Archive for October, 2010

SUNDAY SPECIAL: Jeremy C. Shipp

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

I had the pleasure of doing an interview with Jeremy C. Shipp, Bram Stoker Award Finalist. Shipp is the author of Cursed and Vacation. His latest book, Fungus of the Heart, is scheduled for release on November 28th, 2010.

Tell our readers about your upcoming book.

Fungus of the Heart is a dark fiction collection with a heart, a soul. Each story is a universe in itself, and these universes are inhabited by creatures such as zombie polar bears, attic clowns, and yard gnome soldiers.

How did you first come up with the inspiration for this collection?

I think being married inspired me to write a book about relationships. Being in a loving relationship brings certain questions to mind. How far would I go to save my wife? What would it feel like if I lost her? What is true love? What is true friendship? These are the sorts of questions I contemplated when writing some of the stories in my collection.

How long did it take for you to write the book?

38,841 shakes of a lamb’s tail, which is the equivalent to about a year.

What can weird fiction offer that readers won’t find in other genres?

Weird fiction can transport readers to new worlds where the truth of our reality can be examined at new angles. Also, weird stories allow readers to befriend anthropomorphic Styrofoam cups, which is neat.

What inspired you to start writing in general?

I fell in love with storytelling thanks to creative geniuses such as George Lucas, HG Wells, Jim Henson, Jules Verne, Terry Gilliam. When I was thirteen, I decided to write a novel, and I’ve been writing almost constantly ever since.

If you had a chance to make over a popular book or movie and put your own creative stamp on it–what would it be?

I would love to remake the Star Wars prequel trilogy. I would rewrite the script, and use a plethora of puppets.

What do you like to read?

Right now I’m on a quest to read through all the Newbury Medal winning books. I also love horror, bizarro, fantasy. Some of my favorite authors are Arundhati Roy, Kurt Vonnegut, Lois Lowry, Haruki Murakami, and George Orwell.

What was your favorite part of writing this collection?

I loved coming up with so many different realities, and I loved composing the interactions between the characters.

Do you like to set a particular mood for writing? Do you work at a particular time of day?

I write even when writing is the last thing in the universe that I want to do. That being said, I do prefer night. Nighttime is when my brain hamsters like to run in their wheels.

What do you find the most challenging about writing?

In terms of the craft of writing, I find the whole process to be utterly excruciating and entirely blissful. I tend to obsess over every sentence, every word.

How do you come across new story ideas?

Sometimes I brainstorm. Sometimes I borrow ideas from my dreams. But usually I’m just walking around or washing dishes or taking a shower, and an idea bursts in my skull.

What advice would you offer to aspiring writers?

Write every day. Read every day. Don’t let rejections get you down. And eat lots and lots of peanut butter. If you’re allergic to peanuts, almond butter will work as well.

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©2010 Lori Titus

DAUGHTER OF ILLUSIONS: By Ash Scott-Lockyer

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

“Why don’t you get a proper girlfriend?” She asked, taking the cigarette I lit for her and blowing a cloud of smoke across the bed.

I was still a little out of breath from our recent sexual exertions so it took me a moment to answer.

“Define proper.” I said with a half smile.

“Well…” she said turning on her side to study my expression.

Oh crap…I knew this was going to be loaded…like “does my arse look big in this or do you fancy my mate?”

“A girlfriend…you don’t have to lie about.” She looked suddenly serious.

“I don’t lie about you.”

“Omission’s still a lie…you haven’t told anyone…”

“How could I, I mean…honestly?”

“You could take a proper girlfriend to meet your mum and dad.”

“You’d really want that?”

“How do you really know what I want?” Her fingers played around my chest and she pulled a slim thigh over mine letting me feel her heat again.

“I know what you want.” My voice shocked me with its lust. I took her cigarette stubbed it out.

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It was the next Wednesday evening…or perhaps it was Thursday, I lose track of days. She sat astride me in the passenger seat of the car, its windows steamed against prying eyes. I was close to the edge…she stopped.

“About seeing your mum and dad…”

“Oh fuck!” I groaned, feeling my erection dwindle as if ice water had been tipped on my groin.

“I thought you’d forgotten that idea,” I said, irritated.

She sat over me, dark hair framing her shadowed face where I could guess tears were forming in her eyes.  “Oh shit,” I said. Crying women are a weakness of mine. A girl with tears in her eyes and hope in her tone could get me to auction my best friend. “Okay okay…I give in, I’ll try to fix up dinner with my folks at the weekend, yeah? Are you happy now?” She threw an arm around my neck and kissed me.

“I do love you.” she said.

“Prove it!”
 
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Sunday was an unmitigated disaster – despite the bottle of wine we brought round as an ice breaker. It was nearly Midnight by the time I got back to the flat from the local accident and emergency unit. Dad had been moved to intensive care to recover from his heart attack and mum was in the room next door, unconscious from her stroke. I left instructions for the hospital to call me if there was a change in either their conditions.
 
Agrat sobbed from the darkness of the bedroom. “I’m sorry, Peter, it’s been so long, I’d forgotten how people react when they see me.”  Her normally beautifully folded, leather-soft wings were hunched around her in misery.

“You’ve been a very, very naughty girl…er…she-devil…er..”

“Succubus,” she corrected me with a sniff. “Do I need to be punished?” She said, sounding more cheerful.

I thought for a moment…no need for contraception, no in-laws, no headaches, no PMT… “Too right!” I said, launching myself at the bed.

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©2010 Ash Scott-Lockyer

 Ash Scott-Lockyer is an equestrian photographer, writer, and horse rider. His work ranges from horror to fantasy and include SHADOWKNIGHT, a full length, young adult fantasy novel. He is in his fifties, married, lives in East London but plays in the Essex countryside.
Website
http://www.shadowtales.co.uk