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A Privatized World

4/8/2016

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Your house has caught fire. You and your family are able to escape intact, but you hadn't been able to afford fire insurance (or, perhaps, even just the deductible for the fire truck's arrival), so all you can do now is stand outside and watch the place--everything you own, everything you've built for yourself--burn to the ground. No one is coming to help you salvage what remains.

But you will be turned into an example, a selling point for all those like you who are currently uninsured or too poor to pay the extra when their times of need actually come.

Your neighbor's home was just broken into, the woman you've known for years brutally murdered. The motive is suspiciously unclear. Her police insurance--also your police insurance--carrier's rival company sends a representative to your door, letting you know how unsuccessful your current provider was in keeping this woman safe, making promises that only end up coming across as threats--will you be next? You know at this point that the break-in was staged by none other than the rival insurance company. Business has been slow, and they're looking to scare a few people into switching over to their company.

Outbreaks of deadly, antibiotic-resistance diseases have been reported in all of the less expensive elementary schools--which are ridiculously pricey in their own right. Your son will be attending kindergarten this year, and you can't afford any of the higher-priced schools. Do you take a chance on the only school you can afford, knowing you might be putting your child in mortal danger?

What choice do you have? All of these services have become fully privatized, and there are no programs to help offset the costs. Either you have the money or you don't.

And if you go into criminal debt over any of these costs, you will suffer the consequences: a debtors prison sentence to work off what you owe. You'll probably lose your job  while you're away, which means you'll probably also lose your home. It's against the law to be homeless, though--against the law to be a non-contributing member of society. Against the law to be in need. So, of course, back to prison you'll probably go.

There's been a lot of buzz lately about privatization versus socialism. Both have their merits and flaws, but rhetoric has trumped the realities behind both. Privatization means increased corporate power. If you have a decent amount of capital to your name, this absolutely works in your favor. Social democracy means higher taxes but more money put into social services (such as those I described above). If you belong to the middle or lower classes, your survival depends on many of these services remaining in the public sector.

With the upcoming election drawing ever nearer, these are issues we need to have some serious dialogues about. We cannot ignore their importance. So let's bring up these issues to friends, family, and peers. Let's argue the pros and cons. Let's think about what's important to us as a nation and take a stance. Let's do it without resorting to low blows, name calling, or rhetorical memes. Let's discuss these important issues like adults, and if need be, let's talk about what changes need to be made to our system.

Then, let's work together to fight for those changes.

I wrote The Private Sector as my way of contributing to the dialogue. It's the perfect conversation starter. Read it. Share it with your friends and family. Talk about the issues and how they relate to the current state of the nation. It is our responsibility as Americans to be involved in the directions our country takes. Let's be involved together.

Let's think. Let's talk. Let's bring the American dream back within the reach of all its citizens. We can make a difference. You can make a difference.
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New Release: THE PRIVATE SECTOR

4/18/2015

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After much anticipation, my loose prequel to World-Mart, The Private Sector, has finally been released. The Private Sector takes place roughly forty years before the beginning of World-Mart, back when corporations are still on the rise toward absolute rule; “deviants” are still “designer children,” society’s answer to the plagues of antibiotic-resistant diseases crippling the world; people still live aboveground; and the effects of climate change have only begun to show.

Imagine, if you will, a tax-free society. Government as we know it is nearly nonexistent. The public services we currently rely upon—police, fire departments, public works, primary and secondary schools—all belong to the private sector.

And none of it comes cheap.

Imagine your house happens to catch on fire. Better have the right insurance and enough money saved up for the co-pay, or your provider will let it burn. How about if someone breaks into your house? Same deal if you want the police to come running.

Just be careful—the provider wars are alive and well, and if you choose the wrong company, someone might just stop by to make an example of you to your neighbors.

I wrote The Private Sector in response to the rhetoric that circulated during the 2012 presidential elections, rhetoric about significant cuts to taxes and government size, rhetoric that took a decent idea and took it to its extreme.

My response: Be careful what you wish for….

About The Private Sector:

The world of corporate greed runs rampant after the government collapses, leaving police, fire, and social services in the hands of the wealthy. Debtor prisons for the lower and middle classes overflow and quarantine camps have filled to capacity, turning the streets into a personal battleground for terrorists fighting against a world headed toward ruin as resources run dry and civilization becomes ruled by The Private Sector.

“A versatile literary maestro, Lane’s characters breathe, her language sings, and her plotting is nothing short of remarkable. You owe it to yourself to give her a read, no matter what kind of fiction you like. You’ll love her work. I promise.” –Trent Zelazny, Nightmare Award-winning author of Fractal Despondency and Butterfly Potion

“In the tradition of 1984, Leigh M. Lane delivers a terrifying vision of the future—a horrific future that may not be so distant after all….” –Lisa Mannetti, Stoker Award-Winning author of The Gentling Box and Deathwatch

About the publisher:

Eldritch Press is a publishing company based out of San Antonio Texas. It is a relatively new, press, but its owner believes in building the company one person and one book at a time, with quality at the heart. Eldritch publishes different genres from fantasy, horror, contemporary women literature to poetry. The owner, Michael Randolph is a horror author and Active member of the Horror Writers Association. He is also a sponsor for the 2015 World Horror Convention.

The Private Sector is available in paperback through Amazon, but will soon be available through multiple retailers.


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The Jane in Me

9/12/2014

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I recently wrote a guest blog post titled “When the Protagonist Takes Over,” which is about the unintentional evolution of a story between concept and storyline and the actual finished draft. In it, I described my initial intentions for Jane versus the direction her series ended up taking, highlighting just how vastly different the two are.

While it can be fun to speculate how the characters or muses might influence a story, in all seriousness the changes come from somewhere within the author’s psyche. What influences that may or may not always be easy to pinpoint. When I thought about the changes that ended up occurring in Jane, I knew immediately they stemmed from unresolved issues I’d buried beneath a heap of forced strength. While writing should not function solely for the author, especially when it works to enable catharsis, sometimes it is appropriate to use bits of one’s past to fuel a particular work. I believe, in Jane’s case, this is one of those cases.

I’d known the recurring antagonist, who has so far presented himself solely in flashbacks and nightmares, was going to be abusive. I wanted Jane to have a dark past, something she’s worked over the past fifty years to overcome; however, I had no idea it was going to be this dark. Speaking as a woman who’s survived both physical and psychological abuse, I can say the flashbacks and nightmares never completely go away. When a human monster leaves a dark smudge on your soul, it can fade over time, but it’s always going to be there no matter how faint it becomes. In my case, that smudge is the commonality between the author and the character—and that commonality extends in Jane’s need to find the light within the darkness, to turn something terrible into the springboard for something good.

I don’t talk about this piece of my past often, but when I do, I remember the searing pain that came with having a cracked skull. I remember the bruises, the split lip, the torn rotator cuff. I remember the terror and the torture. I remember fearing for my life. This has not left me bitter though. I wish I didn’t have those memories, even though I’ve put them to good use. Collectively, they have made me an exceptionally compassionate, sympathetic person, and that’s the kind of person I wanted Jane to be. I know she wouldn’t be the character she is without my past to help forge it. Still, it is a part of my past I try to forget, even though it does slip through the mental barriers from time to time.

In Jane the Hippie Vampire: Hair, her own memories push their way to the surface with an intensity they hadn’t before presented. There were a couple of parts that disturbed me while I wrote them. And that intensity only grows in the next installment, Flower Power, which will be available solely in the four-episode bundle. Some of it was difficult to write, but I’ve come to realize Jane is more the tortured soul than I’d initially planned, and that’s okay.

About Hair:

In this third novella in the dramatic horror series, Jane the Hippie Vampire, Jane goes south for the winter, hoping to find reprieve in the forests of the Blue Ridge Mountains. A supernatural stalker of the shape-shifting variety has different plans, however. Will her new-found ally--a park ranger with secrets of his own--and his redneck family be enough to save her from a fate worse than undeath?



Jane the Hippie Vampire: Hair is available on Kindle.

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New Novella Series: JANE THE HIPPIE VAMPIRE

6/16/2014

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I'm happy to announce the first installment of my urban fantasy horror novella series, Jane the Hippie Vampire. Jane's a little different than much of my other writing, which tends to be more literary and sociological. She's a bit more down to earth--at least as down to earth as a burned out hippie can be. Thematically, she's a cross between the '90s Canadian cult series Forever Knight and the '70s hit television show Kung Fu.  While Jane's no Nick Knight or Kwai Chank Caine, her quest is reminiscent of both.

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About Jane the Hippie Vampire: Love Beads

She's broke and homeless. She's a vegetarian. She's undead. 

Jane has had one hell of a time ever since she bumped into the wrong guy during the Summer of Love, but she's taken it all in stride. Wandering from town to town, she seeks out the needy and the broken in hopes of breaking the curse that's left her bloodthirsty and forever seventeen. 

In Love Beads, Jane crosses paths with a middle-aged man who's encountered her kind before--but he seems happy just to have the company. Of course, appearances can be deceiving, and his secret might just prove to be the end of her.


Right now, you can get this first episode for .99 on Kindle.

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So Long (and Thanks for All the Fish)!

12/27/2013

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It’s been quite a year.  I don’t know about you, but 2013 was pretty extreme for me.  On the positive side, I made some good friends, saw a few of my short stories get published in some great anthologies, wrote both a prequel and sequel to World-Mart, and joined the Horror Writers Association.  On the not-so-positive, I endured the deaths of three very important people in my life and struggled to overcome the challenges related to some annoying and terrifying blind spots that had taken over about 10% of my left eye.
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2013, despite the good that came with you, I’m glad to see you go.  Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.

I really do have to say that this year has been by far the most trying I’ve ever survived—and that counts the nearly five years of physical and emotional abuse I suffered at the hands of a mentally ill ex and the eight months I spent bedridden with Lyme disease and Lyme-induced lupus.  Still, I’ve learned a lot this year.  I learned that I’m even stronger than I thought I was.  I learned that sometimes you don’t get to forgive someone who’s hurt you on your own terms (because death strikes on its time, not ours).  I learned that life and the connections we make are far more precious than I’d previously believed.

For those who don’t know me, thanks for reading.  Some pretty personal stuff is coming, stuff that probably won’t interest you.  It’d be pretty cool if you kept on reading, but I’m not going to hold you to it.  For those who do know me, those who have some kind of emotional investment in who I am and where I’ve been, I thank you for your love and support.  What follows is a doozy.  Here goes:

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Christmas day marked the six-month anniversary of my mother’s untimely death.  She’d been 57 when the heart attack had struck.  My youngest sister found her lifeless body the following morning.  I had not been on speaking terms with my mother for a few years.  I’d felt the need to punish her for being … well, for being her.  More specifically, I’d felt the need to punish her for the mental illness that had made her a sub-par mother and sometimes an even worse friend.  Still, she’d had a good heart.  She’d meant well.  She really hadn’t ever had the chance to develop the skills needed to be a well-rounded adult.  Her mother had died when she was 19; her father, too caught up in his own grief, had abandoned her and her two sisters shortly thereafter.  She’d had to play life by ear.  In many ways, she never stopped being a child.  She’d hurt me more times than I could count.  I’d refused to forgive her.  I will have to live with the resulting lack of closure for the rest of my life.

Nearly eight months to the day, I lost someone who’d filled in for the empty spot most would designate as “son”; he’d have turned 15 the month after his death.  Some of you might stop reading here when you learn that he was a cat.  Those of you who ever knew him will know he was so much more than that.  “Kitty” (he named himself—another story for another time) would have given you the stink-eye if you’d treated him like a feline.  While he knew that’s exactly what he was, he strove to overcome species and form.  Tommy and I used to jokingly call him our Pinocchio Cat—there was no question he’d longed for nothing more than to be a “real boy.”  He’d taught himself to use doorknobs. 
 

He’d taught himself to say a limited number of words—in English.  (Tommy had thought me insane when I first shared our little secret, as before then Kitty had only spoken for me—until shortly after we’d moved in with him, Kitty led him to the sink and very clearly asked him for “wa-er.”)  If you treated him like a cat, he’d slink away, mortified and hurt.  He’s the reason Tommy and I got together, and telling this story always makes me smile.
As I shared above, I’d been in an especially brutal relationship.  More specifically, I’d left said relationship with a cracked skull, split lips, and bruises covering at least 90% of my body.  Needless to say, I’d left the man with some trust issues, issues so severe I didn’t date for three years.  Then came Tommy.  He was the neighbor across the way, a really neat guy my twin sister (with whom I lived at the time) had taken to inviting over regularly for dinner.  She and Tommy were far from a decent match (much to her dismay), but the two of us were a perfect pair.  I kept the walls between us though, terrified that he too might transform into a monster if I were to open myself up to him.  Enter Kitty.  Just as broken as I’d been from the abuse, Kitty had become deathly terrified of nearly everyone, but especially of men.  In fact, my twin sister and her daughter were the only people other than me who could so much as touch him.  That all changed the night Tommy and I were hanging out—and Kitty plopped down in front of him and offered his stomach for Tommy to rub.  They were best pals from that moment on.  Moreover, Kitty’s trust in Tommy said something to me.  He saw something I’d refused to let myself see: Tommy was a kind, gentle, loving man—and my perfect match.

When Kitty died from an incurable infection he’d caught at the local veterinary clinic, life seemed to stop.  Everything changed.  Tommy and I (and Kitty’s sister, Kadie) still grieve his loss.  It’s so unfair such a special person—and I mean that in the most definitive of terms—left this earth in such a terrible way.  His illness was horrific.  No one, the least of whom being someone like him, deserved to die in such a terrible way.  But life had to go on.


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Last month, a close friend of mine also passed away.  Her death was deemed undetermined.  Her husband simply found her dead.  They say things like this come in threes.  I truly hope that is true, because I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more.

Despite all of the loss, I’ve clung to my will to write.  I’ve allowed the pain to fuel me just as much as it’s held me back.  Some decent stories have arisen from the horrors, and for that I’m grateful.  Horror comes from various inspirations.  Sometimes the greatest horror comes from places that are deeply personal, painful, and life-changing.  Much of my horror comes from a place very deep and real.  Perhaps one day I’ll share the inspirations behind some of my darkest stories.

Anyhow, I’ve rambled on long enough.  I commend you if you’ve actually made it this far and thank you for taking an interest in my bizarre world.  In a nutshell, it’s been a crazy life.  This last year has been particularly trying.  I survived, though, and I’ve emerged stronger, smarter, older.

And do I have some stories yet to share with you … 2014, hold onto your hat.  We have some important business, you and I.


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Leigh A to Z

8/15/2013

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So, the Aussie Zombie got this from Jamie at The Perpetual Page-Turner, who came up with an awesome idea—the A to Z Book Survey.  I loved the idea and thought it would be a fun way to let you all know a little more about me beyond what I write/analyze/critique.

Author you’ve read the most books from:
Stephen King.

Best Sequel Ever
Starmaker by Olaf Stapledon (a very loose sequel to Last and First Men, only connected by an expansion of theme, not by plot or protagonists).

Currently Reading
Deathwatch by Lisa Mannetti.

Drink of Choice While Reading
Café mocha.

E-reader or Physical Book?
I love collecting physical books, although I prefer more and more to read on my Kindle because I can adjust the font size.

Fictional Character You Probably Would Have Actually Dated In High School
Holden Caulfield; I was a pretty messed up teenager.

Glad You Gave This Book a Chance:
Indiahoma by A. Ray Norsworthy.

Hidden Gem Book
The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse by Louise Erdrich.  The most amazing book I’ve ever read.

Important Moment in your Reading Life
Reading Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut—it inspired my love for dystopian literature.

Just Finished
I’d rather not say.

Kinds of Books You Won’t Read
Romance.

Longest Book You’ve Read
I’m not sure.

Major book hangover because of
Writing Finding Poe; it was a wild ride, one that left me brain dead for some time after finishing it.

Number of Bookcases You Own
Four.

One Book You Have Read Multiple Times
Butterfly Potion by Trent Zelazny.

Preferred Place to Read
Curled up in bed.

Quote that inspires you/gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read
“When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.” – Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

Reading Regret
Reading far too many novice Indie authors’ books (i.e. self-published first novels and the like).  There are some great diamonds in the rough, but too many of them have been so awful I’ve actually gotten angry that I’d committed to reading them.

Series You Started and Need to Finish (all books are out in series)
The Joe Grey series by Shirley Russeau Murphy; it’s a charming series.

Three of your All-Time Favorite Books
The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse by Louise Erdrich
The Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
The Autobiography of Malcolm X

Unapologetic Fangirl for
Marvel comic books.

Very Excited For This Release More Than All the Others
My current work in progress, The Private Sector.

Worst Bookish Habit
Editing grammatical errors in the books I read.  People’s use of grammar these days is atrocious, and I cannot help but take notes when I start to see the errors piling up.  I then offer the author my list, as well as an educated critique, which is not always well received.  I’ve actually made a few enemies over it.  Still, I cannot stop.  I’m far too honest (and critical) for my own good.

X Marks The Spot: Start at the top left of your shelf and pick the 27th book
Foe by J. M. Coetzee.

Your latest book purchase
Plague Nation by Dana Fredsti.

ZZZ-snatcher book (last book that kept you up WAY late)
Poe’s Mother by Michael Meeske.
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If I Only Had a Name

7/27/2013

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It’s fascinating to watch social trends as they unfold, shift, and pave the way for the ones to follow.  People are pack animals, most following the leader wherever he or she might take them, allowing popularity alone to dictate their own choices in taste and opinion.  I think about the whole Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon, how just the right people decided the series was worth shouting about and somehow turned a mediocre-at-best collection of fan fiction into a bestseller.  More recently, J. K. Rowling flipped the fate of her recent mystery novel, taking it from nowhere to the top of the charts by outing herself as Robert Galbraith.

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It gets a person like me, a relative nobody, thinking about what it actually takes to stake any real claim on the author’s frontier.  Moreover, how many exceptional books are going unread by the masses simply because they were never discovered by one of the ever-influential pack leaders?  Popular brands sell.  Stephen King could write a story about a haunted fig tree and it would sell millions.

I’ve never been popular on any front.  I was the loner in school, the kid picked last in dodge ball, the girl who couldn’t start a trend if her life depended on it.  How many others are there who are just like me, with much to contribute but no pack leaders touting their merits?  How many potential Stephen Kings are out there who will never realize their potential simply because they lack either the right connections or the right luck to be read by someone influential enough to put them on the map?


I know nearly every author out there has faith in his or her writing, so I’m not unique in that regard.  I’m not unique in feeling that I deserve my fair shot.  I’m anything but unique in my desire to make my mark in the literary world.

What I am, however, is unique—period.

Is that alone worth your readership … or are you waiting for the pack leaders to tell you what the next big trend will be to follow?


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Fox's THE FOLLOWING was Brilliant, No Matter What Anyone Else Says

1/21/2013

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I could spend a few hours looking for photos that fall within public domain, but in this case, I believe content is more important than any possible pictures or files.

I sit at my desk, struggling to catch my breath, in awe over the literary brilliance that went into the first episode of Fox’s new series The Following.  I have read pre-release reviews on the show, and they have been as varied as the speculations portrayed in Poe’s art.  Denver Post television critic Joanne Ostrow writes, “[The Following’s creator] seems to be treading a familiar path but with a more adult sensibility. [Kevin Williamson has] left the vampires behind, kept the scream-worthy horror and added some smart plotting.”  In stark contrast, The Washington Post’s reviewer, Hank Stuever writes, “…I realized: ‘The Following’s’ fundamental problem is neither its gore nor its brutality; it’s the display of arrogance. Tangled up in easily avoidable clichés of the genre, this is a show that is entirely too pleased with itself and its pretentious concept. It’s not that we’ve become numb. It’s that we’ve become dulled."

“Pretentious” is often a term used by those who are too ill-educated or unsophisticated to appreciate the brilliance or depth of a particular work.  Stuever clearly doesn’t know his Poe, nor can he appreciate the literary merit that has gone into the series pilot.  As both a well-read student of Poe and an artist, I can say with certainty that Stuver has no idea what he’s talking about.  He’s poorly misinformed, a fact easily discerned by anyone who has any background in the genre.

It is with great irony that I begin with the response to the antagonist’s first novel, which he himself calls “literati pretense.”  He understands the gap between art and perception, and the writers take this concept to its own level.  Clearly, its naysayers have no clue of the brilliance they review.  While they cover the ramblings of a madman, unaware of the literary implications, the most important being the realization of one of Poe’s greatest fears: falling into the chasm of insanity.  Poe also often used the theme of the (often insane) “unreliable narrator” to express ideas far beyond the scope of his characters.  Anyone who has studied Poe will know that the themes explored by The Following explores themes only barely touched by many of Poe’s works.  “The Black Cat,” “The Tell-Tale Heart,” and “The Raven” are three stories mentioned by name, but beyond story titles and thematic implications, the mere mention of these stories says something important about the series and where it is going.

Starting from importance, “The Tell-Tale Heart” hints at the physical issues implicated through other characters’ dialog.  Retired FBI agent Ryan Hardy obviously has some kind of health issue related to his heart, an issue that will surely reveal itself in greater detail in episodes to come.  Ryan is also a clear parallel to Poe’s deductive amateur detective Auguste Dupin.

The symbolism included in the series premiere is as important as any other aspect one might analyze.  Hardy’s discovery of not only Carroll’s part in the continuing murders, but the connection to Poe’s works in his followers, suggests “The Murders of Rue Morgue,” as well as other prominent Poe works.  The significance of “Rue Morgue” demonstrates the implication of Carroll’s ability to reduce his followers to the mental state of an orangutan—capable of great destruction but unaware of the effects of their mayhem.

By connecting the murders with the unfinished work, Poe’s “Lighthouse,” the writers make a point about the power of words.  Poe died after writing three pages of “The Lighthouse,” and yet Carroll is able to harness the power Poe has left behind and use it against his fellow man.  There is repeated reference to “The Black Cat,” as well as reference to the often poorly understood “The Cast of Amontillado.”  By referencing the lost clues that might reside behind closed walls, the story's authors offer deep commentary on what is versus what is perceived, an offshoot of Poe’s strong themes of the unreliable narrator.  When Carroll refers to Hardy as “the flawed hero,” he speaks not only of the ex-agent who has lost sight of his greatest nemesis’ intent.  This, of course, plays upon the literati philosophy of author intent.  The gay couple draws attention from the babysitter, the babysitter represents the “unfinished work” portrayed in Poe’s unfinished short story “The Lighthouse,” and Carroll’s antagonistic leads play against Hardy’s predetermined views about the serial killer and the power he holds over all he’s affected.

The only other thing made clear is that Carroll is intent on creating a Poe-inspired masterpiece of his own by riding the coattails of the Gothic horror master.  Whether or not he will succeed lies in the hands of The Following’s writers.  I suspect they have a decent idea of what they’re going.  Whether or not the general audience will identify with the brilliance the writers are tapping into remains to be seen.

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Contest: How Many Poe References Can You Find?

1/17/2013

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As most of you already know, my Edgar Allan Poe-inspired novel Finding Poe contains references to over twenty-five of his best (but some not so well known) works.  Are you a Poe fan?  Think you can name the most references?

If so, send me a private message with your list using the web form on my Contact page.  The winner, whom I’ll announce at the end of the month, will receive a signed paperback copy of Finding Poe, a signed cover art postcard, and a cover art refrigerator magnet.

Remember, Finding Poe is only $0.99 on Kindle through the anniversary of his birthday (January 19).


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It's Poe week at BOOKISH FRIENDS!

1/16/2013

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Do you love Poe as much as I do? If so, you'll enjoy this video released today through Bookish Friends. It opens with avid reader Bunny Cates reciting Poe's haunting poem, "Alone," and then cuts to a mini biography of Poe's writing and motivations recorded by yours truly. 
Thanks again to Bunny Cates for inviting me to join in on this fun, Poe-filled venture!
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