Cataloging

I’m trying something new to me. For my A-Z Blog Challenge, I’m challenging myself to write a young adult story. No promises since work and life keep me pretty busy and I’m the slowest writer I know. Keep in mind this is a work in progress, a first draft, subject to many changes. I’m not looking for critiques, nor am I looking for praise. Read it if you want. Comment or don’t. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

Continued from previous post/chapter “Beginnings”

I nCever liked the notion that I was somehow special, someone more deserving than others to live. The summer of my eleventh year, I expressed this to my mentor as we cataloged artifacts brought to us by a Traveler.

“If the Author is able to control events, why not save all the baby girls? Why was I saved?” I struggled to keep the anger out of my voice, but I failed.

Brother Phinneas didn’t answer right away. Instead, he rubbed away the dirt that had settled on a broken piece of tile. His efforts uncovered a smooth, white surface etched with swirling lines of blue. The old man set it next to a small but growing pile of tiles of the same design.

Not sure that he heard me, I was about to repeat my question. But then he answered me with a question of his own. “What do you see when you look at this pile of broken tile pieces, Alistair?”

I followed his gaze to the rubble between us. “I see broken tiles that are similar to each other. They look like they were once part of something beautiful … maybe from one of the ruined towers in the south.”

“You have learned well. Indeed, these are from the south. The Traveler carried them all the way from the ruins of London.” Brother Phinneas picked up the small piece of tile he had cleaned moments before. “Suppose all he unearthed was this one small piece. Would we know what it was? That it was part of a larger design?”

I shook my head no.

He lay the tile on the table and placed another from the pile next to it. Then another. He continued to place the tiles until most of them were arranged next to the others. Then he said, “Come. Stand next to me and tell me what you see.”

I rose from my place across from him and stood by his side. Although there were gaps and missing parts, I saw that the delicate blue lines against the white had become the petals of a rose in full bloom. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“It is. If we were to evaluate just one small piece of the broken tile, we would miss the big picture. Oftentimes, Alistair, we are allowed to see only a small piece of the Author’s grand design. The piece on its own makes no sense to our limited view. But in the Author’s time, the full picture will be revealed and we will understand.”

I continued to stare at the wispy blue rose until I felt Brother Phinneas’s calloused hand on my own. His voice was softer than it had been and he sounded a bit sad, which was unusual for him. “I am just a man, dear girl. I don’t have all the answers and cannot see the reasons why things happen they way they do. I just know there is a larger plan though we don’t know what it is.”

I understood what Brother Phinneas said, but it didn’t take away the guilt I felt for being allowed to live when so many others had not. The anger within me grew and without saying so to my mentor, who I was sure would not approve, I longed to make the Hadithites pay for what they had done and were continuing to do to my people.

Beginnings

I’m trying something new to me. For my A-Z Blog Challenge, I’m challenging myself to write a young adult story. No promises since work and life keep me pretty busy and I’m the slowest writer I know. Keep in mind this is a work in progress, a first draft, subject to many changes. I’m not looking for critiques, nor am I looking for praise. Read it if you want. Comment or don’t. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

Continued from previous post/chapter “Allistair”

BI mentioned that the Brothers found me at the edge of an apple orchard. Whoever left me there must have cared about me, for I was wrapped warmly and placed in a location where the Brothers visited daily. There was nobody nearby when the Brothers found me, no indication of who I was or where I came from.

Brother Phinneas said there was never any question that they would take me in and raise me in the Brotherhood. The recently widowed sister of one of the Brothers moved into the caves with her young children to nurse me and take care of me until I was old enough to start my apprenticeship at the age of five.

The fact that I was a girl was known to only a few of the Brothers. With my name and my shaved head, nobody had reason to think I was anything but a boy. I dressed like the boys who had been taken in as apprentices. I learned to read and write like the boys of the Brotherhood. And I played with them as an equal during our free time.

Even I didn’t know I was different until I began my apprenticeship with Brother Phinneas. He and the Council decided it was time I knew how I came to them and why I must keep my gender a secret. Nobody could find out, lest word got to the villages that a girl child had survived the Purge. The king would offer a large sum of money to anyone who led his warriors to a girl born of a slave.

Late at night, when I lay awake looking into the darkness of my tiny room, I wondered who my parents were. Did they know I lived? Were they still alive? Was it my grieving mother who left me to be found by the Brothers?  Or maybe a midwife whose conscience wouldn’t allow her to follow the king’s orders?

Brother Phinneas told me not to wonder about such things too often. He claimed that no matter who wrapped me up and left me in the orchard, it was the will of the Author of the Book of Life that I be spared.

 

 

 

 

Alistair

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I’m trying something new to me. For my A-Z Blog Challenge, I’m challenging myself to write a young adult story. No promises since work and life keep me pretty busy and I’m the slowest writer I know. Keep in mind this is a work in progress, a first draft, subject to many changes. I’m not looking for critiques, nor am I looking for praise. Read it if you want. Comment or don’t. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

Alistair.

That is the name the Brothers gave me when they found me wrapped in lambswool and lying in an old woven-grass basket in the ancient apple orchard at the edge of the forest. Brother Phinneas said it was a name of strength and good character. Defender of men, young Alistair. A fine name for a boy.

I’m a girl.

I am one of the few girls left since the purge placed upon my people. The Purge. The cleansing of all females born to slaves during the rule of King Fendrel. According to the Brothers, he wasn’t the first king to order the murder of an entire generation of baby boys or girls based on a prophecy.

With almost two hundred years’ history as slaves, my people had been waiting a long time for their deliverer—a woman, barely out of childhood, who was to come from the North. She was to free her people and rid the land of the Hadithites. I  often wondered if the prophecy was true. Why hadn’t she come yet? How long must my people suffer?

My people. Who are my people? In truth, I didn’t feel like a part of any people. I was raised with the Brothers and they were the only people I felt connected to. We share the same ancestors, though they are descendants of the Cumbrian Tribe.

The Brothers are the keepers of events—both past and yet to come. With lives dedicated to recording history and foretelling the future, they are among the few in the land who can read and write. And these skills had been taught to their young apprentices since the first fall of civilization.

Feared by the Hadithites because of their ability to bring curses and plagues upon the land, the Brotherhood had been left to their own devices. I never saw any of the Brothers cast out curses or plagues, and when I asked Brother Phinneas about it, his answer was almost as baffling as the idea itself.

“Knowledge, my dear Alistair. Knowledge is magic to the ignorant and power over the weak.” He chuckled quietly as he rolled the parchment he had been working on.

I sealed the writing dye and gave that some thought. “If the Brothers have power through their knowledge, why don’t they take care of the Hadithites themselves instead of waiting for a Northland woman to do it?”

Brother Phinneas was used my questions and never grew angry at what some of the other Brothers called impertinence. “Because it’s been written that a girl will lead the way. We cannot force the hand of the Author of Life. That tactic always ends in catastrophe. History is proof of that.”

“But how do you know the prophecies are true, Brother Phinneas?” I had asked this question before and knew what his answer would be, but I asked again, hoping this time the answer would work some magic and convince me.

The old man rubbed his shaved head, as he was in the habit of doing before saying something he was passionate about. “History, child. The prophecies have always come to pass; why would I doubt those that have yet to be fulfilled?”

I wished I had his faith.

Copyright 2016, Sara A. Jones/ES Oakes

Interview with a Zombie

51aVfDU7BlL._SX311_BO1,204,203,200_Okay, so he’s not really a zombie, but he did get cast as a zombie for a yet-to-be-released film. He’s also a new writer, whose first book is one all readers of zombie fiction will enjoy. Even those who don’t read zombie fiction might enjoy this story, as it is about more than flesh-eating creatures. Read on to meet P. Mark DeBryan and to learn more about Family Reunion.

First of all, thanks for taking time from your busy schedule to answer my questions.
You are quite welcome, Sara.

Please tell a little about your book, Family Reunion.
Well, the book began its life as a short story. It was created for John O’Brien and published in his book Untold Stories, which was a companion book to his series A NEW WORLD. He then allowed me to extend the story to a full length novel. It begins with our main character, Ryan, stuck on a ferry boat in the Puget Sound when the zombie apocalypse starts. In all honesty, they are not zombies, as they aren’t undead, but they prey on the living as a food source so they get lumped into the zombie genre. The book follows the entire Brant family as they are headed to a long overdue family reunion. Each group is coming from a different location in the USA and their goal is to survive and see if they can’t locate the others in the family. Some are driving, some are flying, and one is even in a luxury motor-coach.

How did you get into writing? Who are your inspirations?
As stated above, it was a contest of sorts; John O’Brien asked his fans to write short story based in his world. As far as inspirations? I would have to say Stephen King introduced me to the post-apocalypse genre, but John O was the one that got me going.

How is Family Reunion different than other zombie stories?
It is about family and the strength the characters get from each other to go on. The hope of reuniting and the different ways the crisis affects each member of the family. They are not trained soldiers, and most are just average people facing a completely devastating situation.

Can you give your readers a little glimpse into what Ryan and his gang of survivors will face in the next book?
Hmm … that would be cheating, but just between you and me, Sara? Ryan sets out with Maddie and Harry and a few others to go look for the ones they left behind at home. They travel in the Marathon Coach, which is a luxury RV with many prepper amenities. The story will follow them and also keep the reader abreast of what is happening back on Whidbey Island and those that stayed on there to begin clearing the place for use as a new freak-free sanctuary. Look for some major twists right off the bat; it should get interesting very quickly.

I know your family has been very supportive of your writing. I also know many of the characters are based on real-life family members. What do they think of being used as zombie-story material?
Some are mad at me for killing them off in the first story, more are mad that I killed their wives, daughters, husbands and such. Minor spoiler coming … my best friend in real life was the first to die. I did it in self- defense. I mean, who in the family can complain when I took out my best friend first, right? When I say they are mad at me, it is an exaggeration. They all are thrilled to be immortalized in the story, or so I tell myself.

Have you ever been a zombie?
As a matter of fact, yes. I just got home from the set of a new movie called My Uncle John is a Zombie. It was written and co-directed by John Russo, who co-wrote the original The Night of the Living Dead. I am a zombie in the movie, and it was a blast to be involved in the film. Several actors from the original movie are also in this one, with many new faces too. Gary Lee Vincent, who plays Oscar in the movie has become a close friend and was instrumental in getting me cast as an extra. My wife, Jonie, is in it also. We had so much fun that we may decide to run off to Hollywood together soon.

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Zombified Zombie Author

The movie is a Zom-Comedy, where John Russo’s character from The Night of the Living Dead escapes alive—or I should say not killed again from the sheriff’s wrath in the original—and is rescued by his niece and hid in her basement. She protects him and teaches him to be more selective in who he eats and the whole movie goes insane when he becomes a modern day celebrity.

I am seen wandering while chewing on an unidentified bit of intestine, and then again when I attack another character and end his career. (I will include a picture of me as the “Dude Zombie” for your pleasure.) If you would like to help the movie get distributed, you can help by donating at http://www.MyUncleJohnisaZombie.com, as it is an independent film just like us independent authors.

In a real-life zombie apocalypse, how long do you think you’d survive? Do you have a plan?
I have a plan, but I need more slow people to join me, as that is my plan. I don’t really think I would last long, as I have been told I am a sweet guy, and what zombie could resist that?

If you could see one non-zombie TV series get thrown into a zompoc scenario, which would you choose and why?
Hmm, let me think. Oh, I know. Survivor! Could you imagine the hilarity that would ensue as the zombies chase the cute blond girl down the beach, or a horde shows up to the immunity challenge. Oh yeah, that would be good TV there. The tribe has spoken/groaned, it’s time for you to go!

List five things about yourself that your readers probably don’t know.
– I went to seminary for two years to become a Baptist Preacher.
– I had a crepe restaurant when I was seventeen called DeBo’s Place.
– My nickname throughout my Coast Guard career was Breezly.
– The Pirate Parrot was a friend of mine.
– I was an honorary member of Jeff Gordon’s pit crew at his last race in NASCAR … Don’t tell Jeff, somebody might get fired!

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Jeff Gordon’s honorary pit crew member.

Visit Mark’s website. He’s got a fun blog going there. Author P. Mark DeBryan

Name Change

So, I changed the name of my blog. I got tired of the old one, so to add a little excitement to my life, I spent the better part of a day thinking of the perfect name.

Good bye “Whims & Wanderings.” You’ve been replaced.

Why “Life Within the Words”?

Words are a big part of my life, especially written words. I am surrounded by them. Mostly I read them; sometimes I write them. I’m paid to evaluate them. I love words.

I also have a life. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister.

The new name represents what this blog is about. I write words about people who write words. I write words of my own. I write about the words I write. But filling the spaces between the words in my world is my world—my life. I use this blog to write about my life.

I began this blog years ago. I think it was originally called “Life in Bits & Pieces.” I liked that one, but it sort of made me think of a life that had been shattered. Mine’s fine. Thank God, my life is not broken. It was about my life and all the parts of it.

Then it was called something else. Must have been boring because I don’t remember what. I don’t think I wrote much during that time. ((yawn))

I changed it to “Whims & Wanderings” because I figured I’d use it to write about whatever I wanted, unbound by a theme. It was a decent name, but like I said above, I got tired of it.

“Life Within the Words” better suits what this blog has evolved into. It’s a stopping ground for all my blog posts. When I write a post on my author blog, it will end up here. My editing blog posts will be copied here as well. Posts about my real life—where my family, my faith, and my musings reside—will continue to be posted here.

Life … within the words.

My husband suggested the name “The Junk Drawer” since everything ends up here. I like that one, but … junk … maybe not.

Anyway, if you’ve read this far, thanks! I hope you visit again.

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Yep. I made this.

 

 

Author Interview: M.C. Allen

Last we51YS-anwh-L._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_ek’s interview was with author William Allen. It’s not a coincidence that this week’s author has the same last name. That’s because they are brothers. I’ve had the honor and pleasure of working with both of these men, and all I can say is their parents must have done something right.

They don’t know this, but for a while, I suspected William and M.C. were the same person (sort of like Latoya and Michael). They’re both witness-protection-program private and don’t have profile pictures. Plus, I’ve never seen the two of them in the same place at the same time. But now that I’ve gotten to know them a tiny bit, I do believe they are separate people.

I wanted to feature M.C. this week because he just published his first book. Not a short story, not a novella, but a full-fledged, full-length novel. His book takes place in the Walking in the Rain world. If you haven’t read William Allen’s Walking in the Rain series, you should because his books are great. But it’s not necessary to read them in order to enjoy M.C. Allen’s Firestorm. The characters are different and it reads like its own, unique story.

And now, read on to find out more about M.C. Allen.

Please tell a little about yourself.
I’m a full-time classroom teacher. Firestorm represents my first foray into writing fiction. I have a teaching degree in English and Biology from a small university in East Texas. William Allen is my older brother, and except for my wife, he probably knows me the best.

What is Walking in the Rain: Firestorm about?
Firestorm takes place at the same time as William Allen’s book Dark Sky Thunder. The characters in my story are trying to find a safe haven, and along the way they find some friends. They also run into some people who need a good killing. Firestorm is a little darker that the rest of the series.

What went through your mind when you finished your first book and finally hit that publish button?
Oh crap? What have you done? I panicked. I literally panicked that I had done something wrong. I understand the self-doubt that real artists go through with their work. I feel like a fraud putting my work out there next to all of the other great authors.

What did you learn in the process of writing Firestorm?
To me, the writing of the story was the easy part. Once I completed my first chapter, the rest of the novel wrote itself. My dad once said that parts of his book took on a life of its own.

Where do you see yourself in ten years?
I’m going to still be in education, but probably not in the junior high level. In the next two years I plan to complete my second Masters, or possibly go for my Doctorate in education. I definitely do not want to be a principal! No amount of money can compensate me for that kind of pain.

Do you like piña coladas?
I like just about anything with alcohol!

Of all your characters, who are most like? Is there a character you’d like to be more like?
I’m a lot like my character David. Slightly insane? Yep. Prone to irrational rage? Check. I would like to be more like Joseph. He has an even disposition and he tries to be rational.

Have you ever eaten grubs? If so, how did you like them? If not, go eat some and get back to me.
We grew up poor on a farm, but not that poor. I have sampled dried dog food and cattle feed at one time.

How do you find time to write? What is the best time of day for you when it comes to writing? What is the worst time of day?
I try to write at night before bed and on the weekends. I can’t write in the morning at all. My brain is too fuzzy before noon, and coffee only makes me jittery. I did write most of Chapter One of Firestorm at one of those meetings that are mandatory for teachers but unpaid.

You obviously have a good relationship with your brother, William. Did you always get along with each other? What is your favorite memory with your brother and/or family?
We used to fight like a pair of junkyard dogs. We are only 18 months apart in age, so I was the annoying little brother throughout grade school. My favorite memory was when my younger brother Chris got back from his tour with the Marines in Iraq. We had a blowout party, but the memory of all of us boys with our dad in a picture reminds me of that happy day.

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Yes, I like catnip too, but it makes my heart race.

Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what? If you don’t listen to music when you write, when do you listen to music and what kind do you like?
I don’t listen to music when I write. I try to keep the distractions down when I’m working. I do like classic rock and a little country, but not the new crap. I’m not a prude though. I’ll jam out to pop on my way to work just to get the synapses firing.

How ready are you for a worldwide, apocalyptic SHTF (sh*t hits the fan) scenario? What do you think is most likely to happen to cause TEOTWAWKI (the end of the world as we know it)? An EMP; economic collapse; zombies; war, alien invasion, epidemic … or is there something else that maybe you know about that the rest of us don’t?
In a SHTF situation, I’ll be good for about six months. I think we will eventually slide into an economic collapse. This house of cards cannot be supported at the current rate of consumption. Eighteen trillion in debt? What happens when that bill is due? If we write that off, the world economy would go into a tailspin. Look at the austerity movement in Greece. That didn’t fix anything but make people more angry and resentful of their elected leaders. An EMP might actually be a godsend. Zap! All electronic debt could be wiped out in a split second.

Do you think people are inherently good or inherently evil?
People are people. They will jump good or bad based on how they were raised. I see it in my classrooms daily. A child will respond to someone in a positive way if they were raised correctly.

Do you have any scars? How did you get them?
My left thumb has a dime-sized scar from my experience with high voltage and a floor buffer in Germany. That is my most obvious scar. The farm left me with all sorts of interesting stories. Barbed wire fences gave me some good ones.

Of the following 1970s TV shows, which would you prefer to be in when society collapses, and why? A) Welcome Back Kotter; B) The Jeffersons; C) Gilligan’s Island; or D) Starsky and Hutch
I’ll take the island. At least there are coconuts! I’m taking Gilligan out day one though. The Skipper will be held in reserve for when the food runs out.

Let’s say you only have a roll of Duct Tape, a few Sporks, and can of Silly String. What kind of weapon could you create out of them to fight off zombies and/or bad guys during an apocalypse?
Without anything else? I can see using the duct tape to make some sort of fighting gloves with the sporks used for sharp pointy things. The Silly String doesn’t have much use except for the metal can. If I can bend it enough, I can make a sharp edge for creating a makeshift shank.

What’s next for you in terms of writing? Will there be a sequel to Firestorm?
I’m trying my hand at young adult fiction right now. I don’t have a projected completion time for it, but I feel that Christmas time is doable. I want to tell the story of David trying to hold his neighborhood right after the pulse. This is where he starts to lose it and “go hunting.”

What are your superpowers and/or secret talents?
I can’t tie a cherry stem into a knot, but I do know how to write lesson plans like a fiend. Ooh, I just remembered something! I know the secret to making Sonic’s onion rings. I worked as a cook and assistant manager where I discovered the inner workings of a fast food establishment. I do know my way around a reloading bench, so I make my own ammunition.

Where can readers find your book?
Firestorm: Walking in the Rain Book 5 is available from Amazon.com as an ebook. I anticipate having the hard copies ready by December.

Author Interview: William Allen

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One of my favorite things about providing editing services to independent authors is getting to know them better during the process. The indie author community is filled with amazing people, so I thought it would be fun to highlight an author every one or two weeks so we can get to know them better. I’m kicking the series off with William Allen. I was a fan of his before I edited the fourth book in his Walking in the Rain series. I also had the honor of working with him on the Bite-Sized Offerings anthology. He’s a talented writer and a good guy. So, read on and get to know a little about William Allen.

Please tell a little about yourself.
     First, I am nothing like any of the characters in my stories.  I’m a  thoroughly house-broken suburban dweller who is a long way from his country roots.  I readily admit in the event of most SHTF events, I have the life expectancy of a Snickers bar at fat camp.  I don’t live in a cave in the woods, though some days I wish that was an option.  I have some skills when it comes to hunting, fishing and camping. Even though I have no actual mechanical skills, I’ve also always been fascinated by how things work.  

How did you come up with the idea for your Walking in the Rain series? What else can you tell us about it?
     The idea for this story came to me one day when I was sitting at O’Hare Airport in Chicago.  I was waiting for a flight that was eventually cancelled, and I was thinking dark thoughts.  Then I realized, “Hey, at least the lights didn’t go out.  And maybe my flight will show up tomorrow.  I’ve got it so easy in some ways.”
Since home is Texas, I got to thinking about what I would do in the event of an EMP event.  The sad truth is, I figured out I’d probably be dead inside a week.  Then I got to wondering about if the traveler was someone younger, fitter, and more creative, would they be able to make it home?  Still probably not, but it would make for a more entertaining story than chronicling the downfall of my out-of-shape butt.

     This was supposed to be a three and out series, if that, but as I wrote I kept getting more ideas for the characters.  Plus, I really hate a “journey” story where the tale ends on the completion of the journey.  I guess I could have ended the series with the conclusion of Book Three but I still had a lot more left in the tank.  I was especially curious to find out how Luke’s family was going to react to his return, and the changes he underwent on the road.  As I was rereading Dark Sky Thunder I realized I may have given a poor impression of his mother so I’ll need to figure out a way to make it up to her later.  Yes, I realize I am referring to fictional characters as real, live folks but to me that is the best way to deal with complex and evolving characters.  No, I don’t need to see a doctor for my delusions, thank you very much.        

What else have you written? 
     I addition to the four WITR novels, I’ve published a couple of short stories, and the one I am most proud of is “Ware, Goblins.”  This is a very short story I wrote for Bite Sized Offerings and I have loved seeing the feedback on this one.  I also enjoyed writing my first published zombie story, “Hunger Driven” since it allowed me to add a little humor to the genre.  Dark, sad humor, but still funny to me.

Have you always been good at writing? When did you discover that you like to write? 
I only consider myself a so-so writer.  There are plenty of better writers out there, but I like to think I bring a certain break-neck spirit to the table.  I like to move the narrative along at a quick, stripped-down pace and the last thing I ever want to hear is a reader telling me how they had to skim through parts of my book.    

     As for how long I’ve enjoyed writing, I’ve been scribbling stuff in notebooks since I was about eight years old.  Like most people, I never dreamed of actually publishing anything.  My father always enjoyed reading my writing and he was my biggest cheerleader, but sadly he didn’t live to see me publish my first story.

How do you find/make time to write? 
     With a full-time day job that often demands big chunks of my nights and weekends, I have learned to make use of available time whenever I can.  If I have an hour sitting at the airport, then I use that time to write chapters longhand. If I have two hours at night between ten pm and midnight, then I use that time to either write new stuff or transcribe what I have written previously in longhand.  My best writing time is at night on the weekends when I am home.

Do you have any specific/unique writing habits?
     I wish I had a cool story about how I write listening to Mozart or Avenged Sevenfold or something like that but sorry, no go.  Get me in front of a laptop and give me a little quiet and I’m ready to go.  I don’t require silence to concentrate, but I do tend to block everything else out when I am writing.  Plus, coffee is a definite plus.     

Where/when/how do you come up with your best ideas? 
     I get ideas for stories all the time.  I tend to keep a notepad handy to jot things down as they occur to me.  Some ideas get a follow up and others just get filed away.  The best ideas usually come to me like pieces of a puzzle that I have to assemble in my head.

How do you choose names for your characters? Do you pick them randomly, or do they have some sort of meaning to you?
     I usually just make up character names but I have started recently using first or last names of people I know to fill out some supporting character roles.  These are usually beta readers and I use their names with permission, which they get a kick out of it when the stories come to them.     

Do you read your reviews? If so, do you ever respond to them? Advice for new authors regarding how to deal with negative reviews? 
     I do read reviews.  My advice it don’t do it unless you have a thick skin.  Five star reviews are easy and fill you with pride at a job well-done, of course, but those one star hatchet jobs can really irk you if you let it.  I’ve only responded one time to a negative review, commenting on the inaccuracies in his well-laid out but incorrect bashing of me as a person.  As I indicated, I think I have a pretty high tolerance for criticism and I will sometimes find myself agreeing with the complaint.  My writing is not for everyone and I am the first to admit this.  Calling me a racist and a misogynist really isn’t accomplishing anything constructive.
      For a new writer, this kind of vitriolic attack can certainly damage your confidence.  For me, I made note of the complaint and checked to see if anyone else felt the same.  After about three hundred more reviews came in for that book without a repeat, I decided the reviewer was just full of crap.
      Another example was one I just received for Dark Sky Thunder.  I’ve received about fifty four or five star reviews and a single two star review.  The reviewer there complained about how slow the book started (something I readily admit given the events in the previous three books) and then went on to rip the story for being disjointed and lacking in focus.  That part really threw me off, as I had worked hard to “script” this story (or heavily outlined, if you will) before even attempting a final draft.
      After some thought, I decided the reviewer just really enjoyed the travel aspects of the first three books and was disappointed I didn’t immediately send Luke and company off on a wild goose chase.  Sorry, but after all he has been through, Luke will be sticking close to home for the immediate future.  In fact, that thought was the reason I had to remove the “Going for the Horse Doc” chapters from the main story and spin them off into a short story for later.    

What is your best marketing tip? 
     As an independent author and publisher, my best marketing tip is to put yourself out there.  I don’t mean become obnoxious in your self-promotion, but be willing to answer reader questions and respond promptly.  For some of you, it might mean becoming active on Facebook.  For others, it is setting up your own webpage.  I am not that tech savvy and even though several people have offered to set up one for me, I do better with e-mails.  For example, if you e-mail me with questions or comments at walkingintherain6@gmail.com, I will respond.  Every time.  Trust me, people appreciate that level of interaction, and they will tell their friends.  At my level, word of mouth is the best advertising I can do. 

     I also get asked how I manage to get so many reviews written for my books.  The answer there is also simple—I politely ask readers to do leave a review, and then I explain how this helps me write more books.        

What secret talents do you have?
     I have the ability to blend into almost any crowd.  Yes, not easy for me at six feet five inches tall and two hundred fifty-five pounds (give or take), but I can easily adapt to a new environment in just a few minutes.  In the Deep South, my accent comes on heavy, with a distinct Texas drawl, while in the Midwest I’ve often been asked where I come from, since they can’t hear it in my voice.  I don’t do a Northeastern accent, but they often think I am from Chicago or Wisconsin.  I am stealthy in my own way.   

If you had a superpower, what would it be? 
     If I could pick, I would want to be able to control time.  That would be cool.  Plus, it would pretty much make me, and anyone else I chose, essentially immortal. 

Ever been in a bar fight? 
     Yes.  I am waiting for the statute of limitations to expire on that one, so the less said the better.  But I do have job experience along those lines that I can discuss.
      For a while when I was in college, I worked security at a beer store, so I got to fight the drunks almost every night when they were kicked out of the bar next door.  By the way, fighting drunks is like fighting zombies- they are uncoordinated but also don’t seem to feel pain.
      One night I saw a guy come in about 2am, barefoot and shirtless in the middle of winter.  The shirtless part made it obvious someone had stuck a rather large knife in his belly and left it there.  By the time the ambulance showed up with the paramedics, he didn’t want to leave because he was at Level Six on Miss Pacman.  Like I said, after a certain point, drunks don’t feel pain.  Either that, or he was a high functioning zombie. Either way, you can guess who ended up having to squeegee the blood off that game.  

Where is one place you’d like to visit that you’ve never been to before?
     New Zealand/Australia. I lump them together simply because if I get close enough to visit one, I am definitely visiting the other as well.  I’d love to pop in and visit with some of my favorite authors Down Under.       

Worldwide, apocalyptic EMPs… fiction or a reality? 
     Reality. The question is one of timing.  I groan every time I read an article about some billion dollar infrastructure project where the federal government fails to even consider spending a few million dollars of taxpayer money on something actually useful, like hardening the system.  Oh, no, we can’t do that.  The only rationale I can find is that some politicians think it sends the wrong message.
      
Sort of like the reason we did away with Civil Defense in this country.  We did not want to make the Soviet Union worry we were planning a first strike, so we left the country’s civilian population wide open for attack.  The problem here is we could face either an enemy like ISIS or Iran, who could care less about the status of noncombatants, or Mother Nature, who has been at war with mankind since Day One, and she doesn’t take prisoners.    

Who do you think would last the longest in the zombie apocalypse: Bill Cosby, Martha Stewart, or Gene Simmons?
     Gene Simmons.  A year ago I would have said Bill Cosby, but he has managed to tick off a large percentage of the female population in this country.  I doubt he would be welcomed into any survivor community unless it was a group of degenerates looking for his magic drug cocktail secrets.  Martha didn’t do her time the right type of facility to learn much in the way of street smart survival skills.  I don’t watch his reality TV show, but I understand Mr. Simmons stays in pretty good shape for his age.  Heck, for that matter I’d pick Richard Simmons over the Coz or Martha.

What food/beverages would you miss the most if the SHTF?
     Coffee.  I’m the kind of person who would hold up in a Dunkin’ Donuts for the coffee alone.  Forget Starbucks.  Most of their flavors are too bitter for my delicate palate. 

Advice for new and/or aspiring authors? 
     Write.  A lot.  Sit down, put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) and create something.  Do that once, twice, three times.  Then take that third manuscript and show it to someone in the business for a critique.  Up to you but I wouldn’t go to an English teacher or a creative writing professor.  For my first critique, I picked a few authors for whom I was beta reading.  To my eternal gratitude, they offered me some excellent tips on how I could do a better job with my writing.
      
Do not take offense, do not whine, and do thank them for their advice.  Be polite, and remember them when you do get published and thank them for taking the time to help out a fellow writer.  Then be willing to pass it on to other beginning writers who come to you for help.  And that ends the lecture.           

What are you working on now? Any new writing projects in the works? 
     I am currently working on A Feast for Crows, which is a direct sequel to the short story “Hunger Driven” that I wrote earlier this year.  I just enjoy writing books about people with “problems” and Brad McCoy has a lot of them.  He is moody, and cranky, and has a problem with authority, but he also has a really funny relationship with his boss.  This book will let me expand the world view a bit and add some more depth to the story, as well as hopefully entertaining the zombie masses.
After that, I have already started outlining the next Rain book, which will be a revisit of sorts as I go back and catch up with our friends at the Keller farm.  Even as I was writing Book Two, I was trying to figure out why the character of Scott Keller seemed to be so intriguing to me.  He never said much and he wasn’t a leader, but his skills in the woods and his easygoing demeanor seemed to make him a natural mentor for Luke.  Now I intend on figuring out what makes the character tick as well as telling a slam bang story.
      I am also working on several other stories in the developmental stage, including a post-nuclear war mystery involving a scarred faced hermit, a discredited FBI agent, and a whole slew of assassins in the woods.  This one has been on my mind for a long time and I am looking forward to finally being able to sit down and finish the thing.      

Where can we find your books? 
     For the time being, I am publishing online exclusively at Amazon for Kindle.  My first three books are also available on Audible.com and Book Four, Dark Sky Thunder, has been submitted for audio as well.  

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