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Countdown Interview – Day 7: Banks

We’re exactly one week away from the release day for my debut novel, Undead Chaos. So to help count down the next 7 days, I’ve set up interviews with the cast and crew of the book to give you all a sense of what’s to come. Therefore, allow me to present my first guest, the “being” that sets the plot-wheels in motion: the zombie, Anthony Banks!

Welcome Mr. Banks. Wow, you’re ripe. Mind if I spray some air freshener in here?

*blank stare*

I’ll take silence as consent. (*lemon-scented Febreeze applied liberally*). Whew, that’s so much better. Now back to you. Can I call you Tony? 

*groans*

Excellent. So, Tony, you’re the one who kicks off the entire adventure for Marcus and Company. Working with them must have been quite an experience. 

*shrugs*

Ooookay. But being a zombie–

*snarls*

Sorry, one of the Reanimated, you must have faced numerous challenges over the course of the book.

*points to stitches on neck*

Holy cow. Were you beheaded or something?

*nods*

Well that’s…awkward. Anywho, moving on. Tens of my fake followers submitted questions for you. First, is it true that zo–

*glares*

–the Reanimated eat brains? 

*shakes head and gurgles with laughter*

That’s a relief. How about getting bitten. Will that turn you into a Reanimated thing? 

*shakes head*

Well then, how do you become one?

*mumbles something*

A tap dancer?

*mumbles louder*

Oh, Necromancer. So you don’t just hop up out of the grave, a trained specialist has to actively return you from the dead?  

*nods*

Got it. And how fortuitous since we have someone from that profession lined up for later this week. Oh look, my producer is (thankfully) giving me the wrap-it-up signal. One last question before we go: What can readers expect from reading Undead Chaos? 

*waves hands like he’s in a Michael Bay movie*

So action, humor, noir mystery, and a touch of romance, eh?

*rolls eyes and mumbles something that sounds like ‘whatever’*

Wonderful! Thanks for being on the blog today, Tony. And thanks to everyone who read along. Tune in tomorrow when I interview the book’s Female Lead: Quinn Fawkes.

And remember, Undead Chaos can be pre-orded from the online retailers below or your favorite e-book distributor. Order now and it’ll show up on your e-reader on October 28th. Just like magic!

 

 

 

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Creepy Art

Creepy Art is Creepy: Trinity

Let me state for the record that:

A) I do not seek these things out. I don’t have enough hours in the day to hunt down Creepy Art. Nor do I want to spend my time doing it. That said, I DO take advantage of photographing it when I stumble upon it.

2) I am in no way judging the artists. Listen, I’m a writer. I know how hard it is to create something and then present it to a world full of critics. These people are courageous and have my utmost respect for what they do.

That said, some art (like some writing out there), is just freakin’ freaky. In that horrifyingly beautiful sort of way. Therefore, may I present the third installment of:

CREEPY ART IS CREEPY 

It’s a painting of a bagpiper. Not creepy in and of itself.
UNTIL YOU ACTUALLY STAND BEFORE IT, GAZING INTO THE SOUL-WRENCHING DEPTHS OF THE ART!

 

I ALMOST gave this one a bye. It’s a handbag. Or possibly a pillow. The creepiness, to me, comes from how BUSY it is. It makes me just a little too uncomfortable. Like the carpeting at casinos….
Okay, of all the Creepy Art I’ve posted, this one is the least creepy. It’s actually a gorgeous rendition of a native woman and very well crafted.
That said, the face is narrow, but the profile is elongated. Really, really elongated. As such, my first thought when I saw it was the opening scene from the book “Congo” when the gorillas squash the human’s skulls. That scene creeped the heck out of me. Yes, it’s unfair to transfer that to this stunning bust. Yes, I’m still doing it.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! I CANNOT UNSEE THIS!!!!
By all things holy….the eyes…..
Even as a Barbershopper, who is used to seeing people in straw boat hats, this creeps me out. Maybe it’s because the orange tabby looks like my cats. Or maybe it’s the smug expression. *shudder*
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