I am still breathing

•September 10, 2012 • Leave a Comment
Serena Toxicat, Carolyn Saulson, Sumiko Saulson

Serena Toxicat, Carolyn Saulson, Sumiko Saulson – Serena and Sumiko will be reading at Laurel Bookstore (shown in photo) on October 30, 2012 at 7pm.

I know I have things to do…

ImageI know that I have not two, but three book readings coming up next month (the third one will be at Salon on Sunday, October 14th during the Sunday Streets at Berkeley event) I am having a really hard time motivating myself to update anything. I have gotten some news about my dad’s health, but it still feels like we are all holding our breath right now, waiting for the other shoe to drop and to find out if whatever is in his back is yet more cancer – has it metastasized? And last week, I fell significantly behind in my homework. I really need to catch up. I need to focus. But it’s not easy.

Here is the information about the October 14th event: It takes place at the Blow Salon, 2112 Berkeley Way in Berkeley, CA and is hosted by Jil Girvin at the Salon. Jil, Serena and I will be reading, and if you want to read also, please contact Jil at 510/508-6020. The event is from 11 am to 4pm on Sunday, October 14th.

You can RSVP for it here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/379698752099315/

It is going to be going on in conjunction with this:

http://www.sundaystreetsberkeley.com/

And is going to be hosted at/take place here:

http://blowsalon.com/

Trying to breathe

My Dad and Franchesca (my niece)

My Dad and Franchesca (my niece)

I have to go meet my mom, and I need to catch up with homework. I know that I don’t want to fall behind in class, but I just… I just… I just wish I wouldn’t have made myself so busy with the things of life, because life is so very short, and now I am worried about my parents and how little the time I have left with them may be. But I have to remind myself to pull it together, because there is no sense in grieving for the living. I do feel better than last week, but I don’t want to chit-chat as much as usual. I shut off my chat messengers because the idea of idle conversation makes me want to scream. I decide all that I am feeling is perfectly natural… and that other people have felt the same way. I feel connected to the rest of the world emotionally, but it is hard to speak.

My dad (Robert) and niece (Franchesca)

My dad (Robert) and niece (Franchesca)

When words are difficult, sometimes there are pictures. Usually my father is the one holding the camera: there are so many pictures of his children: me and my brother Scott, of his grandchildren, Franchesca and Elisabetta, where he is the one you don’t see in the photo: holder of the camera. But there are some pictures of my dad, and I determine to take more, in a sentimental gesture that I don’t usually make. I think it was Betty Bianca who told me to take pictures of my dad, while he is still here, so I do. I take pictures with my dad’s camera phone, and my niece’s ipad, and my dad sends me the pictures I took with his phone.

I say they are too red, but I still take them home and try to tinker with them in

My dad, in the doctor's office

My dad, in the doctor’s office Thursday

Photomania. Photos are like memories… we try to make them more beautiful than they are. We want everything to be just so. We create our past in a series of precious vignettes or devastating tragedies, forgetting all about the many, many, many times that we were bored… those times when we were forced to just be. Why can’t we just be? Who are we that we have to fill our lives with frenetic action, action that distracts us from our pain?

And I feel like there is an elephant sitting on my chest sometimes, but I continue to move forward. Time.. we can’t stop it’s tick tick tick, even though the water we wade through in life is the murky brackish water of mortality, some separate pocket of water between the here and now and an unknowable afterlife. My dad doesn’t pray, but I pray. I pray for life. I pray for air. I pray for a sense of serenity. I am glad I have God to fall back on, because I can’t rely on myself at all right now.

And I take pictures, because words fail me.

Words failing a writer?

Who’d have thought?

Let the Little Ones Lie by Joslyn Corvis – Horror

•September 5, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I really love this creepy little short story by a very talented fellow horror author, Joslyn Corvis. Check out her story, and her blog, here…

Let the Little Ones Lie by Joslyn Corvis – Horror.

Events in October, Sale Today

•September 5, 2012 • Leave a Comment
SFBayView Reading Advertisement color

SFBayView Reading Advertisement color

Wow.  After I got my first book reading, all of the sudden they just started to pour in for October… thanks in part to Serena Toxicat, who introduced me to the hosts of the other two events in October. Serena will be reading with me on October 30th and October 15th, and I have another author TBA reading with me on October 12th.

So… wow! I am really excited.

I have advertisements coming out in the SFBayview, and probably in the Metro, and I like them. So I am showing them to you. Heh. This is what the one in the SF Bayview will look like. Speaking of events, I have an event page on my blog now, and you can get information about my book readings and signings and things there. Here is a convenient link:

https://sumikosaulson.com/events/

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Interview with Hollis Jay, author of The Ever

•September 3, 2012 • 4 Comments

WiHM2013Seal

This interview is being included in the 2013 Women in Horror Interview Series. Every February, Women in Horror Recognition Month (WiHM) assists underrepresented female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure, and education through altruistic events, printed material, articles, interviews, and online support.  You can find out more about WiHM here:

http://www.womeninhorrormonth.com/

The Author

Hollis Jay

Hollis Jay

Hollis Jay is an up and coming author focusing primarily on both the gothic and horror genres. She also loves to work within the realms of both poetry and nonfiction as well. Having seen John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978) at the age of five, she became infatuated with the horror genre watching films such as The Uninvited (1944) and The House on Haunted Hill (1958) and reading such outstanding authors such as Richard Matheson, Shirley Jackson, Edgar Allan Poe, Ambrose Bierce, Peter Straub, Clive Barker, Stephen King, and of course H.P. Lovecraft. She graduated with both her BA in English and American Literature and her MFA in Creative Writing specializing in fiction. She is continuing with her educational goals and is currently working on her MA in English focusing in the gothic. She plans on also eventually receiving her PhD specializing in Gothic Literature. She is working as an intern for Magic Cat Press and plans on releasing her first edited anthology focusing on the horror genre. Traveling her whole life, Hollis not only takes on a different point of view and walks a different path due to her exposure to new cultures but she also uses those experiences within her writing to illicit reactions-both good and bad- and bring about discussion within her readers. Visiting and living amongst historical locations gave her not only an understanding of loss, but an appreciation of the sanctity of life. Raised in an unconventional and abusive family, she turned these negative fixtures in her life around towards a positive goal and used these elements to help her to dictate not only the emotions of her characters but she also used these traumatic events as an inspiration to her and as an advantage throughout her work. Her first novella, The Ever is the classic story of a haunted house turned inward and personalized towards its victims. Set throughout various sections of life, the Mark’s house becomes a representation of the minds of its occupants engulfing them in not only their own nightmares but haunting them in every aspect of their lives. In her writing, she believes in the reader completing the story for themselves and that the writer does not always have to present the back story in order for the readers to understand the complexities of the characters and the issues at hand. She presents an honest story without formalities and without presuming that there will always be a happy ending. Hollis lives with her family and her dogs in Arizona. When she’s not writing, she enjoys photography, helping animals, being with her significant other, and of course reading or watching a good scary story.

The Interview

"The Ever" by Hollis Jay

“The Ever” by Hollis Jay

Q. It’s a pleasure to have you here with us to day to talk about your debut novella, “The Ever”. I see that you have written poetry and non-fiction as well, and “The Ever” also begins in poetic verse. When did you first start writing poetry, and do you think that your history as a poet affected your approach to writing the novella?

A. Thank you very much for having me here. I am happy to be here!!! Oddly enough, I started writing fiction way before I had ever even attempted to write poetry but yes I do believe that listening to words and the intent of the meaning of words has helped my writing in general. Poetry really allows for the writer to concentrate on every aspect of the piece. One finds a focus there and usually falls short in fiction, but I try to mix medias and develop new intentions throughout my work. I enjoy mixing themes and placing the reader into a different atmosphere, which also corresponds to different types of writing. Blending worlds is always a part of the challenge.

Q. I really like the fact that you use the word “novella” – I’ve always preferred it to the other names for longer-than-short but shorter than novel length works, like novelette. Many traditional works in the horror genre such as Robert Louis Stevenson’s “Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde” and Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu’s “Carmilla” were novellas. Modern horror tends to favor the novel. Did you write your gothic horror story in the novella length as a conscious nod to the traditional writers?

A. Yes and no. I adore the majority of horror’s traditional works, but in no way would I say that I am trying to regulate to those set rules. Yes, the novella was a way to give creed to those great works but I have always truly been a fan of its size. I like the way that it embraces the story in a way that some longer books tend to ignore. My next novel is a lengthy one (so far) and I find myself learning how to allow myself to tell the story in a less compact way which has been quite fun. Gothic chapbooks have also enhanced my thoughts in regards to length and process.

Q. The length isn’t the only element of traditional horror present in your story: you frequently use elements of psychological terror and suspense to engage the reader. Your short story, “The Mistakes”, is also very suspenseful. Do you think that the lines between horror and suspense frequently blur in general, and have you been a fan of suspense stories in addition to the many horror writers you admire?

A. Thank you. Suspense is a natural element of all writing, not just horror. I believe in creating various emotional reactions throughout my piece and allowing the audience to react in their own way. I am a fan of all types of writing and I try to learn from everything that I read (and some things that I don’t). Horror has always been the genre that I come back to though and continue to love and adore.

Q. In “The Ever”, you create an atmosphere of dramatic tension through the use of brevity in descriptions and dialog. You do not seem to have the tendency of many poets who embrace narrative writing to use a lot of flowery language. I like the way you imbue a stark realism into the haunted house story, giving your characters and locations a gritty feel. What do you think has most influenced the development of your writing style?

A. Thank you. I’m not sure. I just allow images to come in, think about them, and describe them to the best of my ability. I have always loved to write, but if I had to pin down one exact thing that has influenced me it would have to be other writers. I started reading when I was three and ever since then I was hooked. I could allow facets of my personality to come alive that I would never let out in public and I could free my own personal monsters. I could change what needed to be changed and complete the sentence. I could become God.

Q. Your biography states that you came from a difficult background but have “used these traumatic events as an inspiration to her and as an advantage throughout her work.” I often think that those of use who go through difficult things can be helped or encouraged by knowing that others have been able to survive and indeed, find a way to turn a bad experience into the basis for something good. Do you think that the writing has helped you to process these experiences?

A. Yes. One day, I plan on writing about my life. In the meantime, writing always helps. It clears my mind and allows me to focus on what is really important. It helps me to find my peace. Writing is what makes me happy and ultimately it is what has helped me realize a world far beyond my own experiences.

Q. On a related subject, is there anything you would want to say to any reader out there who may be going through things you have had to survive?

A. Never give up. Never. Hold on tight and drive yourself through. Cut yourself out. Freedom is right around the corner-closer than you think.

Q. Thank you for being here today. Before we wrap this up, is there anything else you would like to say to our readers that we haven’t already talked about?

A. I just wanted to thank everyone for reading my work and for being with us here today.  It’s a pleasure to be here with you.  Thank you very much and please continually check in with my Face book page for new and up and coming events, such as my book signing at Bookman’s in October.  Thanks again!!!!

Congratulations to Resa Haile, our Horror Haiku Winner!

•September 2, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Frankenzombie Tee

Frankenzombie Tee (hers is short sleeved)

And we have a winner! Congratulations to Resa Haile, the winner of our Horror Haiku contest. She has won a one-of-a-kind Frankenzombie t-shirt with her haiku printed on the back, a signed copy of the original Proof Copy of “Things That Go Bump In My Head” (a collection of my short stories) which will become worth lots of money in the unlikely event that I at some point become famous, and… a signed bookmark and an eBook short story just for entering. Her Frankenzombie t-shirt will have the design pictured to the right in front, and the haiku as shown above, on the back of it.

Our Winner:

Resa Haile is a writer and artist, working on a comic paranormal mystery novel.  Her haiku won first place in a poll on Facebook, posted here:

https://www.facebook.com/questions/367298453340409/

Because the poll was anonymous, voters were able to select a winner based on the strength of their writing rather than just voting for their friends and this was not just a popularity contest.

She won for her haunting haiku, below:

“Shadows fall down hard
There, the crash of breaking glass
A heart stops beating”

The artwork to with the red “Winner” seal will appear on the back of her t-shirt, and the front of it will have the Frankenzombie artwork. After creating this custom design, I took it down, so she will be the only one who can have this special t-shirt.

However, the rest of you are welcome to order a regular Frankenzombie t-shirt that doesn’t have the poem on the back of it. Also.. don’t forget, the one-color Frankenzombie t-shirt design will be available to the winner of the costume contest we are having on October 30th at Laurel Bookstore.

Honorable Mentions

Back of Winning T-Shirt

Back of Winning T-Shirt with Haiku

We would also like to give a shout out to our two tied-for-second-place haikus:

“The moon is full,
My body change is grim.
I, the werewolf, howl”

– Kay Zieger

and

“Outside my window
Vague shapes hover, leering in…
Good day to stay in.”

– Beth Johnson

Thank you to everyone who participated in this contest. I have to say this is the most fun I’ve had since the Zombie contest several months ago. I’ll be announcing the September contest in a couple of days.

Tomorrow, we will have writer’s interview with Hollis Jay, author of “The Ever”.

Location, Location, Location (Solitude)

•September 1, 2012 • Leave a Comment

There are a lot of beautiful places in San Francisco, and many of them appear in my novel “Solitude”… although, granted, they are frequently on fire or infested with feral rats, cats and dogs that want to tear your throat out… they are beautiful, nonetheless. This blog is dedicated to some of those beautiful locations.

Bay Bridge front sickyg twist

Bay Bridge (image created from Sick YG original)

The San Francisco Main Public Library

SF Main Public Library Facade (by Alexander Marks)

SF Main Public Library Facade (by Alexander Marks)

One of our heroes, Gerry, is a homeless guy who sleeps outdoors in the Civic Center area near the San Francisco Main Public Library (http://sfpl.org/). The building’s exterior architecture, while interesting, is no where near as exciting to me as it’s interior.  The inside of the library centers around a spiral shape encasing a sunny domed atrium. The building itself is square, but is filled with numerous windows, creating an atmosphere filled with natural light. The spiral shell logo for the building depicts the view of the ceiling looking from the ground up.

If you’ve read the book, you already know that Gerry has an unpleasant encounter with some dogs. Here is another, earlier scene featuring the same pack of dogs running into a different character:

“It was a pack of wild dogs, but they just looked very wrong. Some of the dogs
SF Main Public Library Roof (by JPaulus)

SF Main Public Library Roof (by JPaulus)

were big, others little, they all looked like they were once someone’s pet. His first instinct was to laugh – a dirty miniature poodle with a grown-out poodle cut was dragging a battered pink leash attached to an equally pink collar from which dangled a torn pink bow. But as they got closer, he could see some of them foaming at the mouth and others had odd eyes –pale yellow eyes exuding a scary, unnatural glow. And that snapped him out of it. “

Now doesn’t it all sound a lot less scary now that you know that Gerry is underneath the gorgeous skylight shown to the right while running away from the homicidal canines?

The Bay Bridge

Bay Bridge, Empty (by Sick YG)

Bay Bridge, Empty (by Sick YG)

Another memorable moment in “Solitude” was the point where Shane, another character, was crossing the Bay Bridge when all of the sudden… everyone on the bridge disappeared. But see.. their cars didn’t disappear, so Shane was forced to do some emergency demolition-style driving through the crashing, burning vehicles as they smashed into one another and piled up in various dangerous configurations due to their recently attained driver-free status. Not long ago… back in October 2009,  a cable on the Bay Bridge snapped, and the bridge was closed for a while during repairs. I can neither confirm nor deny that is why the bridge was so empty when my friend Sick YG took this eerie photo of the empty Bay Bridge.

The situation when Shane was on the bridge in the book was a bit more intense, though: because there were still cars. Here is an excerpt:

“This happened almost instantly, but it seemed like minutes in Shane’s shell-
Bay Bridge from the side (Sick YG)

Bay Bridge from the side (Sick YG)

shocked mind. Multiple vehicles ahead of him began to collide. Every other car on the Bay Bridge headed in the San Francisco direction started behaving erratically, as if the drivers had all simultaneously fallen asleep at the wheel. The vehicle immediately in front of him veered to the right, smashing into a stalled car the next lane over, which folded like an accordion. “

Doesn’t it sound a lot more relaxing knowing it was all happening with the gorgeous views of San Francisco and Alcatraz Island as a scenic back drop, on the beautiful bridge in the photo?

Solitude now has it’s own Facebook page, HERE:

https://www.facebook.com/SolitudeBySumikoSaulson

Today is the Day! Vote! For your favorite Horror Haiku

•September 1, 2012 • Leave a Comment

The Contest:

Thank you to everyone who submitted horror haikus for the contest. Well. today is the day: the day that we vote and there is a final tally. The winner gets a proof copy of “Things That Go Bump In My Head” and a t-shirt (Frankenzombie or Meathead).

Today is the last day, so we are down to the voting. In case you are curious: here are the rules:

https://sumikosaulson.com/2012/08/08/announcing-the-horror-or-horrible-haiku-contest/

And now… here are our contestants!

The Entries

ENTRY ONE: 

The moon is full,
My body change is grim.
I, the werewolf, howl

(Kay Zieger) (6)

ENTRY TWO:

Necrotic pustules
tease me mercilessly
under layers of skull print lace.

(Hobbit Des) (2)

ENTRY THREE:

Cold night grows darker,
Fatigue blocks any escape.
Famished zombies feast!

(Ronald S. Houston) (4)

ENTRY FOUR:

Shoveled dirt pounds box.
Stench filled air dwindles away.
Death shrouds open eyes.

(Ronald S. Houston) (5)

ENTRY FIVE:

Teeth combing bloody
Head tangles brain til dead
Tongue speaks nothing said

(Kristin Henderson) (4)

ENTRY SIX:

Knocking at the door
I hear their nails scratching
Blood grows in my throat

(Hollis Jay) (2)

ENTRY SEVEN:

Shadows fall down hard
There, the crash of breaking glass
A heart stops beating

(Resa Haile) (6)

ENTRY EIGHT:

Outside my window
Vague shapes hover, leering in…
Good day to stay in.

(Beth Johnson) (6)

ENTRY NINE:

Icy, she comes forth
bringing chills, terror, panic
she smells of the grave

(Beth Johnson) (5)

ENTRY TEN:

Terrorised, running
from *IT,* indefinable,
unstoppable me.

(Beth Johnson) (4)

ENTRY ELEVEN:

Warm smells of decay
infest our summer village
fresh trumps rotted death

(Beth Johnson) (3)

ENTRY TWELVE:

Sanity fleeing
shadows close in, surrounding….
I regain my edge

(Beth Johnson) (3)

ENTRY THIRTEEN:

Leaves cover his eyes
She crawled fast to his graveside
Her breath blows them away

(Jason David Butko) (4)

ENTRY FOURTEEN

I feel them creeping
Impending sense of darkness
The hell is that smell

(Jason David Butko) (3)

How To Vote:

"aarrrggghhh" - a haiku. I think.

“aarrrggghhh” – a haiku. I think.

Each entry above is listed with the name of the person who submitted it, and the total number of tallied votes from my Facebook page in brackets and italicized after the entry. I have a poll pinned to the top of the page, in case people just want to vote for the haikus without knowing who wrote them. However, I also tallied up the number of individual likes (separate from the poll, no double voting).

You can vote on the Facebook page HERE:

https://www.facebook.com/authorsumikosaulson

OR, you can just leave a comment with the Entry Number you are voting for below this blog post. This one. Not the earlier, linked ones. I would appreciate it. We really need tie-breaking votes.

The Three Way Tie:

So far, these three are tied:

ENTRY ONE: 

The moon is full,
My body change is grim.
I, the werewolf, howl

(Kay Zieger) (6)

ENTRY SEVEN:

Shadows fall down hard
There, the crash of breaking glass
A heart stops beating

(Resa Haile) (6)

ENTRY EIGHT:

Outside my window
Vague shapes hover, leering in…
Good day to stay in.

(Beth Johnson) (6)

Interview with Ron Houston, author of Rogue Prophet

•August 31, 2012 • Leave a Comment

The Author

Ron Houston

Ron Houston

When Cincinnati resident, Ron Houston, first entertained the notion of writing he was a mixologist in one of the city’s most notable nightclubs. “There I was standing behind the bar. At a point when every customer had been served, I developed an observing eye, I saw what was really going on in the club and started to really hear the conversations. I thought, somebody ought to write a book about this stuff. After a few moments more, a light came on in my head and in realized, ‘Why don’t I write it?’ (oh, did I mention, I’m kinda slow?). I studied writing technique for three years then produced my first collection of short stories, Tales From the Satellite. In one month it became a local bestseller.”

Educated in Organic Chemistry and working full time as a lab technician, this licensed certified mixologist, was now an author and owner of GorillaWorks Publishing. Next he wrote the shock novel, The Devastation of Mr. Drake, and gain strong book club support.
As an experienced radio talk show guest, Ron Houston has been heard frequently on 1230 WDBZ the Buzz of Cincinnati, 1480 WCIN and 1230 KCOH in Houston, Texas. He’s an articulate, humorous media guest and is known locally as, “ The Mixologist.”

The Interview

Q. Your writing has a nice, modern conversational tone to it, and you say that you were inspired to write when listening to conversations you overheard as a local mixologist. What was the transition from deciding you wanted to write to producing your short story collection “Tales from the Satellite” like for you? Were the people around you encouraging? Did you have to overcome any resistance?

A. The transition was a wonderful time of discovery. As I studied the writing craft by day, I’d go to this wellspring of characters, situations and conversations at night. This went on for about two years and I must confess, I never told anyone about my writing intentions. I just listened and watched. I didn’t want any resistance and I wanted the flow of ideals to keep coming.

Q. You have worked with both the short story and the novel, not only with your latest novel “The Rogue Prophet” but in your previous work, “The Devastation of Mr. Drake.” What challenges did you find in working with the novel length format vs. the short story?

A. Definitely, the challenge was patience, or should I say, resisting the urge to rush the novel. I knew that I shouldn’t blow through the details of some sub-plots just to get to main plot-line payoffs, but it was difficult. So I decided that it was best for me to write main and sub-plots as individual short stories then craft my novel from that. In fact, “Tales from the Satellite” and “The Devastation of Mr. Drake” were both carved out of the same stone. It added time in the process but it helped me with detail consistency and pace.

Q. I was interested to learn that you became a local best seller. What was it like to market your work locally, and is there any advice you could offer to other writers on local vs. national focus when it comes to developing an audience?

A. I put the most focus on local marketing. Newspapers, radio and magazines are more accommodating to hometown talent. I also used grocery store bulletin boards. No outlet was too small. “Tales from the Satellite’s” themes were nightclub related, so I did book signings in various local nightclubs. Whenever I traveled I took books with me. Once I added E-publishing and Amazon to my arsenal, I began to get national and even international responses.

Q. The Rogue Prophet definitely has an eerie, supernatural feel to it while taking place in an urban setting, and it could fit into more than one genre. I’ve seen you categorize it as a religious thriller. What can you tell our readers about the genre and how it relates to horror (which is the focus of this blog)?

A. The vehicle of the “Prophet”, novel is religion, and it’s driven by rapid episodic suspense. There are at least five characters that the reader will truly connect with. It’s from the connection of these five characters that the horror comes. All conflict has horror rooted in it, just at varied intensity. The horror intensity in the conflicts of the main protagonist, Lawrence Garnier, three children and one other character is extreme. Remember, horror is sticky. It stays with you. It disturbs you. I love to disturb my readers.

Q. There is a bit in your novel “The Rogue Prophet” I especially like where your protagonist, Lawrence Garnier explains the imprecision of his psychic “gift” or as he deems it, “curse” by telling the Ezekiel Barnes that he didn’t know if his vision where he saw people in front of the television with their mouths dropped and shocked expressions was of 9/11 or Michael Jackson’s 30th anniversary performance until 9/11 actually happened. The lack of clarity in his vision really is a major part of the character. What inspired you to write him that way? Is his inability to see clearly in any way a protection against people like the Bishop?

A. Lawrence Garnier is based upon the brother in law of a close friend of mine. He is a faith healer. I saw video of his performance and he was actually impressive. The problem was when he was away from the pulpit. He was a flawed person, and I don’t just mean imperfect, we are all imperfect. His imperfect life was very flawed. After I met him for the first time, I said to my friend, “So that was the rogue prophet.” I imagined what would happen if a very flawed person had a true God-given gift.

Lawrence Garnier is a flawed man with a true gift that is limited at best. This limited gift of foresight came to light under tragic conditions in his childhood, which has tortured him his whole life. His horror is that he can’t control it. Can’t get rid of it. He ruins lives around him because of it. He’s exploited by those who knows he has it. He’s blind to how his life will turn out because his future is the only one he can’t see. With all this, the evil Bishop Ezekiel Barnes is there with outstretched arms to guide this poor soul to salvation.

Q. Your book has the tag line “Just when you thought it was safe to believe.” What does that mean to you and what would you like it to say to your readers?

A. Influence. I remember the first time I was of the proper size to ride a roller coaster. I was scared to death and everyone around me knew it. They all said “Come on, it’s fun.” At that point, I chose to believe them. As we clack, clack, clacked to the top they all said, “Put your arms up, it’ll make it better.” Down the first drop, I knew I wasn’t ready for this. I wanted out. I was trapped and forced to endure what I felt at the time was torment. I gave in to influence that I believed in . . . had faith in. This was a small thing, but I was a child. It’s always your own choice to believe what you choose. Everyday our lives are products of what we choose to believe. For instance, someone might say, “You seem so nice, everyone speaks so highly of you. I would love to have dinner sometime. Great, well it was really nice meeting you, Mr. Dahmer. . . okay. . .Jeffery.” Are we so sure about what we are lead to believe, that we breed safe choices every time? Does the tireless social worker always place the helpless orphan in the best foster home every time? Horror disturbs. So to my readers I say, “Question everything.”

Q. Is there anything else you would like our readers to know that I haven’t asked you yet?

A. I would like your readers to know that I am presently writing the sequel to, The Rogue Prophet. Once you read the first you’ll know why the second book had to come. The two books make the story an event, always surprising, always satisfying. I thank you, Sumiko ( I’m such a fan of your work), and thanks to your readers for their time.

The Book

THE ROGUE PROPHET– Lawrence Garnier, a loser with a real but limited gift of foresight, is convinced that his talent is a curse. After he joins the ministry of Bishop Ezekiel Barnes, he realizes his talent is only the tip of a horrific iceberg between good and evil. At a time when faith is the only thing left to cling to,this novel dares its reader to question everything. Just when you thought it was safe to believe.

www.smashwords.com

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/120887


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Sometimes Life Gets In The Way

•August 31, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I haven’t posted anything in a week. I’ve been pretty upset because my family got some bad news about my dad’s health. Both of my parents have been fighting cancer over the past three years – my mom since August 2009 and my dad since summer 2011, and it’s not something I often talk about. I try to stick in the now and be aware of the fact that my parents are living in this time: that I still have them, and to be grateful.

Me and Dad at the AsiaSF Museum Summer 2012

Me and Dad at the AsiaSF Museum Summer 2012

Still: I spent the past week feeling like a horse had kicked me in the middle of the chest. I had three different asthma attacks even though I’m not exactly asthmatic. I quit smoking because of my dad’s lung cancer, I also quit smoking because I was showing borderline asthmatic lung capacity, especially when I have allergies.  I quit tobacco in March and I quit nicotine (e-cig) six days ago. You would think I would be breathing a lot better: instead, anxiety propelled me into multiple situations where all I could do was huff on the inhaler, drink hot beverages and hope I didn’t have to go to the emergency room. You know what? Usually I have to use the inhaler about three times a YEAR during harvesting season when my allergies kick in. That is almost not at all.

I have been upset. Upset over the idea of losing my dad. That is something

My dad in front of his house.. and my car. :)

My dad in front of his house.. and my car. 🙂

called “anticipatory grief”. I wanted to just “get over it” and embrace the fact that my dad is still with me, be supportive and spend time with him. I wanted to have a good attitude. But instead I just fell apart. They thought they had gotten all of my dad’s lung cancer in a surgery last summer, but now there is something growing on his spine and liver. The doctors are waiting for a biopsy, but they believe it is stage four lung or liver cancer: stage four cancer is bad.  My dad said that if it is stage four cancer, he would with treatment have about a year to live: without treatment, about three months.

I love my dad. He’s the only one I have.

Me, my dad and my brother in 1979 at China/Hong Kong border

Me, dad and Scott in 1979 at Hong Kong border

My dad is an atheist, but I am not, so I am praying. I asked everyone else to pray. My brother told my dad “I am going to be praying, or would you rather me just cross my fingers?” and my dad told him, “I’d rather you just cross my fingers”.  I laughed. That’s my dad. When we were kids, my dad was the family photographer, so there are a lot of photos of me and my brother, even of me and my mom and my brother, but not as many of my dad: but he was there. He was in them. He was the guy holding the camera. Snapping a constant series of photos of every day life is something I have in common with my father: although he did it before it became possible to just upload them digitally to the internet. We spent so many times in line waiting for 35 mm film to be developed by the local drug store. The few photos of us with our father were taken by strangers.

You will have to forgive me for not updating my blog in a week: for not getting

Dad, me, and Mom (2009) at my birthday party

Dad, me, and Mom (2009) at my birthday party

interview questions to my list of interviewees, and for not explaining that Serena isn’t reading on the 12th of October anymore but I will have a different reader. You will have to forgive me, because my mind has been filled with the unpoetic thoughts of a person in some emotional pain and my body has responded with a stubborn refusal to breathe properly. That I am writing this at all means I am coming out the other side of a dark tunnel of sorrow, and deciding to accept life and enjoy the fact that my parents are still with me today. It’s not always easy. But I am going to try now. I am going to do more than watch Dexter re-runs.

I am going to go to the museum and the movies with my dad. Yes. That’s what I am going to do.

One Love.

Announcing: Book Reading (at Book Zoo)

•August 23, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Bookzoo Friday October 12, 2012 at 7:30 pm

Book reading and signing event on Friday, October 12th at The Book Zoo in Oakland. There will be a second author and a musical act, to be announced.

http://www.bookzoo.net/

Book Zoo
14 Glen Avenue
(at Piedmont Avenue)
Oakland, California 94611

The reading begins at 7:30 pm

I will be reading from my Science Fiction/Horror story “Solitude”

Intermission/Musical Interlude

Read Gwen Perkin’s Interview with me here:

Interview with Sumiko Saulson