Sunday, December 23, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
On, December 4th, I was a guest on THE HORROR HAPPENS RADIO SHOW. If you missed the show, you can listen to me and JK I talking about writing horror novels.
Click on this link and look for my name in the top right corner.
"Interview with Horror Author Brian Moreland"
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Today, I’m happy to have UK horror author Nicky Peacock as my guest. Welcome, Nicky. What part of England are you from?
I live in Northants, which is in the midlands. My hometown, Corby is famous for its steel works (now shut down though) and above average crime rate!
You’ve been telling “tales of blood soaked horror filled with vampires, werewolves, ghosts” since you were a kid. What got you interested in writing horror?
My parents were always quite relaxed about horror growing up, so I probably watched one too many certificate 18 films in my formative years! I also have an older brother who’d regularly go out of his way to tell me ghost stories and scare the hell out of me (there were many incidents: The Scream Mask Chase, The Blair Witch Babysitting Blunder, The Abandoned Cemetery Investigation, The Hanged Man in the Attic, and many more).
Familiarity breeds acceptance, and acceptance turned to a love of all things scary and strange.
I know what you mean, Nicky. I used to scare my little sister all the time. Once when I was babysitting her (I was 12 and she was 8), I put on a ski mask and pretended to be an intruder and chased my sister and her friend around the house with a butcher’s knife. I had a twisted sense of humor back then. She still ribs me about it to this day. Anyway, back to you.
Lately, you’ve been writing a variety of fiction genres: Urban Fantasy novel, Paranormal Romance novella, and horror short stories. I enjoyed reading a couple of your horror short stories “Food Chain” and “Jack’s Month.” I especially loved “Jack’s Month” which releases soon in an anthology called Year’s End: 14 Tales of Holiday Horror. Nicky, can you tell us about some of your other works that you’re working on and when they’ll be available to read?
My first lone author novel ‘Bad Blood’ will be out early 2013 with the publishers Noble & Young. It’s a YA vampires VS zombies urban fantasy set in England. I’m also working on an undead fairy tale and a paranormal romance novel at the moment.
The YA genre is hot right now, so if it hits with those readers, you could hit big. Do you have any tips you can share for aspiring writers?
Read. Write. Research. Submit. It’s a four step formula that I’ve been working to. Read as much as you can, get excited about books and seek out authors in the genre you want to write in. Write! You’d be surprised how many aspiring writers there are out there who don’t actually write anything. Research the right publishers for your work and make contact. Format your work to the correct publisher guidelines and submit it. I know a lot of talented writers that don’t seem to get the nerve up to submit, but you really do need to get your work out there – publishers won’t approach you. Just remember – you can’t please everyone – there’ll be some people that hate your work and reject it, but there will be some who will love it and accept it with open arms. Just keep submitting till you find the ones that will love it! Don’t give up.
I agree. Finding the right agent and publishers for your work is a numbers game. I’ve been rejected many times, but I eventually found the right publisher for me. So, when you’re not writing, what else do you enjoy doing?
I do read a lot and seem to have an ever-growing Dr. Seuss style ‘to read’ pile! I love getting recommendations from people and discovering new books; it’s why anthologies are so fantastic - they’re a great way to find new authors to follow.
I run a local writers’ group called Creative Minds, we meet every two weeks and talk about our work. Writing can be hard to keep up on your own, so having a group of like-minded people can really motivate and keep you on track.
I also belong to a writer's group that I meet with every other week. I definitely believe I'm a better writer from hearing their feedback on the chapters I read. Also, having a group motivates me to write each week so I have new chapters to present to the group.
Nicky, thanks for visiting my blog, Dark Lucidity. I’d love to have you back for future book releases.
Anytime Brian, thanks for having me.
Check out Nicky's fiction. I highly recommend reading her short story "Jack's Day" in the anthology Year’s End: 14 Tales of Holiday Horror.
Nicky Peacock writes both YA and adult horror & paranormal romance. You can contact her on Facebook – search for her name and look for the scary looking blonde! Follow her on Twitter @nickyp_author and also check out her blog: http://nickypeacockauthor.wordpress.com
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
A couple months ago I designed a cover for my upcoming novel THE DEVIL'S WOODS and submitted it to my publisher Samhain Horror. This week I received the final cover and was happy to see they decided to use my original design. I think the fonts they chose for the title are pretty killer. This novel, which I began writing in college over 25 years ago, will release in the latter half of 2013. Stay tuned.
To read the synopsis and get a sneak peek at the first couple chapters, visit my other blog The Crypt of Horror http://brianmoreland.wordpress.com/
To read the synopsis and get a sneak peek at the first couple chapters, visit my other blog The Crypt of Horror http://brianmoreland.wordpress.com/
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Today's guest post on Dark Lucidity is horror author Aaron Dries, talking about his novels and three horror classics that impacted his storytelling.
I received an interesting piece of fan mail the other day from a reader who told me that they would love to read a sequel to my debut novel, House of Sighs someday. It delighted me, really, even though it left me scratching my head. Honestly, a sequel had never occurred to me; I thought I’d wrapped up that story pretty neatly. In a nice, blood-splatted bow, if you like.
But this request brought with it a niggling worm of doubt.
Perhaps the story wasn’t fully told. Maybe yes, I had more to say. House of Sighs was a novel written out of pent-up anger, and I’ll be the first to admit: that anger hasn’t gone away … What happened to the sole survivor on that bus ride from/into hell and what kind of person did they grow up to become? I thought the book implied answers to a great deal of its questions, but I underestimated the reader’s ability to imbue novels with their hunger.
The hunger to know more.
I get that. I really do. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll get back on that bus and see where it takes me.
In the interim, this all got me thinking about the notion of sequels, and in particular, sequels to famous (or infamous) horror novels. We live in a climate of continuing stories and retellings, which makes sense with horror, a genre founded around the campfire, with each storyteller putting their own spin on well-worn tales. I’m not immune to knowing what happens next, either. When Stephen King releases Doctor Sleep, his sequel to The Shining, I’ll be the first in line. Guaranteed. And it’ll be a hefty hardcover purchase, too. Reading that book in an electronic format just wouldn’t feel right to me. The scary stuff (and I mean, the really serious shit), you want to be able to throw across the room with a scream without running the risk of shattering it. You don’t fuck with those ghosts.
Sequels. Some divide audiences; for every lover there are those who are left disappointed because the questions they had so desperately wanted answered differed from the conclusions they had drawn in their heads. And as difficult as that latter point may be, it’s an author’s right to take the tale where he or she deems appropriate (or inappropriate, as it may be).
So. A question is posed.
Can you think of any literary horror sequels that shook up the collective campfire?
I’ve come up with three examples. Though be warned, there may be spoilers in my spiels. And while my opinions may throw fuel on the fire, revealing previous burns from authors who refused to compromise their vision, I invite you to comment below. Let’s discuss, reader to reader.
I’m a fan boy, and I write with a fan boy’s heart, which is why there are so many nods to Robert Bloch in my newest novel, The Fallen Boys. His influence on my work was instrumental, especially in my younger years. And while I loved a great many of his novels and short stories, for me it was Psycho 2 that solidified Bloch in my mind as the go-to-guy for quality plotting.
At that point in my life (I read Psycho 2 in my mid teens), my idea of horror sequels were limited to Friday the 13th installments (often watched out of order). So the great surprise in Bloch’s carry-on narrative was that there was a narrative present to be enjoyed in the first place.
Enjoyed by some. Universal Studios, for example, were not in the accolade-giving kind of mood in 1982 it would seem. That said, I understand why. Mirrors are often at their most unflattering when they are as polished as that particular book.
Every line of crisp prose, every wit-laced piece of dialog … Bloch layered it all on. He took horror-slasher conventions and turned them on their heads by setting Norman on the road to Hollywood in an attempt to end a movie adaptation of his life and exploits at the Bates Motel (predating the plot of Scream 2 by many years). And the Hollywood of Bloch’s novel is not a flattering place; it’s an unredeemable wasteland, bleached by the harsh Los Angeles sun and sucked dry of any identifiable creativity. Added to this, there’s an utterly shocking Third Act twist, which to this day, keeps me reeling. It’s a deft slash of the Master’s knife, and despite all temptations to do otherwise … I won’t reveal it’s controversial majesty here.
And like some readers, Universal Studios (who had bought the rights to the book in advance) didn’t like the twist, and they especially didn’t like the way Bloch depicted the Hollywood of the time. As a result, they went off and made their own sequel instead (which when you look at it, is a semi-remake of the 1964 film Strait-Jacket – written by none other than Robert Bloch himself!). It was as though Hollywood was determined to never give the author of Psycho the reputation he had so undeniably earned (beginning with Hitchcock buying all available copies of Bloch’s original novel so nobody would know the ending, and continued by Joseph Stefano, who seemed to self-credit himself with so many of the novel’s cleverest plot devices (not to say he didn’t contribute a lot, because he did)).
But I digress. The novel is a merciless read and wildly satirical; it’s camp in all the right places, while still managing to be scary exactly when it should be. Added to this, there are enough Blochian puns to keep any fan going. Psycho 2 is a sardonic fuck you to an industry that had taken Bloch’s ideas and run them into the ground, over and over and over again.
Second on this list of controversial sequels is Ira Levin’s Son of Rosemary (1990), which was published 30 years after his seminal classic, Rosemary’s Baby. Set in 1999, on the cusp of the new millennium, the novel continues the story of Rosemary Woodhouse, who awakens in a long-term care facility after the death of the last member of the coven who worships her son. She learns she has been in a (perhaps supernaturally induced) coma since 1973, and whilst lost in dreamland, her son, Andy (he with his father’s golden eyes) has become a Kennedy-esque super star. But does this rise to fame come with an agenda? And will Rosemary be welcomed back into his fold?
In a career that spanned 44 years, Levin only wrote seven novels and this was his last. It’s sad that this final novel proved to be such a frustrating footnote in an otherwise consummate catalog. That’s not to say that it’s terrible, because it isn’t. It’s just bitter through and through. It plays its demonic cards well, but collapses under the weight of its surprisingly sluggish pace, which only leads to a denouement we know will come (it really only becomes a horror novel in its final pages) — only to be followed by a mischievous plot maneuver that either confirms Levin as a genius or a literary madman. After even all of these years later, I still haven’t quite made up my mind.
But you have to read it and feel your stomach empty out as that tricky card is played. And then come back here and let me know what you think. Some will be confused; some may be intrigued; but almost any fan will be angry. On that note, I think anger is a powerful emotion for any book to evoke. And I can’t believe that after all of these wonderfully constructed novels, that Levin would descend into hackery in the final pages of his final book. I just can’t. I won’t. That’s why I think (or maybe it’s hope) that there is a mastermind at play in Son of Rosemary’s climax (and the more I think about it, the more I think it might be — but that doesn’t mean I think it was the right decision to make).
Time has unfortunately swallowed this novel whole, as though it would rather concede that it never existed (and time wouldn’t be alone there, I’m sure). And all faults aside, this is a shame. Ira Levin wrote Rosemary’s Baby, one of the greatest horror novels ever written and he alone made the decision to continue that story. Just because people didn’t like it doesn’t mean that future readers should be forced to raid budget bins in the hope of finding a copy, and thus, make up their own minds (though fortunately, the novel has been reprinted).
I wonder what Mia Farrow, to whom the book is dedicated, thought?
The third and final novel I’ll raise here is Thomas Harris’ sequel to his blockbuster novel, The Silence of the Lambs. Yes, I’m referring to that mammoth volume of depravity and twisted elegance: Hannibal.
I was in the ninth grade when it was released and I can still remember sitting down to read it for the first time and letting my eyes run across the first eerie sentence …
“You would think that such a day would tremble to begin.”
Harris had me at hello. And he kept me all the way to the end.
“We can only learn so much and live.”
Strung between these two sentences was a novel that changed the way I perceived popular fiction, and more than any other book, solidified in my mind that yes, this was what I want to do with my life. I want to write, create and perhaps even disturb or upset. Because that is what that book did to me. I remember feeling hollowed out by its uncompromising final 100 pages. They left me gasping. I remember shaking my head and thinking to myself, “No — he couldn’t. Surely not.”
And yet he did.
I hated it. I couldn’t sleep that night. It was as though I’d suffered an electric shock. The book was a drug upon which I’d overdosed, leaving me a paler shade of myself, trapped in cannibalistic comedown. And like the worst comedowns, it made me want to cry.
Those who have read the book (and not only just seen the film, which differs greatly) will know the turn of events I’m referring to here …
It took me a great deal of time to appreciate Hannibal, although never once in that bitter hiatus was I ever not tempted to pick it up again. It called out to me, luring me closer and closer to its pages, a demonic lullaby that I’m sure would have satisfied Mr. Harris greatly. And when the time came, and I felt ready to re-read it, I did so in an epic single setting — an utterly unique experience. I saw the dance of the prose, the tight plot mechanisms turning me closer and closer to a conclusion I knew was going to happen, yet I wanted so badly to avoid.
I don’t subscribe to the idea that Hannibal Lecter was scarier with his motives withheld. People often described him as a shark, prowling the oceans, merciless and mean … I disagree. Sharks are creatures that eat in order to survive; they don’t hunt people down. There is almost a blind innocence to their carnage.
We’re more terrifying.
By giving Lecter a backstory — by humanizing him — Harris drew a powerful contrast between the titular character and the ghoulish atrocities he enacted. As a reader, I found myself forced into a dark corner, forced to empathize with a monster, who not only destroyed those who deserved to die, but would break the one person Harris was not allowed to break: Clarice Starling. Harris forced us to not only look into the abyss, but to look out at the world from within it.
The Silence of the Lambs was about a number of things, but primarily, it was Starling’s story. There’s a wonderful, fragile tenderness to it, which grows bolder and bolder as the story progresses, eventuating in a plot that reflects its primary character: utterly victorious and incorruptible. So why were people surprised that its sequel would be a very different beast? It was, after all, called Hannibal. Its core isn’t the incorruptible; it’s the utterly corrupt. It isn’t a novel about the victor or the victim; it’s about The Evil, which has a hefty reputation to uphold. The book is an insight into Lecter’s mind, as embodied by a story that more-than-adequately reflects that character’s sensibility, just as The Silence of the Lambs did so for Clarice … And that’s why so many reacted to this book so vehemently. I was among your number, trust me. Evil corrupts even the incorruptible, which is what had to happen in order for Hannibal to succeed.
It just comes at an incredibly high literary cost.
And just like that — I was changed.
These three entirely unrelated books share a kinship, despite their flaws. They are novels that remind me of the power an author has over a reader. And that’s their right to do so; Bloch, Levin and Harris have earned their clout. If they want to hurt, punish and aggravate you, then accept it, because these are not authors in the business of handing out mercy. But remember: that doesn’t mean you have to like it. And one need only scan the Amazon and Goodreads reviews for these three books to see that many don’t.
Psycho 2, Son of Rosemary and Hannibal are examples of sequels that are hard to accept because they are such vivid departures from their original narrative threads. And those threads do run deep, which is why I admire them so strongly. It would have been so easy for any one of these authors to rehash the same story and satisfy an undemanding audience. Instead, they pull on those deeply seeded cords and yank them up through our ever-so-tender flesh, hurting us. Punishing us for their loyalty.
That’s horror for you right there.
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Former pizza boy, retail clerk, kitchen hand, aged care worker, video director and copywriter, Aaron Dries was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. When asked why he writes horror, his standard reply is that when it comes to scaring people, writing pays slightly better than jumping out from behind doors. His first novel was the award-winning House of Sighs, followed by the recently published, The Fallen Boys, which manages to be just as –if not more–twisted than his debut. He is currently hard at work on a third book.
Feel free to contact him at www.aarondries.com (http://www.aarondries.com), on Facebook or through Twitter. He won’t bite. Much.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Today, I'm thrilled to have horror author Hunter Shea as a guest on my blog. This month his novella, Swamp Monster Massacre, releases through Samhain Horror.
Aside from my family, there are two things I’m fanatically passionate about : all things horror and baseball. As a Mets fan, I know full well the horror that a long season can bring. But that’s another story for another time.
One day I was attempting to break down the different horror subgenres in such a way that I could equate them to some aspect of baseball. Why I was doing this, I may never know, but it kept me busy for an afternoon.
Basically, I see 4 types of horror (and when I say horror, I mean horror in books, movies, TV).
First base : Ghosts. From the terror of The Haunting to The Others, this is, for me, the creepiest category. When I wrote my ghost novel, Forest of Shadows, I made it to first with my eyes on stealing second.
Second Base : Demons/The Devil. Nothing like a good dose of the ultimate evil to get the heart pumping. This is where you’ll find The Exorcist, The Omen and The Dark Redemption series. My second book, Evil Eternal was my successful slide into second.
Third Base : Monsters. Here’s where you’ll find Frankenstein, vampires, werewolves, zombies, etc. My new novella, Swamp Monster Massacre, has me standing on third, eyeing home plate. The fact that it has Monster in the title was my free pass to hoof it to third.
Home Plate : Killers/Madmen. Now this is one that I’ve only explored in short fiction. Serial killers like Henry Lee Lucas, Norman Bates, and that crazy ass dude from American Psycho leave the plate red with blood. I know I have to live with these basket cases at some point so I can finally tap the plate with my cleat and head to the dugout.
Next time up, maybe I’ll swing for the grand slam, which will be a book that combines all four categories. I may need therapy after that one. Well, more than I already get.
Until then, I hope you enjoy my triple…I mean, novella, Swamp Monster Massacre. You want action? You got it. You want some angry Skunk Apes (just a smellier Bigfoot)? You got ‘em in spades. Take a trip to the Florida Everglades with small time criminal Rooster Murphy as he tries to hack his way out of the swamp with a band of kidnapped tourists.
Until then, I’ll get to work on heading home.
And if you think I missed a category or I’m just plain off my nut, let me know. I’m always happy to open up the playing field.
If you're looking for fresh new horror, check out Hunter Shea's books: Forest of Shadows, Evil Eternal, and Swamp Monster Massacre.