me choose to be a writer. Choose? Most writers don’t have a choice. The writing monkey has been on my back since I was ten years old attending St. Mildred’s Academy, a boarding school for girls. In that sparse library I found a novel about an orphan who discovers her mother is a famous actress. I realized that writing gave you complete power to recreate the world and began writing immediately. After college I wrote advertising copy for many years, married, had three children, and began sending out short pieces while three toddlers ran around the house. An essay in The New York Times Op-Ed page brought me to the attention of editors and I received a book contract the following week. Four novels followed as well as screenplays, a one-woman show and several television scripts.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?
As stated above, it was a book titled “Chum” that I found in the library of my convent boarding school and probably not particularly well written. But the idea that you could have complete control over the details of a life was a revelation that appealed strongly.

What is one quirky thing about yourself…something that no one outside of your friends and family might know.
I do not like to leave my house. I did a blog recently of trying to go on a visit and it took me three days to actually leave. It isn’t a pathological disorder that I know of. Am I in denial?

Hmmm… probably. (laugh) So, what is your current project about?
When I began re-issuing my backlist print books for the Kindle, I realized that I had stumbled on the most liberating development to come along for writers in my lifetime: I had the ability to publish anything I wrote without going through the agony of traditional print publishing.
I found three half-finished novels in my files and ideas for a couple more. I am working on a book titled Faith and Hope about two women from opposite ends of the social scale who end up struggling against each other in the world of turn of the century Wall Street.

Oh. That sounds interesting. How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?
I have always been interested in the “robber baron” period of American economic history. When I read that J.P. Morgan sat and played solitaire while the leading bankers ironed out a plan to save the banking system during the panic of 1907, I want to know more.
Wall Street was totally chaotic in the beginning with stocks hawked on the streets outside the exchanges. That whole period appeals to me.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?
As I said, I found several books in the files. Tough As Nails is a humorous thriller with a middle-aged woman as the P.I.

Here comes the fast ball… Quick! without thinking what are the first five words that come to mind?
Noble, Sandy, Terrific, Done, Fabulous

Now, what do you think those five words say about your personality?
Perhaps I feel noble to try this cutting edge technology as a vehicle for my writing. I began on a manual Royal with a missing letter. Sandy might mean gritty. Gritty might mean that it requires putting yourself out there and selling a brand. Terrific might mean that this is a terrific development just when I thought my writing life was stalled. Done? I don’t know what that means because I’m just getting started. Fabulous? Diving into the ether of the digital world and awaiting the serendipitous results is nothing short of fabulous.

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?
When my kids were still at home we had a cat named Fred. I fed and took care of that cat even though I was not a big fan of cats. When he died, I kept him on a pillow in front of the wood stove for a couple of days hoping he would revive. So I guess you can say I fell in love with Fred. I have no pets now.

If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?
Making people laugh in recognition of a shared absurdity about daily life.

Thank you for taking the time to interview with me today.

Final Cover Art

So, I recently posted about my new cover art. It was my best attempt, and to be honest, I really liked it. But I paid Sean Eddingfield to create me a masterpiece. To be honest, I’m blown away! This work is so amazing!

Are you ready for it?

Here it is. Sean… you are amazing. Thank you for your work on this project.

New Book Cover for Death Has a Name

Interview with Christopher Truscott

Today, we have Christopher Truscott with us. He is the author of Stumbling Forward, a dark drama/comedy about American Politics in the 21st century.

Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

I really enjoy telling a story. Don’t get me wrong, I’d be glad to take a lot of money for this, but I write because it’s something I enjoy doing. It provides additional meaning to my days and I do love the good feedback I get from my very small group of fans.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

Easily Tom Sawyer. It’s not a deep story, but it was the first “chapter book” my mom read to me as a kid, so it’s always had a special place in my heart. On a broader level, I’d say The Great Gatsby and anything by Hemingway were influential—especially since they’re the only writers I didn’t Cliffs Note in high school and college.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

I don’t sleep much, but I have a lot of energy. That’s diminished a little as I’ve gotten older, but it’s still a skill (gift?) that I have.

What is your current project about?

Currently I’m writing the first draft of the fourth book in what will end as a five-part series. It won’t be published until the spring of 2012. The second (A Referendum on Conscience) and the third (Picking a Fight) will both be published this year. They’re in the editing process. Like Stumbling Forward, my first novel, they provide a behind-the-scenes view at life in American politics.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

Stumbling Forward was something that was inspired by my experiences as a reporter covering politics and then later as a campaign staffer who specializes in communications. I enjoyed doing it so much—and liked my characters so much—that I spun it into a series.

What really surprised me was watching the story take on a life of its own. I started writing Stumbling Forward knowing how the story would start and end. It was the stuff in the middle that caught me off guard, especially how the characters developed. My favorite character, for instance, was originally slated to play a very minor role. Then I got to her first real scene (Chapter 3) and liked her so much that she became a star—and continues as the central character in the four books that will follow.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?

I have an outline for a short Christmas-themed novel that I’d really like to publish in late 2011, though it’ll probably be a Thanksgiving 2012 release. It’s about a guy who doesn’t realize how good he has it—and how important he is to the people around him—until he sees what life would’ve been like had he made different choices along the way.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

Wow, OK … I’m not sure. That’s five!

What do you think those five words say about your personality?

They say I wasn’t thinking quickly on my feet this evening!

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?

I have two tuxedo cats—Boo! and Benny. They’re both very active, especially Boo!, who’s 9 years old. Benny, who’s 3, is much more laid back—at least compared to Boo!

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

I really feel I should say something profound here, but if I were to become famous more people would probably hear a lot about my cats! I talk about them too much and post way too many pictures of them to Facebook and Twitter.

Interview with John G. Hartness

Hello, John. Why don’t you introduce yourself to everyone.

I’m John G. Hartness, author of The Chosen and Hard Day’s Knight. I write contemporary fantasy with a Kevin Smith twist and a shot of whiskey, as I like to describe it.

Welcome. Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?
I’ve written since I was a little kid, and always loved to tell stories, read stories and write stories. I write because I have to have some type of creative outlet, and writing is cheaper than producing theatre! I told myself when I was very young that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. Fortunately, I’ve learned that growing up is optional, but I’m still going to make my best effort at being a writer.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?
There’s not one specific book that I remember, but the characterizations and the sharp-witted dialogue (for the time) in the old Trixie Belden mystery books is something that’s stuck with me for years

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?
That’s hard, because I live so much of my life out in public on the internet, but I guess most folks wouldn’t know that I never learned to swim, and didn’t learn how to ride a bike until I was eleven.

What is your current project about?
Back in Black (and Blue) is the sequel to Hard Day’s Knight and it will be coming out hopefully in March or April of this year. It will be a stand-alone case file for Jimmy and Greg, but will have characters that will tie back to the first book.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?
I drink a lot. Seriously, the impetus for this novel was a serious of very tragic events nationwide last fall that I was very touched by, and wanted to write something about. I’m still not 100% sure that I have the words, but this book is my way of dealing with it. Once folks read the book it will become apparent what I’m talking about, and if not, there will be author’s notes. :)

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?
I’m just in the beginning stages of a post-apocalyptic trilogy that sees a group of teenagers deal with the destruction of all technology and the return of magic to the world. The series will be called Return to Eden (tentatively), and I hope the first book will be ready either late this year or early 2012.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?
I can’t print those and keep this PG-13. :) The first clean ones are Black, Fairy, Razor, Card and Sneeze.

What do you think those five words say about your personality? That I need to clean my office. And that I have a potty mouth.

Thank you for keeping it PG-13. :) Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?
I have two cats, Puck and Glinda. Puck is a long-haired black and white fat boy, and Glinda is a grey, black and brown short-haired princess. All our pets are always given names from theatre because my wife and I have both spent most of our adult lives working in the theatre world.

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?
The longevity of my marriage.

Awesome. :) Thank you again for visiting with us.

Interview with Dawn Judd

This morning, I would like to post my interview with Dawn Judd, author of Reining In and Phantom Rising.

You can download her books at Amazon:

Welcome, Dawn.

Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?
Both really.  I love to write and have been doing it all my life, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to sell any books.  I’d love to make enough money to make a career out of it.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?
Probably A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L’Engle.  I read it when I was probably 8 or 9 and it really got me thinking.  To this day, it is still one of my favorite books.  Whenever I hear the word mitochondria, I think of Charles Wallace.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?
I love Beethoven.  I can listen to him for hours.

What is your current project about?
I am working on a project with my daughters and a group of friends.  It is a series, with a common theme, but each book is written by a different author.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?
The group wanted to do a project together, but we weren’t sure where to start.  After brainstorming for several weeks, we finally decided to go with an idea one of the authors was working on.  His WIP will be the first book, and we will all go from there.  It’s been a very different experience, but I’m excited about it.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?
I’m working on several.  I have most of the plot for the third book in the Network Series.  Now I just have to write it.  I’m also working on a new series, but that one is still top secret.  I’ve started several projects that haven’t been completed yet and am anxious to get to them.  One being my NaNoWriMo project from 2009.  Once I stopped working on it, I buried it.  I had a good start on it, so I’d like to pull it back out and rework it.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?
Smoke, apple, water, fire, phone.

What do you think those five words say about your personality?
I let my surroundings influence my thoughts too much.  (Not that there’s a fire here.  But I do smell smoke, which makes me think of fire. LOL)

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?
I have a cat.  No, actually, my kids have a cat.  I said no.  I got outvoted.  She’s an obnoxious bitey thing that tortures me daily. I plot her demise every day, but have failed so far in my attempts to rid myself of her.   MY pets are the seven goldfish I’ve had for the past 11 years.  They’re like family to me.  The cat thinks they are lunch.

Lunch?? (laugh) That’s awesome. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?
Making other peopel famous.  I try anyway.

Thank you for taking the time to talk with us today.

Interview with Laura Lond

Today, I’ll post the interview with Laura Lond. She is the author of My Sparkling Misfortune.

Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?
When I have a story inside that wants out, I’ve got no option. I have to write it down. It simply won’t leave me alone. As to writing for love vs. writing for money, I think it can be a fair combination. I love to write; I want to do what I love, full time, and be able to support myself and my family through it.

What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?
Oliver Twist. There was something special about that boy who went through all kinds of horrid things and yet managed to keep a good heart. One of my own books is inspired by Oliver’s story.

What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?
I hate speaking on the phone. I’d rather send a hundred emails than make one phone call.

What is your current project about?
I am writing a sequel to My Sparkling Misfortune, a humorous fantasy featuring a villain as the protagonist. In the first book, Lord Arkus wants to capture an evil spirit who’d serve him, but he messes up and gets a good spirit instead. Book 2 continues the story of his misadventures.

How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?
I knew Lord Arkus’ tale was not over, there had to be a sequel. Many readers asked for one, too, but I did not “see” it. Vague ideas just wouldn’t take shape. I then turned to a friend of mine, a talented writer Vladimir Imakaev. He immediately grasped the concept, saw my vision of the story and the characters. Our brainstorming together helped greatly.

Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?
I have a half-finished novel I need to get back to, The Silvery Castle. It’s another fantasy story, about a young warrior who got in the way of a powerful wizard.

Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?
… Mind goes blank, LOL! Okay, let’s see. Books, books, books, books, and books, how about that?

What do you think those five words say about your personality?
I think it’s pretty self-explanatory. I am a writer and there is no cure.

Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?
I have three cats, all of them former strays. The first one was a birthday gift from my husband, during our first year of marriage. He’d asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said I wanted a cat. So he took me to an animal shelter and we got one, an orange tabby who was scared of everything and spent about two weeks hiding under the bed. He is named Beanie, after Mr. Bean. Our second cat Charlie just showed up at our door, and we took him it. We thought two was the limit, my husband had actually said, “No more cats” – and that was fine with me. But some time later I volunteered at another shelter, and there was this huge twenty-pounder, all muscle, named Nixon. I did not say a word about liking him; it was actually my husband who came to pick me up, saw him and said, “Let’s adopt Nixon.” :)

Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?
Honestly, I’ve never had such ambitions. Why would I want to be known, especially aside from my writing? I am a very private person.

Thank you again for taking the time to interview with me.


You can view and buy her ebook here:
My Sparkling Misfortune

Writer Interviews

Okay, so I’m looking around and I notice that several people want to know about other writers in the writing world. I happen to be in contact with alot of independent authors, and I thought that it might be an interesting spin. For the next couple of months, I think it might be interesting to hear what other authors find interesting.

Submission Guidelines:
If you are an author and want to be interviewed, please email me at jhanel (at) gmail [dot] com. Please note that we won’t host interviews for erotica or anything that may be offensive to a PG-13 audience. While I will do my best to post interviews and email you back when your interview is posted, I reserve the right to skip any interviews at my discretion. Your subject should read “Interview responses”. First tell me your name (or pen name), the genre and title of your book and a brief synopsis of it. An amazon link would be nice, but not mandatory.

Next, answer the following interview questions, keeping in mind that I would be asking these questions in-person. Please write in the style that you would normally answer in-person:

1. Some people write for a paycheck, while others do it for the love of the craft or to fulfill a promise to a loved one. Can you tell me what drives you to get up and write?

2. What is the first book that you can remember having a true impact on you?

3. What is one quirky thing about yourself… something that no one outside of your friends and family might know?

4.  What is your current project about?

5. How did the plot and overall story for that project come into being?

6. Do you have any other projects on the burner somewhere (that you can talk about)?

7. Quick!… without thinking, what are the first five words that come to mind?

8. What do you think those five words say about your personality?

9. Do you have any pets? Can you tell us about them?

10. Thank you for taking the time to answer these interview questions. Before I let you go, I have one more question. If the world were to one day have your name as a household name (aside from your writing career) what would you want to be known for?

New Cover Art…

I’m working on creating my new cover art for the book. I have more work being done by a “professional”, but this is my best attempt. Let me know what you think.

Republish #1

After a few rounds of edits (I know… stuff that should have been done before initial release) and some feedback from friends, I’ve RE-published the book.

Why? … because you — the reader — have pointed out typos, plot inconsistencies, etc. Nothing major, but enough that I’m a perfectionist, and I couldn’t stand to see anything with blemishes that have my name on it (literally). On that note, I’ve re-published the book with these new edits.

I’ve also got feedback from readers that they don’t understand the cover art. I’ve commissioned new cover art (to be on the book soon) from a VERY well known artist, Sean Eddingfield. You can see his work here.

Once I get this new cover art from him, I’ll do a Republish #2 (hopefully the last).

Between now and then, I am taking any feedback, suggestions, notes, comments, etc. … good and bad, so be brutal. I’d rather get a good book than be patronized.

If you want to preview the book, you can see it at Feedbooks or at Smashwords. You can BUY the book at Smashwords, Amazon or Barnes & Noble for a whopping $0.99! (Come on, that’s cheap, folks!)

So, have a happy new year, and take a few minutes this year to read my new book. It’s a good one. I promise. =)

I Saw My Name in Print!

So we go home last night, and guess what’s in my mailbox…

No, really… guess. Nope! It was a proof copy of my book in paperback. I’m still excited to see my name in print. I know… I’m not famous. Heck, I had to pay $8.00 to order the proof just see my name in print (and check for errors, too).

Anyone could pay $8.00 to see their name in print, right? But it’s the principal of the matter. I’ve actually finished a book, and seeing a finished work in your hands feels pretty good.

I’ll let you know where you can buy the print book when it comes available. Until then, just keep checking in on me. =)

Day Job Blues

I’m back at my day job. It’s an amazing job. I really do love it.

But the problem is, no one is here. I don’t have much to do today because 99% of the company took this week as their vacation week. So, here I am. Waiting.

Oh, I have work to be done. I have documentation to write, but that’s not nearly as engaging as writing a novel. Writing a novel is fun. Juicy. Like eating your favorite candy. It’s sweet and exciting, but doesn’t do much for you other than give you cavities.

Documentation is dry. Crusty. Like eating graham crackers without milk followed by wheat germ and granola. It’ll fill you up and keep you healthy, but boy is it dry and hard to swallow.

I need to find a happy medium. I want to get paid to write and do what I love to do… but not the dry, boring, milk-less times.

Almost Christmas

Merry Christmas to all!

I’m just sitting down today since i have the day off from my “day job”.  New ideas about where to take Brodie in the second novel are taking shape today. I don’t want to give away anything, but suffice it to say that Brodie is going to encounter his own issues in a way that only he can.

I’m also planning on moving the scene from an undisclosed city as in the previous novel to a specific city, give that city a name, and allow certain landmarks from that city to appear in the pages of the book. Does anyone have a specific place in mind that they would like represented?

What city, to you, is ominous, foreboding and haunting?

I’m PUBLISHED!

It feels very strange… like I should be glowing now, or I should be able to levitate or something. I’m a little freaked out right now, to be honest.

I’ve reached the status of “published author.” I was even able to google my own book title and find it. Google already has it indexed!

For anyone interested and for those fans that have visited here often, you can find my book at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/34088. If you use the promo code XX32D, between now and January 1, 2011, you can download the book for FREE!!

It’s just my way of celebrating and saying Merry Christmas to all!

And even if you discover this post after January 1, I’m only charging $2.99. Come on, people. That’s not all that much for a full-sized novel! Right?

Anyway, the trip to this point in my writing “career” has been fun. This is my first book, and I’m very excited about it. It’s been a challenge learning all kinds of new rules about where you can put “he said” instead of “he replied with a stick of string cheese hanging from his lips.”

While I still prefer the second form, I am beginning to see exactly how using simpler structures actually does improve the flow and readability of the story. It’s crazy how such a simple change in the text can alter the flow in a person’s brain.

Well.. it’s nearly 1a.m. and I still have a “real job” to go to in the morning.

Goodnight all. Oh, and if you do use the promo code, send me a review of the book (a short 1 paragrap that just tells me what you think of it and why.) Maybe your review will get on the back cover of my next release! =)

UPDATE: After reading a bit on author boards, the price (without coupon) has been reduced to $1.99. You can’t beat that with a stick… well, you could but it’d mess up the electrons.

Death Has a Name (Excerpt)

This is a chapter from the middle of “Death Has a Name”, a novel I’m writing. It gives a brief glance into the childhood of Brodie Wade, the main character.


As a child, Brodie watched out the window from his room on the second floor of the Garrett Center for the Mentally Distressed. The air outside was cold as December quickly approached. A recent ice storm had left the city in turmoil, and was only now beginning to fade away. Ice still bowed the branches of the nearby trees. To thirteen-year-old Brodie, they looked like huge ice boulders stacked against each other in the distance.
He knew that this wasn’t a place for children. Yet here he was. The courts had taken him away at the age of ten from his mother, claiming that she was unfit and a danger to his mental and physical health. They’d said a good deal else about his mother, but he didn’t understand the rest of it.
All he knew was that they thought she hurt him. But aside from their big talk, what did they know? They didn’t see how she comforted him after the Truth visited. They didn’t hear how she sang to him to calm him down. They didn’t feel her hands rub the scratches on his body, and rock him to sleep. They didn’t see her tears and hear the quiver in her voice as she asked over and over ‘Who did this?’ Then she would sigh and start to rock him in her arms and just sing.
Now, three years later, he was still here. Still trying everything he could think of to get out of this forsaken place.
Brodie tugged at his double-layer socks that kept his toes warm on the tile floors. The staff at the institution didn’t let any of the residents, old or young, go outside for fear they would hurt themselves on the ice and snow. Brodie stared at the white snow-covered back yard. It remained pristine and unmarred by shoe prints, snowmen, snowball fights, or snow angels.
For the past four days, he’d been allowed to sleep, read, and watch TV. None of which he wanted to do. Brodie was getting ‘cabin fever’, as his mom called it. He hoped that they wouldn’t give him more medication for that.
On a day like this, all he wanted to do was build a snowman, or something normal with his mom. He remembered how his mother would take him outside any chance she got when it snowed. He would run out into the white yard while she cheered him on, “Make it big,” she would shout. Flopping himself down he would spread his legs and arms, feeling the cold snow working behind his cap and between his collar, then down his shirt. But he didn’t care. That was the price to be paid for making a perfect snow angel.
Brodie stared at the closest ice-laden tree. He was sure it felt the way he did right now — alone and trapped in a frozen cocoon that it could not break free of.
“How are we doing today, Brodie?” Dr. Flannigan asked. Brodie hadn’t heard him enter, but his presence didn’t cause alarm. The doctor often just stood and watched him. Sometimes Brodie felt like a rat in a lab. This doctor wasn’t a medical doctor with a white lab coat and a stethoscope draped around his neck. He was a psychiatrist. He was a short man with red hair and a receding hairline. He seemed stuck in a rut of wearing green and brown sweaters.
“Don’t you ever knock?” Brodie asked without taking his eyes off of his companion tree.
“Would that make the answers any easier?”
“No. Is this your official ’rounds’ visit for the day?”
“Yes. Come here.” The doctor patted the end of Brodie’s bed. “At least face me. It will make this go easier and faster for both of us.”
Brodie slid down to the end of his bed where he slouched and stared at his sock-feet sticking out of his flannel pajamas.
“Good. So, how have you been feeling today?”
“I’m okay.” Brodie looked up to see him scribbling in his yellow legal pad.
“Are you sleeping at night? Do you feel sluggish from the medication?”
Brodie just shrugged.
“How about visions? Have you had any visions or awake-dreams today?”
“No.”
Dr. Flannigan wrote more on his yellow notepad, then put it down. “Okay. Enough doctor-patient. I want to just talk with you as a friend. Okay?”
Brodie nodded, but he pressed his lips tighter. They’d tried this tactic in the past. One even got him to tell about his visions last June, but they used it to say that his mother had tortured him, and this was his past manifesting itself in his subconscious… or some crap like that. For that betrayal, he’d earned another round of medications and therapy to extract from his subconscious mind the details of her supposed torture. He didn’t even want to think of what they accused his mother of. They didn’t see that it was they who tortured him, not his mother.
There was no way he would ever betray his mother like that again.
“Can you answer a quick question for me?”
“I guess.”
“What would you think about a trip home? Be honest with me.”
Brodie’s heart nearly stopped. He fought to keep a straight face until he could see if the doctor was being serious with him. He wanted to scream Yes! YES! But what would the doctor write then? How would they interpret it? He wanted to see his mother more than life itself, but he had to keep his emotions in check, as always. He stared at the yellow notepad and tried to gain control of nis now-racing heart. White wisps slowly lifted from its pages, as if the doctor had placed it on a smoldering coal, and it was about to burst into flame.
Brodie clamped his eyes shut and turned his head toward the doctor.
“Brodie? Are you okay?”
No! Not now. Not when he’s thinking about letting me go home. I have to be strong. I have to just be normal enough to go home. Just be normal.
Brodie opened his eyes wide and tried to put on his best possible smile. He stared at the doctor, who now had a big black spider crawling over his head. The spider had two claws, like crab’s claws, pulling at the doctor’s hair, but the doctor seemed oblivious to it. The Truth was taunting him again, trying to tell him something.
Brodie had learned to mask his expressions and push through the fear. “Yes. I would like that very much. I miss my mom.”
“Good. It’s coming up on Thanksgiving, and we thought it would be good for you to spend some time with your family. But we wanted your input on it as well. I’m glad to know that you like the idea.” The doctor picked up his notepad, where the crab-creature scurried down his arm and vanished back into the mist rising from it. When the spider had gone, the mist stopped.
Brodie released the breath that he was holding. Once again, the Truth had come and gone.
“How is your medication? Does it still make you feel disconnected? Dizzy?”
“Yes.” Brodie hated the medication. But if he went home, he would tell his mother to stop giving it to him. She would understand. She always understood. She would have understood the vision he’d just had. At least, she wouldn’t think he was crazy because of it.
“Okay. I’ll talk to Doctor Winslow to see if we can adjust that for you again.”
“Can’t you just take the pills away?” Brodie blurted. “I’m okay, now. Aren’t I?”
Dr. Flannigan shook his head, but continued to write in his notepad. “No. I’m sorry, Brodie. You’ll have to keep on them for a bit more. We want to make sure that your visions stay away. They make you do things that … We need you to get well, then we’ll work on getting you off the medications, okay?”
Brodie’d heard that line before. He pressed his lips together again, and wedged his hands under his thighs. More lies.
“Okay. Well, I’ll note that they are still bothering you. What about the voices. How long has it been since you heard the voices?”
“I don’t know. A few months.” Brodie lied. To be convincing, he shrugged and looked out the window at the trees again. But the Truth had spoken to him just last night, telling him more jumbles of words. They echoed in his ears still, but he kept a somber expression.
“It’s been so long, I forget.”
“The last time it spoke, what did it say?”
Brodie shrugged and pressed his lips together again. How could he make sense of it? Rashel. Car sixty. Overlane. Express. Lincoln.
“You don’t remember?”
“No. Not really.”
“Okay. That’s good, Brodie.” The doctor wrote more on the note pad. Afterward, he looked into Brodie’s eyes and smiled. “See, not so bad today, was it?”
“No. Not so bad.”
Dr. Flannigan opened the door to Brodie’s room again and started to leave. Brodie saw the note that the spider-crab must have written across the back of the doctor’s green sweater. It glowed like a neon sign, “Rashel. Tonight. Tell him!”
“When can I pack my bag?” Brodie blurted, trying to focus on the positive. He wanted to ignore the message and just pretend that the Truth wasn’t happening to him again. Maybe if he ignored the Truth, it would give up, go away and let him live in peace with his family.
“As soon as you want, I guess. I’ll call and see if your mom can pick you up tomorrow morning, if that’s okay with you. The next day is Thanksgiving Day, so you’ll be at home for the holiday.”
Before the doctor finished speaking, Brodie sprung off the bed and was head-first into the tiny closet to pull out his things for the trip. He only owned three changes of clothes and a pair of shoes, so it didn’t take him long to stuff his duffel bag with everything in the closet.
“Hold on, Brodie. You can’t pack everything. You’ll only be allowed one night this trip.”
“But…” Brodie stopped mid-action and looked up, “… why?”
“Small steps, Brodie. Both you and your mother have to take things in small steps, remember? We talked about this.”
Brodie remembered. He hated it. Anger flashed through his jaws making them tighten, but he tried to just smile and nod, as if the words comforted him instead of making him want to kill the one man that stood between him and a normal life with his mother again. All this man had to do was declare him as sane and let him go home. But no. He had to keep drilling about the Truth. He had to press in on him about the one thing in his life that Brodie couldn’t control or do anything about. And because of that, Brodie knew that he would be stuck in this room until he died.
The Truth wasn’t a disease but was something that haunted him from outside his mind, not inside. He didn’t want the Truth. He wanted his life back. But they didn’t believe him. No one did. No one ever did.
“Look, I know you love your mother, but we have to be careful. You–”
“You don’t know shit!” Brodie shouted and threw a shoe just past the doctor’s hands. It bounced with a solid thud off the door and out into the hallway. Immediately, he wished he could will the words back out of the air and pull the shoe back in time. He’d let his anger slip. His face grew warm and he turned away so the doctor wouldn’t see him trying to hold back his tears.
The doctor smiled that familiar apathetic smile. “No. I suppose I don’t, really. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Brodie yanked a shirt from his bag and stuffed it, still unfolded, back into the single drawer in his closet.
“Okay. You know where my office is, if you change your mind.” The doctor stepped out quietly. He gently placed the shoe back on Brodie’s bed, then closed the door as he left.
Once alone again, Brodie thought of all of the smart-ass comebacks he could have used. He could have said that he would make a horrible parent. Or he could have just shouted ‘Rashel’ and watch the doctor reel.
“Rashel” was probably his lover. Brodie didn’t know what the name meant, but he was sure that the Truth wanted to flaunt the doctor’s sins in front of the world. Through these messages, Brodie had a habit of knowing things he had no responsibility knowing. And each time he mentioned them adults were afraid of him.
He knew their secrets. Or at least, they thought he did.
The one thing he did know was that he wasn’t moving home anytime soon.
He stood up to scream at the top of his lungs in sheer frustration, but bit his lip. He clenched his fists and collapsed back onto his bed, buried his face in his pillow to muffle the noise and began to scream with all that was within him. Screaming faded to sobs, and sobs to mournful crying.
* * * * *
That night, Dr. Flannigan was driving home. His daughter, Rashel, sat next to him in the passenger seat. She was the brown-haired love of his life after her mother passed from cancer just two years before. He had just picked her up from day care and turned onto the Memorial Expressway, when a gray Lincoln crossed over into his lane. The driver was drunk. They hit head-on at sixty-miles an hour each. The Lincoln went up the front of Dr. Flannigan’s red Honda, crushing the passenger side of the car.
Dr. Flannigan was hospitalized for six months due to the extent of his injuries. His skull was fractured and his spine was crushed as the car flipped and landed upside down in the ditch. He was confined to a wheelchair the rest of his life and was later admitted to the same institution that had once been his occupation. His body healed enough to sustain him, but his mind never recovered from the trauma. He would sit and mumble four words over and over every day. “My lovely little girl.”
Rashel died on impact.

Into the wood (Bartholemew, Part II)

The campfire crackled and made harsh shadows against the night. Bartholemew closed his eyes and absorbed the warmth from the fire. Three days had past since he had spoken with Priest Donnair, and still no word.

A rabbit hung on a spit over the dying flames where he’d eaten a good portion of it. A loud crack behind him made him jump. In an instant, his sword was drawn facing the direction of the sound; “Who’s there?”

“Mr. Bartholemew?” A weak voice called out of the darkness. “I was sent from Veluna by request of Priest Donnair.”

Bartholemew put his sword away and pulled his hood over his head far enough to cover his face. “Come closer.”

A skinny man no taller than five-foot slipped from behind a tree, nervously inching closer. “Y-you… you are a Tiefling.”

“No. I was scarred as a child. But you did not come to discuss my malformities. What do you have to report?”

“I saw your face. You are a Tiefling. I’ve always wanted to meet a Tiefling. Are you as kind as Priest Donnair has said?”

Bartholemew slowly lowered his hood, letting the flickering light of the campfire dance on the side of his face. “I hope so. He has placed alot of trust in me.”

“Indeed,” the man held out a coin purse in a trembling hand. “He said that I should give you these.”

Slowly taking the coin purse from the little man, Bartholemew smiled. “Thank you. I assume this means that I have been officially commissioned.”

“Yes. I have much to tell you.”

Bartholemew stepped back, inviting the man to sit at his campfire. “Tell me more. I have a rabbit cooking. There’s not much, but you are welcome to what is left.”

The man sat and eagerly devoured the remains of the rabbit, sucking the bones dry, sure to get every ounce of meat from the sparse carcass. His name, as Bartholemew discovered, was Herman, but preferred to be called Shorty. He detailed the region of the forest that seemed to be having issues. There was a great evil boiling somewhere in the wood, and the epicenter seemed to be somewhere to the east.

After the man finished speaking and eating Bartholemew began to collect the bones to be buried to prevent wild animals from approaching his camp. “Thank you, Shorty. The hour is late. You are welcome to camp here and return in the morning.”

“If I may,” Shorty slowly stood, “I would like to go with you.”

“Hah! This wilderness is no place for city dwellers. Especially if there is such a great evil as you have said.”

“Please. I’m a cartographer by trade. I know the area outside the wood quite well. Let me go with you. I have nothing back in Veluna, and to spend time with a Tiefling would be my honor.”

The last sentence made Bartholemew pause. “Tell me, Shorty. Are you afraid of me? Afraid of my kind?”

“Not at all,” Shorty chuckled. He stood and stepped closer, “I’ve been interested in your kind since I met one as a child. It was a simple action, really. I had fallen in the dirt and began to cry, and a woman came over and picked me up. She dusted me off and sat me down next to my parents. I don’t think they ever saw her face, but I did. She was a Tiefling. I remember the shape of her face under her hood. I know she was. And if she were evil, I would have been dead already.”

“This commission may get dangerous. How do I know you can take care of yourself?”

Shorty drew two daggers from sheathes at his side. “This is Margaret, and this is Betty. They’ll do the talking for me.”

Bartholemew nodded with contemplation. He was happy to see a human so interested in his heritage for a change, but something still nagged at him. With a single movement, Bartholemew drew his sword, and thrust it just over Shorty’s left shoulder.

Shorty screamed and rolled to his side. Bartholemew tried to contain a laugh as Shorty tripped over a small log and nearly landed face-first in the fire, missing it by only a few inches.

“The woods are too dangerous for someone who is not ready at all times.” Bartholemew slowly replaced his sword. “I mean you no harm, but if I needed someone to go with me, I would need someone whose nerves are a bit more steady. As I said before, you are welcome to stay until sunrise, but then you must return. Tell Donnair that I accept his offer, and tell no one of my heritage. It is important that I remain hidden for now. Agreed?”

Shorty nodded. “Sure. I understand.”

With that, the two made preparations for bed. Bartholemew buried the leftover bones, and Shorty placed another bit of driftwood on the fire and unrolled his bedroll. Little else of adventuring was mentioned between them.

Sometime past the third hour, deep into the darkness of night, Bartholemew woke to the sounds of shuffling nearby. He got onto his knees and wielded his sword. Keeping the light of the fire out of his eyes to prevent night blindness. Glancing around the camp, he noticed that Shorty was no longer in his bedroll.

“Shorty? Is that you?” Bartholemew peered toward the rustling sounds as they seemed to draw closer. He saw a brief flash of white darting from tree to tree.

Bartholemew gripped the handle to his blade tightly. The rustling sounds faded, and soon there was nothing but errie silence. Not even the insects made their usual forest noises. Something had startled even them.

In an instant, Bartholemew felt something heavy land on his back, tossing him off-balance as he tumbled face-first into the dirt. He spun onto his back where a wide-eyed Shorty stood over him, daggers drawn and pressed against his throat. “Now… I think you see that my nerves are a bit better than before. Perhaps you would reconsider taking me along.”

With that, shorty smiled, withdrew his weapons and sheathed them. He extended a hand to help Bartholemew off the ground.

With little else than his pride injured, Bartholemew stood and dusted his clothing. “Perhaps you are right. I was a bit hasty. In the morning, we will head out. But if something happens to you, I owe you no allegiance. You are going on your own merit, and whatever happens is on your own head.”

Shorty smiled and extended his hand. “Agreed. It will be my honor to fight at your side, come what may.”

  • * * * *

The two strode through the trees as the early morning sunlight danced like golden glitter through the tops of the trees. Bartholemew kept a hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked around.

“So, what did Donnair tell you about these woods?” Bartholemew asked, breaking the silence between them.

“That they were full of wonder, and that you would know what to do when you found it.”

Bartholemew stopped. “Found what?”

“That’s just it. I have no idea. He said you would know. That your training would come into it’s own and you would know it when you see it.”

Bartholemew sighed heavily. “The man was always full of vagueness. But he is rarely wrong on such things. Come on. Let’s find whatever it is I am to find, and get back to him.”

“You don’t suppose we’ll find orcs, do you?” Shorty asked with a gleam in his eyes. “I’ve read much about them, but haven’t ever seen one.”

“I doubt it. The elves have them cornered down in the southeast, except for a few roaving raiding parties.”

“But if we do,” Shorty smiled, “What would you do? Would you draw your sword and charge them? Or would you announce your presence and try to negotiate?”

“Negotiate what? They only seek to kill, ravage and destroy.” Bartholemew spit on the ground at the thought of Orcs. “To announce my presence would be to give away tactical advantage. If I felt I could win, I would draw my sword and charge with all that was within me. If I did not, I would skirt by.”

“Hmmm. And the same could be said about Tieflings from a human’s perspective.”

Bartholemew nodded. “Touche. But I have witnessed my fair share of orc attacks. Have you ever come upon the scene of a Tiefling attack?”

Shorty laughed. “Touche, indeed. And no… I have not. Then again, how would one such as myself know the difference?”

“Well, first of all, we do not revel in the spilling of blood. Only if our own lives are threated would we risk spilling blood onto the soil. We believe there is an inherent life that flows through the blood of all living things. If the scene is a bloody mess, then it is most likely not the work of a Tiefling.”

“I will keep that in mind for when we come upon our next scene of an attack.” Shorty grinned from ear to ear. “I appreciate you letting me spend time with you. There is so much I can learn from you.”

Movement to their left made Bartholemew stop. He held out his hand for Shorty to remain silent.

“What is it?” Shorty asked.

“Shh.” Bartholemew scanned the horizon. Darting between the trees in the distance was a tall humaniod. It’s skin darker than usual, and bare-chested.

“Get behind me.” Bartholemew whispered. When he looked back, Shorty was nowhere to be seen. “Shorty?!” Bartholemew tried to yell and whisper at the same time. “Oh well…” he whispered to himself. “At least if he ran home, he won’t get hurt.”

Bartholemew slipped behind a tree and peered around, watching the humanoid as he ran in the distance. Soon, it changed direction and began running directly at Bartholemew’s position. That’s when Bartholemew noticed the tiny goblin leading the way.

“Nooooo!! Be freee!” the Goblin squealed. “Let me be free!”

As the large humanoid stepped from behind a tree, Bartholemew could make out its origin. It was a Hobgoblin.

It stepped forward and drew its bow. In one swift move it notched an arrow, pulled back and released. The arrow sped forward, piercing the goblin’s chest.

Bartholemew stepped out from his hiding place and rushed to the fallen Goblin. As he touched its body he knew that the creature was dead. There was no life emminating from his body.

An arrow flew by Bartholemew’s head. Looking up, he saw the hobgoblin bearing down at full speed on him, notching another arrow.

Bartholemew jumped up and ducked behind a tree, followed by the ‘thunk’ sound of the arrow embedding itself deep into the bark. Knowing that the hobgoblin would take a second or two to notch another arrow, he spun out and charged the creature with a mighty roar. The hobgoblin was not phased by the display of force. He stood fast, notched the arrow and drew back his arm.

A ball of white fell from the branches above, knocking the bow and arrow off target just before the arrow was released. “You’ll not defeat us!” Shorty screamed as he drove his dagger deep into the hobgoblin’s chest. As the creature fell forward, another arrow came from nowhere, catching shorty just under the ribcage.

Bartholemew dashed forward, leaping over logs and underbrush. Another hobgoblin turned and ran in front of him. Without a thought, Bartholemew pressed harder to chase. If the creature reached any other hobgoblins, Bartholemew would be dead. Soon, they approached a clearing where a dry riverbed lay. By this point, Bartholemew was only inches from the hobgoblin. He raies his sword and brought it down with full force, plunging it deep into the creature’s back.

As it came to a halt, Bartholemew plowed full-force into it, sending them both into a tumble down the steep hill until they were both sprawled at the bottom of the dry riverbed, his sword and only weapon still firmly lodged in the hobgoblin’s back.

He lept to his feet, poised to defend himself, but the creature did not stir. He stepped slowly forward, and yanked the sword out of the creature’s back. As he did, he could feel the life-force fade from it. It, too, was dead.

Dashing back through the woods, he finally made it back to Shorty, who was panting heavily, trying to press on his bleeding wound.

“I’ll … be okay.” He growled and grimaced as he pulled the arrow cleanly through, then let out a scream that startled the birds in the distance.

Bartholemew placed his hands on the human’s wound. He could feel the life quickly fading as the blood poured out. “No.. No no no… hang on, Shorty.”

He closed his eyes and tried to summon all that he could. He could feel the warmth flow through his fingertips, and he heard Shorty sigh. When he opened his eyes again, Shorty lay on the groud. His shirt covered in blood, but the wound was sealed.

“Shorty?”

After a long pause, shorty looked up. “Yeah?”

“You scared me to pieces.” Bartholemew collapsed on the ground beside him.

“I scared you?? What about me?” The two laughed until they could laugh no more.

“So, you still want to go with me?” Bartholemew asked, breaking their revelry.

“That depends… was that an orc?”

“No. A hobgoblin. Meaner, uglier and deadlier. Probably more of them, too. They don’t travel alone.”

Shorty stood, slowly checking himself over. “What did you do to me? I thought I was going to die.”

“It was a blessing of Truesilver. You will not die. Not right now anyway. But things just got worse than I could have expected. I need you to return to Donnair. With the discovery of hobgoblins in the wood, we have a huge problem. Go back to Veluna and tell Donnair that we ran into Hobgoblins near a dry river.”

“What dry river? There’s only one river that flows through Dapplewood. That’s Stone River. I charted it years ago, but rumors say that it has been poisoned, not dried up.”

Bartholemew glanced back in the direction of the second fallen creature. “Go. Tell Donnair that Stone River has been dammed up someplace up river. I will go see what I can discover and return to him as quickly as I can.”

Shorty nodded as a smile spread across his face. “A hobgoblin, eh? I killed a hobgoblin?”

“Don’t let it go to your head. You were almost killed by one too.”

Bartholemew shook the small man’s hand. Despite how humans had treated him in the past, in the past day, he’d begun to hope. Perhaps he could discover acceptance after all. Maybe with enough time, Tieflings could once again be trusted. “Go with Truesilver.”

Shorty nodded, and jogged back up the small trail toward the former campsite.

Bartholemew dashed back down the hill to the fallen Hobgoblin. As he stood in the middle of the dry riverbed, he placed his palm on the ground and a sense of foreboding and evil swept over him.

“This isn’t good.”

Hiding in Plain Sight

Bartholemew pulled the hood down a bit as he shoveled manure from the church stalls. Two other indigents worked a few stalls down. He could hear them talking between themselves.

“So, Thad… have you seen any more Tieflings raiding your pigs?” The first one chuckled. He was short and fat, with long greasy hair.

The inference that Tieflings did evil things always made Bartholemew angry. He channeled his anger into the shovel, and worked even harder. He and his kind were not evil. Sure, they were descenants of demon/human encounters, but Bartholemew was a peaceful Tiefling. But knowing how they were hated among the people, he always strived to keep his identity hidden for fear of the result.

“Give it a rest, Michael.” Thad scowled as he continued shoveling. “Ya know there ain’t no such thing. They’re myths made up to scare kids to eat their beets.”

“Not true. I saw one five years ago. Ugly beast. Long hair. Dark skin. He was gonna kill me, but I got away. Ran straight into town and got a mob together, but we never could find the bastard. He vanished into thin air without a track or a trace.”

“Likely story. What’ya think, Scar Face?” Thad called over.

When Bartholemew looked across the stables, Thad was leaning on his shovel, staring right at him. He glanced at Chubby, and he froze. He knew that face. He’d seen that man before. Fear ripped through his chest and arms like ice. Quickly ducking his head, Bartholemew shouted back, “My name is Bartholemew. And please don’t bring me into this. I’m just working for my wages.”

“Oh, come on.” Chubby waddled down the aisle toward Bartholemew’s stable gate. “Tell us. Do you believe in Tieflings?”

“If I did, would you shut up and leave me to work in peace?” Bartholemew dropped his shovel, pushed through the gate and past Chubby, briskly walking toward the chapel.

“Awww, you’re no fun, Scar Face.” Chubby called after him. “Get back here and grow a spine. We’re just trying to make the day go faster.”

But it was too late. He couldn’t risk trying to carry a conversation with them. Especially him. Once inside, he marched directly to Priest Donnair’s  room, gathered his composure and knocked gently on the door.

“Come in.” The priest’s voice was smooth and practiced.

Bartholemew opened the door and stepped through. The room was paneled in dark, expensive wood, and the floor was covered in an expensive imported rug. After closing the door, he removed his hood and bowed with respect.

“Yes, Bartholemew? How can I help you?”

“Apologies, sir. I’ve come to collect what little I’ve earned today. I did not finish, but the two you’ve assigned to work with me today were insistent on seeing my face and carrying conversation.”

The priest nodded. “I understand. It’s okay. I will pay you a full wage today if you’ll do a few other favors for me.” Priest Donnair pulled three coins from his pocket and handed them across his desk. “I’ll tell the others that the scars from your accident were causing you pain and you had to go to find a salve for relief.”

“That’s the other thing, sir… I don’t think that the story of my disfigurement will hold up to scrutiny any more. People are curious by nature. The more you pronounce me different, the more that they want to see all of the differences. Please, sir. Let me return to cleaning the stables at night, in peace.”

Priest Donnair lowered himself back into his plush chair. “Now, Bartholemew… you know that is not possible. The horsemen will return at night, and the horses are disturbed by your presence. They, too, fear your kind.”

“Then what else can I do for you? I cannot work with these men any more. You, alone, have put trust in me. Everyone else in this entire city wishes me and my kind dead, fearing that we will eat their children and kill their cattle, and stew their innards for dessert. I will serve you humbly, with whatever skill I have. But I just wish to do so in private.”

“I am not alone in my trust of you. And how will they learn, Bartholemew? I’m putting these men with you so that one day they will discover your true face, and realize that your nature is not to harm them but to help. You are a true gentle soul.” The priest’s words were soft and sincere. “How will they ever trust you if they do not work side-by-side with you to know your true nature?”

“You want them to discover me? We’ve already run into this five years ago. You insisted that I step out of my fear and face it head-on. That very man you put with me today was the man that tried to rally the city against me. This experiment has failed my kind over and over through the years. And that day, had you not hid me in the basement of this building, I would be dead. I revealed myself to him as a gesture of good will, and he ran, fearing that I would devour him.”

The priest sat with a solemn look on his face, his hands pressed together at the fingertips and his thumbs resting on his chin.

“Well? Do you have other work for me, or not?”

With a deep sigh, the priest looked up. “You are right, my friend. The people are not ready… not yet. I will speak with Bishop LeRove. There has been an issue boiling to the southeast, and you spend much of your weeks in those woods. Perhaps you could be our eyes and ears there. If he agrees, we could pay you to do some scouting for us. There, you’d be in your home environment, and you would have the privacy that you seek.”

Bartholemew felt his shoulders relax for the first time in weeks. “That would be very nice. Thank you, my friend.”

The priest stood and slowly escorted Bartholemew to the door. “I make no promises, but I will ask on your behalf. He knows your plight, he knows your true origin and most importantly, he trusts you. Now, if you will excuse me, I must prepare the utensils for the festival this week. In the next ten days, there will be much chaos. I need to be as focused as possible.”

Bartholemew donned his hood and shook the priest’s hand, grasping it in both hands he stared directly into the priest’s eyes. “I owe you my life, Donnair. Thank you for all you’ve done for me.”

“You’re welcome. And it is I that is in debt of his life to you. Now go. I’ll send a servant to deliver a message to you at your camp site in two days.”

Bartholemew thanked him again and slipped quietly down the corridor. He checked his tail to make sure it was still securely fastened under his cloak, then slipped into the streets. People brushed by in on either side. They laughed with their friends, haggled with the vendors, yelled at their mates, and continued life as normal… completely un-aware that a Tiefling was walking through their midst. How many times had people of his kind done this? And how many times had they slipped through life unnoticed. Yet they did no harm to the people of the city. Any city, for that matter.

As he past the city gate, a guard approached, shouting for him to stop. Bartholemew held up the church’s symbol and the guard nodded. “Your symbol marks you as damaged to the Order of Truesilver. How are you damaged?”

“Fire upon my face when I was a child. I am ashamed to reveal my scars as they are a mark of my transgressions against Truesilver, sir.” Bartholemew called back. This was a speech that he was all-too-familiar with. “Please have mercy on me and grant me the right to hide my face.”

“What is your name?”

“Bartholemew.”

“And upon whose blessing did you receive the mark?”

“Priest Donnair. He has delivered a note of me to all gates.”

The guard looked back toward his counterpart who nodded. “Very well. Go through.”

Once out of sight of the city walls, Bartholemew relaxed again. He slipped into the woods down a small trail. Once sufficiently deep into the woods, he removed his hood and inhaled deeply. The cool breeze carried the sweet aroma of the spring-time foliage. He walked a bit slower, enjoying the connection with nature as he returned to his campsite to await the promised messenger.

A Very Profitable Night.

The water drips in the rust-colored sink at the other end of the room. I had assumed that the restroom would be enclosed, but the toilet and sink are part of an open floor plan. That’s marketing speak for too blasted cheap to build walls for privacy. I could have chosen a better hotel, but this one was at just the right price, and is the perfect location downtown.

Of course, the female and her one-hour guest next door are making enough noise for the whole building. But he’ll be gone soon enough, and perhaps the noise will subside to that less than the traffic outside.

I’ll be able to focus on the sorting the photographs then. While they’re making noise, I can’t concentrate. Maybe some fresh air and a midnight stroll will help. It’ll at least pass the time until lover-john is done with his taxi ride next door.

I work down the stairwell, past the two drunks sleeping off their latest bottle — one curled up at each landing. When I open the door to the main alley, the stench of garbage and rotting grease assault me from the nearby dumpsters. Ah, life in the city. I can’t wait to get back to my apartment in my mediocre neighborhood where the most colorful occupant is Mrs. Connelly, whose baking attempts keep setting off the building fire alarms.

The chill of the October air tingles on my neck as it brushes past. I should have grabbed my coat. I console myself that at this point in my journey its closer to Roldopho’s All-Night Deli than to my room for the jacket. I tuck my chin down and pick up my gait.

“Welcome, Mr. Houdini.” Rodolpho calls as I enter. He’s a short, round Arabic man. His greasy t-shirt and jeans seem out of place against his perfectly-white apron. As if he did his cooking without the apron, wearing the covering only for show. My name is Rick Jenkins, but Rodolpho started calling me Harry Houdini after seeing me talk my way out of a parking ticket in front of his shop while on my first stake-out here. “You talk your way out of anything, Houdini,” he had cheered.

I nod in recognition to him. “I think I’ll have a steak and rye. Go easy on the mustard.” I point at an over-sized demonstration photo pasted on the deli counter.

“That good choice, Houdini. But you going to grow horns, you keep eating beef. Where variety? How about turkey on wheat? It midnight special.”

“I left variety and desire for turkey in my other pants.”

“But you bring cash, yes?” He smiles wide, stretching his goatee under his broad nose. “No leave that in your other pants?”

“Don’t worry. I brought cash.”

“Then steak you get. Heart attack ten years from now,” he waves his hands in the air, still smiling. “… not my problem.”

I watch as he masterfully puts together the sandwich, pulling slices of tomato and assorted other toppings from cracked, square, plastic containers.

This little joint reminds me of me. The tiles on the floor were mismatched like my suit, and the florescent lights flicker like most of my ideas barely able to illuminate this small shop. But this was the perfect place and the perfect time. There was no doubt that I could avoid all of my subjects here. No, they wouldn’t grace these grime-laden doors. Yet, this hotel and eatery were only two blocks from Mr. Little’s fifth-avenue office suite. Easy and convenient, but not necessarily cheap.

This location provided excellent opportunity to get close and take pictures of his extra-marital bliss at the office for his soon-to-be-very wealthy wife. After she delivered the photos I had taken earlier today to her attorney, they would undoubtedly work together to relieve the poor man of over half of his CEO salary.

But I’m not quite done yet. I took several very sensitive photographs of Mr. Little and his twenty-six-year-old brunette secretary today. How foolish could two people be? Just because you work on the twenty-second floor, doesn’t mean that you can expect privacy. After all, a person with a good telescopic lens on the twenty-eighth floor of a neighboring building can see right in. I could see the bald bodyguard standing just outside his office through another window. The guard stood perfectly still, like an over-built mannequin wrapped in a too-tight Armani suit.

Mr. Little and his secretary were both completely dressed from the waist up, but in the throws of wild disregard between the waist and the knees. Her legs wrapped tight around his bare backside. And while I could probably sell these photographs to various press outlets, I think I can get better offers locally.

That’s why I frequent this sleezy motel instead of packing my camera and heading straight to Mrs. Little’s plush Verdonia Avenue condo. The locale provides quick access to many very wealthy offices for morning appointments, but doesn’t impact my budget much for an overnight stay while I sort the evidence into the appropriate piles.

I plan my usual routine of intercepting the wealthy client’s husband tomorrow as he makes his way to his corner glassed-in office. Should he be interested in buying these photographs — and they usually are — I would be forced to sell Mrs. Little the remaining, pre-sorted mundane photographs of him working tirelessly at his desk, making new plans for his firm’s latest construction project.

Then again, if he chose to pass on such a generous offer, I could sell his wife the photographs of him working tirelessly on top of his desk with the brunette. Either way, I think this may turn out to be quite a little venture again.

“Six-fifty, Mr. Houdini.” Rodolpho finishes by wrapping the sandwich in a plain white sheet of butcher’s paper, then shoving it in my direction. The register beeps as he presses buttons. The drawer ejects.

“Not a bad price.” I smile handing him a twenty. “Keep the change. I think tonight has been a very profitable night for me.”

The pudgy attendant stuffs the bill into the drawer and makes the proper change. He folds the bills into his apron pocket, then nods at a small round table with two chairs. “You eat here? Like always?”

“Sure. I have to wait for Hansel and Gretel to finish stuffing the witch into the oven.” I’m sure there was a euphemism in there somewhere, but really, I just like throwing him for a loop.

“You get drink, too. On the house for such good customer.” He hands me a large paper cup filled with ice. I stroll over to the soda fountain machine and fill the cup with root beer. I don’t need the caffeine if I am to get any sleep at all before sunrise.

He turns back toward the kitchen wiping his hands down the tail of his apron.

I take a large bite, thinking of the different angles I can approach Mr. Little with. Perhaps I can just come out and lay all my cards on the table, telling him I have incriminating photos of his encounter last night. Then again, if I play one card at a time, starting with the flirting, ending with photos of him banging away on top of his keyboard, I might be able to squeeze him for much more, raising the ante with each step.

Either way, the first bite of my sandwich tastes terrific. I can smell the fresh print of money on the surface of the bread as I weigh my options.

After half of the sandwich, I feel my stomach begin to turn sour. Maybe eating this late wasn’t my brightest idea. I look around. No one but myself and Rodolpho are in the shop. At two a.m., this is unusual. Most of the drunks should have wandered in for a late-night sobering snack by now.

“You okay, Houdini? You look green.”

“Yeah. I think I’m done with this.” I say, pushing myself away from the table.

“Here. I take you outside for air.” He smiles, gripping my arm. “You stand, and we take a walk, okay?”

“I’m not drunk, Rudel–Redol–… ” For some reason, I can’t seem to say his name. It had come much easier earlier.

“Come. Walk. You feel better with fresh air.” He helps me stand and escorts me outside into the brisk neon-lit air. The sidewalks were as empty as New York City gets, with several people brushing by. “See? Better?”

He was right. The air outside seems to have shocked my body into submission. I stand upright and take a deep breath. “Yeah. A little.”

But I have no sooner said it when my stomach mounts a minor revolt. Without warning, the recently-eaten sandwich makes a grand re-appearance. I double over as pain tears my intestines into pretzel twists.

“Come. A few feet more, Houdini.” Rodolpho tugs at my arm, nearly dragging me down the stidewalk, away from the acrid smell of my own puke.

“Yeah. Okay.” My world seems muted. Distant. Empty. I breathe heavily, trying to regain my composure. “Where are we going?”

“The river. We splash some water on face. It good for you. Refresh you. Come, come.”

I follow obediently. It does seem to be a logical course of action. After several seconds, I hear the lapping of water. The shine of tall sky-scrapers reflects off of the river running through a deep cement trough cut right under Seventh Avenue.

“How are we going to get down to the water?” I ask, my knees turning to mush. My mind seems to have done the same. I find it hard to hold a complete thought.

“What you say?”

“The water? How do we get there?”

“The water? Oh, easy. You wait here. Lean on bars.”

I obey again. Resting my elbows on the low railing, I feel another wave of nausea twisting just under my esophagus. The water below dances against the reflections, and I feel myself growing dizzy. I close my eyes and try to take deep calming breaths.

I feel like my body is lifting off the ground. I grip the handrail and prepare for another round of gushing.

“No no, Houdini. You let go. Just stand still.”

“Let go? Why?” I ask, but obey.

“Because you gonna jump.”

A strong hand grips my collar. I am forcibly turned a full one-eighty, staring directly into the eyes of a tall bald man in a fine Armani suit. I recognize him. Mr. Little’s bodyguard. Just behind him, Rodolpho counts a small stack of bills, a smile wide across his face.

I hear Rodolpho laugh as I am hoisted above the man’s head. “Yes. Very profitable night, tonight. Very profitable.”

Shadow Man (prologue)

My name is Jack Frost. No. Not the little frozen imp of winter. Not the stop-motion clay model in blue. I’m a man, average height. Average looks. Nothing horrible, but nothing fancy either. Nondescrpit.

And I like it that way.

I could be sitting next to you on the subway, or walking behind you down the alley, and most people wouldn’t find me menacing or someone to fear. I just belong in any given scene, from hobos to royalty.

And I like it that way.

I dress purposefully simple. After all, I was trained by the best on how to fit in. How to get what I want without raising suspicions. Without getting caught. The CIA takes a dim view of a field agent getting caught. I know, because I got caught. And all records show that I was sumarily dispatched in China, 1982. How do I know? Because I put those records into the Chinese system.

It pays to have connections.

Leaving me the perfect alibi. The CIA disavows all records of your existence when an agent dies “in the field.” They remove fingerprints from the system, and most records of your existence go away. So I technically don’t exist. And for whatever records that they didn’t delete, my secret is still quite safe. After all, the government fully believes that I’m dead.

I am now a ghost. A shadow. A non-entity, as we would call them in the office. Now, a silent rider on a night train. And as this subway car slips from under a moonlit sky and down into the tunnels, I see her. My next victim.
It was her blond hair that convinced me that she would be next. So perfect. So simple. So… fake.

I feel sad for each one, really. They never suspect me. The geek in the back, afraid to talk to the girls. But there’s a spot. It’s right under fifty-eighth street, where the lights flicker and the subway cameras go out for two full seconds. That’s all the time I need.

In that dark moment, I will take what I want. She will be mine. My love. My heart. My prey. Just a few more seconds, my love. This will all be over.

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