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Nightscares and Ghoulscapes!

30 Thursday Oct 2008

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book of dead things, readings, twilight tales

Hello denizens of Halloween town!

Check out the upcoming event, below. I and some other authors will be reading some dark tales in the NorthWest suburbs of the city. Check it out:

Local Chicago Area Authors Read From:

The Book of Dead Things
&
Hell in the Heartland Anthologies

Come join the Horrrrrror!

When?
Thursday night, All Hallow’s Eve’s EVE!
10-30-08

What Time:
7 PM-9PM(ish)

Where:
Top Shelf Books
47 East Northwest Highway
Palatine, IL 60067

POTLUCK OF TERROR!
Bring Food, Drink, Merriment and TERROR!

Nightmare Before Halloween

21 Tuesday Oct 2008

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I wrote this movie review last year, for a potential movie review gig. It’s about that time of the year again…so I thought I’d share:

“Attics are awful and lovely.
You Know what I mean?
Basements are low, dank, and darksome,
Halloween’s buried there . . .”

“. . . There the terror is pure.
There an All Hallows grave
Can save souls that might smother
From calm dad or sweet mother.”
—Ray Bradbury, “In-Between: A Halloween Poem”

Ray Bradbury is a storyteller who knows why Halloween, spooks, and frights are important—so is Tim Burton, and he beautifully illustrates the point in his mismatched holiday classic, The Nightmare Before Christmas, now re-released in theaters, for the second year, in 3D. Certainly, the denizens of Halloweentown know, singing, “Life’s no fun without a good scare.”

The story is simplistic, but the best fairytales are. Jack Skellington, the monarch of Halloween, grows bored with scares and screams and seeing the new challenges and excitement of Christmas, commands his subjects to help him take over the execution of that holiday. Not plot driven, Nightmare is a heady visual draught, a Halloween dream woven in images and moods. Roger Ebert praised the original release of the film, saying its creators “made a world here that is as completely new as the worlds we saw for the first time in such films as Metropolis, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari or Star Wars.” And indeed, the visuals are so unique that “Burtonesque” is now in the cinema lexicon. The new 3D element makes this phantasmal world even more immersive.

Burton has stated that inspiration came to him at a store changing out the Halloween merchandise for Christmas displays: the juxtaposition of ghouls and Santa—and the best images of the film are the ones mixing Christmas and Halloween, the delightful and the ghastly: a coffin shaped sleigh led by skeletal reindeer, Christmas lights strung about an electric chair, and in no other movie have I seen a character try and discover the true meaning of Christmas by dissecting a teddy bear.

This is what Burton does; he mixes horror and humor and somehow makes it innocent through his favorite medium, the misfit. These elements come together in one of my favorite scenes: Sally, an animated rag doll and secret admirer of Jack, prepares a gift basket for the Pumpkin King and makes ready to escape her abusive creator. Opening the window, she looks wistfully towards Jack’s house, then jumps, crashing several stories below, her body breaking into pieces. Then, just as wistfully, the way a lovesick teenager might pick petals off a lily, she sews herself back together and heads for Jack’s. It’s a neat bit of dialogue-free storytelling. In any other movie, this would have been a tragic scene—a teen suicide for unrequited love. Instead, Burton makes the scene sweet and he does so using the very element that makes it macabre: the fact that Sally is an undead doll that can put herself back together.

Forgiving the simple plot, I have only one complaint: at 76 minutes, I would have liked a little longer to further develop Jack and Sally’s relationship or maybe better develop the villain, Oogie Boogie. I would attribute the short runtime to the extensive and tedious process used to create the stop motion animation (a week’s worth of work reaped only a minute’s worth of film).

After 14 years, the film has aged well, looking dated neither technically nor in style. Actually, pop culture has caught up to its sardonic and subversive tones. For proof, note that the film was originally released under Touchstone Pictures (a division of Disney) for fear that it was too dark for children. In the 2006 3D release (as well as this year), The Nightmare Before Christmas was shown under the Disney banner. For further proof, walk into a Spencer’s or Hot Topic store—there is more Nightmare merchandise circulating than ever and a whole new generation of teenagers have made its cast of monsters into a misfit pantheon (with Jack Skellington at the head).

The media is faster and more fickle than ever. However we also live in a time when canceled TV shows and sleeper films can find a second life, resurrected by the necromancy of cult fans and DVD sales. People walk around with T-shirts featuring their favorite characters from 80s video games. Media fades, but iconic images endure, and Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas is teeming with them.

“Blah,” he said, eloquently.

29 Monday Sep 2008

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comedy cliches, fountain pens, grosse pointe blank, high school, high school reunion, just doing my job, milestones, pen as murder weapon, treadmills

If anyone ever says, “I’m just doing my job,” in their defense, they are likely in the wrong—not always—but it’s a safe bet (and more than likely, they are soulless, animusless, automatons).

On a completely unrelated level, I think TV comedy needs more moments where a protagonist is running on a treadmill, looks to their left (ALWAYS their left), notices something shocking (depending on the context), stops running, and then is flung off the treadmill.  We need some more of those.  You know.  Because I don’t think we’ve explored every freaking nuance of that scenario.

Friday was my 10 year high school reunion.

Now I have a craving to watch Grosse Pointe Blank.

I didn’t get to kill any international assassins at my reunion.  But I did have a fountain pen at the ready.  You try killing someone with a ballpoint pen.  It’s cruel to both you and your victim.

It only hurts when I laugh – It hurts a lot

13 Saturday Sep 2008

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adam west, blood snow and sparrows, pseudopod, sex games, twilight tales

Pox on it!

Went over the horror story of my finances more today, now that the novel draft is in. Ugh. And double ughgh. The real world really does try to kill a body a bite at a time. I think it’s a nasty demi-god that got created in the paradigm of the last century. Disbelieve it, kids. Disbelieve.

On a happier note, I had a pretty fun week that involved me actually leaving the house. I also did a bit of creative output that served no particular purpose (just for me). I think, I am at my best when I’m only entertaining myself…and an audience stumbles upon me.

On Monday I got to visit a TWILIGHT TALES open mic and see sum writing chums and read some short fiction (which they seemed to like) and, more importantly, to get into a discussion on the philopshy and methodology of creating couples’ sex bordgames.

Also, an audio horror short fiction podcast I like to listen to, PSEUDOPOD, has purchased my story, "Blood, Snow, and Sparrows". I just sent in the contract earlier this week. That means that, sometimes in the near future, they will record an audio reading of my story and broadcast it on their podcast, meaning you can download it to your little iPods, meaning my story can be fed into your digitially via the ears, meaning I’ll be sitting between your ears and in your heads…

I’m a huge fan of audio fiction and am very excited to hear it.

Oh and here’s a moment of zen:

ravens are like writing desks because they like to eat your brains through the eyes

31 Sunday Aug 2008

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strangeness in the proportion, white wolf, writing

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
—Radiohead, “Karma Police”

Been gone a while.

No posts, no clever-cute-cute-too-too-clever-oh-so-cleverness.

I finished the novel draft, the White Wolf, World of Darkness novel: Strangeness in the Proportion.

I had thought that upon completion I would type up a giant, celebratory post full of exclamation points, minutes after finishing the last sentence, finger leaving the period and shift key, shaking, supercharged and twisted on an accomplishment high. The truth is that I finished the thing and sent it all in about a week ago and I pretty much crashed…napping and napping and daydreaming and barely touching my keyboard or phone for several days—too burnt out on the subject to even talk about it (all the ghoulish details of cadaverous love and whether or not it works in this draft…the ghost tree that grows, upside down in the protagonist’s head and how it’s full of wise-cracking wraith crows and how that all came about out of nowhere in this draft…and such…).

I also wanted to give a more detailed description of what went on in the process of this draft…but I’m pretty wiped and would rather just move forward. Long story short, it was a learning experience, a book length plot. It took too long—I worked too long on this draft, and my momentum left me before I got to the end. I definitely have a better idea of how to handle a draft of a novel, but it was learned the hard way. Some things worked. Some might not. Some I could not tell by the end because I’d been too close to the material for too long. I went through a few writer highs…but the end was very challenging…I went through many spells of feeling useless, small, talentless, and “should I even be a writer?” type of drivel (I’ll spare you all the particulars).

I think the motifs of the piece: absinthe, scalpels, silent films, cards, eccentric romance…I think those work better this time around.

If I owe anyone emails or answers to internet surveys or kidneys or pints of blood, I do apologize. The last month or two I’ve been hermetically sealed away. I’m out now. I’m catching up.

In two or three weeks, I’ll hear back from the editor. And I’ll look at the book and comments with, hopefully, fresh eyes.

Right now I’m recharging.

How are all of you lovelings?

This is bat country!

26 Thursday Jun 2008

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“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
—Hunter S. Thompson

I took at walk at 3:30 a.m. to clear my head.  A bat almost rammed into my forehead during the two mile trek.  I take that as a good omen.

I feel a surge of optimism…wicked, mischievous, optimism.  And I have absolutely no reason to feel it.  My situation today is more impossible than it was yesterday.  But that might be a part of it.  I tend to have this escape pod in my rationality…after a certain point of stress and impossibility it jettisons away and everything seems a little easier.  I developed that mechanic after a tiny nervous breakdown in junior high.

The sheer amount of words I have to write in the next 5 days is…nosebleed inducing.  But now the impossibility sounds fun…in the right frame of mind.  When I become a caricature of myself, when the corners of my grin touch at the back of my neck, anything is possible.

me not think good tuday

24 Tuesday Jun 2008

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From Samuel R. Delany’s About Writing:

Writers are people who write. By and large, they are not happy people. They’re not good at relationships. Often they’re drunks. And writing — good writing — does not get easier and easier with practice. It gets harder and harder — so eventually the writer must stall out into silence.The silence that waits for every writer and that, inevitably, if only with death (if we’re lucky the two may happen at the same time: but they are still two, and their coincidence is rare), the writer must fall into is angst-ridden and terrifying – and often drives us mad. (In a letter to Allen Tate, the poet Hart Crane once described writing as “dancing on dynamite.”) So if you’re not a writer, consider yourself fortunate.

Ugh…

I picked the wrong week to give up licking poisonous toads.

Last week before my book is due.  I’m at a low end of the roller-coaster ride…feeling very confused and useless…hoping to be on a rise tomorrow…so I can marathon this thing till the end.

Come See Me Read

I’ll be one of the featured readers at Twilight Tales on Monday the 30th.  Come out and see me.  As part of their bio section, Twilight Tales asked me some questions.  I’ve pasted those questions below with my answers:


Let’s start with the basics, what’s the title of  the story you’ll be reading?

I’ll be reading excerpts from my new novel, Strangeness in the Proportion.

Who or what inspired it, and tell us briefly about the action?

A lot of the inspiration (and the title) comes from the quote I use to open the novel:

“There is no exquisite beauty…without some strangeness in the proportion.”
—Edgar Allan Poe, “Ligeia”

The book is set in White Wolf Publishing’s World of Darkness setting (a real world setting with monsters in the shadows).  It is technically a horror novel…but I like to think of it as a love story on the other side of entropy.

As for inspirations…there were a lot of them.  I wanted to story where a Tim Burtonesque misfit, drawn by Edward Gorey (with shades of silent film comedic heroes like Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton) is forced into the dark underworld of Frank Miller’s Sin City as if directed by Edgar Allan Poe.

The story is about an eccentric, absinthe addicted forensic pathologist, Simon Meeks, who falls in love with a Jane Doe cadaver.  When Jane disappears, Simon snaps and goes off in search of her (scalpels in hand), plummeting into the hidden supernatural world that lies just under the surface of Chicago.

It’s kind of about love and relationships with the dead…like the movie Ghost…only where that movie was more “Unchained Melodies”, my book is more “Mary Jane’s Last Dance”

The lyrics and music video of the Nine Inch Nails song, “Perfect Drug” was also an inspiration (in fact, the lyrics work as a very vague plot synopsis).

And finally, Count Carl Tanzler von Cosel (the infamous romantic/necrophile of Key West, Florida), offered some inspiration.


What’s the most interesting reading you’ve ever had?

A drumming circle open mic night at Twilight Tales.  I was reading an emotionally heavy piece…and the drums got me more into it…and I think that helped the drummer to get even more into it…and round and round and it felt like the most intense reading I’d ever given.

What inspires you to write, or what makes you want to tell a particular story?

There is a ghost tree that grows in my head.  On each of those thousand-thousand ghost branches are a thousand-thousand ghost ravens and each raven has a story to tell.  When it is ready, a raven pecks at my eyes from the inside.  I’ve learned the hard way that it’s best to obey the ravens.


What insights would you like to share with other authors about the writing process, getting published, or overcoming an obstacle in the story?

Do not kill the things you love because of other people’s pretensions.  Do not throw away your comic books, Godzilla movies, and Halloween decorations because someone says they’re tacky.  The things we love fuel our stories and if you really love them, your stories will be deep enough.

Do not develop any pretensions.  Only spend your energy on enthusiasms.  The difference between a pretension and an enthusiasm is the difference between a man showing off his luxury car to his peers as a symbol of affluence…and a boy tearing the hell out of his new bike on a dirt hill, alone and in ecstatic joy.  Never use a big word because you worry about what someone thinks.  Use a big word because it’s fun and you want to play with it—play the hell out of it—work it to the nub.

And do not fall into the hysteria of anti-pretension either.  Never throw away a big word because someone tells you you’re pretentious.  Remind them that you have no pretensions, only enthusiasms.  Make sure you are telling the truth when you say this.  Or don’t.  You are a writer, and thus a con-man of a sort, after all.

Is there anything you’d like to tell us about yourself , or your writing that will help us understand who you are as a writer?

When I was a boy, I had a water bed.  Water beds tend not to have a space underneath.  No space, no monsters under the bed.  My writing teacher and mentor in college is still convinced that I’m making up for lost time.

Finally, is there anything else you’d like to share?

My first novel, Strangeness in the Proportion will be out sometime in the near future, by White Wolf Publishing.  If you’d like to know anything else about me, you can check out my blog at http://www.myspace.com/nevermore_66

Associations and Such…

09 Monday Jun 2008

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Leave your name and I will…

1. Tell you why I befriended you.
2. Associate you with something -random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I’ve always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user picture of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your blog.

*Warning…I may not get to all of these before June 30th…but I’ll do my best…

Deep Thoughts In Front of a Webcam #4

06 Friday Jun 2008

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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…radiation makes me tingly…

Deep Thoughts In Front of a Webcam #3

06 Friday Jun 2008

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If two zombies have sex…

…is it necrophilia?

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