The Kreep Sheep approaches

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Finished the writing for The Kreep Sheep and am on to the editing, sometimes the most fun and arduous part of the whole process. Editing is always interesting because you get to refine the story and re-discover it and make sure it woks. With this book it’s a matter of making sure the facts match up with the already established mythology I set up with The Meep Sheep and making sure this has its own life to it. This is more of a history of the world, it’s people, places, things, but also has some of the other stories of this place and what makes it what it is. The fun, and weirdness of this book is that while the stories stand on their own this is truly a follow up to The Meep Sheep and works better in tandem with it. I can’t say I would ever do a book series outside of this but this is definitely fun. It’s really interesting to be able to re-examine this place and to tell new stories here. Having said that…this is the end of the line of this stuff for the foreseeable future. A day may come when more stories are told having to do with this place and these people but after The Kreep Sheep I am moving on to the novel and will begin working on getting that ready for publication next year. And after that…who can say?

 

For now I am simply happy to spend this time in the Kingdom of Man with the Pandas, the Kreep Sheep, the Queen, the Bumble Kitties, and all the rest and hope you’ll come along for the journey this Spring.

c

Half Moon

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I have to admit that it’s a nice surprise to find a low budget horror film that actually seems to have the same idea I always say these types of movies SHOULD have, and that is to focus on what you have and can do and not what you cannot do. Too many indie horror films try to shoot for the stars when they don’t have the budget for it and in the end they look foolish. Movies are successful when they understand their limitations and what they can accomplish with their funding. It is ingenuity and skill that will make up what the budget cannot afford, and Half Moon seems to understand that. Well, until the end, that is.

In Half Moon we have the story of a young hooker who ‘borrows’ a regular client of another girl for the night after and finds out she has signed on for more than she bargained for. The lure of money leads her away from where her pimp has any power so she knows this has to be a big, easy score. What she finds though is not what she had been expecting. Waiting for her in the motel room is a well spoken man who is more interested in getting to know the girl than he is the sex. He has dinner ready for her, has wine, and wants to know about her, and who she is, something the girl is unused to. The night becomes a sort of date between the two and all is going well until the girl’s greed gets the better of her and she starts to snoop into a bag the man has in the bathroom. Finding supplies that look like they might be for a kidnapping, the girl knocks her client unconscious and calls her pimp who, despite his anger at her, wants the money in the john’s safe as much as she does. What the two of them don’t know though is that the man was once bitten by something and since that bite has slowly becoming less and less human. The money in the safe is to pay for the last treatment that will cure the man. As time slips away it falls to the young prostitute to decide whether she will remain true to the man that uses and abuses her or will take a chance on the one man that was kind to her, and her choice will mean life or death because the moon has risen, and the wolf is fast approaching.

This is a really solid film. Instead of relying on cheap special effects we have a pretty well acted character piece and the two leads are very good in their roles. There are some corny moments but overall it’s pretty solid. I appreciated that they didn’t even really focus on the horror of the film until near the end. As well made as the film is there are some unfortunate bumps along the way. Awkward sound issues, some awful shots of a digital moon, and a horrible ending really keep this from being not just decent but very good. It’s hard to fault the filmmakers completely though because they did a very good job otherwise. I truly applaud them for staying within a budget and making an effective film with it. Not at all what I expected.

While there are some issues it’s still worth a look and shows some real talent from the cast and crew. Let’s hope that this is just the first step in a long career.

6 out of 10

Bleading Lady

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I think I discovered a new type of movie, a new subgenre. No, it’s true. Torture Corn. Movies about torturing and killing people but which are not serious in the least. Hm, no, that isn’t right. Rats. I’ll work on it. Anyway, the movie that inspired this new idea for a subgenre is Bleading Lady, another ‘throwback’ horror film that wants to capture the carefree slasher fun of the ’80s but that doesn’t bring anything new on its own. The movie plays like a black comedy with the gory as the slapstick humor. While the movie is intentionally silly at times it doesn’t help that the movie really has little to offer the viewer save for some blood spray and cheesy dialogue, something that is all too common in the direct to video realm.

Bleading Lady follows a cantankerous every man who works as a driver for a movie production company, shuttling the actors and crew back and forth between the set and the hotel. What makes this fella different is his penchant for ultra-violence when he loses his temper. The driver is also a huge horror genre fan and when his favorite scream queen appears in his van under a pseudonym, part of the new shoot but wanting to hide the fact from someone stalking her, he realizes that he may finally be able to make the film he has always wanted to helm. As the filming progresses our driver finds it harder and harder to keep his cool around a crew of underpaid and under talented brats and the only thing keeping him calm is the time he can spend with his favorite actress. When the director pushes him a little too far though it becomes clear that this is one film that won’t make its finish date, and that he may have all the actors he needs for a masterpiece of his own.

Movies like this always boggle my mind because at seventy-five minutes it is not long at all yet there is no attempt made to create any characters here. The killer, who is our main character is ridiculous and seems as if he stepped out of one of the rape and revenge thrillers from the early eighties, and is just this side of sleazy and is not menacing at all. We never really get to know any of the characters, especially not the scream queen, who is the focus of the killer’s interest. So with the focus not on the characters, and certainly not on the story you would think that the gore and kills would be at the forefront but that isn’t the case either. The kills don’t really get going until the end, after a crazy shift where we lose a reel of film and have the screen go black so the killer can tell us that he will get to killing soon enough. It is a weird shift in the film and really put me off. After one kill though the rest of them are left to the end and none of them are particularly interesting. Throw in a cheesy twist at the end and you have a film all too typical of modern direct to video horror.

There are some that will have fun with this film, will get its riff on old school horror and its fast and loose plot but I can’t be counted among those. Even on the lowest of budgets something interesting can be made and this just doesn’t bring anything more than some spraying blood and a corny plot. And again, the heck of it is that this is an interesting story, an obsessed fan on one side, an actress in the middle, and a stalker on the other side. Not a bad set up. It’s a shame that it is simply a bad movie.

4 out of 10

Turn Down That Music You Darn Kids!

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I am deviating a little from the norm here and am going to talk about something I never really talk about and that is music. I never really talk about music because it is the one thing I love that I am really self conscious about because I know so many people who are musicians, were musicians, or just know music like mad, where I am just a fan that likes what I like and know what I know. But, being a fan of music I do have some thoughts on, go figure, and suddenly I felt the need to write about it. I happened across an article today about a classic rock icon and his serious concerns at the state of modern music. Reading the article and his view reminded me a lot of some of the things I have said myself. That was until I was driving around with the windows down and Nirvana playing in my CD player, then I remember why I loved music in the first place, and that there is no one truth in music. All there are, as with any arts, are opinions, are voices trying to give informed views on something that is truly all about taste.

I remember being in my early twenties and so downright angry at punk music that it made me sick. I didn’t get it, I didn’t want to get it, and I was mad that people I knew had such a connection to the stuff. Anything and everything punk made me downright angry. Now, a long time later I can only laugh at myself and my anger because once in a while I still feel the same way about certain things, the only difference is that I can step outside of that and see why I am so passionate about it. What it boils down to is the same things that attract us to some music are the things that push us away from other stuff. Music is sometimes more personal than we imagine and when it connects with us it is some sort of strange magic. For me, I just never connected with punk music, it didn’t speak to me, so in my inability to understand why people I knew loved the stuff I got frustrated. It was like seeing a color and being told it is the color green when I believe it to be the color blue. I fought it instead of just going with it and getting over it. And we all do that, we are myopic about what we like and love and feel passion for and cannot understand why others don’t see the same things that we do, feel the same things, and get mad when what we love is criticized. It is the same thing that makes us act stupid when there is music, or whatever, that we don’t like, naturally because we are all such keepers of the flame of taste, ya know.

With every era there comes new music trends, new bands to the fore and the old stalwarts start to fall from favor and this is just the nature of things. This is what happens. Kids don’t wanna be into the same music their parents aren’t into. Sure, they make come to appreciate the stuff as they get older and can discover it themselves but who wants to feel as if their parents understand them? No one, baby. And just as the seasons change, so too does the music industry and now that computers have become such a strong part of modern music styles are shifting at an increasing rate. With the internet, Twitter, My Space, Facebook, and all the other social networking out there trends come and go almost over night. Social media allows us immediate interaction with one another, and with the artists so we can post the song, the video, links to the band websites, and links to concert tickets. But with that connection to the artists and each other we are losing the connection to the music. The life of a single now is judged in weeks, not months, and not years. The radio used to turn us on to new music but now it just follows trends and milks each single until we cannot stand the song anymore. Hits, like blockbusters are predetermined, as are the stars. Music is about the machine, not the songs. That is the trouble.

It is easy to blame the computers and the technology but that is not what it killing what the older generations grew up listening to. Music will last, will survive, but the scary part is that the artists may not. We are in an era where the corporations are strangling the industry out of fear of piracy and they are not giving the artists the chance to find their audience. New artists are signed and dropped in a matter of months and the pressure becomes so strong that their single hit it is no wonder that the Internet and social networking is so important to these musicians. Without the luxury of MTV and a music television network sites like You Tube become the de facto outlets for videos and when you are an up and coming band and trying to get your video out there and have to compete against a video of a baby falling over, well, that makes it awfully hard to break through. The advent of the MP3 and digital music downloads has brought new revenue to the industry but better than that it has allowed musicians to take ownership of their music and so they can release, market, and distribute new work whenever they wish and can control it completely. The Internet and digital distribution lets the artist go around the industry but while that is a great start, the real money comes from live shows and that is still locked down when you get into bigger venues.

The shame of the short life of singles is that we are not connecting as deeply with as much music. Sure, we still connect, but the modern pop seems like a passing fad and we don’t pay as much attention as we used to. We are already told what songs are going to be hits so the magic of them rising up the charts isn’t there. And with the advent of the digital single downloads we are losing the art of the album. Once upon a time album art tied into and was part of the album and it went hand in hand with the music, the lyrics, and the photography to create a spell that, when you connected with a record, really tied you to the music and the band. Too often now releases are a mix of singles with no connectivity and at times little connection to the musician. And with that sort of trend rising, and no real feeder system to support new artists I can see why things would seem so dire.

What of the passion? Some decry. Where is the outrage? Where are the modern voices of protest? Still there, still there in the music. I admit that pop music is far more about partying and having fun that it used to be but that is probably more of a signpost for our times. We are in an era where terrorism seems rampant and every few months there is another mass tragedy that rocks the world. The economy is bad, the jobs dried up, and as a nation America is at a crossroads so is it any wonder that our music is more about having fun and letting loose? Past that though there are still the riotous anthems, the angry voices, and the fists in the air. Hip hop has long been a place to foster these voices and while you may not find them in the mainstream they are still driving the industry. Just as heavy metal and punk have always maintained the fire. Much of this sort of music is shrugged off by the critics because we seem to have less respect for personal politics and for ‘angst’ (the same stuff acts like Nirvana were applauded for and made millions on) than we do for music about the broader politics but it all leads down the same road. The fire is there, it just changes, and sometime fades over time. I still listen to angry, political music, but I don’t feel the same need to go fight the big, faceless enemy and instead work towards rebuilding the world in how I act and move forward.

Sometimes it really is hard to see the silver lining in the modern music industry and in modern music but then, we cannot judge music by what is always popular or played. That stuff serves its purpose, and is still valuable. Heck, pop music is as it has always been – fun music that you play at parties. But if we look past that, and some of us want and need to, we will find the music that still has the fight, the flourish, the cockiness, and the magic. For me, the band Goirillaz reminded me of what it was to fall in love with music, and how much wonder still exists out there. Yes, music is changing, it is evolving, but that is what it does, and has done since the beginning. How many decried the use of an electric guitar as the death of music? And that is just the tip of the iceberg. Music will always be a powerful way to tell stories and to show us the world through new eyes. What we need are more places for music to be found. More video outlets, more places to learn about the music, and artists with the guts to buck whatever the trend is and to just do what they do the best they can. As fans we obsess over sellout artists but the real sellout is the industry that forces artists into retirement or to change themselves because of what the passing trends are. Yes, sometimes music frustrates me but when it does I can always return to the stuff that reminds me how damn powerful the stuff is, and reminds me why it will last forever, no matter what it is made with and who is making it. And that is why music and books are similar, because how we get and enjoy both is changing, but that doesn’t make the works any less important or powerful.

And now…let’s remind ourselves why in some cases art will always beat industry, one way or another, just look at Ani DiFranco and the other indie artists out there who made careers by their own hands and own rules. Music will last because we need it, and always will. Music will last because it is love, and hate, and war, and peace, and hope, and dreams, and heartache and is everything it is to be human, and that will last as long as we last. And that is a pretty great lesson to end with, if ya ask me.

Manners, Manners!

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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear my friends, it really seems as if we have lost touch with some basic manners these days and it’s awfully disconcerting. I understand that we all forget from time to time to be polite, to consider the feelings of others and some of the other simple things that, in the heat of the moment or when we’re not paying attention we forget. But, just because we forget doesn’t mean that we should have, or have the right or reason to make a habit of this forgetfulness. Sometimes we make a decision to forget, and there’s the rub.

So, as I have mentioned about a half a million times, I have been doing art shows and conventions of one variety or another for a very long time, and in the past few years I have noticed a definite decline in manners. First it came with my books -

What is that?

Why do you write horror?

I don’t like horror.

On and on, and ok, that’s cool, it’s dispiriting but ok. It got worse when I started taking my art with me to shows and I started hearing how juvenile my style is. Or there are the disapproving head shakes. Some are even bold enough to tell me they don’t like the art. And it’s insane. It’s insane to think that these strangers are telling me how they think something I poured my heart into, something I spent hours working on, something I had to talk myself into showing is not worthwhile to them. Whhhhhat? Who ever said it was about ‘you’? Art is totally a ‘feel’ it thing, and if you feel it cool, if not, well, cool. Ya get over the idea that everyone is going to love what you are doing pretty early on or else you’re in for a lot of heartache, but nothing prepares you for the utter disdain you find in the gazes and comments of some people. I mean, can they imagine how it would be if someoen came to them and did the same things at their work, or on something they were passionate about?

Well, they don’t think about that, and that’s the problem.

To too many people what I and every other artist, writer, and creator out there are doing is not ‘work’, it is not a ‘job’, it is a hobby, and we tend to hold many of the hobbies of others in great disdain. We hold ourselves and our opinions in such high esteem, either honestly or as a way to stave off doubts we have in ourselves, but we seem to hold the opinions of others, especially people whose opinions differs from our own as if they are all but worthless. Art shows and convetions seem to really bring out the worst in people when it comes to this. People begin to feel as if they have the right to tell you they think you’re work is crap because they are doing you a favor by being there and looking at it in the first place. There’s this odd sense of entitlement when it comes to art where each person is an expert and their opinion is needed. Maybe they feel as if they are helping us, giving us unasked for tips. Or maybe it’s plan, old, simple meanness.

What it is though, really, beneath the glaze, it’s nastiness. We need to realize that behind every book, every movie, every song, every piece of anything created is a person or are several people who toiled over that work and were passionate about it and we need to remember that. Heck, there are LOADS of things I don’t even just dislike but outright hate but I try to be fair about it and I tell you what, if I was face to face with someone whose work I didn’t like I would certainly not make sure they knew how I felt. Why? Because it’s the decent thing to do. Unless someone asks us, they probably don’t need or want our opinion. We all like to get good feedback, that’s the ego in all of us, but what use is negative feedback unless it’s asked for or in the right place and time. For some reason we just don’t get that. We don’t get that our words, our nastiness can infect someone and make them stop doing something they love. It happened to me when I was a kid, when a bitter teacher told me I was no aritst. I essentially gave up art for over ten years. How sad and ridiculous is that?

All of us, whoever we are and whatever do deserve the respect to do what we do in peace. We are not always going to like, or appreciate, or even respect what the next person is doing but they deserve the same that we do, and that’s to be left the heck alone. Sure, you can have your opinion and you can tell others about it, but have the common decency to shut the heck up when you’re in front of the person because who are you to spit on someone’s dream?

c

The Fear of Success

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As hard as it is to consistently motivate yourself to keep pushing forward when you are working in the arts it makes it all the harder to know that your own community isn’t always pulling for you. I can understand and appreciate the competitive spirit that is inherent in all of us, and can also appreciate that art is a business and when people have that as their sole source of income then it will reach past the spirit into a real competition. I get all that. What I don’t get and don’t like is the sense of being the stupid cousin I get from writing organizations like the Horror Writer’s Association. Years ago I had looked into getting a membership into the organization and quickly found that I wasn’t what they were looking for. The yearly fees alone gave me pause but then I suppose most professional organizations have those but what stopped me dead were their restrictive membership requirements. To join you had to be published professionally, meaning you were paid by someone for your work and paid professional rates. Back then it was a matter of ‘well, duh’ for me. It was disappointing but shoot, it made sense.

It doesn’t make sense anymore.

The world has evolved.

I took a look at the requirements again and to even look at them is madness. It’s complicated, it’s lawyer talk, and it takes the fun out of writing horror in the first place. For me, I might fit into their narrow band because I was published professionally four times – three Bare Bones collections and Cthulhu Sex but I don’t know that I got paid at the ‘pro’ rate. So those neat feathers in my cap, two of which I was recognized for, could essentially be worthless because the publications didn’t have a higher budget. That’s what I get out of their restrictions. My books don’t count because they were self published. So it falls to the stories. And that sucks. It sucks because it embraces the glory days of writing and publishing that no long exist, and that’s the problem.

The world moved on and they haven’t.

Do I get that you don’t want every person out there that puts a book out or gets a story on a webzine into your organization, uh, sorta. I get that you want to keep some manner of professionalism and integrity, and if you are a professional organization then you want pro writers. Ok. Sure. Sadly, I think those numbers are falling rapidly. There are just not the writers, the markets, or the publishers out there that can or will support the old system so you are left with an aging professional circuit that isn’t reaching out for fresh blood. Not a key to longevity.

Maybe I am in the wrong. I mean, I am far from a professional but I have been writing for twenty years and despite my last three books being self published they are professional quality, and I would put them up against anything out there. Maybe they won’t be as good but I guarantee you that you’ll get an engaging story. It’s funny that I worked all those years to get published only to find no one interested yet I hear time and again that people like my work, and like my books. Heck, the recent recognition as Best In Blood proves that. Again, I see that you want to keep a reign on who you have representing you but every writer comes from somewhere and if you don’t cultivate the future then you’re short sighted and doomed. King threw his first novel in the trash, thinking it was awful. Lovecraft languished in the pages of pulp magazines. These are two seminal authors in the genre and someone had to believe in them to help make them legends. It takes talent, yes, but it also takes someone else believing in you. Sure, we need to believe in ourselves in the arts but if others don’t believe in you as well then you’re doomed. You need that encouragement. Without it you can simply throw it all away.

Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s me and the other writers, and other artists that won’t take ‘no’ as an answer. Maybe it’s those of us that have enough courage and belief in ourselves to find ways to get our works out there, even if they are uncommon and unconditional ways, and won’t accept that we are not part of the professional collective.  Maybe it’s time there was a place for the rest of us to work together, to band together, and to talk about how we can change the perceptions of the mainstream.

It’s a drag, as someone who takes his writing very seriously and who has been at it a while, to feel as if you’re forever stuck at the kiddie table. The facts are that the world of writing has changed, and to deny it is an utter lie. The way we read, the way we write, the way we publish has changed and we need to change with those times and need to start recognizing the work that is being put out by people who do not, who cannot write professionally. We need to recognize the people who, even if they are simply ‘hobbyists’ are putting out great work and who deserve to be the recognition of our peers. And sometimes, as artists, we must be the first to stand and applaud good work, important work, and must be the ones who bring the attention of others to those who go otherwise unnoticed. That is what being a professional is – taking the mantle of responsibility to champion and cheer those around you while you work to be the very best you can be. Maybe that’s what we need, not dismissal and clucking tongues but for our peers to help us join them in the ranks of the recognized.

c

Hooray for Awards

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I don’t really get much notice for my writing so any time that I do it’s a pretty special thing. This past week I was beset and accosted by two friends who came to my apartment with a camera and shocked me with a crazy impromptu podcast with me having to improv like crazy and they were there to tell me I had received the Best In Blood award for Season 4 of Horror Addicts.

Tee Hee!

Super surprised and super stoked. Like I said, I rarely get much notice in the broader realm so this was pretty awesome. And to be voted by the fans of that site means the world to me.

So, here’s the link to the podcast that announces it, as well as links to other podcasts I am featured on.

http://horroraddicts.net/

Robo Robb Interview

Author’s Read story reading

The story that won me Best In Blood

Super Fun interview with this guy

And the goods…Meep