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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Author April Grey On The Krampusnacht Blog Hop




Welcoming April Grey!






“Todd Nathaniel’s Last Case,” a part of the Hell’s Heart anthology, was published earlier this year. It was originally published in Ephemera by Elektrik Milk Bath Press in 2011.




I wrote “Todd Nathaniel’s Last Case” many years ago because I am keenly aware that characters do come to life in an author’s mind. One time I was shocked to be sitting on the subway with the embodiment of Pascal Guzman from Chasing The Trickster. It wouldn’t surprise me if some authors when under great stress (or just random upset) don’t give in to the impulse to call upon one of their characters much as they would ask for a patron saint’s
help.







April Grey's short stories are collected in The Fairy Cake Bakeshop and in I'll Love You Forever. She is also the author of two urban fantasy novels: Chasing the Trickster and its sequel, St. Nick's Favor.
She edited the anthologies: Hell's Bells: Wicked Tunes, Mad Musicians and Cursed Instruments; Hell's Garden: Mad, Bad and Ghostly Gardeners, Hell's Grannies: Kickass Tales of the Crone; Hell's Kitties and Other Beastly Beasts and most recently Hell’s Heart: Twisted Tales of Love Run Amok.

She and her family live in Hell's Kitchen, NYC in a building next to a bedeviled garden. Gremlins, sprites or pixies, something mischievous, lurks therein. Someday she'll find out. Please visit www.aprilgrey.blogspot for her latest news.


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Saturday, October 15, 2016

Hell's Kitties Are Here!

I'm joining in a blog hop with the other authors featured in Hell's Kitties: And Other Beastly Beasts.    The anthology, edited by April Grey, was released yesterday.

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Welcome to Amy Grech, who contributed the story entitled Bruised and Battered Nevermore

What was your inspiration for your story in Hell’s Kitties?

The atmospheric writing of Edgar Allan Poe, especially his narrative poem “The Raven” inspired my tale, “Bruised and Battered Nevermore”. They both feature ravens, albeit my story takes place in modern day New York City…

What projects are you currently working on?

Right now, I’m writing a crime story based on actual events that took place in my neighborhood of Park Slope. A couple of years ago, young women walking home at night during the wee hours of the night were being robbed by young Hispanic man brandishing a pistol. The Police eventually apprehended the treacherous thug.  he young woman in my story has a gun permit and she’s packing heat, a hot pink, leopard print Conceal and Carry Glock she uses to one-up her attacker.

What is the scariest or funniest thing that has ever happened to you?

When I was a little girl gowning up on Long Island, I was enjoying summertime with my friends on a real scorcher of a day, so we were sucking on ice cubes while running around. I choked on mine and blacked out. My friend’s mother had to perform the Heimlich maneuver. To this day, I have an aversion to ice cubes.

Why did you become a writer?

I grew up reading Stephen King’s novels—I got hooked at the age of 13—and started writing seriously in high school. I studied English/Creative Writing at Ithaca College in Update New York.  I started selling my stories to small press magazines while I was still in school—14850 Magazine was my first. 

When I first started writing, rejections didn’t discourage me, especially since I started getting personal responses from Editors early on; their encouragement motivated me find my unique voice and hone my craft, creating complex characters capable of anything.



Amy Grech has sold over 100 stories to various anthologies and magazines including: Apex Magazine, Beat to a Pulp: Hardboiled, Dead Harvest, Detectives of the Fantastic, Volume II, Expiration Date, Fear on Demand, Fright Mare, Funeral Party 2, Inhuman Magazine, Needle Magazine, Reel Dark, Shrieks and Shivers from the Horror Zine, Space & Time, Tales from The Lake Vol. 3, The Horror Within, Under the Bed, and many others. New Pulp Press recently published her book of noir stories, Rage and Redemption in Alphabet City.

She has a story forthcoming in Creepy Campfire Quarterly. Amy is an Active Member of the Horror Writers Association who lives in Brooklyn. Visit her website: http://www.crimsonscreams.com.  Follow Amy on Twitter: http://twitter.com/amy_grech.


Monday, October 19, 2015

Join the Professional Author's Group Halloween Celebration: Introducing Our Founder Rayne Hall

It is a distinct honor to welcome writer, editor, teacher, mentor, and my friend Rayne Hall.

Many know Rayne, and her wonderful cat Sulu from the Twitterverse as well as all the books she has written and edited: Her own fiction, the writers' craft series, and the Ten Tales series. But this month, she's here to focus on horror.


Welcome Rayne! 

Tell us a little about yourself and what you're writing these days.

I write dark fantasy and creepy horror fiction, as well as the Writer's Craft Series of guides for authors who want to take their craft skills to the next level.

Do you write full time? 

I've been writing professionally for thirty years, and I've always had an 'other occupation' - for example, I was a journalist, magazine editor and adult education teacher. Sometimes the day job was full time and the writing was something I did in my spare time. At other times the writing was my main job and the other activity was a sideline.

What are your writing inspirations?

Thousands of ideas flutter around in my head at the same time. Sometimes, two or three of those ideas click together like jigsaw pieces, and that's when a story starts to form.

The location is almost always one of the first pieces to click. I like to set my stories in unusual, atmospheric places where I've lived and travelled – the streets of Nepal, the cliffs on the English coast, the stone circles of Cornwall...

Most of my horror story ideas come from my own fears - things that frighten me, places that creep me out, nightmares that keep me awake at night. Cowards make good horror writers, because we know what fear feels like, and because we never run out of ideas what to write about.

I’ve learnt that by fictionalising something, putting it on paper and shaping it, I gain control over it – especially the things that frighten or disturb me. Horror writing is form of empowering therapy.

Let me give you an example. I used to have a terrible fear of fire. It was so bad, I could never bring myself to even light a match. Once when I was about seven, my father forced me to watch a house burn, and I had nightmares about it for three decades, and the experience increased my fear. As a teenager, I heard about disturbing fire-related events that had happened in my neighbourhood, some recent, some of them long before I was born.

Another house burned down, and I heard afterwards that the Turkish family who lived there had not been able to get out. Their charred skeletons told how they had cowered in the corner as the flames devoured them, and the father had shielded his daughters with his own body for as long as he could. This moved me deeply, and then I heard someone say “They were only Turks. Good riddance to the vermin.”

Then I found out about the atrocities committed against Jews during the Nazi period. This was in the 1980s, and the prevailing attitude was still that these were things best not talked about. But some things filtered through. In the town of my birth, locals burnt the synagogue and then built a church on that spot. In a nearby town, the eager citizens went even further: they locked the Jewish population into the synagogue before they set it on fire. The fire brigade, instead of putting out the flames, fanned and fed them, and made sure none of the Jews could escape.

One day I took a sheet of paper and wrote down everything that scared or disturbed me in connection with fire. Burning houses, churches, racial hatred, hypocrisy, a scared child witnessing events she cannot understand... these elements clicked together. into a disturbing tale of human evil.

That story – titled Burning - was the most difficult piece I’ve ever written. Several times, I had to set it aside because I was too upset to continue. But I persevered, and during the process of putting my thoughts on paper and shaping them into fiction, I gained control over my fear. When it was finished, two amazing things happened: My phobia vanished, and the story won awards.

It took great courage to write that story. So, tell us about Thirty Scary Tales.

Thirty Scary Tales is a compilation of my books Six Scary Tales Vol. 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. These are are horror stories of the creepy kind - more spooky and suspenseful than violent and gory.

Is this book part of a series?

I keep writing horror stories and publishing them in Six Scary Tales. Eventually I may gather the new yarns in Thirty Scary Tales Vol. 2, but it won't be for a while yet.

What project will you be working on next?

I always have several projects under way - usually a non-fiction book, a novel and several articles and short stories. I'm just finishing the next book in the Writer's Craft series, titled Writing Deep Point of View. Work has already started on Getting Book Reviews, Writing Vivid Dialogue and Book Promotion for Introverts.

Other works in progress include a sequel to the dark epic fantasy novel Storm Dancer and several steampunk and horror stories.



Tell us one surprising or interesting fact about yourself.

I write with this sweet black cat snuggling between my arms. Sulu is a rescue cat I adopted from the shelter. He likes to lie between my arms as I write, with a paw on my wrist and his head in the crook of my elbow.

I've trained Sulu. Many people think you can't train a cat, but you can... if the cat wants to be trained. Sulu loves it. When I say "Sulu, shake hands" he puts his right paw into my right palm. when I say "Sulu, scratch" he walks to the scratching post and scratches. When I say "Sulu, read" he lies down next to the open book, puts a paw on the page and 'reads' - perfect for book promotion photos.

Is there anything else about yourself you'd like to tell us about yourself or your writing?

My horror stories are atmospheric, creepy, disturbing - but they're not gorefests. If you enjoy chainsaw massacres and mounds of spilling intestines, my books are not for you. I like to creep my readers out, not gross them out. 

Atmosphere is crucial. To research the atmosphere for a ghost story ('Take Me To St. Roch's,in this book) I spent a night alone in a remote cemetery. I observed every skeleton-pale tree and every cloud wafting across the moon, I listened to rustling leaves and distant creaks, I touched lichen-encrusted tombstones and dug my hands into damp maggot-crawling soil. The details were worth it. You can read the resulting story (Take Me To St. Roch's) in Thirty Scary Tales.


Thanks so much for taking time out of your busy schedule.

How can folks best connect with you?

https://twitter.com/RayneHall

https://www.pinterest.com/raynehallauthor/

Monday, August 20, 2012

The Well by Andrew Richardson

The summer is winding down and it's back to work (and school) for me in September. I've been catching up on reading and long overdue critiques while recovering from the cultmination of a year of finishing, revising and submitting two novels. And a bunch of shorts fiction and nonfiction. I've read several things by my friend and critique partner Andrew Richardson.





Andrew writes two kinds of horror: terrifying and very terrifying. The Well, just released from eTreasures, is not mythic or supernatural (his forte) but the realism puts it squarely in to the latter category.
I was riveted from beginning to end and, as is typical of most of Andrew's stories, haunted by it.


When beautiful heiress Connie Straker wakes from a drugged sleep, she has no idea why she is at the bottom of a dry well.  
Connie anticipates freedom when her prison floods, but is dismayed to find she remains a captive.  If she is going to escape, she must outthink two violent brothers with a grudge against her family, overcome wild animals and find a way through the cage barring her way.  
Connie’s best chance of freedom might lie with the college nerd who has had a crush on her for years.  But Julian is a creep who Connie despises and she has to decide whether to trust him.  Can he overcome his fear of the brothers and help her escape?  Or will her captors put a violent end to Julian’s efforts?  Will Julian take advantage of her desperation and make Connie’s life-or-death situation even worse?


Excerpt:

Tear-blurred eyes blinked into darkness as Constance Straker turned a circle. Her palms pushed against the brickwork, and Connie's stomach churned.
She whimpered, and her head thumped.
I'm in a Goddamn well!
Connie ignored her pounding temples and stilled, forcing herself to calm. She turned, hands pressing against the bricks, feeling her way around the tight circle again.
Yes. It's a dried-up well. It must be!
She threw her head back and screamed; a yell of anguish and terror that bounced off the walls and echoed around her.
Connie swallowed back sobs and flicked a strand of hair from her face.
Remember. I must remember.
Lisa’s twentieth. The college gang was partyin’. I felt woozy. Then nothin’.
Some jerk tried to chat me up. Called me ‘Blondie’.
Connie leaned and bricks bit her back through her shirt. Her groan echoed around the well.
A hand went to her temple. Headache. Was I drugged?
Connie forced slow, deep breaths. Her fingers examined the stones, seeking handholds.
No. Nothin’ to cling onto.
She looked up.
Blackness. It could be worse. It could be full of water.
Connie’s sob choked a bitter laugh as she buried her face in both hands and cried.