Tonight’s second featured author is Richard Long. He write paranormal thrillers and occult horror. Thank you so much Richard for participating! You have officially wrapped this tour up!
Thanks so much everyone for following and reading. I truly wish all of the authors with whom I’ve had the pleasure of featuring all of the success in the world!!!!
Enjoy the final interview folks!
Genres: Paranormal Thriller/Occult Horror
Social Media connections:
Blog Talk Radio: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/richardlongnyc
Release Date: June 6, 2012
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Praise for The Book of Paul:
“Long’s prose is deft and clear, transporting the reader from one character’s psyche to the next…this tale is a compelling one. A psychological thriller for readers who are bored with run-of-the-mill horror…Those who embrace the genre will eagerly anticipate a second installment in the series.”
“Long is doubtless going to build a large and loyal fan base composed of people just like him: literate folks with a bizarre sense of humor who prefer salsa to sugar, red meat to broccoli, and a bucket of blood to a bath filled with rose petals. They will be waiting for the next installment.”
ForeWord Clarion Reviews
“The Book of Paul is a surreal spellbinding tale of terror and horror destined for bestseller status.”
RJ Parker – acclaimed bestselling true crime author of The Serial Killer Compendium
“Totally absorbing! The Book of Paul is moving, profound, funny, terrifying and never lets you go. The prose is swift and sharp… at times, even poetic. Masterful storytelling. Hats off!”
Henry Bean – writer/director of The Believer
“Intelligent and compelling. Elegantly written, immensely entertaining and original, Richard Long’s The Book of Paul is a very unusual novel – so suspenseful and entertaining that I kept on reading late into the night, wondering what the next chapter would bring. I strongly recommend it.”
James H. Cone, author of The Cross and the Lynching Tree
The Dream Palace
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Please provide a snippet from your most recently released book:
You tell your children not to be afraid. You tell them everything will be all right. You tell them Mommy and Daddy will always be there. You tell them lies.
Paul looked out the filthy window and watched the little girl playing in the filthier street below. Hopscotch. He didn’t think kids played hopscotch anymore. Not in this neighborhood. Hip-hopscotch, maybe.
“Hhmph! What do you think about that?”
Paul watched the little black girl toss her pebble or cigarette butt or whatever it was to square number five, then expertly hop, hop, hop her way safely to the square and back. She was dressed in a clean, fresh, red-gingham dress with matching red bows in her neatly braided pigtails. She looked so fresh and clean and happy that he wondered what she was doing on this shithole street.
The girl was playing all by herself. Hop, hop, hop. Hop, hop, hop. She was completely absorbed in her hopping and scotching and Paul was equally absorbed watching every skip and shuffle. No one walked by and only a single taxi ruffled the otherworldly calm.
Paul leaned closer, his keen ears straining to pick up the faint sound of her shiny leather shoes scraping against the grimy concrete. He focused even more intently and heard the even fainter lilt of her soft voice. Was she singing? He pressed his ear against the glass and listened. Sure enough, she was singing. Paul smiled and closed his eyes and let the sound pour into his ear like a rich, fragrant wine.
“One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, shut the door…”
He listened with his eyes closed. Her soft sweet voice rose higher and higher until…the singing suddenly stopped. Paul’s eyes snapped open. The girl was gone. He craned his neck quickly to the left and saw her being pulled roughly down the street. The puller was a large, light-skinned black man, tugging on her hand/arm every two seconds like he was dragging a dog by its leash. At first, he guessed that the man was her father, a commodity as rare in this part of town as a fresh-scrubbed girl playing hopscotch. Then he wondered if he wasn’t her father after all. Maybe he was one of those kinds of men, one of those monsters that would take a sweet, pure thing to a dark, dirty place and…
And do whatever a monster like that wanted to do.
Paul pressed his face against the glass and caught a last fleeting glance of the big brown man and the tiny red-checkered girl. He watched the way he yanked on her arm, how he shook his finger, how he stooped down to slap her face and finally concluded that he was indeed her one and only Daddy dear. Who else would dare to act that way in public?
“Kids!” Paul huffed. “The kids these days!”
He laughed loud enough to rattle the windows. Then his face hardened by degrees as he pictured the yanking daddy and the formerly happy girl. Hmmm, maybe he was one of those prowling monsters after all. Paul shuddered at the thought of what a man like that would do. He imagined the scene unfolding step by step, grunting as the vision became more and more precise. “Hhmph!” he snorted after a particularly gruesome imagining. “What kind of a bug could get inside your brain and make you do a thing like that?”
“Monsters! Monsters!” he shouted, rambling back into the wasteland of his labyrinthine apartments, twisting and turning through the maze of lightless hallways as if being led by a seeing-eye dog. He walked and turned and walked some more, comforted as always by the darkness. Finally, he came to a halt and pushed hard against a wall.
His hidden sanctuary opened like Ali Baba’s cave, glowing with the treasures it contained. He stepped inside and saw the figure resting (well, not exactly resting) between the flickering candles. At the sound of his footsteps, the body on the altar twitched frantically. Paul moved closer, rubbing a smooth fingertip across the wet, trembling skin and raised it to his lips. It tasted like fear. He gazed down at the man, his eyes moving slowly from his ashen face to the rusty nails holding him so firmly in place. The warm, dark blood shining on the wooden altar made him think about the red-gingham bunny again.
“Monsters,” he said, more softly this time, wishing he weren’t so busy. As much as he would enjoy it, there simply wasn’t enough time to clean up this mess, prepare for his guests and track her down. Well, not her, precisely. Her angry tugging dad. Not that Paul had any trouble killing little girls, you understand. It just wasn’t his thing. Given a choice, he would much rather kill her father. And make her watch.
1 When did you first start writing?
I think I was four years old. Did a lot of drawing too.
2 Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
I thought I was going to be an artist. I began using a lot of text in my paintings and drawings, so I shifted my primary focus to writing.
3 What genre do you prefer to work within? Or do you mix it up?
I prefer to mix it up¾like in a blender. The Book of Paul is a paranormal thriller with occult horror, mystery, sci-fi, humor and erotica. Trying to describe it in a single sentence is perhaps my most difficult task as a writer.
4 Where does your inspiration for these stories (this story) come from?
I’m inspired by the BIG questions. Why are we here? What is the purpose of life? What is this thing we call reality? I’m equally fascinated by people, particularly fringe types like the characters in this book. People who are out there.
5 What has your publishing experience been like?
I’m an indie, so my publishing experience has been…a hell of a lot of work. Book jacket design, interior text design, formatting, epublishing, and the million and five things you need to do in the marketing realm, like blog tours!
6 Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? i.e. You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
No music. I sit in the same rocking chair every day, because it’s the most comfortable chair for me to sit in for long periods of time. I start writing as soon as I have enough caffeine in me and I keep writing until I’m exhausted.
7 How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
I use a phone book. Seriously, I use names that pop into my head, or if I don’t like what’s popping, I’ll go online and look at baby name indexes and browse until one strikes my fancy. As for place names, they come fairly easily.
8 In your most recent work, who is your favourite character and why?
My favorite character in The Book of Paul is…Paul. Paul is the antagonist, to put it mildly. A villain’s villain and tons of fun to write. He’s a very complex character. Extremely smart, cunning, ruthlessly ambitious and gleefully evil. What’s not to love?
9 Did you learn anything from writing your book? What was it?
I learned so much. This book was extremely research intensive. The mythology in the paranormal/occult storyline includes and precedes ancient Egyptian and Celtic cultures. There is also a modern day sci-fi element that required a great deal of research. Luckily, I love to learn. My curiosity takes me to all sorts of interesting places. Ditto for readers.
10 How did you/do you market your work?
A lot of social marketing, through the usual channels. I’ve got a strong following on Twitter and Facebook. I do a lot of blog tours and some advertising. Recently I started a weekly blog radio show called The Dead End¾named after a very sinister social club in The Book of Paul. I really enjoy that. One of my secret desires was to host a radio show. Ta da! http://www.blogtalkradio.com/richardlongnyc
11 Can you describe the feeling you had when you saw your published book for the first time?
The first time I held a printed copy of The Book of Paul in my hands it felt fantastic. Jason Heuer did a terrific job on the jacket design, so I was really proud of that too.
12 Favourite authors (and playwrights)?
Tom Wolfe, Joan Didion, Oliver Sacks, Colum McCann, Edward Albee, Enda Walsh, Martin MacDonagh.
13 Have you ever suffered from a “writer’s block”? What did you do to get past the “block”?
Long Walks. Very long walks.
14 What piece of advice would you give to a new writer?
Write, write, write. If you’re good, hang around people that remind you that you are.
15 Are you working on anything new? If so, can you tell me about it?
The Dream Palace is the first volume of YA fantasy series. Should be done about…soon.