Interview with author TODD CARD
In our first interview for Autoeroticasphyxium (when it was in print) we discussed your novel Hell Cometh. How well has it done since the interview was published? Are copies of the book still in print?
First, I would like to thank you and AEA for giving me another opportunity to discuss any aspect of my writing history. AEA was, and has remained, an outlet which supports efforts such as mine, and I am grateful to have associated my content with them during my writing career.
With the exposure from AEA, I garnered a wealth of information exchange as well as an extended reader base, which I would have never seen otherwise. Hell Cometh reached levels of success of which I never dreamed. Many copies were sent to various countries around the world. I find it flattering that my work has been so well received.
After your interview, I was subsequently asked to do many others through a variety of media publications. In their own way, each managed to shine a light on my little book and many more copies sold, to my delight. The paperback went into a fourth publication when the publisher decided to distribute a different way. My work was placed on the Internet for digital distribution. As of that point, I have been unaware of any aspect of its online or printed copy success. Amazon Prime members are able to read the entire novel for free online.
Most of the interviews were within the United States, but I did take part in a couple of articles and talk show blogs, which were internationally based publications. The first was out of Canada.
I was not aware your interview led to that much success for you. From what countries outside the U.S. did you receive orders for Hell Cometh? Did your increased readership include both authors and fans?
There were many who approached me to do audio, video, and written interviews, which went out in various directions. In turn, granting my work far more exposure than I ever anticipated during the initial publication process. I should add, at that point, the beginning of Hell Cometh being introduced to a public format, my web exposure was massive by comparison to what it is now. The more interviews I did, the more exposure through those outlets I gained, as well as my personal promotions through my social connections. The footprint for that novel grew at a breakneck speed, much to my astonishment. At one point, I was featured on the front page of the Current In Carmel (a local newspaper for towns in Indiana--where I lived at the time of initial publication). They also granted me a generous two-page centerfold article which featured fan based photos from all over the country and locations around the world.
Many new readers reached out to me and my publisher to generate larger distribution efforts. The novel soon sold to every state in the United States of America, and then . . . we began receiving international shipping requests. I was aware of many of those shipments because I signed countless copies to be shipped. We sent cases of the book to the United Kingdom, Scotland, Ireland, Sweden, Holland, Canada, South America, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, and more. Listed in no particular order. Here is an interesting bit of information. When shipping to Australia, expect your shipment to take a very long time to reach the projected destination.
My new reader base did include several authors, as well as fans. Some of these authors were friends of mine through social media, also from meeting entertainment personalities such as Norman Reedus, Laurie Holden (who played Andrea in The Walking Dead) ordered her copy from my publisher personally and subsequently spread my work throughout the main (inner circle) cast of the show, Traci Lords, etc. Many of those folks had exposure to writers and other authors who contacted us seeking copies of the book. We even sent out media kits to a few contacts seeking a possible opportunity to turn the work into a movie. One of those media kits went to Rob Zombie’s Wife, Sheri Moon Zombie. Nothing ever really materialized from those kits.
As a result of these exchanges, I ended up meeting personalities who write for Star Trek and other horror and science fiction outlets. I gained influence throughout writer communities all over and was able to help very talented friends of mine to get published and find success. At one point I created a group on Facebook, Splatterpunk Saints. My intent for this group was to attract people from various creative directions to pool our efforts to offer free and effective help to those who needed it. Eventually, I walked away from this group once it was self-sustaining. I was able to grant exposure and provide help to others. My splatterpunk mess began to serve the greater good and I was happy.
Did you expect Hell Cometh to blow up as big as it did when you initially released it? Describe the surprise you experienced when you saw how successful it became.
I would be lying if I said I had any expectations for that book's (as I do with all my others, I have stashed) success. I never expected that story to find its way out of my trunk. Had it not been for a super nosy houseguest, it would have never seen the light of day. Any success was shocking--beyond my wildest dreams! I tried to plug the book everywhere I went, but then I got an interview with a news publication in Carmel, IN (where I lived when Hell Cometh launched) things really went crazy. I was placed on the cover of that publication and given a center spread. TWO PAGES PLUS THE COVER?! Floored...is the only way I can describe how I felt.
Then I had a tattoo parlor wanting to do my cover design as a tattoo for me, to promote their shop! I laid for five hours to get my artwork tattooed onto my leg! Totally free! However, I gave the tattoo artist a generous tip for his time and skill. They wanted to be able to advertise that I got work done there. And then, a local party supply store brought me in to sign copies of my book during their annual Halloween day sale! When I showed up, they had posters of my work and me in their window! There was a line of people waiting to buy copies! There were people in that line, who already owned signed copies--and they were buying more! This also happened at the conventions. I actually met a creative writing professor associated with the University of Kentucky who brought several students along to buy more copies of Hell Cometh at that convention. They all introduced themselves, told me how much they loved my story, and then he told me he was using my work as an example to his students in his class! You could have knocked me over with a feather! My work was being used to teach higher learning?! My work?! I still think I was simply hallucinating...yeah, that's it--hallucinating.
Totally and completely Gobsmacked, was I.
I met people everywhere I went who had bought my work. There were people coming up to me at the grocery store to talk about my book. My insurance guy called me up, out of the blue, and told me he had seen me on the cover of The Current in Carmel. He wanted five copies of the book! My doctor told me he had seen it too! It was as if everywhere I turned, people were coming up to me. Suffering from extreme P.T.S.D. and an acute anxiety disorder, the way I do, I can't express enough how all this sudden attention presented some interesting challenges for me. Eventually, I understood not everyone who approached me was out to kill me. I have to laugh at that, but it is true.
Then, one Christmas morning, I was greeted with a pile of unexpected gifts left at my front door! They were all from Zombie Santa! One gift was a very expensive gift set of Crystal Skull Vodka (the one with the extra two shooter skulls). Shocked and amazed, was I. Any success was welcome, but all of this really made me feel wonderful. Coming from such a past as mine, it was so simply wonderful. I am about to turn 48 and I have never had a birthday party. Growing up, I never got anything for Christmas. My birthday was never celebrated. I was a part of a family of four and there were only three chairs which sat around our kitchen table. I was forced to eat my food while standing with my back to the family, the furthest distance away from the table as possible. So, I have always felt as if I was nothing special to anyone. I have never really felt so appreciated and loved. I felt love, probably for the first time in my life, and it was good.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a pity party, it is just how my life has been. My book changed all that. Something I created brought me love and admiration. That story was always nothing more to me than a notebook stuck in a trunk. That was all it was ever meant to be. Anything positive was a total surprise.
Which publication from Canada was the first outside the U.S. to interview you? How much information did you relate about Hell Cometh? Did you receive a free copy of this publication if it was in print, or do you have a link if it was for the net?
I must confess. I consider blog sites and fan sites to coexist with traditional paper and print publications. Perhaps, many would disagree with my consideration on this subject, however, that is how I feel. After your interview was published about me and my work, I went on a blitzing campaign to gain as much notice as possible. I did not have a publicist, nor a literary agent. Therefore, I worked directly for my publisher in the capacity of promoting my work, made available through them. So, through my Facebook and Twitter campaigns, I accumulated a lot of friends and readers. I shot your interview with me out, like there was no tomorrow. That gained the attention of a Blogtalk radio group called, FRANCY AND FRIENDS Online Radio/BlogTalkRadio. It was through this group I conducted my first audio interview. Again, I blasted the link to this interview all over Facebook and Twitter.
With the numbers of friends associated with my info blasts, many began to repost my posts and retweet my tweets. The next two audio interviews came about. One of the two was associated with FRANCY AND FRIENDS as a Canadian affiliate. The second was with the Gruesome Hertzogg Podcast. I believe it was one of these two. However, at the time of these interviews, I was participating in many. All of the interviews in which I have participated, written, audio, and video presented to me with different lines of questioning but all mostly concentrating the perspective on my work, Hell Cometh.
Most of the feedback of the audio and video publications submitted links from the interviews along with detailed information regarding their particular forms of info-sharing. I’m most cases, I was able to taper down my advertising to posting simple links with small parcels of information. Between those who conducted the interview and my modest word of mouth, interest spread. The greater the word spread the faster requests were submitted for more interviews and the volume soon became overwhelming.
Yours is one of the rarest of these, as you took the time to send a copy of our time together, as well as more samples of your printed work. This is one of the main reasons I have endeavored to retain communication with you and appreciate your interest in me. Your publication is bold, daring, and carries a swagger I find healthy and energetic. And it stands to this day, whereas other interviews I conducted no longer exist or have taken ‘said links’ down in favor of more current personalities.
What else can you tell the readers about FRANCY AND FRIENDS? Where on the internet can this group be located and what guests do they usually have?
At the time I was contacted to do the interview for FRANCY AND FRIENDS, I really didn't know who they were. They reached out to me through Facebook and requested my time. I was happy to do anything I could to promote the launch of my initial offering. Once we agreed to a call time, I contacted everyone on my social networking sites and invited them to tune in. Not only did many follow the link to listen, several took the time to call in with questions for the podcast! I was shocked my work had attracted so much attention and even more astounded to hear my friends from the Internet calling in to speak with me and give their feedback about my novel.
I conducted the interview while sitting outside in my backyard, enjoying a late Spring evening. At this point in the game, I was not accustomed to people wanting to talk to me about my work. I had not attended any conventions or book signings. Those would come later. At the time, I was blown away with all the support and reader testimonials! I had no idea what awaited me on the convention circuit and book signings. My wildest notions would pale by comparison to what I would later experience. FRANCY AND FRIENDS and Gruesome Hertzogg launched my work into a higher realm of notability, which caught me completely by surprise.
Since I have been away from the social networking side of my work, I have had to retrace my footsteps from back then to find links to interviews and reviews, for that project. I found FRANCY AND FRIENDS here.
The statement on their landing page covers what they do. "WE ARE FRANCY AND FRIENDS AND WE ARE PROUDLY SPONSORED BY BLACK BED SHEET BOOKS http://www.downwarden.com/blackbedsheet AND SHOT IN THE DARK COMICS http://www.shotinthedarkcomics.com/ SO JOIN JOY FLYNN AND I AS WE TRY TO BRING YOU THE BEST IN ENTERTAINMENT. AS WE INTERVIEW SOME OF THE GREATEST ENTERTAINERS OF ALL TIME! WE ALSO HAVE THE VERY LOVABLE JOHN LINK"
I have searched this site thoroughly, but have been unsuccessful in finding my actual interview with them. I would suspect, after this long, my time would have been purged to make room for more recent guests.
I did, however, locate the interview I conducted with Gruesome Hertzogg! It can be found at this link.
Who were some of the people who called in while you were interviewed on FRANCY AND FRIENDS? Did you have callers seeking an audience with you on Gruesome Hertzogg?
Out of fear of forgetting someone who called in, I would simply like to say it was around five or six friends from Facebook and a couple of friends whom I personally know. They were all excited about the interview and all wanted to ask a question (or questions) regarding my work at the time. They called in with both FRANCY AND FRIENDS and Gruesome Hertzogg. All were super supportive and excited about what I had produced. I felt their affection and support, which left me with an odd sense of vindication after the interview.
When I say, 'vindication', what I mean is...I have fought a lifelong battle with severe Dyslexia. This challenge has been with me since the very beginning of my life. I had lived in Florida when I started school. My 'challenge' was discovered then, however, my intellect was also revealed at that time. Once testing through the school system was concluded, it was decided that I should attend a Governers School for the Gifted and Talented. Back in the early 70's I would attend a different school entirely from the one I originally started. These days, those schools have been integrated into the general education programs with enhanced programs for students who are recognized for their intellect. Soon after my family moved to Virginia. Despite growing up in such an impoverished area of Virginia--I have been able to maintain the skills required to write large bodies of work, such as Hell Cometh.
My grandparents, on my mother's side (the quote which begins Hell Cometh was from my dearly beloved grandfather), insisted I grow up learning from the Funk and Wagnal Encyclopedia. My dearly loved and departed mother, (may God rest her soul) insisted I learn from those volumes, while she signed me up for a subscription to National Geographic. She kept my mind focused and guided me towards a life of dreaming for bigger things. With the philosophy that I could literally do anything I want, with no respect to any kind of disability, such as Dyslexia. Despite being born a 'blue baby' (what they called us back then), I have managed to overcome the odds stacked against me, more times than I care to mention. I have lived a wonderful and exciting life, for which I am truly thankful.
Who did you meet who had written for Star Trek? Which spinoff series of the show were they associated with?
The writer for Star Trek was a friend of mine on Facebook before an invitation to Splatterpunk Saints had been extended in his direction. I wish to reserve his name (out of respect for his privacy) but his Facebook profile had him (at the time) working from the Netherlands. We met (via Facebook) through another author group with which we had both been members. My general understanding of his connection with the Star Trek franchise was, he worked as a writer for the newer market audiences. Trekkies who love the new concepts within the traditional essence of Star Trek and those who are recently new to the latest movie experience. He always exercised a high level of diplomacy and professionalism where I was concerned. I could clearly see how well he fit in with other writers who were also members of Splatterpunk Saints. I am unaware of any spin-off experience he may have and I have not visited his web-based social connections in a very long time. That is to say, in excess of over a year ago.
How often did you make convention appearances promoting Hel Cometh? Any memories you want to share from them?
I started doing the conventions which came to the Indianapolis area. Since promoting for my work was basically left entirely to me, I paid the table fees and bought the books for resale at the conventions. I attended my first horror convention as a spectator, just to get a feel for the event genre. I was blown away by how cool this convention was!
I met celebrities who were interested in my work, who took copies of Hell Cometh (of course I took several copies to hand out for promoting while I was there), took pictures with me and my work, and who kept up with me after the curtains closed. This is where I met Norman Reedus. It was a stroke of dumb luck, we met. He was super gracious and friendly to me. We talked for a while, he took a picture with me, we talked further and he took a copy of Hell Cometh. I firmly believe he was the one who got those in the main cast of The Walking Dead (at that time) to start ordering copies of my work. It was a great time.
I was hooked on the conventions! I started signing up for every horror convention coming through the Indianapolis area. They were a lot of work, I was already sick and heavily medicated, but that didn't stop me. I started buying table space and selling copies!
One note of interest. I had joined a local horror writers club in the Indianapolis area. I went to a couple of meetings. Met a wonderful friend, who is still a friend to this day, but learned what not to do if I wanted to succeed. I left the group just before Hell Cometh was launched because I felt those meetings were nothing more than an ego stroke fest for those who had already published work. I found little to no actual support, but learned that if it was to be, it was up to me!
At my second Days of the Dead convention, I had two tables in a primo location. That is a lot of space! By that time I had learned to get a good spot in a hot location where I could most effectively work the traffic. The Days of the Dead organizers were also familiar with me and my product from a previous convention together. They were wonderful and accommodating in every way. I will always remember the Days of the Dead folks. Good people and outstanding conventions!
I had gained marketable experience with these conventions and it paid off, with huge dividends. The head of the very same local horror writers group was down from me a bit at my last Days of the Dead convention. He unloaded his novellas and had a pretty fancy spread going up when I noticed his booth. He waved and came over to say hello. I was nice in return. He acknowledged my work, which he had publically poo-pooed in front of the other attendees at the last group meeting. I could easily handle the criticism within the organization but I could not stomach the ego on this guy and some of the others in the upper positions within their organization. I signed a copy and gave it to him. He told me to come over to his table and buy any of his books I felt like I just had to have.... Real cute. Later he would decide to try every way possible to get me to return to his collective. I will explain.
The convention doors swung open and within minutes people worked to buy copies of my work. His fishing hole stayed dry from what I could see. Other vendors in my area of the convention floor wondered aloud what my deal was. I was shocked! The people just kept coming! A friend of mine and a contributor to Hell Cometh is Aaron Hoover of Carmel, IN. He helped me through that convention. I was quite ill, unable to do a lot of the lifting, and not making great decisions. He worked like a champ to promote the book, answered questions asked by interested parties, and provided me with outstanding company all three days. Honestly, I would have never been able to make it through that convention without him. He and his friends, Paul Arnone and Micah Wade Beck with others, ran the floors of the convention and actually funneled more interest and readers to my table. Those guys made that convention one of the most special occasions of my entire life. All, out of the kindness of their hearts. I couldn't sign the copies fast enough! The leader of the local horror writers group was so upset over my apparent success, he didn't even work his own table on the last day. He just left. Winning through success is such a sweet victory. I also rejected his and others requests to return to the writers group. I made a good friend of one of them and cherish that friendship to this day, but I would never attend another meeting.
Aaron Hoover also did something else which was special to me. He knew how much I thought of Traci Lords. She was at this convention. He labored in secret to get me a signed copy of a print from her and then, on the last day, Traci Lords came walking up to my table! I was gobsmacked by this! My boyhood dreams had come true! There before me stood Traci Lords. Asking for a copy of my work. She came from her booth and walked all the way across the convention, full of fans, to come see me! She came around to my side of the table as others stood around with their jaws dropped, gave me a strong hug, took some pictures and video with me, grabbed a copy of Hell Cometh, and then softly faded away. That was one of the greatest days of my life. Thanks to Aaron Hoover and his friends.
When you heard one press kit went to Sheri Moon Zombie, did you hope that Rob Zombie would possibly work on a film version of Hell Cometh? How well would a film version of the book do if one was ever made?
After Hell Cometh was on the market for a while, reader supported fan pages began to pop up. A young lady from Big Stone Gap, Virginia (Teresa) started talking about the way my work read. I was told repeatedly by different folks, none of whom knew one from the other, my work “...reads like a movie!” There was a discussion, albeit brief--on what director most participating within that discussion felt would do the book justice. Not only was Rob Zombie’s name among the first lifted for consideration, the vast majority agreed that he was perfect for the job . . . if he approached it from the perspective of how he remade Halloween. These readers, on their own, generated a method of communication between my publisher and those in Sheri Moon Zombie’s public relations group. My publisher sent the press kit and nothing further was mentioned. We all simply assumed there was no interest and we moved on.
This reader from Big Stone Gap, Virginia (which is located less than twenty minutes from the actual town that inspired Wisdom, Virginia. The location of Hell Cometh), was at the time, a student of Mountain Empire Community College in Big Stone Gap. She took the initiative to talk to the campus audio visual department about doing a documentary about the book and me as its writer. She was quite determined to spread the word about my work.
I firmly believe Rob Zombie would bring justice to my work. If, as others have stated, he stayed true to the principles, by which he directed the remake of Halloween. I feel he could create a fantastic work of art. Others may disagree, but I see his eye through his work. He approaches the depiction of life at its true value. He represents his work from a visceral perspective, which is exactly how I wrote Hell Cometh. Life, at some point or another, is visceral. I am not concerned with ‘gilding the lily’ with my work to appeal to a greater majority of readers. As a writer, I want to grow and refine my art, but I want it always to remain true. Visceral in its many states. I feel Mr. Zombie appreciates that aspect of the art he creates in movies.
How many people joined Splatterpunk Saints after you launched it on Facebook? How many contacts did you make there?
I created Splatterpunk Saints to do something on a large scale. I wanted to help other writers, artists, musicians, editors, and so on. I also wanted this group to observe a constitution of principles dedicated to helping others without the expectation of reciprocation.
When I had reached a certain level of publication, I realized I could help others with certain contacts I had made along the way. I was approached to write a short story to be added to a horror anthology. The person who proposed this idea to me worked with me on a couple of ideas. At the time this came about, I knew of an insanely talented dark poet--heavily influenced by the works of Edgar Allen Poe. I proposed the idea of me coming on board for this work if he also allowed this dark poet the opportunity to publish his work within certain sections of the book. I felt this man could keep the pulse steady between each short story by contributing his pros and suddenly we had an agreement. I felt this man had tremendous talent and needed the rest of the world to sample his amazing work. Telling him about his additions to this project brought me great joy. And, he has succeeded wonderfully after the initial exposure in that work. We are great friends and consider ourselves brothers through our craft. I wanted others to know this feeling.
I built the forum and invited key players into the game of Splatterpunk Saints. They were writers, editors, artists, poets, publishers, etc. We all agreed that any new members would have to come through invitation only and we were to remain elusive while in pursuit of outstanding contributors, as well as people we could help. I was acting president of this organization as we began promoting our members, sharing samples of work, and helping others find success. I quickly learned I would need, not one but two vice presidents. So, we could keep an even standing with decisions in the future. We had fun playing in our little Facebook sandbox. I met a blinding array of new talent, seasoned professionals, and supercharged dreamers. All of whom it was my great pleasure to know. After a while of working with this organization, I looked closely at our group and decided they could proceed without me. I was no longer a necessary component to the thriving success that was Splatterpunk Saint. Perhaps, I never truly was? I stepped away from the group and left it in incredibly capable hands. I haven’t returned, but I’m sure they are still going wonderfully. They were freely giving, bartering, thriving, and blessing the world with kindness and assistance. I’m profoundly confident, this continues to this day.
You were on hiatus from social media. What did you do during your time off and want made you decide to return?
My hiatus from all social networking and advertising came about for many reasons. I will state, without question, I found the task of walking away quite painful. I had amassed a large collection of good friends, both from my childhood, as well as new friends from the Internet. I announced, for my reasons, I was going to walk away and that is exactly what I did. Now, saying something and following through with your statement can be a daunting challenge. I was forced into walking away, and so I had to turn my back on solid friends...much to my deepest sorrow, and do just that. Walk.
The most important reason I left social networking was because I was diagnosed with a serious and devastatingly aggressive disease just after Hell Cometh launched. It was weeks before I could sit my wife down to tell her and then even longer before we talked to our daughters and my in-laws. I have no family left on my side of our marriage, so I didn't need to worry about anything there. I was placed on an incredible amount of medications, which shook me to my core. One doctor led to the next, who led to another specialist, which added more medications on top of the mountain of pills I consumed each day. I found myself going through x-ray machine after x-ray machine, MRI machine after MRI machine, CT scan after CT scan. Finally, I ended up in a state of complete vegetation. One fine day two specialists told me, together, I had four years left to live. Approximately.
I had a decision to make. We lived in a state far away from my wife's family. We were paying on a mortgage. Do I just ride things out and die, to leave my wife alone--isolated from anyone she knows? Leave her alone with two kids and a mortgage to pay? Or, do I rally myself and put in the work to change the future for my spouse and kids? I had been told my days were numbered and something had to be done. Again, I was given my terminal diagnosis alone. It took me about a month to talk to my wife about what I had learned. After learning how sick I was, we talked for a while. When she stopped crying we talked about how we would tell our kids. How we would approach talking to her parents. What we, as a couple, would tell our friends. My wife and I decided, to be honest, and just tell everyone. We did just that. Let the chips fall where they may. We decided it was time to fight again, not take the diagnosis lying down.
So, I put a call into my doctor's office to ask about the medications I was taking and any alternative treatments I could use to prolong my life. My doctor stated the following, "Mr. Card, you are on the medications we have prescribed because we want you to be comfortable in your final days." That was it. I replied, "So, what you are saying is, you are numbing me out to die? Is that all? Nothing more?" Her response was, "Yes." I fired them on the spot. We started looking for locations throughout the country to treat my condition. We found Oregon State University Hospital in Portland, Oregon. All the way across the country. My wife and I talked more about the future and decided it was time to sell the house and move. She wasn't going to let me go that easy.
I set about the daunting task of 'white knuckling' my way off of the medications. This is completely insane, so don't try this at home kids, but my wife and I did the research on my medications. We determined what I needed to keep me functioning and what could go. At the time, I was on MASSIVE doses of Morphine, Oxycontin, Oxycodone, and many other pain medications a day. I counted thirty-seven pills a day, were going down my throat to keep me moving. I took myself off of everything except blood pressure medication (because when you are in a constant state of misery, your blood pressure stays high) and a heart medication. A medication required to regulate and lower my heart rate, because of the constant pain. I drank gallons and gallons of sports drinks, sweat my way through my favorite chair in the living room, ruined a queen sized blanket, and many changes of clothes. I found, as I went through these withdrawals, the smell of the opiates and Morphine excreting through my sweat glands created a pungent miasma around anything I touched. Everything had to be thrown out.
After several months of coming off of the pain medications, I learned I would need something for pain as my wife and I prepared our house for sale in favor of moving to Oregon for help. So, I had to drink. I drank (roughly) three gallons of 80 proof vodka a week, every week it took until our house was ready to list. I am a highly functional drunk, so I was able to put the work in. Just as long as I stayed plowed for the daily grind of home remodeling. Once we listed our house for sale, the second showing brought us a full price offer with no strings attached. The prospective buyers also granted us extra time for moving out before giving them possession of the property. Those folks were super nice and understanding. We went to close, I stopped drinking, and we moved across country.
My wife and I loaded up our 16-year-old West Highland White Terrier (Mr. Nickie) and drove from my in-laws house in Virginia to stay for a week before our drive to Portland, OR. We left from there. Our daughters decided to stay behind and do their own thing. My oldest has a son, I have yet to meet. He will be two years old, this April. But, we all understood we were chasing a slim chance to keep me alive. At times, I think they expected my wife to return alone, soon after we moved.
As of January 2017, I have passed the four-year terminal diagnosis projection. I have also come off of all of my medications, except for my blood pressure meds (for now) and I have not touched a drop of alcohol since we arrived in Oregon. Now, even my liver function and all blood count numbers are running normal, for the most part. I have even been ordered to cut my cholesterol dosage in half, on a daily basis. I still suffer tremendous pain 24/7, but I have access to healthier coping mechanisms where we are now. We will be here a year, in June. My doctor has taken me off the terminal list. I have lost over seventy pounds and I'm feeling great...except for the pain and loss of feeling in large swaths of my body! I can no longer feel my hands and legs, however, I continue to work with them to help with muscle memory and stability.
I still have the damage done by my disorder but I'm fighting it and staying strong. My wife found an outstanding job where her coworkers treat her wonderfully. And, recently, I have started to reconnect with friends through Facebook. I really missed my friends! Many of whom have expressed elation over my reaching out to them. Some, however, are not interested in hearing from me. Again, I assume it is because of the way I had to walk away. I don't blame them. Things are what they are.
A lengthy explanation for your question, to be sure, but my hiatus was more of a fight to stay alive rather than a simple break from social networking obligations.
Now, I hope to continue to write and move forward with my life. Continue to build and rebuild friendships with people on the social networking platforms as well as folks I meet during my daily life. I have been working on some short stories to warm up to writing full time, again. I will release some of that work exclusively to my friends online to see how I am received. Testing the pool, so to speak. If the reaction is warm, I will continue writing for the public eye. If not, I will still write for myself and just add to my collection in the trunk. I never expected to be a published writer in the first place. Any success I have had in the past, in my opinion, has simply been a happy accident. I don't look for lightning to strike twice with me. I woke up breathing today...so I'm content with that.
What was it like to reappear on social media following your healing process? How did friends react to seeing you again?
Coming back to social media, for me, has been a medicine I have taken with a heavy dose of trepidation. I have been quite careful to 'friend' actual people I know this time. In doing so, I have maintained a small group of folks instead of accumulating hundreds or even thousands, as done before. With regards to my return, I am staying with Facebook. I have not rejoined Twitter or some of the others of that format. I am familiar with Facebook and feel comfortable there.
My friends have been patient with me. I am not promising much in the way of future work. I want to put some fresh work on the market, however, there are those who are close to me who strongly insist that I don't. For health related issues, I am being heavily pushed to walk away from writing. Perhaps, I will write some short stories and just sacrifice them to the Internet Gods to stay in their good favor. Who knows? I have to approach everything from the perspective of my health now, as writing takes a lot out of me. My friends have been so supportive and welcoming. Some, however, have acted like they wouldn't piss down my throat if my guts were on fire. So, some are happy, others could care less. This is life.
How many editions of Hell Cometh have you published altogether since the first edition was released?
The last count of editions printed was four out of an estimated ten. I would really like to see someone pick it up and convert it to a graphic novel. I have had some requests to do artist renderings of the characters within the story. I am giving that serious consideration, because who else would know what the characters really look like aside from their actual creator? I might just give that a whirl and see what happens.
Do you have any ideas for short stories of late? Are you disappointed at not being able to write longer novels? Or rather do you feel lucky that you have survived so much?
I have many ideas which I feel would be best suited for the short story world. One of which is a story I am about to put on my Facebook account. I'm shooting for around fifteen pages, so I hope it works out. I have other novels I would love to write and get out there, based on the ones I have hand written and housed away in my trunk. I feel they may be better works if I work my writing into a smaller format. I believe, I can become more succinct, which ultimately may yield a more potent work.
I haven't yet resided myself to never write another novel, or two, or twelve. There are people close to me who don't want me to revisit my pain. They wish for me to move on and celebrate my life, as it has been given a new. Beating a terminal diagnosis is tough stuff, but I did it nonetheless. That said, I agree with not treading into dark places. Part of fighting for one's health is that you have to develop a greater sense of optimism. You need to cast out as many negative influences as possible because your life literally depends on it. That said, I need to do this. I have the stories. They are already there. They just need to be told or die with me. I have a whole new lease on life to explore. So, we will see at the end of the day what I end up doing.
I really do feel quite lucky for everything. I'm glad to be breathing. My blood work is looking better and better with each test and things just keep looking up. But, I would ask, what is the purpose of living if I can't do what I love while I'm here? Right now I am taking one day at a time. That is an improvement from one hour at a time. I've come a long way. And I want to continue to get better but living up to my potential is my best way to bounce back. Winning through success, again, is such a sweet victory. Why not do what I love, throw it out there, and see if anyone wants to pick it up. If not? Oh well . . . . All my windows and doors are open.
If you do decide to go ahead with a new novel, what do you think the storyline would be?
Any of my new books will have to go through a new publisher. I currently have a novel written. I, however, have no permission to sell it. I have been fighting to get control of that work for several years now. Unsuccessfully, but I continue to fight nonetheless. The title of that work is Cheating The Dead. It is another zombie novel, which takes place in Carmel, IN. I still retain permissions to write about that town but I want to use the story I already have.
I have another novel ready to go, which is a story involving my childhood. It is a retrospective piece which takes place in the early 80's. In addition, I have a trilogy written (hand written, in the trunk). All of which are horror titles. I will always stick with Horror as my genre of choice. That said, I will soon produce a non-fiction work. It represents some recent events in my life, which have been particularly challenging. However, I feel I can help people with this work. I plan on putting this piece out with the cooperation and collaboration of my personal physician. That is about all I have in the works for now. I also plan on amassing a large body of artwork to sell. I have earned a tremendous living as a professional artist for decades. I have also received many awards and accolades through my work. I want to continue to pursue art as well as writing for my immediate future. What comes as a result of these plans, is yet to be seen. I hope for the best but expect nothing.