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From the Quirky Queue of PCG

FROM PCG'S QUIRKY QUEUE:

Here's a capsulized look at some of my recent film viewings:

THE BAY: Another variation on the found footage genre, the central conceit being that it is composed of various snippets of news broadcasts and amateur video footage, not unlike The Fourth Kind or District 9. Decent performances and editing make it a stand out.

LEGENDARY WEAPONS OF CHINA: 80s era Shaw Brothers period kung fu epic is a good showcase not only of the titular weapons, but the amazing athletic prowess of stars Liu Chia Liang, Hsiao Ho, (Alexander) Fu Sheng. There's even a small but action packed appearance by Gordon Liu. Mixed in with the kung fu are some fireworks-enhanced Taoist magic sequences, including a hilarious and mind-blowing "voodoo" doll fight.

SLA$HERS: A clever enough concept; it plays as an episode of Japan's hottest game show, whose premise is that a small group of willing participants must survive in a complex patrolled by three deranged murderers. They form alliances, have cat fights and talk to the camera just like, say, Survivor, only there's no question this is fake so it's much more entertaining. But we've all seen how stagey acting fails on video, and that's exactly what happens here. Ultimately, I can only recommend it to a very limited audience who might like to see how beautifully some of the gore effects are executed without a camera cut.

KILL!: Black and white samurai drama from 1969 that will likely be too dated for most viewers, but notable for its beautiful photography and disciplined performances.

BEYOND THE BLACK RAINBOW: Supremely bizarre, often slow but mesmerizing head-trip sci-fi horror set in the eighties at a new age "self-actualizing" center, a vast complex that serves as a house of horrors for one mute young would-be escapee. If you don't like stepping out of the comfort zone of traditional narrative, skip it. Otherwise, you'll definitely want to re-watch this one a couple of times.

PROJECT A: Opera school chums Jackie Chan, Yuen Biao and Sammo Hung fill the screen with the usual outrageous stunts, fights and buddy comedy. Great fun.

THE PACT: Recalling both A STIR OF ECHOES, and PEOPLE UNDER THE STAIRS with frequent homages to HALLOWEEN, it has its moments.

nWo: THE REVOLUTION: WWE produced documentary about the edgiest era of pro-wrestling, this mostly tries to make the whole ridiculous nWo era seem like good times, even though it essentially killed WCW, which was WWE's biggest competitor at one time.

THE GREY: Liam Neeson plays a tortured soul who seems ready to end it all, until nature calls his bluff in the form of a plane crash that lands him in an arctic wilderness dangerously close to a wolfpack's den. Don't be surprised if this one veers far from your expectations.

KILL 'EM ALL: SAW meets BANGKOK KNOCKOUT when a small band of international assassins finds themselves locked in a warehouse and forced to fight each other and an endless army of baddies on the way to a showdown with Gordon Liu. You could do worse if you're looking for simplistic action.

THE ATTIC EXPEDITIONS: What I expected to be a slasher flick was actually an unusual psych horror thriller with some nice twists. Look for a sock puppet that steals the show in a truly unnerving manner. Look for the legendary Alice Cooper in an on-the-nose cameo.

I'd love to hear your take on these!

APRIL SHOWERS BRING DEAD FLOWERS

Maybe it's the spring weather warming things up--like cold corpses for example. Zombies have become the theme of April, especially here at The Most Terrifying Blog on the Internet!

Armand Rosamilia,author of the Dying Days zombie series among many other great works, has kindly graced the MTBotI with an amazing story from the universe of that series in the previous blog post. Just for clarification, the story's "Patrick" character is not necessarily Yerz Trooly. Not necessarily. ;)

Armand is preparing a collection of short stories set in that universe, and I'm personally planning to submit a face-biting entry or two. This will be one to watch!


Last weekend, I traveled to the town of Hickory, NC to appear in several scenes of the zombie film ONE LAST SUNSET - Redux. A bit of history: OLS is the brainchild of one Kevin Richmond, a prolific and brilliant indie director whose company Peepin' Tom Productions is dedicated to telling compelling human stories in unusual contexts. OLS was originally written and produced as a short a couple of years back. Kevin brought me in as a fight choreographer after I worked in the same capacity for his film VS.


                                           The film features The Walking Dead's

Addy Miller in a zombie role that pre-dates her appearance on that show, as well as a talented trio of actresses (Brandy Brown, Clemeen Connolly and Alma J Hill) in the usual post-zombie apocalypse setting, though with considerably more pathos than you might have come to expect. It was well received by critics and fans, garnering enough attention that Richmond was motivated to expand the short to a full-blown feature.


As a result, I was fortunate to be cast in what has become one of my favorite rolls,

that of an Afghanistan conflict vet leading a motley band of survivors through a zombie-ravaged landscape. Look for ONE LAST SUNSET - Redux sometime next year.


That film's makeup whiz, an amiable fellow named Keith Bailey, is a veteran screenwriter himself, and has penned a trilogy of zombie films set to shoot sometime next year. I begged, nagged and cajoled Keith to include me, and he has agreed! More on that as it develops.

Now - back to writing a tasty, bloody morsel of zombie literature for the masses.

DYING DAYS are upon us....

Presenting 

The Man - Armand Rosamilia. 

 Armand is the author of the Dying Days Collection.

 "Dying Days are upon us. The Undead roam the Earth...searching for the living...to eat...to feast...to rip apart..." 

We are always lucky to have Armand. Not only because all the ladies love him, but turns out he's a pretty damn good writer as well. Today he is sharing an unreleased flash fiction story in anticipation of his forthcoming June release DYING DAYS 3. You should also check him out in Miami Spy Games and Fifty Shades of Decay (I love that title!)

Take it away, Armand...

This is an unreleased short story set in the Dying Days zombie world. The idea came to me after meeting one of my girlfriend's friends and listening to his obsession with reality TV shows, and pretty much just watching every show available. I took it to the extreme and it's not really about him (although his real name may or may not be Patrick), and it might be 100% what he would do during the zombie apocalypse. Or not (especially if he decided to sue)…

  

Dying Days: Television

Armand Rosamilia

            Patrick held the universal TV remote in his hand and pointed it at the blank screens until gravity forced it down. He sighed loudly (like the winner of season five's Survivor had done to psyche out the other two remaining contestants) and fell back onto the couch.

            Even though the power had tripped, the backup generators were working and, therefore, the cable and satellite feeds should be working. The televisions were definitely on, because he kept turning each individual one on and off and making sure the green lights flashed before him on the wall of TV sets.

            He checked his watch and was frustrated. He only had four minutes until the Amish reality show was coming on, and he needed to see if Levi was going to leave the community or stay and ask for forgiveness.

            If the power was out the third DVR in his back bedroom wouldn't record it and he'd miss an episode. That was unacceptable. He searched for his cell phone among the Entertainment Weekly magazines on the coffee table and hit speed-dial #1, which was the cable company. The phone just made a weird beeping noise, and Patrick finally tossed it down in frustration. This wasn't good.

            In two hours the pawn show marathon started. Even though he'd seen them all, he needed to sit through them again. Just in case he missed something funny or important. Tonight was also the season finale of the annoying little girl who was in the beauty pageants. He hated her and her media whore mother, but he still wanted to see if she'd win the Little Miss Kentucky Pageant. After watching an entire season, what else could he do?

            "Damn," Patrick said when he realized the phone being out meant he couldn't order his Meat Lover's pizza tonight. It was Tuesday. He always ordered a pie. Tomorrow would be Chinese food, and Thursday was Jimmy Johns, followed by Friday night delivery of cheeseburgers from the corner barbeque place. Saturday was back to pizza, but always with sausage, pepperoni and onions. Sunday was another delicious order of Chinese, and Monday leftovers from the previous week.

            Patrick had his life planned out. What else did he need? During the day he could do his online copywriting job, check his stock portfolio, sell a few things on eBay, and never have to leave the house except to collect his mail, packages, and open the door for the delivery person. But now…

            He wanted to scream when he looked at his laptop and saw his internet connection was lost. How would he get any work done? There were several jobs due in the morning he'd already finished and only needed to submit. Now he couldn't.

            Through the closed blinds he could tell the sun was going down. He didn't know his neighbor and he didn't care to know them. They weren't important. Only the real housewives in New Jersey mattered to him right now, or the Alaskan gold miners and the bad ass truckers in the ice.

            Was that a scream he'd just heard? Patrick ran into his bedroom, hoping it was on the seventy-two inch wall unit he had mounted at an angle so he could see comfortably from his bed, but the screen was blank. Could it have come from outside?

            He found a pair of jeans on the floor and put them on. His white t-shirt was hastily pulled over his torso and it was even tighter than he remembered since last week when he'd put it on.

            Patrick turned the front door knob but hesitated. What if someone was in trouble? What if they needed his help? This was real reality, and he didn't do well in these situations. He didn't want to have to deal face to face with people. It was why he worked from home, and had for years. People were opinionated, nosy, leeches and bloodsuckers who only asked you for things. No thanks. It was better to see them act like selfish brats on his television than in person.

            Before he could talk himself out of it, he opened the door and took a step outside. The fresh air was a nice change from the air conditioning. It felt… well, fresh.

            "Ugh," he muttered when he saw the neighbors standing in their driveway looking right at him. Before he could turn and run back inside the annoying wife was waving her arms at him and her and her husband came running.

            "We didn't think anyone else was still around," she said. "Hi, I'm Merna."

            "Nice to meet you," he lied and mumbled. There was nothing out here for him. "Did I hear a scream?"

            "Yes," the husband said, looking around. "It isn't safe. It also might be too late for us to leave. On the news it said the roads were blocked in and out of Jacksonville."

            "Why?" Patrick didn't watch the news. There was really no point in it. He didn't want that much reality. School shootings, accidents, fires, police reports… all boring. There was no payoff for him, no inside scoop on the people involved. The show Cops had started him on the great reality television craze, and he never wanted to stop.

            "Don't you watch the news?" The man said incredulously. "Rumor has it you have fifty TV's in your house."

            Patrick laughed. "Fifty? I wish. It's only twenty-two screens. Plus three computers, two laptops, and my tablets. But not fifty. Not yet." He had been eyeing a seventy-inch plasma online, waiting for the price to drop so he could order two for the dining room.

            "There are zombies," Merna said. "This is my husband Earl."

            "Did you say zombies?" Patrick said and scoffed. He was done with these crazies. This was why he didn’t bother with people. They were certifiable. Like the nutty guy in season two of Big Brother.

            "I know it sounds crazy, but before the power went out they were showing live shots from all over the country. They are taking over and eating people." Merna shivered and crossed her arms. "This isn't a joke."

            "Too bad the power is out, or else you would see for yourself," Earl said. "This isn't like that zombie show on TV, either. These things are nasty and ripping people apart."

            "I don't watch that show. It's not realistic enough," Patrick said.

            Merna looked at him oddly. "Realistic? It's about zombies."

            "It was nice meeting you," Patrick lied again. "I'm going inside to see what the fuss is about."

            "You have power?"

            "Yeah. I am always prepared. Not that it helps, since all the channels are out."

            "Can we come in? Safety in numbers seems smart right now," Merna said.

            Patrick didn't want these strangers in his home. It was bad enough when the cable guy came over to install another line. "Sorry… the place is a mess. Maybe some other time." He turned and walked as fast as he could to his house.

            "Are you kidding me? We're going to die out here," the husband said.

            "Sucks to be you," Patrick mumbled as he went inside. This was obviously some stupid joke, and he wasn't buying it. What if this was some reality show? A hidden camera program, maybe. He could end up being a star, but only if he played his cards right.

            Patrick sat down on the couch and thought of a strategy. Would he be the in-your-face guy, brash and defiant, bruising his way to victory? Maybe he'd be the under-the-radar guy, who subtly screwed everyone around him out of the prize. He could make pretend he was everyone's friend, and then find their strengths and weaknesses.

            But what was the grand prize? What were the rules of the game? How could he gain the advantage and keep it? He did another click-through on the televisions, but they were all still out.

            The knock at the door startled him. Patrick was going to ignore it, but then decided his best course would be to answer and play his part… he decided he would be the gullible, friendly guy and take the other contestants in with his Aww, Shucks! Attitude.

            When Patrick opened the door the neighbors were standing there.

            He smiled. This was his first test, and his first screen time unless they'd be filming him before. "Howdy neighbors."

            Patrick noticed the blood spitting from Merna's neck, a shambling crowd gathering behind the couple, and the vacant look in their eyes the second before Earl wrapped his cold fingers around Patrick's neck.

           

You can read even more about Armand Rosamilia by visiting his site at armandrosamilia.com and buying his books so he has enough money to stop the coming zombie apocalypse… and he can buy M&M's. 

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A Conversation with Patrick C. Greene

Making the rounds again on the Book Tour !

A Conversation on the Blogger News Network

So what's next? "My current novel deals with a young special forces operative as she is drawn into the world of vampires. “A Shotgun Wedding” is my latest screenwriting effort and Sekhmet Press LLC will release an illustrated trade paperback of my novella A Piece Of Miracle this Fall. I have several stand-alone short stories available on amazon…which will send you spiraling into madness!" PCG


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No Wasted Ink

An Author Interview by Wendy Van Camp:

 I grew up in the Pacific Northwest and was seeped in the legends of Bigfoot, or the Sasquatch as the Native Americans in the area call them. Naturally, I found myself interested in a fictional story based around these old legends. I want to welcome Patrick C. Greene and his novel Progeny to No Wasted Ink.


WVC: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

PCG: In about the seventh grade, I decided I would be a writer. I was small for my age, and easy target for bullies, and of course the “weird kid”, so at some point, I decided to learn how to defend myself and quickly became obsessed with martial arts, setting my interest in writing aside to train and learn all I could about fighting. I didn’t start writing again seriously until right after high school, when I was pursuing a career as an actor and decided to write my own screenplay to star in, as Stallone did with Rocky. I started knocking out short stories as well, just for fun. Ultimately, coming to a place of calling myself a writer was a gradual process that took many years.


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BAM! The Terror Starts!

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"...just as you are getting entirely wrapped up in their day-to-day conflicts and problems – BAM! The horror and terror starts. The story shifts into over-drive and the last third of the book races by as you click the “page” button again and again and again."
Bryan W. Alaspa reviews Progeny at 

The Official Bryan W. Alaspa Website

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GUEST BLOG with The Man -Armand Rosamilia

Fellow Hobbes End Publishing author, Armand Rosamilia stopped by for a visit.  We can't repeat most of what he said, but here's his blog about the challenges he faced writing the amazing Miami Spy Games Series.  If you haven't checked him out - it is definitely your loss.

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Miami Spy Games by Armand Rosamilia

Planning The Story Arc 

I'm a pantser. To me, nothing kills an idea like an outline, even a few sketched lines. I've tried it. Years ago I used to put an outline together and even write in some scene ideas or dialogue or action, figuring it would grow from there. It usually didn't.

I'm also not very big on writing ahead in the story. I might jump a chapter or two with a new character, but I can't skip ahead in the story or write an ending first. I like the natural flow of the story and writing and reading it in 'real time' instead of jumping around.

But when I was contacted to do Miami Spy Games I was also offered a challenge: I had to tell a dozen smaller stories, with cliffhangers, and tie them all together in one motion. There are several big spots in the episodes (you'll have to read them, I won't give out spoilers) that I needed to hit during specific parts, and the fun was trying to get to them naturally.

Planning a definite story arc in 7,500 word increments, with every three or four episodes making up a bigger plotline to finish or reach some conclusion was daunting at first. I tend to write and write and see where the story goes. With a definite arc it actually flowed and I got into the groove when Hobbes End Publishing gave me several key ideas to use in the story, or suggested things as simple as 'write in a zombie dog'.

I use index cards for everything. They litter my desk, overflow from my laptop bag, and are scattered on my floor at home. I started by pulling 12 clean index cards and figuring to write out the main point(s) of each episode on them. I ended up with over 50 index cards, all scribbled on both sides and with many yellow and pink highlighted parts. The fun when writing the last four episodes and getting to some kind of ending was mixing and matching the ideas I had written down until it made sense and had a flow to it.

It didn't hinder the story, because at this point I was so in tune with the main characters and wanted to see where it went to as a reader. Writing Miami Spy Games was a fun challenge and took me out of my comfort zone, which I needed. I can't wait to get the green light for a second series of stories, because it is fun to play in this world, and build it as a story arc. 

If you have any questions about the Miami Spy Games series, I'd love to hear them: armandrosamilia@gmail.com

Armand Rosamilia

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From the lurking shadows of the unknown to the shell of an empty soul, Patrick C. Greene spins seven dark tales to keep you awake at night. 

Dark Destinies contains: Into the Small Hours, Room 422, Bill's Becoming, Fate by Firelight, Shards, High Strangeness in South Haven, and Words That Start with the Letter D.

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Alaspa meets Greene

BRYAN W ALASPA interviews Patrick C. Greene:

"You ever get the feeling, when you first meet someone, or talk with them, that maybe they are some sort of long lost relative or something? Well, I came pretty darn close to that feeling when author Patrick Greene agreed to interview me for his blog about my novel VICIOUS. Not only did we share the same passion for writing horror/thrillers, but our most recent works both have similar plot elements.

Patrick’s passion for writing is evident from just chatting with him. His talent is immense. His imagination seems limitless. His desire to help other authors is also strong, and you know that’s important for me, as well. In short, he is a major talent, and if you are not familiar with his name just yet…you will be.


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SOME GOODBYES

Six-year-old Sandy Hook Elementary student Jack Pinto was laid to rest in a replica of the jersey worn by his hero, New York Jets wide receiver Victor Cruz. Cruz went on to inscribe Jack's name on his cleats before playing his next game. Jack's best friend John wrote him a goodbye letter that said in part "I will talk to you in my prayers. I love you." Nicely said, John. We all love Jack Pinto. And many thanks to Victor Cruz.


Charlotte Bacon, like many little girls, loved the color pink. According to her uncle it was more than just a passing affinity it was "A passion. And by a passion, I mean an addiction." She trained in Tae Kwon Do. Charlotte's favorite movie was "Brave". I hope she got to see it a bunch of times.


Daniel Barden wanted to be a firefighter, like his cousins in New York. Word is, he liked playing drums as well. Daniel was also an accomplished athlete, swimming and soccer being his favorite sports. An avid reader, Daniel was described as an old soul by friends of his family. I hope we all get a chance to meet that soul, in some way.


Olivia Engel actually loved going to school! She even had a good relationship with her three year old brother. She had a dog named Petey. She was into theater, dancing and singing and was preparing for her role as an angel in a local presentation of the Nativity. She was also in Daisy Scouts. All kids should have such active days.


Noah Pozner had high aspirations. He wanted to be a soldier, a doctor, and a taco factory manager. He loved rainbows. (Me too, li'l bro.) His twin sister Arielle drew a picture of her mother smiling and handed it to President Obama during his visit to the site of the tragedy. There's not a lot of comfort to be had here-but that picture's probably about the best any of us could do.


How'd you like to be a painter, living on Martha's Vineyard? That's what Grace Audrey McDonnell had in mind for her future. She enjoyed playing dress-up, especially in pink, just like her classmate Charlotte Bacon. Maybe her wings are pink.


6 year-old boy Jesse wrote "I love you" in the frost of his mother's car door before running inside the school in anticipation of that days' project of building gingerbread houses. Jesse is said to have been attempting to lead his classmates to safety during the attack, when he fell to the gunman's assault. There's something enlightened about that.


Catherine Hubbard was a freckly little redhead who loved animals passionately. Bet she petted and hugged a lot of little furballs in her time. Those pets are ripples of kindness that will spread forever.


Jessica Rekos was a cowgirl. Upon turning ten, she would have had her very own horse to groom and ride and love. In preparation, Jessica was to have received a hat and spiffy cowgirl boots for Christmas. She was a big sis too, with two little brothers who looked up to her. Good memories will be their guide.

Little Josephine Gay just turned 7 on December 11. Her favorite color was purple. She's described as having a "joyful and giving spirit", so Christmas is the perfect time to remember her in prayer and/or thought. She looked like the little girl from "Monsters Inc.", remember the one who thought Sully was a big teddy? This enterprising young lady often set up lemonade stands in her neighborhood during the summer.


James Mattioli was not quite 7 yet. His older sister, in whom he saw the sun rise and set, was helping him to be a better reader. Ham sandwiches from Subway were a favorite meal. "J", as he was called, wasn't afraid to hug his friends. James was pretty good at math too, an attribute which I admire.


Top level athletes can be spotted at an early age. Chase Kowalski was one such prodigy. The 7-year-old was already running road races and training for a mini-triathlon! Bicycles and baseball were also favorite pursuits. Something tells me he would've been a record breaker.


Born in San Diego, Avielle Richman carried on a noble tradition-she was a storyteller. She also loved music, archery and of course, kung fu. Would love to have seen her face if she ever saw a Michelle Yeoh flick. I'll watch one for you, Avi.


Also musically inclined was Benjamin Wheeler. He already had perfect pitch. The energetic young pianist once sprinted onstage to complete a recital then sprinted back. He and his family had just moved to Newtown last April. Ben wanted to be either an architect or a paleontologist. Cool professions, cool kid.


Emilie Parker carried her pens and markers and paper wherever she went, for moments of spontaneous creativity. Her artworks are priceless treasures, far as I'm concerned.


Ana Marquez-Greene was the daughter of jazz musicians. Like Benjamin Wheeler, Ana had only recently moved to Newtown, coming from Winnipeg. Ana always gave her artwork to others as gifts. If you're a parent or an uncle or aunt or cousin or grandparent, you probably have a few gifts like that, and you probably have never seen anything more masterfully rendered in your life.


Dylan Hockley was originally from England. When he learned he would be moving to the U.S, he could not wait to get here. A special needs student, Dylan was learning to read. Being a model student, he was making good progress. He shared with his older brother Jake and his father a passion for martial arts. Rei.


Not much is known about 6-year-old Madeleine Hsu, except that she was upbeat and kind and that her family had only lived in the area for a few years. I hope they were joyous years.


Caroline Previdi loved to draw and dance. She was training in jazz and ballet. She was such a hardcore New York Yankees fan, she once refused to go into Fenway Park in Boston. A good fan to have, that one.


Allison Wyatt, another young artist, patiently taught her younger sister Lauren how to ride the school bus. She always wore ribbons and berets in her hair. If Allison had a snack, it wasn't unusual for her to offer some of it to complete strangers.


Teacher Victoria Soto put her students in a closet and stood as a barrier between them and the gunman during the attack. So many mourners attended Victoria's funeral that many had to sit outside and listen to the service on loudspeakers. Her college roommate said this: "“When she hugged you, she put her whole heart and soul into every hug she gave.” Maybe we should all do that.


Rachel D'Avino, 29, was a behavioral therapist -a vocation which requires immense, selfless loving kindness- and teacher's aide. Like Victoria Soto, Rachel heroically shielded a student during the attack. It's amazing how peaceful teachers can take on the role of great warriors in merely doing their jobs.


Principal Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung had been Sandy Hook's principal for almost two years. She was still pursuing her Ph.D, and was a grandmother. Hochsprung was in the process of implementing a security system at the school. With the children she fiercely thought of ashers in mind, she fearlessly stood strong when facing the attacker.


School psychologist Mary Sherlach was the mother of two adult daughters. She was a classic rock fan who loved to sing and dance to Eagles tunes, often persuading friends and family members to join her in impromptu singalong and dance.


Lauren Rousseau was substituting for a teacher who was on maternity leave. She loved cats. She had baked Hobbit cupcakes in anticipation of seeing the film. That's how you live life to the fullest.


Please join me in celebrating their lives and saying goodbye.


Sources:
registercitizen.com
Conneticut Post
NY Daily News
Denver Post
Perez Hilton
ABC News
Daily Mail (UK)
CNN
The Jewish Press
legacy.com
CBS
dailybulletin.com
NY Post
telegraph.co.uk
Stamford Advocate
New Hampshire Register
irishcentral.com
patch.com
New Haven Register

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From the interview:

Good Sunday morning, everyone! Allow me to introduce you to Horror author, Patrick C. Greene.Let's begin this Sunday's author interview with The eReader Cafe's signature first question:

Coffee or Tea?

Coffee while writing, tea any other time.

Tell us a little about yourself. Where are you from and when did you start writing?

I'm from just outside of Asheville, North Carolina; a rural town called Fairview. I've been writing since before I knew how, in some form or other.


You’ve written a suspenseful Horror novel, Progeny, and quite a few short stories. Tell us about your writing and what inspires you to write in your chosen genre.

I try to write in the style I personally find most appealing--because if I'm not entertained by mywriting who will be? I like suspense and emotional extremes and the idea of a situation that teststhe characters--whether they ultimately survive or not. It's hard to comprehend what made meprefer horror, but I do have an extremely vivid and active imagination and with the horror genre, I have plenty of opportunity to give it a workout. You can just go in so many directions, in fact,you're expected to! What's cooler than that? Only a frozen corpse.
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Patrick visits The Book Addict

INTERVIEW with Book Addict 24-7

"I say, get the crazy shit out of the way, then whittle it down. Write stream-of-consciousness if you have to, but get your story down and off of your brain, so you can see it in a different light. You may find that it’s even more vital and powerful than you originally thought!" PCG

INDIE BOOKSPOT Interview

Why do you write? Is it something you’ve always done, or always wanted to do? Or is it something that you started fairly recently?

Sitting down with a pen or pencil or crayon and expressing myself goes back way farther than I can remember. As a tyke, I got in trouble for drawing on the wall, like most kids–but seems like it took me a longer time than normal to learn my lesson. I made pages after pages of drawings, burning through those cheap paper pads faster than my parents could re-stock. Fortunately, my dad was in the newspaper business and had access to lots of paper. I vividly remember seeing a box turtle crawling around in our yard and thinking those little markings on his shell were the alphabet- and I couldn’t wait to learn my ABC’s so I could read turtle shells!

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THE GRALIEN REPORT: Podcast Interview

I want to say THANK YOU  to Micah Hanks over at The Gralien Report for giving me the opportunity to come on his radio show this evening to talk about PROGENY.  Listen to the interview HERE

Micah wrote the Foreword for PROGENY and here you can read from one of his blog posts about Bigfoot.

Bigfoot is an Archetype
From time to time there are reports that fall under the “Bigfoot” category that are, to put it simply, present a lot of disturbing problems for eyewitnesses. While these “high strangeness” reports (an expression that had become innate to the study of odd occurrences tucked within the realms of Forteana) are in the seldom minority, they are often overlooked by the greater cryptozoology community for a number of reasons.  READ MORE HERE


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CHOOSING THE PERFECT TITLE PART DEUX: THE RE-REDEMPTION

   I've never seen the movie "Pontiac Moon", but the title has always stuck with me for some reason. Something about an enigmatic, somewhat mystical-sounding title always catches my attention. Let's take a couple of films from the golden age of the action film: "Good Guys Wear Black", a reasonably entertaining early Chuck Norris vehicle, and "Out For Justice", one of Steven Seagal's movies. In the case of "Justice", it takes me a minute to sort out just which of the many similarly-named Seagal potboilers this one is, despite a rather intense -if brief- obsession I once had with the towering Aikido master. "Good Guys" on the other hand, despite being an arguably lesser film, rouses instant visual images. The title refers to a military unit in the film called The Black Tigers, and the fact that I know that will show you just how intrigued I was with this film's great-sounding appellation.
   I get the feeling many writers just slap their work with a vaguely applicable title to distinguish it from their other works. And I have to admit, I've been guilty of choosing perhaps a less meaningful title in favor of a catchier, more marketable one. After all, if a reader's interest is not caught by the work's "package" -its title, artwork, even the name of the author, in the case of my better known brethren- the chance of them ever becoming interested is low at best. In my notebook of ideas and story concepts, I sometimes scribble a potential title that may have occurred to me, often little more than a conglomeration of genre-related words- in hopes of having an idea form around it, or even of forcing the idea to form, sort of like Roger Corman and a handful of other filmmakers have been known to do.
   One of these disembodied titles that I scribbled many years ago still pops into my head from time to time. These days it's more likely to make me LOL, as the kids say, than to inspire any particular story line, but then again...
   That title was "Splatter Quest." Just think what could occur on a splatter quest...a young Peter Jackson or Sam Raimi would make it a journey to remember, certainly.
   Earlier today, while commenting on a facebook post about some fur-loving fashion designer duo, the term "sonnets of suffering" popped into my fevered mind. Very Barker-esque, I must say, and certainly classier than "splatter quest." 
   My current work-in-progress, a sweeping vampire tale, remains untitled, despite months of (sporadic) work. I'm hoping the perfect title will come to me, and that it will not actually contain the word "vampire", and maybe not even "blood." I'd like it to stand out, you see, yet be attractive to bloodsucker fans immediately, given the vast spate of works in the same sub-genre that will surely flood the market for years to come.
   So while I let that ruminate, there's this movie I've been wanting to see for years. Maybe it'll plant some magical title-growing seed. I believe the film is called "Pontiac Moon."
STILL MORE TITLE MADNESS TO COME!