I’m a writer. Author even, though that sounds a bit fancy to me. What’s with the skulls and graveyard stuff? I like death. It’s part of the circle of life and all that jazz. It’s the things that happen within that circle that most fascinate me.
In my stories, the hero usually dies. Why? It’s most often the logical conclusion. Okay, they don’t all die, but a higher-than-average number snuff it. The high-brow answer? I’m partial to the classical tragic hero. There’s evil in the world and bad guys should always get their comeuppance. Sometimes, regular guys find themselves in extra-ordinary circumstances and become grudging heroes fighting insurmountable odds to make that happen. They don’t always get to reap the rewards. Art reflects life.
Why do I write at all? Hmmm… Remember that weird kid in grade school who whipped through all the readers and then won contests for story writing, but couldn’t talk to you at recess? You know, the librarian’s helper? Yeah, hi. I have no real answer that would make sense except when I don’t write, I get weird. Current theory is it siphons off some of the insanity, but let’s not poke at that, shall we?
Commercial copy writing for live radio during the late 80’s burned that whole “the-moon-and-stars-need-to-be-in-the-correct-allignment-whilst-I-set-upon-a-cushion-next-to-a-waterfall-before-I-can-be-creative” thing out of me pretty quick. Thirty years later? I can write on a crowded subway car in downtown Toronto – the location makes no difference when I’m in writer mode.
My comfort zone is historical fantasy, heavy on the history for accuracy and usually with a side order of mythology. Speculative is right up there, too, because that’s nearly the same thing to me, just a different perspective. Really, I’m just a hired gun and will edit or write anything to pay the electric bill outside of my long fiction. Guilty purple prose pleasure? Mickey Spillane. Don’t judge! Tolkien, Arthur C. Clarke, Morgan Llywelyn, Heinlein, Anne Rice, Michael Crichton, Colleen McCullough, Jeffery Deaver, Mary Stewart and John Jakes all rock. Though in a much less purple way – obvie.
Still digging Stephen King and have been following him since the first book if you can believe that. Do you remember that far back? When you had to wait for him to finish the next one and it would be like a desert during which you’d be forced to read everything else in the fiction section of the library, a lot of which consisted of only hackneyed murder mysteries, because that’s all the little library had?
There was no online Amazon or Indigo back then, y’know. I remember, and I can tell you, it sucked.
I dabble in film, too. Why? Maybe because it’s fun to see the pictures in my head show up somewhere else? My partners and I work out of our production company, Bony Fiddle Entertainment. The avenue for our combined creative insanity while promoting indie artists and film makers. I don’t remember how that came about now, but I’m sure there was alcohol involved. Probably tequila. With lemon, not lime, please. Which, by the way, also goes quite well with those really cheesy black-and-white ‘B’ horror films like “The Head That Wouldn’t Die” or “Village of the Damned”.
Tall ships are fabulous as are their pirate crews. So are mummies, samurai warriors, gladiators, druids and dragons. I have no idea why capes went out of style and I believe that all wars should be fought by hand-to-hand sword fighting. So you have to look into your enemy’s eye before you decide to kill him. Just a thought.
So they didn’t have toilet paper or Tim Hortons, but some things about the old days just worked. I think there’s something in those days we’ve lost. Maybe it’s the belief in magic. And I say we need that.