I’m not a huge fan of talking about myself on social media. Writer friends have advised me to intensify my Facebook hustle, but there’s something so inherently uninteresting about that platform. First, even the most innocuous posts can be boiled down to an agenda (usually “muh brand”) and second, to quote George Costanza, worlds are colliding. All the time colliding.
Years ago, I got into an argument with someone in a video store who tried telling me that Halloween and Halloween II were originally filmed as one long movie. I guess this person hadn’t noticed Jamie Lee Curtis’ rather obvious wig in the “second half” of the film. But the most frustrating thing? After pointing out that both of these films have different directors, this person still refused to believe me.
This is my way of saying that Halloween II seems to enjoy lots of mileage for simply picking up right where John Carpenter left off.
Every once in a while someone asks how I manage to write so much and my answer is always the same: I’ve trained myself to do it to the point where it’s habitual. If I don’t get the day’s pages in, I feel cranky and restless. I feel like time is slipping away and there’s a host of stories I’ve got to get out of me before that happens. It’s from that particularly unhealthy mindset that I learned to be productive. Now I can’t enjoy anything without feeling like I should be writing.
Howling III: The Marsupials is a weird and inspired gulp of fresh air. I said it and I mean it. You could watch 400 movies in a year and never see another thing like it. Devoid of any ties to the previous films, you’ve got to hand it to director Philippe Mora for refusing to tread any kind of familiar territory with this–an undeniably fresh take on the werewolf genre.
Scott Cole is a very good friend of mine. Because of that, I wasn’t comfortable doing a straightforward review of his latest book, Triple Axe. I adore this novella though, and since there were questions I intended to ask Scott anyway, I figured we’d do it right here. Fair warning, you’re going to want a copy of this sucker after reading this.
Feral is now available as an audiobook. You can get it today, RIGHT NOW, at fine retailers such as Amazon, Audible, and iTunes. I couldn’t be more excited to share this with you. No, it’s not the first of my books to be adapted into audiobook, but it is the first I’ll wholeheartedly support and recommend.
It’s release day for a few authors whose work I really dig. Normally, I would send a few tweets across social media to get word out, but I wanted to take a little time to chat about these guys, their stuff, and hopefully convince you to load your Kindles with horror.
There’s nothing more fascinating to me than the existence of proto-slashers. That is to say, movies made before the “big boom” of stalk-and-slash pictures, where famous elements of the subgenre could be found in narratives that were not otherwise beholden to it. Some proto-slashers are more eerily prescient than others. 1972’s Tower of Evil, for example, is a movie that’s really just an early slasher. But as I recently watched Scream Factory’s excellent Blood and Lace Blu-ray for the first time, I was struck by the familiarity of its opening scene. And how other elements of the slasher drifted in and out of its arena.
By now, everybody is probably accustomed to how I handle new releases. I like to do them with a little bit of showmanship and fun. In honor of my latest release, Under the Blade, I’m doing a giveaway where everyone who enters becomes an immediate winner.
What do you get when you cross the suspense of all the best slasher movies with the small town mystery of all the best beach reads? You get my novel Under the Blade of course!
Scares that Care charity weekend is almost upon us! It’s one of the things I look forward to the whole year round, as it’s a great opportunity to connect with readers and peers in a friendly and supportive environment. It also doubles as a wonderful mini vacation. The drive down to Williamsburg, Virginia is an absolute killer, sure, but after I’ve had 365 days to anticipate it, I’m always glad for some extended road time with friends I don’t see as often as I’d like.