So, a priest, a horror writer and Snooki walk into a bar…
Thanks to the wonderful Jay Kay with Horror Happens (you need to be listening to his show), I’m breaking out of my cage and will be at a very special event in Joisey on Friday, July 15th, you know, that place with the devil that popped outta Momma Leeds. I won’t be the only author and there’s going to be a women in horror film fest.
Here be the gory details. Hope to see you there!
Horror Happens Productions brings some of the best short and feature horror films to the record/book/music/movie store Spin Me Round in the Phillipsburg Mall every 3rd Friday of the month FREE. The event will run from 7 to 11 PM EST with the following schedule:
July’s Authors, Filmmakers and Films Lineup includes:
(Head over to http://horrorhappens.com/ for now to see bios and trailers!)
7:00 to 7:45 PM: Meet and Greet /Signing with
Authors LJ Moran & Hunter Shea
8:00 to 8:30 PM: Panel Discussion with the Authors
8:45 to 9:05 PM: Quartet of Short Films including:
“Boxer” by Toy Lei (5m)
“Grammy” by Jill Gevargizian (2m)
“Cleaning House” by Andrea Mark Wolanin (5m)
“Postpartum” by Izzy Lee (7m)
9:10 to 10:50 PM: Our July Feature Film “Dys-” Directed by Maude Michaud (1 hr 40m)
Event is FREE to attend, meet the filmmakers, stay for the panel discussion and if you are over 18 years old (with ID), watch the selected short films. Filmmakers and/or authors may have merchandise, films and more to purchase and get signed.
Location: Spin Me Round in the Phillipsburg Mall at 1200 US Highway 22, Phillipsburg, NJ (Come shop for Records, DVDs, T-Shirts, Books, CDs and more…)
I grew up spending half my waking hours in comic book stores (and old time stationery stores that sold comics and Mad Magazine).
I’m crossing another item off my bucket list this Saturday, June 11th at the Spider’s Web, the best comic book store in Westchester, NY. It’s located at 887 Yonkers, Ave, Yonkers, NY, right across the street from Empire City Casino. Here’s a bit of trivia, the proverbial poop hits the fan in my book, Tortures of the Damned, right at that very spot. So come see me, buy a book (all of my books will be on hand) and see where the end of Yonkers began. I’ll be in a nice tent right outside the store, working on my tan.
I’ve been gearing up over the past week for the launch of my book tour. It was tough waiting for winter to vacate the premises so I could get started. Big thanks to Monster Man Jack Campisi who worked his tail off creating a special Monster Men episode just for the tour. It’s a ‘best of ghost stories’ that will spark some interesting conversations with those who come down for the fun. I’ll also talk about some of my own experiences with the unknown and how they inspired Forest of Shadows.
So, if you’re in the Yonkers, NY area on Saturday, March 24th, come on over to the Barnes and Noble at 2614 Central Park Avenue at 7pm.
I’ll be adding more dates in more states very soon, so stay tuned. If you have a bookstore in mind, let me know and I’ll see what I can do about getting there!
Good news is always elusive, but I have 2 things to be happy about today. My story, ‘Commandment Eleven’ is in issue #7 of Dark Moon Digest. You can get a copy for under $8 at Amazon. There are a lot of great writers in this issue. You won’t be disappointed.
Here’s a little snippet to get your horror engine running:
A sparrow sang just outside the basement window and it almost made Norm’s heart break. He could still smell the sharp, sulphuric odor of burnt matches riding hard over the musty pall of the cramped underground room.
He strained to catch the tune of a song as it warbled from the transistor radio he’d left on upstairs. Was it Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett? What he wouldn’t give to be up there with that radio. Man, that voice sounded like heaven.
Since the incident, he loved just about any sound: kids fighting, garbage trucks rumbling, the buzzing of a curious bee. The thought of losing all of those delicious, everyday melodies sickened him with dread. Acidic rivulets of bile hit the back of his teeth and seeped from the corners of his mouth. Instinctively, he went to wipe it away but his hands were held fast by duct tape.
There was a shuffling of slipper-clad feet on the unfinished cellar floor and a stack of old wood boxes went clattering to the ground.
“Son of a biscuit eater!” his wife Chastity yelled.
God, even her infantile cusses (because good Christians don’t cuss) were glorious to hear.
“Didn’t I tell you to move these somewhere else? You do have working legs and arms, don’t you? Just because I’ve made you right with Jesus doesn’t mean you’re right with me.”
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