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Steve Emmett - author of Diavolino
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I love horror stories and I love my Kindle, so it was a given that Diavolino was one of the first novels I read when it was released as an ebook, but... I have still been waiting oh so impatiently to get my hands on a physical copy to add to my collection of horror novels. Now, at last, it is has been released in paperback, so if you’ve wanted to read it but don’t have an ereader, now’s your chance. I thought I’d take the opportunity to mark the occasion by catching up with author, Steve Emmett.


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_ Julia: Diavolino has been available as an e-book for some time. How does it feel seeing your book in the flesh, so to speak, rather than on a screen?

Steve: It’s actually quite strange, to tell you the truth, and not for the reasons you may think. On the one hand it’s great to have a book that can stand on the shelf in pride of place next to King, Barker, Wheatley and co. – absolutely so. Diavolino has a fabulous cover and I’m still enjoying seeing it ‘in the flesh’ and in glorious colour. But I have grown to prefer reading on my Kindle, so this somehow tempers my feelings. It might be a bit like a loving parent who, try as they might, simply cannot stop themselves having a favourite amongst their children. But I do love them both. The paperback is more tactile and I can hug it (ew, do horror writers hug things? Choke?), but I will always read the e-book! Erm, you do realise I’m as weird as any of the characters I create, don’t you? (Erm, yes I do :-) )


Julia: Diavolino can be read by a wider audience now that it is available as a paperback. How does that make you feel?

Steve: Well that’s the big issue, isn’t it? Whilst I have fallen for e-books I do realise that the majority of book readers have not. Not yet! When I was looking for a publisher I didn’t want one that would produce only an e-book, and that’s why I submitted to Etopia Press. It didn’t matter to me that the e-book would come well in advance. On reflection I think that’s been a positive thing, since Diavolino has had chance to garner tremendous reviews before the paperback is launched. Over the last ten months or so I’ve had so many people asking when they would be able to get their hands on a print copy. Now they can. I have to admit it’s a wonderful feeling. I am proud of Diavolino and want as many people as possible to be able to read it.

 
Julia: Finding a publisher interested in the horror genre seems to be quite a difficult task, but you found a home for your novel with Etopia Press.  Did you always believe that you would be published? Did you ever have any moments of doubt?

Steve: Doubt is my middle name. I’ve told you – I am weird (maybe that’s why the horror genre attracts me) and I have a kind of split personality. One half of me is a pessimist; I see the half-empty glass not the half-full, if anything can go wrong it will, I was cursed at birth (if not before) and I am never lucky. The other half is supremely positive and driven; if I decide to do something I move heaven and earth in order to do it – when I set my mind on something I permit nothing and no one to get in my way. In my life I have made huge changes several times, the kind of changes that cause some to give up. So, on the one hand I took each rejection slip personally and descended into unfathomable gloom. But then the other me picked myself up, reminded me how much I wanted this and pressed on. It was those around me who never doubted I’d get published, to be honest. Their support helped greatly. And still does.

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_ Julia: In between the releases of Diavolino in e-book and print, you self-published a short horror story, Kid. How did you find that experience? Would you consider writing more short stories?

Steve: I enjoyed it. I wanted to do it to see how it was in reality. And yes, I will write more short stories in 2012. But!
I am a firm believer in ‘never say never’, but right at this moment I have no intention of self-publishing a novella or novel. Whatever the actual result, whatever the reviewers say, I personally care very much about the quality of what I put out in the public domain. Readers deserve to have the best. As a writer I want my books to be as good as they can be. The only way this can be achieved is by having your book professionally edited – and this means much more than correcting typos and grammar. The process of writing a novel is time consuming. In fact it is all consuming. Obviously, I have never given birth (I’ve got the stretch marks though!) but producing a novel has to be something akin to it; months of growth with varying degrees of hormonal disturbance, sickness, sleepless nights etc., culminating in a painful and messy last scene and a joyous finale.

I have noticed quite a few ‘writers’ bragging that they’ve written novels in a fortnight – novellas in a weekend – and had them ready to submit for publication! I think it’s bollocks. Those books must be dreadful. Now, imagine if that gets self-published without any professional taking hold of the manuscript. And they are out there, ready to download to your e-reader from around 99 cents a-piece (chewing gum costs more).

For me it’s also important to have the ‘stamp of approval’ of a good publisher. Who am I, for God’s sake, to decide my work is fit for human consumption? Let a professional with knowledge of the industry be the first judge of that. And yes, this does mean the novel won’t be for sale at 99 cents, but I hold the view that with books, as with everything else in life, you get what you pay for. I’d rather read one good book for $15 than fifteen crap ones. You can buy wine for $3 a bottle but do you want to poison your system? It’s the same. Crap writing poisons the mind and soul.

Julia: Your novel will be sitting on my shelf beside books written by some of my favourite horror authors – Clive Barker, James Herbert, Stephen King. How does that make you feel?

Steve: I’d be proud to have my book on your shelf even if it were beside Barbara Cartland and The Best of Mills and Boon. (You've been peeking at my secret bookcase, haven't you!)

Julia: I read a lot of horror and ghost stories as a kid, and James Herbert really caught my imagination as a teenager– I read The Fog, and then read every other Herbert book I could get my hands on.  What was your very first introduction to horror literature? Did this influence your choice of genre when you decided to write a novel?

Steve: Good old Dennis Wheatley (incidentally, did you know that someone is writing as Dennis Wheatley? I got the sample and realised something was up as soon as I read it – very American, very street language (or whatever it’s called) and definitely not a long lost DW from the archives!). I can’t remember how old I was but I’d guess around nine, and I read The Haunting of Toby Jugg. Actually, I can’t remember anything about it now but it triggered my interest in the mysterious and macabre. There was never any question that I would write anything but horror.

Julia: I have many ideas for stories battling for attention in my mind, and all of them will make it on to the page at some point. Do you have lots of ideas for future horror novels flitting around your head, or do you wait for one strong idea to strike and then concentrate on that?

Steve: My brain is an Aladdin’s cave of foulness but I don’t commit anything to paper until it is fairly well-developed. The most I will do is make a quick outline of each because I can write only one novel at a time – I can’t dip in and out. I am rather handicapped in a way, in that my handwriting is illegible even to myself so I can’t jot down ideas on a pad when I’m out and about. I suppose I should carry a voice recorder but it seems so…wanky.

Julia: Have you ever come up with an idea for a story so horrific you’ve shocked yourself?

Steve: Yes. It was my autobiography and I nearly crapped myself. I decided it wasn’t fit for consumption and took the pages to the local crematorium to be properly destroyed.

Julia: My life can be a bit hectic so I enjoy reading novellas on my Kindle. There seems to be plenty of erotica and romance in this format, but not so many horror stories. I’ve certainly considered trying my hand at this length of story. Would you consider writing horror novellas? Do you think there is a market for them?

Steve: Oh, definitely. I think e-books are the ideal medium for shorter works such as short stories and novellas. A good two hour read is something I’ve grown to enjoy. Let us not forget that the greats – M R James, H P Lovecraft and so on – wrote short works. It is only in recent times that the commercial publishers lost interest. I hope they will see the error of their ways.

Julia: What are you working on at the moment?

Steve: I’m just finishing a horror novel set largely in Rome about vampires, sin, loyalty, betrayal and gods. No sparkling, no Chevrolet trucks - just evil and darkness. I’ve started and shelved a disturbing psychological horror and I would like to finish it this year. I might come up with one or two shorts in addition.


Thank you for taking the time to chat. I’ve pulled you away from your writing for long enough – so get back to it. I hope to see something new from you sooner rather than later (did I say I’m impatient?) Oh, and will you sign my book, please? :-)

Steve: Glad to – but you’ll never read the signature!

You can buy Diavolino in paperback from:
Barnes & Noble
Amazon US

Now available in the UK from The Book Depository !

Available from Amazon UK very soon!

You can find Steve lurking in these places...
www.steve-emmett.com
www.thewritingcouch.com
Facebook
Twitter
Goodreads

 
 
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I'm intrigued by haunted and mysterious locations, so I'm looking forward to reading this new book by Susan Roebuck. I thought I'd catch up with Susan and ask her a few questions about writing her dark paranormal story.

But first - a little about Hewhay Hall:

An unsung hero's destiny--Slater's house of horrors.

Fire-fighter Jude Elliott loses part of his leg trying to rescue a family held hostage during a terrorist attack. He journeys to mysterious Hewhay Hall, where it is told there are wondrous, magical cures. Little does Jude know that his destination is Slater The Prince of Envy's lair where demons reside and courageous souls are tormented... Can Jude escape Slater's house of horrors, or will he suffer for all of eternity?

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And over to Susan...

Julia: Hi, Sue. It’s great to have you back on my blog for the release of Hewhay Hall. The last time I interviewed you the story was out on submission. How did it feel when you got the news it had been accepted?
Susan: Hi, Julia, thank you for inviting me back. It’s like winning the lottery when your manuscript gets accepted, isn’t it? Euphoria, delight and an incredible feeling of being so energized I was ready to take on any project and get that accepted too. (Fortunately, I soon calmed down.)

Julia: What inspired you to write Hewhay Hall?
Susan: It was part of a challenge I did with some other writers. We decided to see if we could each write a story (of our own choosing) in a genre we weren’t used to. I chose dark paranormal and found that it was my perfect niche. Scared me like crazy, though, when I was writing – I even dreamt about some of the scenes. And talking of inspiration, I don’t think I can really pinpoint where I get my ideas from. I usually have a spark and imagine a character – that’s how Perfect Score began. With Hewhay Hall I continued Perfect Score’s theme of injustice (which is a theme that also runs through my current work in progress). This time, instead of faulty characters, I wanted to write about unsung heroes. Don’t ask me why I wanted that, it must have been an idea I dredged up from somewhere in my addled brain!

Julia: The cover art features the Hall, itself and, as you know, I love old buildings – derelict houses and churches. Did you have a specific building in the back of your mind when you were writing the story?
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Susan: The Hall is actually an ethereal mirage. It changes according to how the viewer perceives it. The one on the cover is a version (some people will view it like that). Others see it as a shimmering golden structure, rambling with towering spires. A person who has read the book imagined it like this...




I’m going to love hearing how readers imagine it!

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Julia: And I Imagined it to be like this...


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Julia: Who is your favourite character in Hewhay, and why?
Susan: It has to be the main character, Jude. He’s a firefighter who’s been hurt in a terrorist bomb explosion. He entered the building against orders to try and save a family and ended up getting buried in the rubble before losing part of his leg. He’s been pensioned out of the service with no medals (unsung hero) and he’s desperate to regain something of his life with his beloved wife. He’s not feeling sorry for himself, in fact he’s pretty feisty, but he’s on a quest to find Hewhay Hall where he believes he’ll find a way to achieve his objective. There are a couple of quirky characters in the story: Leah, Jude’s sister-in-law, who’s suffering from teenage angst and will come up with phrases like, “You exaggerate a million times too much, you know.” She thinks she’s a witch (and she does have some talent), and her idol, besides Jude, is Roma the next door neighbour who is a 148% real wiccan. She drifts about with her familiar Aloe the cat and finds situations “unutterably awful”, and people, “A perfect saint. A little dowdy perhaps…”

Julia: What are you working on at the moment?
Susan: I’m working on a novel that was interrupted by Hewhay Hall. Its protagonists come from Alaska, USA and Norfolk UK. They’ll meet up (maybe!) in the Alentejo in Portugal. This novel will really take the themes of injustice and corruption to their rawest, cruellest forms. There’s a female bullfighter in it, and a quaint fishing village that’s about to be destroyed by greed. At the moment it’s called “When the Moon Fails” but that could change at any moment. I hope I’ll have it finished by the end of the year.  Then, after that, it’ll be back to paranormal. I really love writing that.

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And here is an excerpt:
Sunday

Jude stared down the hill at the glint on the water and then across to the fields baked hard by weeks of sun. He’d followed the directions to the letter, so this was the right place. But where was Hewhay Hall?

A row of swallows balanced on a wire stretching overhead, each facing the same way as Jude, who rested against a five-bar gate. They too seemed to be eyeing the fallen tree trunks that littered the overgrown path down the rocky hillside. They were lucky—they could fly, but Jude had to hobble.

The air moved on the other side of the marshland. He didn’t imagine it. A definite ripple, the kind that alters your vision when a migraine’s about to start. Although the shift was fleeting, he had the idea something was down there after all, very faint and hard to describe. The outline of a building? Or maybe just heat haze. Whatever, he’d come this far—he’d go and investigate.

The latch and hinges on the gate were so rusted, Jude couldn’t open it. Nothing for it, then, but to climb over. He propped his crutches against the wooden bars, placed his hands on the top, and hauled himself up so his right leg got a footing on a lower rung. Now he could sit on the top. He bent down, picked up what was left of his other leg, and maneuvered it over until he straddled the gate. It creaked under his weight. As he swung his right leg over, he teetered, tried to grab the top bar but lost his balance and fell headlong into a bramble patch.

Prickles stabbed him as he lay on his back, his whirling gaze locked on a wiggly jet trail in the cloudless sky. Once the world righted itself, he pushed himself up on his elbows and extracted some of the more painful brambles before rolling onto his right knee. His bum in the air, he hoped no one was looking and that he retained a shred of dignity as he balanced on his right leg and wobbled his way upright. As he tried to stand, his knee locked. He was a second away from landing back on the ground but he grabbed an oak tree trunk for support.

Bloody hell. Wasn’t it about time they gave him a prosthesis? He bent to rub his stump, still raw after all this time. Why wasn’t he healing?

Want to read more? Hewhay Hall is available from Amazon US and Amazon UK.

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Huge thanks, Sue, for stopping to chat - new releases can be hectic!!

To find out more about Susan, you can find her here:
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And check out Susan's first novel, Perfect Score, also available on Amazon


 
 
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This week I 've been interviewed by Claire Voet, author of The Ghost of Bluebell Cottage.

To read  click here: Claire Voet

Many thanks, Claire :-)

 
 
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I was tagged by Sarah Tanburn to take part in the Lucky 7 game - maybe not such lucky sentences for one of the characters in my WIP, Reflections

The instructions are:

Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript
Go to line 7
Post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are – no cheating
Tag 7 other authors to do the same



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So, here we go....

‘Spare some change, mate?’
  No!  He forced himself to look down at the figure huddled in a doorway – already claiming his night-time shelter. The man hunched against the wind, swathed in a heavy, grey overcoat big enough for a man twice his size, his frayed hoodie pulled low over his eyes. Nick was vaguely aware of the blur of people hurrying past. The blood drained from his face, his recent dream jabbing sharply to the front of his mind. The beggar looked up - and smiled a toothless grin from a weathered, whiskered face.

And in turn I tag:
Cat Cavendish
Susan Roebuck
Steve Emmett
Ute Carborne
Keith Pyeatt
Claire Voet
Elin Gregory

Good luck, everyone :-)

 
 
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I love disappearing off into the countryside exploring creepy, haunted and 'strange' locations.
Being a writer of supernatural and horror stories, I'll visit the places where some of my scenes are set, to see what they 'feel' like and I often take photographs so I can refer to them again when I'm writing.
The novel I'm writing at the moment is a ghost story set in East Anglia, and I thought I probably knew every alleged haunted house and mysterious place in the area... not so, it seems.

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I was talking to a friend of mine about the book I'm currently reading - A Cold Season, by Alison Littlewood, and how atmospheric the opening chapter was. I also mentioned that it features a scene where a car seems to roll backwards up a hill. My friend told me that there was in fact a road like that close by - but couldn't remember where it was. Now, I live in the Fens - we don't have a vast amount of hills here!
After a bit of research I discovered the place in question was the so called 'Spooky Hill', nr Warboys. I've read about 'magnetic' hills and optical illusions caused by the surrounding landscape which make a downward slope look like an upward slope. So I set off yesterday to see for myself - and I really expected to see that it was an optical illusion....

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But, no... it is a small hill - sloping gently on one side and steeper on the other - it is, in fact, a small bridge. We drove over the hill and stopped at the end of the white lines - turned off the engine, took the car out of gear and took off the handbrake. And... nothing...for about 2 seconds - then the car started rolling backwards UP the hill. And it got faster as we approached the top. We finally stopped when the car reached the level bridge on the crest of the hill. It was the most peculiar feeling - probably more so as we were travelling backwards. We did it twice (just to check) and I also got out of the car to walk beside it as it went up the hill (I wasn't 'driving' by the way)..and also to see if it felt like I was walking UP hill (it did). Based on what I saw and experienced we were rolling up a hill. Now, I'm pretty sure there's a rational explanation - I'd love to know what it is, though!

 
 
Today, it is my pleasure to have Etopia Press author, Catherine Cavendish, back on my website to talk about her latest horror release - The Demons of Cambian Street...
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Sometimes evil wears a beautiful face...

After her illness, the quiet backwater of Priory St Michael seemed the ideal place for Stella to recuperate. But in the peaceful little town, something evil is slumbering, waiting for its chance to possess what it desires. When Stella and her husband move into the long-empty apartment, they're unaware of what exists in the cupboard upstairs, the entrance to an evil that will threaten both their lives



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Catherine Cavendish
_ Julia: The Demons of Cambian Street is your third release with Etopia Press. How have you found the experience of being published so far?
Cat: Certainly different to what I expected. It seems like eons ago now but I used to be naïve enough to think that a writer just wrote (and then rewrote and rewrote of course) but I was blissfully unaware of how much time and effort is required of an author to market their work. You can’t just leave it up to the publisher these days – well, not until you are a household name anyway. Etopia Press are great though. I have a first class editor, their cover art has quality stamped right the way through it and I am really pleased to be in their stable. I’ve learned a lot. In fact, at times, it seems the learning curve is actually vertical!

Julia: What inspired you to write The Demons of Cambian Street?
Cat: We live in a flat at the top of a 250 year old building which has undergone various metamorphoses during its history. Our apartment is on two floors and on the top floor, under the eaves, there is an old wooden door, leading down a step to a creepy, rambling, unlit cupboard – more like an inner room really. To the right is an open doorway, through which is a very large abandoned Christmas tree. You cannot see beyond it. To the left, the cupboard rambles off into the distance. Scary, believe me. Goodness knows what’s at the back of  there. If you read the story, you’ll recognize it.

Julia: Who is your favourite character in ‘Demons?
Cat: That’s quite a tough one. I like Rhiannon. She reminds me a little of an old friend of mine who is a lovely lady I don’t see nearly enough of these days. Rhiannon is a white witch, with a heart of gold and a lot of guts. I also like Stella, my main character. She’s tougher than she at first appears.

Julia: Have you ever visited any haunted houses?
Cat: Oh yes. I live in one for a start! Our flat appears to be haunted by a lady who once lived there. My husband has actually spoken to her. She moves things around sometimes – I think to let us know she’s there. When you talk to her, she doesn’t do it for a while. Sometimes I hear someone moving around and I think it’s my husband. I go to investigate but there’s no one there. Nothing sinister though. Elsewhere in the building is a social club and in the snooker room, there is a very different spirit. Some of the bar staff refuse to go on there alone and something was caught on CCTV once. No one could explain it.

Julia: What are you working on at the moment?
Cat: I recently signed a contract with Etopia Press for another paranormal horror novella called ‘The Devil Inside Her’. This will be coming out in May. My latest work in progress is called ‘Miss Abigail’s Room’. It’s set in Victorian times and has a definite Gothic feel about it. Scary and creepy though. I had goose-bumps writing it so I think that’s a good sign. I hope so anyway!

The Demons of Cambian Street is available now from:
AMAZON UK
AMAZON US
BARNES & NOBLE
You can find out more about Catherine Cavendish on her blog

Well, I'm certainly looking forward to reading Catherine's upcoming tales of horror... and below you can find Cat's previous releases - In My Lady's Chamber and Cold Revenge!
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Jasen Quick's debut novel, The Significant Deaths of Cage and Constance is released today.

To find out more about Jasen, take a look at my interview with him here.

 
 
Dreaming, Not Sleeping
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Come with me.
The words insinuated themselves into the hushed conversations of my dream, but my tempter remained elusive. Amid the chaos and shattered images that made no sense, his voice remained; a constant lure, drawing me to the shadows, tempting me down nightmare alleys and into windowless rooms - searching. Buildings shifted and changed, evolved and collapsed until I was wandering across wastelands. And so it continued each night– my dreams became empty but for the promises of something I’d always wanted but never found. I didn’t want to wake in the mornings, and bed became a battleground. All I wanted to do was sleep...

Short Excerpt - Story length 2,500 words

 
 
Last week I interviewed author Susan Roebuck, and asked her about writing her short story An Act of Kindness, which has been included in an anthology put together by Ethics Trading.

You can now find more information about this collection of stories here.
Proceeds go to Medecins sans Frontieres.
J
 
 
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Friend and author, Susan Roebuck wandered out of the sunshine into the shadows, so I grabbed her while she was here and asked her a few questions. Don't worry, I'll let her go. Probably.

See what she had to say here.