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The Journey II: Becoming a Juggler When You Can’t Juggle

Posted in fiction, horror, life, Uncategorized, writer with tags , , on May 15, 2013 by brentabell

Goals.  Everyone has them to some extent, but how many do we really reach?  I know I have a few for my writing and I’m trying to meet those goals everyday…or almost everyday.  A full novel?  Started.  A short story collection?  The pieces are being assembled now.  Novella?  Done that, but I’m working on another two right now.  You guys and gals out there reading this?  The fact I’ve been able to show you my work (and I hope you enjoyed it) is very humbling.  A few years ago, I started out with the goal of getting something, anything published and I met that goal many times over.

Is the writing the hardest part?  No sir, it is the juggling.

I’m not a very coordinated guy and it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve thrown those brightly colored balls in the air, I always seem to drop them.  For some reason, if given the choice to walk or chew gum, I couldn’t take both.  Life is like that as a writer.  You really want to have your cake and eat it too.  While it would be nice to make enough from writing to live off of, it is not the norm in genre writing.  If you get into this field to become filthy rich, you made a most unwise decision.

Did I choose it to be rich?  No, I started doing this to tell the stories churning deep within the dark recesses of my mind.  Have I made a lot of money?  No.  Have you made any money?  A little bit here and there, like Dollar Menu money.  Not full Value Meal cash, but a couple of dollar burgers to celebrate cash.

This is where this is going, if I can’t make a ton of green doing it, then why do it?  I love it.  What will I do for that love?  I work full-time, I write when I get home, and still try to be a visible member of our household.  That my friends can be a lot of balls getting tossed in the air all at once.  Do some hit the ground?  Of course they do, but I pick them right back up and put them in the air again.

If it is hard to juggle and the money isn’t there, why bother?  Well, I’ll be gentle about it.  Writing is a building process.  Stephen King didn’t start right of the gate with Carrie, he sold short stories to men’s magazines and any other place that would take them.  These are the building blocks that we build our foundation on.  When I get my foundation built, I want it to be solid enough where I can work part-time and be able to make up the difference with my words.

Am I a juggler?  Yes, and while I wouldn’t mind having fewer balls to keep track off, I’d be happy writing even if I had to remain as the juggler.

Goodnight…

My Writing Pet Peeve is…

Posted in fiction, horror, life, Uncategorized, writer, zombies with tags , , , , , on May 8, 2013 by brentabell

…Editing.

There I said it.  I don’t like editing.  I’d rather have someone shove bamboo under my fingernails than sit through and edit something I wrote.  Honestly, when you think about it, I don’t think I’d ever grow to gleefully take the red pen of death to my work.  While I don’t enjoy seeing my stories torn apart, I have had to learn the necessity of editing to make the story the best it can be and that was a really hard lesson.  The first few stories I had accepted for anthologies really only edited for some small grammar points and spelling.  The further down the writing road I get, I see the game change.  As I’ve moved on to more publications that are paying markets with more competition, I’ve seen the editing done to my work become more critical.  Do I dislike it?  No, because I understand it.  It has helped me really step up my game when I write and rewrite.

Editors are there for a reason, but they would like it if you did your share before you blast their slush pile with a story filled with ‘their’ instead of ‘there’ and so forth.  In the beginning, I thought the editor only wanted to turn my steaming pile into a different steaming pile.  Now that I’ve lived and learned, I know they are there for the benefit of me and the work to ensure the reader is given a good clean and more enjoyable read.

If you haven’t yet, go and hug an editor, send them a message of thanks, and thank them again by doing your part of the work before you set them to task.  It is not a job I want, but I thank those who are brave enough, or crazy enough, to do what they do.

That about sums it up, except… go and check out The Siren’s Call eZine #8 (The Men of Horror Issue).  Inside is my little love story, “Do Us Part”.  It is free to download here at their site.  While you’re there, take a look at their back issues and see what is happening with a really cool press to work with.

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Goodnight…

In “The Compound” With Robert Ford

Posted in fiction, horror, interview, prison, review, Uncategorized, writer, zombies with tags , , , , , on April 13, 2013 by brentabell

compound-smFrom the publisher:

Tartarus Federal Penitentiary is home to the worst violent criminals society has cultivated. It’s also a revolutionary modern-day fortress, powered by solar panels and built to be a self-sustaining environment, complete with dairy barns and green houses. It’s the perfect place to be when an experimental virus hits the American public, making the dead walk the Earth once again.

Two brothers become entwined in a deadly struggle for power among the crowd of prisoners that have overtaken the guards.

Divorced parents fight for survival, trying to find each other and keep their daughter safe from the growing number of zombies.

An old biker is a man on a mission, trying to fulfill a promise to his dead wife, apocalypse be damned. Both his will and his supply of ammunition will be tested.

As the survivors on the outside fight for their lives, their lines of fate converge, leading them through the crowds of zombies and forcing them into the hell of the prison to save one of their own.

Robert Ford has delivered a hit right out of the gate with his debut novel, The Compound.  From the beginning where a disillusioned General watches the world burn because of the Branch 14 virus, Ford takes the reader on a tightly woven tale that left me unable to put the book down until that final page.  As illustrated in the description above, the book follows the characters on their own paths as they find their way through a new and terrible world.  Without going into too much detail about the characters and their trials, each one reads like a person you know and can relate too.  A brother watching his sibling go crazy with power while inside a prison where the inmates rule, a father trying to find his ex-wife and daughter, and a man trying to keep a promise to his dead wife all grab you and stay with you long after you put the book down.

The book starts quickly with the Branch 14 virus getting loose and quickly spreading across the United States.  Once the virus is established, we are introduced to the main characters in short chapters placing them in the path of the newly risen dead.  Ford shifts the point-of-view around in short sweet chunks.  Each person gets time to grow and the chapter lengths aren’t long, but instead are small bite sized pieces that help to build the tension.  This is really used well when the action is focused on the prison as the action ramps up for its bloody conclusion.

Overall, the father trying to find his family during the zombie apocalypse has been done many times.  Robert Ford does take it and with his voice, makes it a new experience that doesn’t seem old and worn, but instead new and exciting.  The hardcover is sold out from the publisher, but it is available in eBook format (click here to purchase).  I highly recommend the book to anyone who loves zombie fiction or to anyone who wants to read a great book.

I am now pleased to welcome to the Arena for the “10 Questions”, Mr. Robert Ford…    bob

1.  Who is Robert Ford and how did he get here in his writing journey?

Oh wow. That is a long journey without a ring of power, I’ll tell you.
I grew up as an only child on a large farm in northern Maryland. My
parents worked a lot and my grandfather lived with us as long as I can
remember — he was the farmer on previously mentioned working farm —
and I was left to my own devices a lot. My mother kept buying me books
as a kid… I guess to occupy me and feed my imagination as well as so
she could get something done around the house. Little did she know…

I devoured books as a kid and rapidly worked my way up the ladder to
more adult fiction (a lot of which, my parents probably didn’t know I
read at the time), and one day I discovered a paperback of Stephen
King’s Carrie. That absolutely changed everything for me. I had
written short stories and poetry in school as far back as I could
remember and just kept on doing it. I was very lucky to have a string
of phenomenal English teachers that saw something in me back then and
kept urging me on.

Who am I? I am my own worst boogeyman.
I am a wearer of many hats… but to be honest, as much as I’d like to
answer this one, I’ve honestly got no clue who I am. You hear some
people say they’re really in touch with themselves and they “know” who
they are… I don’t know. Over the years I’ve started to think we’re
all fluid like quicksilver, forever changing and impossible to grasp
and maybe a little bit poisonous.

2.  The Compound takes place in a world where the undead walk and  
the inmates are running the prison. How did you research the prison  
life portrayed in the novel?

The prison in The Compound is a futuristic model, created with modern,
self-sustaining amenities to take the burden off of the American
taxpayer. To my knowledge, I don’t think a prison exists like this in
the real world, but I kept kicking around the what-ifs and arrived at
the design of Tartarus.

I looked over a lot of overhead views and layouts of penitentiaries
and prisons across the country, studying them for how secure they
might be, as well as how the hell I could break into one if I had to.
Like the old saying goes… if it’s built by man, it can be destroyed
by man.

For a while, I fell down a rabbit hole of research, reading a ton of
files and message boards and publications about… ehh… let’s say…
information that could be frowned on by the government. Thing is, I
HAD to read about this kind of thing. It’s the sort of information
that would come in handy during a zombie apocalypse. Homemade bombs,
survivalist booby-traps, weaponry, poor man’s silencers. The internet
is an absolutely scary wealth of knowledge.

3.  You are a very busy man between your writing and your Whutta (www.whutta.com 
) ad agency.  How the hell do you find time to write?

I gave up sleep about a decade ago.

It’s difficult, definitely not going to lie about that. My normal
process of research and pre-writing takes longer than a lot of other
writers I know, so it’s always been a struggle, but The Compound,
overall, was written pretty quickly for me. I hope I can continue this
trend.

4.  Samson and Denial was a fun romp through the streets of Philly  
with cults and severed mummy heads, but The Compound took a more  
serious tone dealing with the decay of society and the family.  Did  
the story always want to be a more brutal and serious novel or did  
it turn out that way organically?

Samson and Denial was completely character driven from page one and I
think Samson’s personality is truly what set the tone for that
novella. I knew it was going to be hard and fast-paced with some
twists the readers wouldn’t expect, but there would be undertones of
humor because Samson was the one narrating the story.

With The Compound, I had the opening scene from Chapter One in my head
for about six months before I knew what else happened afterward.
Without giving too much away to anyone who hasn’t read it yet, the
opening scene is supposed to be a light-hearted fun sort of moment
when all of a sudden, things start hitting the fan.

I think that’s what it would really be like if an apocalypse broke
out. I think most bad things that occur in our lives are like that.
You’re strolling along, sipping your Red Bull or playing Angry Birds
when all of a sudden, destiny throws you a curve ball and that happy
little secure pocket of safety you thought you had all along… well,
you realize that was all an illusion.

Death is always over our shoulder whether we want to admit it or not,
and in a communal life or death situation, I think we would see all
manner of breakdown in law and morality and a good portion of human
decency. There will be some who stand out, as there were a few in The
Compound that did — but whether they stand out for being good-hearted
or for utter brutality remains to be seen. I wanted to portray that
type of brutality the world would be like in a situation like that.

5.  What tops Robert Ford’s read pile right now?

This year, I have been scrambling so much I haven’t had time to read
nearly as much as I’d like to, but I have “White Picket Prisons” by
Kelli Owen, “Severance Package” by Duane Swierczynski, and a book
about Shamanism. Oh, and there’s also a tattered copy of Musashi’s The
Book of Five Rings, but that’s a gap-filler because I’ve read it so
many times.

6.  Seeing your first novel released must have been a huge high.   > What went through your mind when you came home and found a box on  > your porch from Thunderstorm books?

Paul Goblirsch is an absolutely amazing guy to work with. I really
can’t say enough about him. He was an absolute pleasure to work with
on Samson and Denial and when he invited me to pitch him some ideas on
a full length novel, I jumped at the opportunity. When I saw the
package on my doorstep, I had seen the cover art on-screen a long time
before that, but seeing and holding my first novel in my own hands…
yeah, that was a big deal. That Thunderstorm does such a beautiful job
on production and design is icing on the cake.

7.   While the characters in The Compound fought for their lives 
around Tartarus Penitentiary the Branch 14 virus was spreading.  Are 
there any plans to return to another area during the outbreak or  
have you said your piece on the subject?

Ahhhh Brent, this question made a smile appear on my face. Here’s the
thing — I had never really intended to write a zombie novel at all. My
fiction has always tended to be more about human monsters, with a
little twist thrown in for good measure. But the idea came to me and I
thought it would be fun and it took off. Along the development of The
Compound, the character Calvin popped into the story out of nowhere—I
hadn’t had an idea of him at all until the day I wrote him onto the
page—and he became one of my favorites.

There’s a lot of things I’ve got lined up first, but I definitely
can’t rule out revisiting this world. As things were wrapping up in
the final chapters, I kept wondering what Calvin’s motorcycle brothers
were doing elsewhere. I don’t know the answer to that question yet,
but if I ever find out, maybe you will too.

8.  What does Robert Ford have coming up for the readers to devour  
next?

I’m finishing a novel right now that’s out of the horror genre titled
No Lipstick in Avalon and it’s a huge departure and for a very
different audience than what I normally write. It was just one of
those ideas that came to mind and a character that wouldn’t shut up in
my head so I sat down one day to write a page or two in an effort to
quiet the thoughts down a bit on the matter. No dice. It only got
stronger and thirty thousand words later, here I am. There’ll be more
information released about that as I get closer to wrapping it up.

But next up in the horror genre, I’m working on a novella–Big Stakes
Jackie—that I had written some notes on and forgotten about. I came
across the notes a while back and laughed as I remembered just how
disgusting some of the things that take place really are. I had the
opening idea a long time ago and it never fully fleshed out until
recently.

After “Big Stakes Jackie, it’s a bit of a toss-up. I’ve got a lot of
notes and research for The Crimson Sisters, which is a novel-length
sequel to Samson and Denial. I won’t reveal a lot of what will happen,
as it’s taking some turns as I flesh it out, but I’ll tell you the
opening line:

“The fucking midget was on fire.”

9.  This is not a question.  Welcome to “Pimp Yourself”!  Right here  
you can lay out where the good people can find and follow you my 
friend.

Haha!  I’m available on Amazon at:

> http://www.amazon.com/Robert-Ford/e/B004TA252S/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

twitter
@bobford

> https://www.facebook.com/robertfordwriter

and the blog

> http://coronersreport.blogspot.com/

10.  There are a few writers who stop by here on their travels 
through the writing world.  What bit of Bob advice do you have for  
them tonight?

If you want to be a writer, then write. That novel/screenplay/short
story/novella isn’t exactly gonna write itself and if you really do
want to become a writer, you’ve got to heed the advice given to me by
so many others in the field: Ass in chair. Write. Repeat.

If not, you’ll end up being that person years from now telling someone
“Yeah, I had a great idea for a novel once.”

Don’t die with your music still in you.

Bonus Question:  Who wins in a drink-out?  Robert Ford or Ron 
Dickie?

Sweet mother of all that’s holy… I can hold my own against mortals,
but he’s CANADIAN for God’s sake! I think the only thing I could
outdrink Dickie in is probably tequila. Everything else he’s got me,
maple leaves down.  =)

I would to thank everyone for stopping by and a big thanks to Robert Ford for taking the time to stop by and chat!

Goodnight… (I know it’s day, but that’s the closing line regardless)

The Blog I Never Wanted to Write

Posted in Uncategorized on March 19, 2013 by brentabell

This morning I was greeted with a release date and a look at the cover art for the Hazardous Press anthology Horrific History I have a story in.  I should be thrilled, but instead I find myself quiet, subdued, and sad.  As a writer, I seek to find the darkness in our world and give it a voice.  I want to take the tragedies of the human experience and make them into a fearful journey into our souls.

I’ve been putting this post off for over a day, because to be quite frank, I never wanted to write anything like it.  I can give the people I create hardships and bring their lives crashing down on them, but when tragedy strikes close to home, it changes you.  You sit back and evaluate everything in your life you hold dear.  Once you finish, you realize every moment we have here is on borrowed time.  The universe owes us nothing and all we owe it in the end is our passing.

A parent should never have to bury their child.  As a parent myself, it is my job to make sure my children bury me.  Any other way isn’t right.  Seeing this happen to someone close to me is something I wouldn’t wish on anybody…ever.  Nothing can reverse or undo what has happened.  The only thing we can do for those in mourning is to give our support, our love, and give them the strength to carry on.  When I look at my sons, even though a part of me feels dead inside right now, I must carry on for them.  I must carry on for those around me who are grieving and need that shoulder to cry on I can provide.  I must carry on for myself, to fill the empty feeling that has crept into my soul over the past day.

Look around you and remember who you care about and who cares about you.  Tell them how you feel.  Tell them how much they mean to you.  When the chips are down and the universe has come to collect, don’t leave or let anyone else leave without them knowing how you feel because we never know when that moment will come for any of us.  In life there are some second chances, but in the end you never get another chance to let that one person know how much you love them.

I never said my peace to someone close to me and I’ve carried that scar with me for years.  Times like these rip that scab from my soul and I bleed out.  The pain rushes back into every fiber of my being and I feel dead inside again.  In time the wounds we accrue will scab back over and we will try not to forget the reason they are there.  I find myself needing the hurt and the pain to survive.  On occasion, I will pick the hardened clotted blood until I bleed again.  That blood?  I put it on the page for you and more and more I find more of myself in my work.

My blood is in every piece.

I will leave you now to find those you need to tell you love or care about.  I have more thinking to do and more prayers to say for a family left shattered in the wake of a death.  If anything, I want them to find some comfort and when they need it, my shoulder will be there to catch the tears they shed in sorrow.

Goodnight…

 

Heaven and Hell

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 10, 2013 by brentabell

I’ve been very busy as of late and the word around here has been very slow.  On the plus side, the first secret project has begun and the second is beginning in the next week or two.  The funk I found myself in the past few weeks that almost crippled my output seems to have lifted and the keyboard is firing on all cylinders again.  Some stories have gone out, some are being edited, some have come back from pre-readers, and the list to be written is pretty full.  So dear readers, the future is looking pretty busy in my dark world for the time being.

The past few days has brought the release (for Kindle) of Grinning Skull Press‘s debut anthology, From Beyond the Grave.  I feel very honored to be included in this book and the rest of the authors I share the TOC are great.  It includes such writers as Jay Wilburn, Jennifer Word, Adam Millard, and Nelson W. Pyles among others.  My story “Tears of Heaven” is the third tale in the collection and it is something a little different.

I played with a twisted notion of what happens to us after we die.  Do we go to Heaven, to Hell, or do we go someplace else?  If we could save someone we love from a terrible fate in the afterlife, would we?  What would that price be?  The story is a fun little trip into the beyond and I hope it makes people think and wonder about what we believe and what really happens when our eyes close for the final time.

The book is available for the Kindle now (here) and will soon be in paperback for those who like to hold a book in their hands and flip real pages.  I must go and work on a new story that has haunted my mind since October.  I hand wrote the first couple of thousand words while I was out-of-town this weekend and now it’s time to type the words up.  Also don’t forget to go and follow the mini-blog over on Tumblr.  There I will post little funny or weird bits from time to time.  I hear the stories screaming to be told, so I must bid you farewell.

Until next time,

Goodnight…

An Interview with Brent Abell

Posted in Uncategorized on March 1, 2013 by brentabell

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Today I have a special treat for you all. Brent Abell, the author of the fantastic novella In Memoriam has agreed to answer my questions and his publisher has placed the novella on sale for the occasion! I highly recommend that you pick up a copy, even if it’s just to see what all the fuss is about!

Welcome Brent, why don’t you take a moment and introduce yourself to the captive audience you now have before you.

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Couch Time with @BrentTAbell

Posted in Uncategorized on February 28, 2013 by brentabell

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Brent Abell is a Coffin Hop veteran, having appeared in both of them. While we both shamelessly promoted things around that time, it was he who had most reason to shill. In Memoriam, his debut novella, had dropped only weeks prior. As is customary for me, I'm pathetically tardy for the party. I read and reviewed the book (see below) and decided to have him stop by.

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Book Review: In Memoriam by Brent Abell

Posted in Uncategorized on February 14, 2013 by brentabell

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"It's coming.
It feeds on fear and driven by hate.
It's coming.
Andi Winters is about to find out the price for her choice is vengence.
It's here.
Caught in between the natural and supernatural, Andi Winters is about find out the price she must pay.

All decisions have consequences, some good and some bad. Andi Winters has made the biggest decision of her life and sets in motion a chain reaction putting everyone and everything she ever loved at risk.

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I'm glad people really get the book and enjoy what I did with it. Here is another review and if you haven't picked it up yet, why not?

Behind the “Blind Shadows” of James A. Moore and Charles R. Rutledge

Posted in evil, fiction, Halloween, haunting, horror, review, Uncategorized, writer with tags , , , , on February 6, 2013 by brentabell

moore_blindshadows-174x261In the past few years, I’ve been catching up on the horror authors who I missed.  Among them is James A. Moore.  His partner in crime for this tome is Charles R. Rutledge.  While I have read Moore and enjoy his work, I’m unfamiliar with Rutledge.  After reading their new collaboration Blind Shadows from Arcane Wisdom Press, I will be adding him to the read list.

From Amazon:

When private investigator Wade Griffin moved away from his hometown of Wellman, Georgia he didn’t think he would be back. Too many memories and too many bridges burned. But when an old friend is found brutally murdered and mutilated, nothing can keep Griffin from going home. Teamed with another childhood friend, Sheriff Carl Price, Griffin begins an investigation that will lead down darker paths than he could ever have imagined. Soon Griffin and Price find that there are secrets both dark and ancient lurking in the back woods of Crawford’s Hollow. As Halloween approaches, something evil is growing near the roots of the Georgia
mountains, and the keys to the mystery seem to be a woman of almost indescribable beauty and a dead man who won’t stay dead. As the body count mounts and the horrors pile up, Griffin and Price come to realize that the menace they face extends far beyond the boundaries of Wellman and that their opponents seem to hold all the cards. But the two lawmen have a few secrets of their own, and one way or another there will be hell to pay.

The novel throws you right in the action as Griffin arrives to the murder scene of a childhood friend back in the hometown he left years before.  This is where the novel works really well, it starts off quickly and builds like a crime novel, taking you by the hand and leading you through the backwoods in search of a killer who has a certain dramatic flare when they kill.  Wellman, Georgia has a problem with meth and the murder seems to stem from the local drug trade except the victim exhibits various cult-like symbols.  The ritualistic killings raise questions as to the motive and the killer’s identity.  A string of similar mutilated bodies begin to pile up linking the murders in the method and details taken at each crime scene.  The action builds as Griffin and Price race to figure out who is behind the killings while enlisting the aid of an old man versed in local lore, an old professor, and the local occult bookstore owner.  In the center of it all is the Blackbourne family who controls the local drug trade and maybe more than anyone else ever imagined because on Halloween night 1986, something tried to enter our world and failed.  Now as Halloween approaches, it is time to try again leading to a page turning climax that is very satisfying.

The book reads like a hard-boiled crime novel and shifts to a good horror novel.  Once the focus changes to the cult and supernatural elements, it takes you for a ride that grabs you and throws you around for a bit.  There are nods to the Lovecraft mythos, pulse pounding action, and some surprises are in store for those who are familiar with Moore’s work as you find out what is going on in the shadows.

Overall, when you can throw some murder, an undead hillbilly, and elder gods into a novel…you have my attention.  It is a bloody fun read and the book flew by quickly.  When it was over, I wanted to read more about the area and the local myths and legends that built the novel’s narrative.

Great book, highly recommended, and I give it 4.5 out of 5 tombstones.

In Memoriam by Brent Abell

Posted in Uncategorized on January 12, 2013 by brentabell

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I had no idea what to expect from In Memoriam because Brent Abell and I exchanged stories on a whim. What I received is a novella full of despair, death, gore and manifestations. Does Abell's debut novella etch itself into memory, or does it fade away like the ghosts of the past?

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The first review for "In Memoriam" is in and it looks pretty good.
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