Meet the Author: Peter John

Today, we’re talking to our friend from the UK, Peter John. Now, besides having two first names, Peter is a talented writer and a social media guru. Sit back, relax, but don’t let your guard down too much as his characters just might come to life.

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You’re the author of DEAD MEDIUM. How would you describe the book in only three words?

Grumpy Old Ghost

Share your favorite passage from the book in one paragraph or less.

“I think we should start by lighting some candles,” Barbara suggested.

“Always with the candles, I don’t see how they help?” Victoria groaned. Barbara pulled four small, red tea-light candles from her bag.

“They work I tell you!” Barbara said as she placed the candles on the table. She put coasters underneath them to protect the wooden surface.

“How do you know?” Victoria asked, “Have you ever tried without them?”

“We have never had a reaction from the spirit world without them,” Margaret pointed out. Victoria looked over at her.

“We have never been without them to know!” Victoria said. Deborah put her hand in the air.

“I quite like them; I think they’re rather pretty,” she announced.

“They calm the spirits and make them more amiable and approachable”. Barbara explained as she begun to light the candles. May watched the candles burn and felt no calming effects; she was more worried about them becoming a fire hazard. Penny seemed to like them, however, so maybe Barbara did have something there.

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You’ve been presented with the opportunity to be a best-selling author but can never write again or write forever but never have a bestseller. Which scenario sounds more tempting?

This one is a bit tricky. I would love to become a best selling author if only for the opportunity to spend more time writing. Obviously this question wouldn’t allow me to do that so I guess I would have to go for the other option. Becoming a best selling author is not the be all and end all for me. As long as there is someone out there enjoying my books then I feel that I have achieved what I set out to achieve.

If you could live on a college campus and never leave or in a small town but be able to travel, which one would you choose?

I would choose the small town. I live on the outskirts of London but I would be much happier living in a small town or village that nobody has ever heard of.

Okay, how about America or Canada?

Canada. I always envision beautiful open countryside when ever I think of Canada.

Who is your favorite 90’s band (I’m thinking Counting Crows, Blink 182, Hootie & the Blowfish)?

Blur. I love their punchy tunes and humorous lyrics.

And what about your favorite comedy on TV (I love The Office and Seinfeld)?

The list goes on! Red Dwarf, Only Fools and Horses, Black Books, Spaced, The Big Bang Theory, The Vicar Of Dibley to mention a few. 

Is there anything you’re currently working on?

My Current WIP is called ‘Just Medium’ which is a spin-off/sequel to ‘Dead Medium’. I am also working on extending ‘The Trump Diary’ which is the diary of May Elizabeth Trump’s life before ‘Dead Medium’.

Who is your favorite author and if you could ask him/her one question, what would it be?

Piers Anthony and my question would be: Is Xanth real and would I need a visa to go there?

Lightning round:

Ocean or mountains? Ocean

Peaches or plums? Peaches

Skittles or M & M’s? Peanut M&Ms, hold me back!

Happy or sad ending to a novel? Happy every time. There is enough sad in the real world.

Beer or wine? Beer. Silly question.

Flying or driving? Flying. It’s faster and I don’t have to concentrate. I used to like driving but now I avoid it if I can.

Edgar Allan Poe or Walt Whitman? Edgar Allan Poe. Creepy and suggestive horror. Atmospheric, chilling and no more gore than it needs.

You’re stranded on a desert island and you can take two things with you as well as two people. What and who are you bringing?

For a start, I would only bring one person. It would be nice to get some time alone with my wife. We live with my elderly mother and are constantly surrounded by other people’s children. Don’t get me wrong, we love them all to bits, but sometimes it would be nice to spend some time alone, just the two of us. As for what I would bring. I guess food and water would be the most sensible answer but a pen and some paper always comes in handy.

You’re able to sit down with any leader in world history. Who would you choose, what would you talk about, and would you rather have him over to your house or meet at their place of royalty

Winston Churchill. I would like to meet with him at No.10 and would mainly talk about his experiences as an author. Obviously WW2 would enter the conversation but he was a writer before and after he was prime minister.

You can wish for one thing and one thing only, not world peace and no more wishes. What’s it gonna be?

Immortality, I would love to see how the future turns out.

 

Peter John was born in Bromley Kent, England in 1973. He gained an interest in creative writing at the age of 14 and was published during the 1990’s in several poetry anthologies. Happily Married to Jo since 1996 and currently living in Sidcup Kent, not so far from the tree.

Dead Medium

The deathly silence is about to be broken. She disliked the company of others and death did little to warm her spirit. She had led an independent life and she faced death in much the same way. She was finally alone, finally free from the mindless babble of others, at least that’s what she thought. May Elizabeth Trump was the rarest of spirits and she was none too happy about it either. She was a dead medium, a ghost who can speak with the living, and her services were to become in great demand. Flung into the limelight and smothered with unwanted attention, May soon discovers that it is not only ghosts with long awaited messages that have taken an interest in her. Something dark was lurking in the shadows, stalking her. Even the dead are not left to rest in peace. Dead Medium: A humorous, character driven story and a unique vision of life after death. Not your average ghost story.

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Dead Medium Site

The Trump Diary

Peter on Twitter

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Meet the Author: Craig Hart

Today, I have the pleasure of introducing you to a talented writer and friend of mine, Craig Hart. He’s authored books, runs a magazine, and even a publishing company. He’s a man of many talents and will force you to open a dictionary once or twice. Enjoy getting to know Craig as he has a wealth of information/knowledge/and entertainment to offer.

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You’re the editor of a magazine, run a publishing company, and have a new book coming out. My first question is: When do you sleep?

Writing and the literary world can be a tough taskmaster and will take as much time as you’ll give it. There was certainly a time when sleeping and other basic human needs (like eating) would be forgotten in the rush to accomplish. But I’ve been learning (and trying to practice) that carving out “me” time, which includes sleeping, eating, and spending some time with family and friends, is vital to my productivity and overall health. It probably has something to do with getting older, too. The break-neck pace is tougher to maintain these days!

Tell us a little about your writing endeavors including a line/passage from your upcoming book, THE WRITER’S TUNE-UP MANUAL, that the world needs to read.

One of the things that suffered most during the period in which I was starting the magazine and publishing company was my own writing time, so I’ve been excited to get back into it. The Writer’s Tune-Up Manual is the first personal project I’ve put out since then and is not only a product of the experience gained through my own years of writing, but also that which I’ve seen in the countless submissions to both The Rusty Nail and Sweatshoppe Publications. I see the mistakes that writers make and The Manual is a composite of writing exercises that target the areas that seem to be the weakest among the writers I’ve read. By the way, I don’t write this book on the pretense that I’m the best writer in the world, but when you read as many failed manuscripts as I do, you get a sense of what’s going wrong with them…the mechanics, the techniques.

The following is a passage from The Manual, taken from an exercise called “Thou Spelunker.” I think this principle is vital and it took me an embarrassingly long time to learn it: “…plot is character. Your plot will never be any better than the characters who populate it. Learning to connect the two is the key.”

You’ve been presented with the opportunity to be a best-selling author but can never write again or write forever but never have a bestseller. Which scenario sounds more tempting?

Oh, man, no contest. Write forever without a bestseller. I always tell people, “If you’re writing for the money, don’t.” And I still believe that. Writers (and here I’m talking about the writer as an artist) are born, not made. You can and should improve at the craft, but that insatiable desire to write is a natural beast.

If you could live on a college campus and never leave or in a small town but be able to travel, which one would you choose?

Even though I dig education and college campuses, I have to choose small town and travel. I love small towns. They are a wealth of character source material and I like the peace and quiet. I also like to travel, so living in one small place forever would be hard for me.

Okay, how about New Zealand or Scotland?

Scotland.

Who is your favorite 90’s band (I’m thinking Counting Crows, Blink 182, Hootie & the Blowfish)?

I’ll take Collective Soul for $200, Alex, er, Jackson.

Nice choice!

And what about your favorite comedy on TV (I love The Office and Seinfeld)?

That’s tough to answer, because I go through stages of adoration followed by indifference. I have liked Family Guy, The Office, Arrested Development, King of Queens, and Rules of Engagement just to name a few. Oh, and American Dad and Parks and Recreation. I am a fickle television viewer. About the only thing I’ve remained steady on is football, which returns on August 9, by the way.

Is there anything you’re currently working on?

Why, yes! I am currently writing a novel entitled Mosquito Bay, which is about a boy named Jimmy who discovers some troubling things about his family, including his mother’s death. It’s a gritty tale, but honest, as we watch Jimmy struggle to grow up in the shadow of his family’s dark past. It’s scheduled to release in December 2013.

Now that’s a novel I want to read 🙂

Who is your favorite author and if you could ask him/her one question, what would it be?

Mark Twain. I’d probably ask him how he handled criticism of his work. Even though his books were popular even in his own day, he was not without his detractors. I think it would be nice to get some insight from such a great mind.

Lightning round:

Ocean or mountains? Ocean

Peaches or plums? Peaches

Skittles or M & M’s? Skittles

Happy or sad ending to a novel? Happy

Beer or wine? Beer

Flying or driving? Driving

Edgar Allan Poe or Walt Whitman? Poe

You’re stranded on a desert island and you can take two things with you as well as two people. What and who are you bringing?

Hmmm…well, assuming I can find food and fresh water on the island, I’m going to take a ream of blank paper and a package of long-lasting ink pens so I can continue my Work-in-Progress. As far as people go, I will take my wife (and best friend) Kim and my cat Gracie. (I know cats aren’t people, but Gracie vociferously disagrees.)

You’re able to sit down with any president in United States history. Who would you choose, what would you talk about, and would you rather have him over to your house or meet at the White House?

I’d love to have Teddy Roosevelt stop over at my place for a beer and a cigar. Not because I think he was the greatest president ever, but because I think he’d be incredibly entertaining!

You can wish for one thing and one thing only, not world peace and no more wishes. What’s it gonna be? 

I wish you’d let me choose either world peace or more wishes. Hahaha…no, seriously. I wish more people would make the decision to follow their dreams or their “bliss,” as some put it these days. There is something truly liberating about doing what you’re meant to do. It’s certainly a scary thing, since this often means getting way outside your comfort zone, but I have found that it’s well worth it.

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Craig’s Website
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Craig Hart is a writer, editor, and publisher. His prose and poetry have been published both traditionally and independently. His love of language goes back to the day he learned to read. He read voraciously as a child, edited the high school journal, and wrote short stories during his teen years. At college he edited the campus newspaper. Once out of college, he began a popular online book review service. In 2007, he withdrew from reviewing to focus his attention on writing. Early in 2012 he founded The Rusty Nail literary magazine for which he serves as editor-in-chief. He is also the publisher for Sweatshoppe Publications. Hart is a member of the American Society of Authors and Writers and the Rockford Writer’s Guild. He lives in Rockford, Illinois with his wife Kimberly in a house owned by their cat, Gracie.

Meet the Author: T.A. Brock

Today, we’re sitting down with a zombie-loving writer who will try her best to get under your skin. Enjoy getting to know T.A. Brock and her amazing books that hail from the heart of America.

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You’re the author of THE DEAD OF ASHER series. Share a line/passage with us that the world needs to read from FATAL, which was just released in June. 

So many to choose from… but I guess I’ll go with a super sappy one. *Disclaimer- FATAL is a different kind of zombie book. These guys live amongst unsuspecting humans since they don’t deteriorate until they reach old age. They also eat raw animal meat as opposed to human flesh. I just wanted to put that out there in case anyone got skeeved out by the human/zombie (almost) kissing scene ;)*

“I was wrong, earlier, and I’m sorry. Cori, I’m sorry.” She could never know how much. Words weren’t enough to describe his remorse. Her tears were tearing him up inside. They smelled like the ocean, carried the same sorrow the ocean carried in with each new wave. And when he’d first touched them, his cells had sucked up the liquid just like they would water. But instead of refreshing him, it had seared him down to the soul. It burned, badly. But he would take the pain.

“It’s okay, really. Like I was saying—“

“I was jealous,” he blurted. He wasn’t sure why but he needed to tell her, to explain himself. “I was jealous because you chose your friends.”

Her brow furrowed until there was a little crease between her eyes. “Why?” It came out a broken whisper.

This was the part he didn’t want to tell her because it didn’t make much sense. But he owed her the truth.  “I wanted you all to myself.” Her eyes went wide at that bit of information, her face flaring red—and still, she was crying. He caught the drops with his knuckles as they fell from her cheeks, his skin doing its job absorbing them and making them part of his being. Inside, he felt the burn of her grief anew.

“It can’t be like that,” she said quietly.

He knew that. Oh boy, did he know that. He wasn’t even sure why he wanted it to be like that, but he suddenly did. It was like that conversation with Leiv hadn’t ever happened. As if… he would start pretending, living a lie just to be with her.

Why couldn’t he be normal? Right now, it felt more important than ever. Because if only he was a normal guy…

He nodded because he couldn’t get his voice to work. Whatever he wanted didn’t matter because she was telling him no. And why shouldn’t she. He was awful and she knew it. He’d done nothing to disprove that fact. And most of all, they didn’t make sense together. It was as he’d thought from the beginning: they were ill-matched. Except she wasn’t the problem; he was.

Cori swallowed hard, her tears beginning to dry up. Her face was hot but it was a sweet sensation against his palm. He couldn’t pull his hand away even though it was no longer needed.

“Relationships don’t work like that,” she said carefully, almost like she was afraid to say the words. “If… if we are gonna be…” Her voice cut off leaving him hanging like cat off a tree branch. The word “if” resounded over and over like a chant in his mind. What was she saying? Did she want to be closer to him, the way he wanted to be with her? Did she feel the draw, the pull, like he did?

Oh, how he wished she didn’t. But oh, how he wished she did. Two sides of the same coin. If she flipped it, where would it land?

Grayson knew he should leave right then, before she finished. He should get up and walk out and never ever speak to her again. He was bad. An abomination. And she was sweet and sensitive and… good. She was good, he knew it. He would ruin her if she let him. She was his save after all, it was her destiny. Unless he could make himself stay away from her.    

Looking into her soft blue eyes and hanging on her last word as if it was his life breath, he didn’t think he could. How could he?

Her mouth was parted just a little, warm breath escaping and taking the chill from his skin, their faces were so close. His thumb found her full bottom lip—it was effortless, his hand was already caressing her cheek—and went back and forth over the soft surface. He desperately wanted to taste her lips—watching her eat ice cream had been downright unbearable. But he couldn’t kiss her with his mouth. Not the same mouth that consumed raw flesh. Not the mouth of a Zombie. Hers was too perfect. It would be akin to an angel being kissed by a demon.

There had to be a way. Maybe if he was good too… he wouldn’t ever be like her but maybe he could try to atone for what he was… somehow.

I’ll be better, he thought. I can do better, try harder. When she nodded, he realized he’d said it out loud. But he couldn’t take it back. What had been meant as a silent promise was now a declaration. And really, that was okay because somehow he knew he would always try to be better for her. Maybe one day he would be able to leave her alone—inevitably the day would come when he would have to tell her what he’d become or leave her—but today was not that day.

Just then her eyes fluttered and a shy smile curved her lips up. “Does this mean you changed your mind about being friends?”

“If you couldn’t tell, I’m not very good at the friend thing. It’s why I have such a friend deficit.” He hadn’t changed his mind at all—he had no interest in being her friend. He wanted more.

You’ve been presented with the opportunity to be a best-selling author but can never write again or write forever but never have a bestseller. Which scenario sounds more tempting? 

This is actually an easy one for me. I could never be okay with not writing. Even if it meant I wasn’t a bestseller. I have too many stories in my head, begging to be let out. And I hate to say it, but I’m that person who gives away too many books. I just like the fact that my story’s being told. Sounds cliché to say I’m not in it for the money so I’ll say it like this: It’s not about the money, money, money. Still a bit cliché but now you have the added bonus of Jessie J stuck in your head. SCORE!

If you could live on a college campus and never leave or in a small town but be able to travel, which one would you choose? 

I love to travel so, small town it is.

Okay, how about Ireland or Brazil? 

IRELAND!!! It’s one of my dream destinations. For several reasons: green is my favorite color, it’s cool there (I’m not a fan of hot weather), and who doesn’t love that accent? I mean, come on. Someday, Ireland, we will meet, someday…

Who is your favorite 90’s band (I’m thinking Counting Crows, Blink 182, Hootie & the Blowfish)? 

When Discman CD players first were a thing, I got one for Christmas and it was like, the BIGGEST deal. Along with it came my first CDs: The Cranberries and Jars of Clay. Pretty sure I knew every word to every song on those CDs. I also love/loved Alanis Morissette, Bush, Oasis, No Doubt, and… The Spice Girls. *Cringing just a little* But my all-time favorite 90s band would have to be The Wallflowers. I had dreams of marrying Jakob Dylan.

I love that first Jars of Clay album 🙂 Worlds Apart is an amazing song. 

And what about your favorite comedy on TV (I love The Office and Seinfeld)? 

I like New Girl. A lot. Buuuut I get most of my comedy fix from late night shows, namely, Jimmy Fallon.

Is there anything you’re currently working on? 

Right now, I’m jumping around in a couple of different manuscripts. First priority is finishing up LETHAL, the sequel to Fatal. Also, I’m working on a YA choose-your-own-adventure book that I’m sooooo freaking excited about!  

Who is your favorite author and if you could ask him/her one question, what would it be? 

Today my favorite author is Victor Hugo. Tomorrow it will probably be someone else. If I could ask him one question it would be: Why? Because I think it would fluster him. I can actually imagine the resulting conversation… There would be a lot of laughing on my end and stern looks on his.

Lightning round:

Ocean or mountains? Mountain

Strawberries or blueberries? Strawberries

Snickers or Butterfinger? Butterfinger

Happy or sad ending to a novel? Happy

Beer or wine? Wine

Flying or driving? Flying

Thriller or romance novel? Romance

You’re able to sit down with any president in United States history. Who would you choose, what would you talk about, and would you rather have him over to your house or meet at the White House? 

Abe Lincoln. We have a lot to discuss, he and I. But it’s a secret. All I can say is it’s about his wife, a certain man with a gun, and reasons he should limit his time in the theater. I think these discussions should happen at my place. No one can eavesdrop on us there.

You can wish for one thing and one thing only, not world peace and no more wishes. What’s it gonna be? 

Okay, are you ready… there are people on my facebook feed that spell ‘through’ like this: thur. Not thru, thur. I’m talking multiple people. And they do it regularly, like they think that’s the right way. And I can’t TELL THEM THEY’RE WRONG!!! So, I wish the Correction Fairy would pay these people a visit. She could sprinkle them with her special correction dust that never hurts people’s feelings and then, politely, tell them ‘thur’ isn’t a word. Yes. I wish for that.

Thank you for the most unique answer to that question 🙂

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Author Bio:
T.A. Brock lives in Oklahoma, where Zombies do not thrive. When not immersed in the world of fantasy writing, she enjoys spending time with her big girl, baby boy, and hubs. Some of her favorite things are coffee (specifically with cream, sugar, and chocolate), music (especially something with a good beat), books (especially paranormal), and Tennis. She despises raw meat and therefore is exceedingly glad she’s human.