My second book, Watch, is now available on Amazon. Soon, there will be a link here on the sidebar to it, but for now, you can locate it here:
Watch is not a vampire book. I always feel like I need to clarify that in advance because it certainly seems to be about vampires at first. Vampires are all the guy talks about… yet that is because Watch is a book about a man who is obsessed with vampires, and the reason for that obsession – and the effect it has had on his family.
So, if you’re looking for a vampire like Dracula or Lestat, you’re out of luck. And if you’re after some sparkly teen idol, you won’t find that here either. What you will find are some real, fucked-up people. That’s the scariest thing about Watch: it could all be true.
Real people are scarier than monsters any day of the week.
These are Mung beans. You know… what you make bean sprouts out of.
It took me a while to find them: they don’t sell these just anywhere. And then I had to modify a jar to sprout them in.
I put them in and wet them down and they sprouted perfectly! I was so proud of them.
And then I discovered something.
When you’re into plants – I mean, really into plants, like I am, you know: you talk to them, they talk back, that kind of thing – when you’re into plants like that…
It’s damn near impossible to eat them.
How can I take little ittybitty sprouted seedlings, tiny newborn babies, and throw them into a stir fry? Babies I watered lovingly that morning, when – for all they knew – they had their whole lives ahead of them? They were my plants and I, their god. Then suddenly: Wham! Sizzling oil! Roasted flesh! Watching them wilt. Seeing them suffer. Surely that can’t feel good.
And raw on salad? Well… that’s just eating them alive.
I can’t do it. I just…. can’t.
I recently interviewed writer (and self-professed lunatic) W.D. Frank. Here is what he had to say:
Some have described your work as dark and frightening. How would you yourself describe it?
That is an excellent question to start off with. It is also a difficult one to answer.
I agree that my work can be dark…and maybe some of it is scary. I know that I write a lot of characters that my readers know would toss them aside like empty banana peels without hesitation. It is probably wise to be frightened by them. Although, fear has never been a consistently present partner of mine. Maybe it is simply whispering to me instead of shouting most of the time, but sometimes I am not sure exactly which emotion is speaking. Is that odd? I suppose it is. Continue reading