Phobophobias is on Sale Now!

Phobophobias - cover frontIt’s almost Halloween, which means one thing for us at Western Legends … Phobophobias from editor Dean M. Drinkel goes on sale this week. Phobophobias, the long-anticipated follow-up to the 2011 indie hit Phobophobia, comprises a killer line-up of 26 stories on fear by established masters of horror and new up-and-coming voices in the dark genres.

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Announcing Phobophobias for Halloween 2014

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Western Legends is proud to announce our latest horror anthology from editor Dean M. Drinkel: Phobophobias. The release date is set for October 31, 2014.

Twenty-six original stories by established masters of horror and talented new voices comprise this anthology of terror, mystery and suspense. Phobophobias continues the explorations of our darkest fears that started with the 2011 indie hit Phobophobia.

More details, and sales info when release, can be found on the Phobophobias page.


My Influences by Andy Taylor

A couple of weeks ago a friend and I were getting together for our weekly “What movies should we bash this week” meeting in which we bitch and moan about the movies we hate, sounds like an awful time I know, but we enjoy it. After our movie bitchfest we turned toward books and the fact that he had just finished reading my The Bestiarum Vocabulum (book 2 in the TRES LIBORUM PROHIBITORUM collection, yes this is self-promotion) W is for Werewolf and he asked me why my characters were always so “depressingly self-destructive.” I didn’t entirely understand what he meant, well maybe a little bit, but I wanted him clarify anyways so I asked him to do so to which he replied, “No matter if your story is a dark tale, one that’s just a fun and gory, or even one of your stories that’s comedic, the characters always seemed geared toward self-destruction regardless.” The fact is he was one hundred percent right, my characters are always self-destructive because of my writing influences. I write about need and that’s what influences me because of my life experiences, and my characters take their needs to such a level that it becomes immensely self-destructive to them.

Need is one of the few things shared by all of Earth’s creatures, humans have needs, animals and insects have needs, even plants have needs, everything needs something. It’s a trait that connects every living thing on the planet in one way or another. Whether it’s a need for sustenance shared by all, or a need for companionship shared by most, every living thing has certain needs, but it’s only in humanity that you find need warped to such a level that what’s considered a need is a need in a person’s mind alone. Many times those warped needs can come from a warped mindset (overblown desires for power or love) or even an addiction (alcohol and drugs) but either way those “needs” are unhealthy, self-destructive, and often damaging to our lives. It’s those kinds of “needs” that have become a major influence on my writing.

Let me give you a little bit of backstory on my life. I spent the first ten years of that life in a house where meth was a source of income. I watched it destroy the lives of people who “needed” something to get them through the day, who “needed” an escape from a life they found unappealing. It nearly destroyed the lives of my own family, too, before my parents decided they were done and were going to change their lives. That change included finding religion which they now “needed” to replace an older “need.” Was it healthier? Absolutely, but it left me with a twisted understanding of the difference between an actual need and a want that is so strongly desired that it becomes akin to a need. In my mind their newfound religion was only their need to add more to life replaced by something other than drugs. Understand, I don’t have anything against religion and have even come to acquire my own beliefs that I’m not going into here, it was just where I went at such a young age. It doesn’t have to be drugs or even anything at all negative that can twist needs though, sometimes it is a normal need that our minds twist and morph until that need is so strong that we make poor choices in order to attain it.

Myself, I’m a great example of that need gone wrong mentality. As I grew older, and grew to resent my parents reliance on religion to help fight off their old needs, I found myself falling into the same traps they had. I found myself lacking a sense of direction or purpose. I found myself lacking the strength to fight a battle against depression (a fight I wouldn’t take on for another 15 years) but most of all I found myself “needing” the approval of those around me, of “needing” their love and acceptance above all else. This led me to gravitate towards an easy fix, one my parents themselves had turned to, drugs and alcohol; it helped me push my depression to the side, it helped me not care about my lack of purpose, and most of all it helped me achieve the acceptance I “needed” so much. When I was high or drunk I was great at getting people to like me, of making them laugh, of making them grow attached to me and that would come to be a constant battle for me. By the time I was 16 I’d already dabbled in almost every drug imaginable but I found my favorite tool to be alcohol. Nothing made me feel as great as alcohol did and nothing made me more personable than alcohol. I could make friends left and right when I was drunk, I spent most of my high school years completely wasted, never once caring what I was doing to my life and it went on and on. There was nothing I enjoyed more than being drunk and eventually I came to “need” alcohol to go one. I got to a point in my life where I needed alcohol just to get through the day, to function at all, even to go to sleep. If I didn’t have alcohol I was barely recognizable as a human being but once I had that sweet amber liquid flowing down my throat I was good to go. Even when I started to destroy other people’s lives, people who cared deeply about how I was, I still didn’t grasp how warped my “need” was. That was until one fateful night that changed everything and finally started on a path towards getting my life together.

After a particularly bad night at a bar with an ex-girlfriend I decided I was done with everything and I tried to take my life. I chased a bottle of pills stolen from a roommate with a bottle of vodka hoping against hope to be done with my life. I’d grown tired of “needing” so much. I needed alcohol to get through my day, I needed other people’s approval to think I was an okay person, and worst of all, I needed the love of a female companion to feel as though I meant something. Everything I felt I needed had come back to weigh on me in such a way that it was destroying me. At that moment, that night, I just wanted an out and I took it. Fortunately, I am a lucky enough person to have people that truly care for me and one of them showed up to make sure I was okay only to find me unresponsive and lying on the floor. I was taken to the ER where I was saved thank God and had to talk with more than a few counselors who worried most about my abuse of alcohol. One eventually talked me into going to Alcoholics Anonymous where I would find a new need, the need for an excuse.

If AA helps one person that’s great and I would never want to take that away from someone but the thing I took away from AA was that nothing was my fault. My messed up childhood, my poor self-image, even my low self-esteem, all these things were responsible for my “need” to drink. Even my “need” for a lover, my codependence, was all because of these things. I began to believe their write off because again, I had a need, only now that need had morphed from the drink to an excuse, one AA was more than willing to give me. I fell into their trap for more than two years, always blaming others for my issues even though I knew damn well that those issues were my own fault, the result of my warped sense of need. Eventually I noticed something though, if so much of my problem was based on a horrible past than why did so many others with a horrible past do so well. I opened my eyes and finally took a cold, hard look at my own sense of need and realized that AA was just another hindrance to pushing forward. My warped sense of need was the problem, I was the problem. I would never better myself constantly making excuses, the only way forward was to realize how much I had abused need. Not just in my drinking, not just in my desire for love and companionship, not even in my overeating, but in my entire life. Until I could move forward and readjust my level of need nothing would be better. So that’s what I did, I changed my entire life and took a good look at what I considered need so that I could understand the difference between need and a want so strong it becomes need.

It wasn’t an easy change and to this day it’s something I’m still working on. I still find myself “needing” things I know I don’t really need. I still find myself struggling at times, wanting to revert to easier ways to deal with my problems, but I refuse to go back to being that person, of having my sense of need grow to the warped levels it existed at previously in my life.  I also refuse to change who I am or what I believe in to appease a group desperate to give away excuses or a companion I’m desperate to stay with. I have to constantly keep a close watch on what I think I need because many times I find need is far too strong of a word. I might have taken it to the extreme in my life, or shown how far need can go, but I’ve seen much lesser versions of that warped sense of need in others. Some similar to mine in the damage they can do such as the need of acceptance or companionship, some less so such as the need for money or intellectual agreement. Looking at what a person really needs and what a person simply wants is something I believe everyone can benefit from. I know my life has been improved from reevaluating my sense of need (though in my case not doing so may have very well have killed me).

I write about need because that’s what I know, and I’ve always heard write what you know, and because writing out my demons helps me stay focused. Each of my stories focuses on a need as with both of the stories I have been fortunate enough to publish with Western Legend Publishing, be a need for power in V is for Vicua or a need love in W is for Werewolf, all of my stories focus on need. It’s the one thing that influences my writing and even when I don’t know it, when I don’t think I’m writing anything at all about need, it still tends to be where my stories veer off into. Even a story I wrote for my own collection in The Drunk and the Dead about a zombie’s life from his point of view, a story that was humorous and full of sarcasm, still found itself heading into that territory with the zombie’s unending need for flesh, even as it destroyed his body. Hell, maybe that’s why I’ve always loved zombies, because of their own need that they don’t really need. Even as I write this, as I rally against need, I find that I now still need something more, I need to be read.


Island of the Dead

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Of all the cemeteries I visited to write Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel, the scariest was the cemetery island of San Michele in Venice.

The cemetery itself is a maze of interconnected gardens where the permanent graves are dug into the sod. These include a garden dedicated to the dead of World War II, a Russian Orthodox section, and a section for strangers and Protestants, among others.

The guidebook said to get a map from the sexton at the church, but when my husband Mason and I explored the mortuary chapel – with its corpse-door off the water through which the deceased could be handed up from a hearse boat – we had the place to ourselves. We left some coins for a copy of the postcard, but there wasn’t anyone to sell us a map.

If we’d had known any Italian – or experience had shown us that Italians might possibly speak any English – we might have knocked on the private doors along the hallway at the back of the church. Instead, we decided it was only an island; how easy could it be to get lost?

In our defense, those were our first hours in Venice, so we had no idea how foolish we were.

We knew there were other people on the island with us. They’d come over on the same waterbus, then marched purposefully up the ramp to the cemetery while Mason and I lingered to read the historical plaque. They’d vanished completely, as if swallowed.

We poked around, photographing everything that caught our eyes. For an island, the air inside the walled gardens was surprisingly dry. We drank all the water we’d brought with us. The light began to change as the afternoon got old. The shadows grew darker. We realized we didn’t know where we were. In fact, no one knew where we were, because we’d checked into our hotel, dropped our suitcases, and hurried off to the cemetery without saying a word to anyone. Neither of us had thought to ask when the last boat stopped by the island.

If we missed the last boat, we were looking at spending the night on the island: no water, no food, no jackets. These were the days before cellphones. We joked nervously about swimming across the lagoon.

As we headed toward where we thought we might find the mortuary church and the quay, we discovered the new section of the graveyard, where the modern Venetians were buried temporarily in rented mausoleum crypts.

Each tower of crypts had a mosaic panel at the end. One mosaic brought me up short. St. Lazare was rising from his grave at the sound of his master’s command: Lazarus, come forth.

Trapped on an island in the middle of the Venetian lagoon with a graveyard full of Catholics waiting to be called from their tombs by the Trump of Doom – that was a scenario I hadn’t imagined before. I flashed on the splinter being slowly jabbed through the woman’s eye in Fulci’s Zombi 2.

Mason and I renewed our rush toward the water and the boat back to the islands of the living.


13 Questions with John Palisano

Originally posted on Joan De La Haye:

Hello my Freaky Darlings,

JP-headshotToday on 13 Questions we have John Palisano, who I share space between the covers with in Tales from the Lake Vol 1 (out 30 May) and in Horror 101: The way Forward. Over two dozen of his short fiction pieces have been put out by an equally diverse range of places. NEEVES came out under Bad Moon, and DUST OF THE DEAD marks the beginning of several from Samhain. Sometimes he writes for Fangoria. John is easily found on Facebook and Twitter, so look him up.
1. What drives you to write?

It’s an exorcism for me to write. I have terrible nightmares that give me insomnia. They’re extremely vivid. I have a very overactive imagination. I’m always thinking something terrible is about to happen. Writing gets that out. Writing smooths the edges. Writing takes a lot of my head, and gets rid…

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Flexing the Power of Writers and Writing

by WLP Guest Author Robert W. Walker

For some occupations, most in fact, not knowin’ where you’re goin’ from the outset of a project is the kiss of death, or in other words a death knell. Organize, outline, plan, storyboard it…all necessary for many forms of writing as well, but a novel?  Not entirely true, no, and in fact even now, writing these words, I don’t where I’m going until I get there.

An old saying in writing puts it this way: “I don’t know what I think until I see what I say.” With at least 50 percent of us writers, and perhaps writers in general, I suspect that ‘we don’t know jack’ about what we think or where we’re heading on paper. At least not until we see what we say and arrive at our destination. Is this true for you and your writing? If so, nothing to be ashamed of; many a great story has been told by an author who had no idea how it would end until it ended!

Another thing about writers, as with any artistic types, there’s constant self-analysis and self-criticisms of our work; if reviewers only knew. They don’t have to tear us down; we do a fine job of doing that number on ourselves. Like many an actor, many writers fear someone will unmask them as frauds…as our brains so often tell us that we are just that—frauds! Somehow we have to quash that ugly screaming meme in our heads but it takes years of writing experience to kill it entirely, and for some even successful authors, the demon in the brain is never wholly conquered or killed. Learn to live with it or destroy it and become arrogant in the most positive sense in order to survive one’s own critic from within.

Another issue about writers is the notion that for money, even fast money without any hope of returns on that money, as in pay for hire, we will never say no. In general, I subscribe to the never say no to a writing job or an editing job or any job that pays you for putting words on paper, or helping someone else to do so as in ghost writing or editing jobs. But there are limits after all. The term pay for hire is a circumstance wherein an editor or publisher wishes to pay you a flat fee to write it and go away. You write it and turn your baby over to others; you write as a surrogate or ghost writer. Good up front money, but no percentage of the whole. Just know what you are getting yourself into before signing off.

Let us say one or two thousand for a writing job and you are never to darken their door again. You have no rights to the work. You were hired to write it for another. Yet it is to be a book on shelves in bookstores. It may or may not have your name on it. Most of the Idiot Books, those reference works like The Fool’s Guide to whatever are done as pay per hire. I say if you really need the money, go for it, but as a general rule, try to avoid such deals.

When you are hired to do a ghost writing job, it’s about take the money and don’t expect or pursue any additional funds. When you edit someone else’s work, it remains their work, not yours, and you should expect no more funds accruing to you unless you have worked out a contract that stipulates this down to the percentages. Else all you can expect—if that—is a mention in the acknowledgments.

Now getting down to when an editor gives you a green light on a spec manuscript: If you are given a go-ahead based on a spec script (speculation), the nature of the beast is no money changes hands until which time spec becomes contracted script. If you are lucky enough to have a correspondence or any sort of relationship with an editor, and you are talking about ideas with said editor, you don’t own ideas, and anyone can take up that idea and run with it, so you want to do your best to convince an editor that this idea is not only great but that you are the perfect person to write it. When an editor in a publishing house asks you if you can write such and such a book, then by all means, you do not know the word NO. I go by the rule: you never say no to an editor. Rule One. Besides, I LOVE a challenge.

Once way back in early 80s, I was turned down by an editor I had worked with on a previous couple of books. I was amazed at the rejection of this work. I believed in the story. So I got on the phone and got Jane, and I pushed her on giving me some real reasons as to why it was rejected, something other than the vague generalities in the letter. She said, “It’s too short; we’ve moved from doing 60 thousand words to 80 thousand, and we’re up to our eyeballs in mysteries. We are in need of horror.”

I shot back without hesitation, “Give me a contract and I’ll add a monster and 20,000 words!”

Jane said, over the phone, “Yes, okay, I’ll put the contract in the mail. Go to work!”

That agreement was the exception—getting a green light over the phone, but I have also had editors contact me to ask if I could run with an idea the house was kicking over for a series. After two or three sentences on the idea, I stop listening and say, “I can do it, sure!” My four-book Decoy Series came of that. My Instinct Series came about the opposite way—I proposed it as a series idea to an editor who fell in love with the concept. Same with my Ransom series.

Nowadays, however, I do not get rejected ever because I am my own independent publisher, and I have not once said NO to any of my own projects! Fancy that…a major perk of being an Indie Author publishing Kindle Original titles and reprints of out of print titles.

Now my last Kindle title which no editor would touch at 150,000 words, was Annie’s War – Love Amid the Ruins of the John Brown attack on Harpers Ferry in 1859. My traditional publishers wanted me to remain a crime novelist only, but I enjoy writing historical thrillers ripped from the pages of history books, so this means Kindle Original work. My Titanic 2012 and Bismarck 2013 were both in the neighborhood of 160,000 words, which next to no publisher would touch for the length alone, but each title is actually two-books entwined. Kindle publishing allows me to defy categorization or pigeon-holing. Thus far, I have 55 titles on Kindle. A little something for every taste. One of my other completed novels is Children of Salem – Love Amid the Witch Trials and again a title traditional publishers and agents would not touch.

In addition, Kindle has allowed me to bring about multiple resurrections of otherwise dead characters, that is out of print heroes and heroines, several of whom, I have revisited by creating Original to Kindle stories and novels. For a prolific author, these are exciting times. If one wishes to pursue Indie Authorship and Publishing visit www.kdp.amazon.com  and get started. Amazon has streamlined the process greatly since I began doing Indie Kindle titles in 2010. In four years, I have published 15 Original to Kindle titles.

Enjoy these times! They favor the author as never before as there are more avenues to publishing than ever. The marketing aspect then becomes the true challenge, and that challenge requires a great deal of effort and creativity and imagination. Marketing one’s Kindle titles, audio books on audible.com, and POD titles with CreateSpace requires time and energy as well. To go into any detail about that requires more space than I have here but feel free to ask me anything.

Robert WalkerRobert W. Walker – www.robertwalkerbooks.com

Also at Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Plaxo, LinkedIn, DL, MMA, and kdp community threads.

 

 

Robert’s story, “M is for Mara: Mythological Being of Nightmare,” appears in the Western Legends anthology The Bestiarum Vocabulum.

 


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