Archive for January, 2013
It’s over. Season two of American Horror Story completed last week. And now, American television is left with a vast cavern of a whole. How is that? When there is so much quality programming on at the moment, how is is possible a single show could leave behind such a gaping abyss?
It was that good.
On occasion, I write very bad things; from zombies eating babies, to a holy war between Heaven and Hell, to serial killers of all shapes and sizes. In light of the horror that has befallen so many across the world, I am often asked how I manage to pen the horrific and not lose my mind or my soul. I thought it time I addressed this issue — not only for readers of mine, but for other authors who might be grappling with the same type of issue.
I’ve often gone on public record to say I seek out inspiration from everywhere. As an artist, I feel it’s my job to see the unseen and find inspiration in unlikely or overlooked places. I’ve worked this way throughout my artistic life and it has yet to fail me.
Recently I announced I was going to embark on a bit of a genre tangent and wanted to highlight what it was that inspired my first purely sci-fi outing.
I was having a discussion, the other day, with a fellow writer. Said fellow writer was very much a fan of the traditional publishing method of claiming “authorship”. The discussion inevitably turned down the path of how a few rotten apples ruin the reputation for so many small presses. To that I brought up Edward Lorn’s Hope for the Wicked. Why? Let me explain.
In the beginning was the Word – and the word Was a lie.
And now, I give unto thee, the reading world, my most epic and twisted tale — Hell’s Muse. Dare you venture into The Nameless Saga? Dare you challenge your heart, mind, and soul? You dare, and in the dare, you leap on board the darkest hayride you’ve yet to read.
Imogen Heap, Mazzy Star, Jackson Pollack, Jack Kerouac, Arthur Miller, Samuel Barber, Damien Rice, Death Cab for Cutie… any of these sound familiar? They should. These are all artists, of various mediums, that are (or were) all considered ”indie”. Typically, being an “indie” artists brings along with it a certain respect and status. Those artists aren’t beholden to the “main stream” or dependent upon “the man”. Those artists are also often considered bold and driven by an integrity not found in the mainstream.
Until you get to authors. The general public opinion still seems to point a dirty finger at indie authors.
And, to a certain degree, with good reason. Let me explain…
By the time you read this, the Eternal Clock will have ticked one more stop toward the final end. That’s right, it’s 213 now and time for the tried and true “resolutions”. No, I’m not going to spout off about exercising more (already work out five times a week), eating better (though I REALLY could benefit from this), nor am I going to even mention taking time to stop and smell flowering plants (already know that roses smell wonderful). What I want to do is drop some truth and reality on you — Jack style!