Archive for February, 2013
I haven’t done this in a while, but I thought I’d give the Jackverse a taste of what awaits between the covers of my latest book, Hell’s Muse.
I am a HUGE music lover. Music of all kinds. It truly is the food of love (and my life). At any given point, I could rattle off the “soundtrack to my life”. In other words — the music that helps to define a particular moment in time for me (or a span of time). I like to post these lists for a number of reasons. For one, it allows me to go back and reflect upon those moments. Second, it allows me to share with the Jackverse what is going on in the musico-emotional whirlwind within me.
So, without further adieu, I give you the current soundtrack to my life.
I’m a step-dad. I’ve been a step-dad for about eight years now. During that time I have learned so many important lessons. One of the single most import of those lessons was that of respect. The “R” word is that thing, not only sung out loud and proud by the Queen of Soul, but something that every person on the planet needs to understand to its fullest.
This is for the love of my life, the keeper of my soul and my heart.
That’s right, I can enjoy a nice good natured ribbing at my book titles. Hey, if you can’t make fun of yourself…
Now, where was I? Oh yes, the I Zombie series. There’s lot’s cooking in that crock pot o’ death and I wanted to make sure the Jackverse was as up to date as possible. So, hop on the River Styx Express and let’s chat about the undead.
I was recently sent pictures of something that seriously made my day. Fan of I Zombie I, Mega
From Imaquolatta’s Irreverent Blog, she titles her review for Hell’s Muse “Heavenly Writing on a Hellish Subject” and goes on to say:
“The story is in several layers, a novel within a novel. The characters come at you in snapshots, mostly because this dark carnival ride moves extremely quickly. The story flies. Jack’s writing at times has the hectic frivolity of an old EC Comic, at times the darkly sensual attention to detail we might have seen in Clive Barker’s early work. And, he’s not afraid to gross you out. As the layers of reality within the work begin to melt into each other, the reader will question everything, and I assure you, this is wise. By the end of the novel, I didn’t quite know what to believe. I will not spoiler you, but I will say everything will make a kind of sense when you get there.”