Today's Woman In Horror is Carson Buckingham, an author whose writing I really love. Enjoy this great interview we did a couple years back!
Go to https://blazingowlpress.blogspot.com/2021/02/carson-buckingham-woman-in-horror.html and read this great interview. You'll be glad you did.
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Wolf Whispers, by Blaze McRob, is now available for sale on Amazon. This novel is a paranormal thriller with plenty of action, a healthy dose of martial law, modern-day civil war scenarios, love, and greed. Do you enjoy reading military fiction? If so, I believe you'll enjoy reading Wolf Whispers. We provide a generous free sample on Amazon.
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This book is dedicated to those who love freedom.
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Thank you for reading.
Blaze McRob
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The Ides of March is known worldwide for disasters occurring on it – the murder of Julius Caesar, a raid on South England in 1360, a cyclone in Samoa in 1889, Czar Nicholas abdicating his throne in 1917, German occupation of Czechoslovakia in 1939, Great Plains blizzard in 1941, cancellation of the Ed Sullivan Show in 1971, reporting of the disappearing ozone layer in 1988, world health alert about the disease SARS in 2003.
Of course, Owl's Nest being Owl's Nest, it has its own take on Ides of March.
Read Ides Of March, by Terri DelCampo, for a truly different addition to Ides of March happenings. You'll be glad you did.
Blaze McRob
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Terri DelCampo is the founding editor and writer of Owl's Eye View Magazine, founding partner/writer/editor at Blazing Owl Press, author of 35+ novels, short story collections, children's collections, poetry collections, and multiple individual short stories available right here on Amazon. She pens Broken Old Broad Blogs, is a contributing writer for multiple horror anthologies, freelances poetry as well as non-fiction articles and essays. Terri is an ongoing competitor and winner of NaNoWriMo and Critters/Preditors & Editors Awards.
Terri is married to horror writer Blaze McRob and in 2015 they founded Blazing Owl Press where she is a very hands-on partner. Her duties at BOP include editing, producing book covers, and of course writing.
Mediocrity sucks. Always strive to do your best in whatever you chose to do. If you write, write the best damned story that's ever been written. Believe in yourself. No one can write your story better than you.
I write about the Dark because it is the truth. Open your eyes and you will see that the spinning rock we live on is inhabited by some nasty creatures who have the nerve to call themselves humans. It’s my job to tell my readers about it, not by writing mamby-pamby puke pieces that make you gag, but by presenting true horror tales where the truth is spread around. No preaching. Simply good stories (I hope) with a message. Not everyone will get the message – I don’t beat anyone over the head with it – but it’s there. Some folks just enjoy the tales. Hey, that’s okay too. Escapism is a great thing. People have it tough in these times. By writing about the Dark, and expelling it from my soul, I enable myself to leave more room there for good things. That's if any are floating around at the moment. Okay, so that's a negative, pessimistic comment. I'm a pessimistic guy. I root for the under-dog, but she/he don't always win.
I don't write stories you discuss in a church book group. My vision of the hereafter belongs to me and me alone. While I discuss God and Satan, as makes complete sense because they are the consummate embodiments of Good and Evil, in my stories, God does not always win. Neither does the Dark Angel.
I wrote a tale a while back about past lives where the protagonist gets closer to perfection with each incarnation. The problem? With perfection comes a lack of empathy for humanity. My hero refuses to go along with what the High Council decrees and tries to help out humans. In this story, when humans die, they go to Heaven if they believe they are worthy, or they suffer in a Hell of their own making if they know they are evil. Maybe that's what I believe. Notice again, I said maybe.
My work on Earth is not finished. I have many tales to get out yet. I'm no spring-chicken anymore. That means I don't have years and years to put pen to paper. So, in a way, you could say I am exploring alternatives within my stories which will allow me to continue writing after I kiss off. That would make me a real ghostwriter. My science background also tells me that the energy within a person is never lost. If you die, it doesn't matter. The power still remains. And before you ask me again, this does not say if I believe in Heaven or Hell. Maybe . . . just maybe, Heaven would bore the crap out of me.
It is never too late to do what is right. Even from beyond the grave.
Some people say I don't use as much description as other authors. I do that for a reason. Everything that needs to be described is, but over description bores the living shit out of me and I'm sure it does to many readers. I believe my readers want to become a part of the tales I write, and what better way than to allow them to have their own visual perception of what is happening. Maybe they can put themselves in a room I'm in and can drink a beer as they watch me in action. If I leave out one of the senses, maybe they can find a particular revolting moldy odor that they hate. Like I said above, my readers are smart people.
What do I think of all the political happenings going on? Let me see. Do they merely suck, or do they suck a lot? They actually suck more than a lot. I see very few candidates for any office that I think are worth a damn. Most are out for taking our money. That goes for both parties. Our representatives only care for themselves. The worse part about all of this is the people will suffer. However, we are the ones who elected these bozo's into office and who will put more in. It's our fault. Look at yourselves in the mirror, folks, and say, "I fucked up." I think we need to get rid of the two major parties and start out fresh. We need to stop arguing about the color of a person's skin, gender association, and stupid crap like who uses what bathroom. Let's fix the important things. Take religion out of politics. It doesn't belong there. Outlaw lobbyists: they're nothing more than bribing thieves.
These are a few of my thoughts. I have many more to share with you, posts like these, as well as within my stories.
Happy reading.
Blaze McRob
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https://www.patreon.com/posts/gumshoe-chapter-68442360For those of you who enjoy noir detective novels, I have included chapter one of GUMSHOE CONFUSION for your reading pleasure. This is a completed novel that is only available on my Patreon page.
To read the novel in its entirety, go to https://www.patreon.com/posts/total-chapter-81340961
Thank you, and happy reading.
Blaze McRob
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The lights from the street below send their patterns of fluorescent confusion into my office. How's a gumshoe supposed to sleep in the midst of this? Yeah, right: as if I have a choice.
My former flat belongs to some highfalutin dame now. All my belongings were confiscated and sold for non-payment of that little necessity needing to be paid, but one I wasn't able to chalk up the scratch for: rent.
Okay! Times were tough. The number of wives wanting their cheating husbands tailed had dwindled to nothing. What, like the scorned bimbos didn't need what I could offer? Pictures, times, dates: everything there for the black-robed ones to drool over as they decided how much the poor faithful ball and chains would get.
So I drowned a few sorrows with hooch I couldn't afford and dames I should have stayed away from. You know the ones. They cozy up to you in a dive they shouldn't be in, sitting on a stool next to your sorrowful butt, waiting for you to light their smokes, buy their drinks, and everything else that makes you think that maybe you still have something left to offer. Next thing you know, you're in their apartment, sharing a lot more than booze and smokes.
Sure, it feels good. It always feels good, but in the morning when you get up to leave and look at the pictures in their gilded frames, you realize you're no better than the cheating studs who think they can tap whatever they want and still keep wifey happy. Turns out: you're the one keeping her happy, playing the slap and tickle game, being used like the dog you are.
The smoke from my Chesterfield rises towards the ceiling, catching the glow of the streets below and dancing about in the changing air currents caused by the drafty windows. The office lights are off, but it doesn't matter, does it? Light from below and the ever-changing pulsing staccato from the sign on the roof a block away that can't decide if it wants to light up the sky or shoot its presence down into hell are what keep the darkness out.
I reach into my top right desk drawer and grab a bottle of Scotch. Okay, it's not the good stuff, but it's not bad straight up. Hmm. Maybe that's what kind of dog I am: a Scottish Hellhound, straight from off the moors, chasing innocent broads around. Yeah, right! There are no innocent broads. They want the same things guys want; they just don't admit it.
Tipping my fedora back and putting my feet up on my desk, I try to find a position that maybe I can get comfortable in. Fall asleep perhaps. I put out my finished smoke in the ashtray and figure maybe one more to relax me before I doze off. Halfway through and there's a knocking on my door.
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Cover art by Pexels.
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright 2022 by Blaze McRob. All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author constitutes unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the author directly. Thank you for your support of the author's rights.
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For a great look at a fantastic Woman In Horror, go to a post I put up a few years back. Susanne Leist is indeed a fantastic author. Susanne deserves to be spotlighted here and elsewhere! The link is:
https://blazingowlpress.blogspot.com/2021/02/susanne-leist-woman-in-horror.html
Happy reading!
Blaze McRob
MEDS, by Terri DelCampo, is a fiction novel about what goes on in the pharmaceutical industry. Then again, could these things actually happen? There's only one way to straighten things out in your mind. Buy and read.
You'll love this book about the spooky and ooky of medicine.
Blaze McRob
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Terri DelCampo is the founding editor and writer of Owl's Eye View Magazine, founding partner/writer/editor at Blazing Owl Press, author of 35+ novels, short story collections, children's collections, poetry collections, and multiple individual short stories available right here on Amazon. She pens Broken Old Broad Blogs, is a contributing writer for multiple horror anthologies, freelances poetry as well as non-fiction articles and essays. Terri is an ongoing competitor and winner of NaNoWriMo and Critters/Preditors & Editors Awards.
Terri is married to horror writer Blaze McRob and in 2015 they founded Blazing Owl Press where she is a very hands-on partner. Her duties at BOP include editing, producing book covers, and of course writing.
If you look up write-a-holic in the dictionary, Terri's picture is there.
Flash In The Pan is one Terri DelCampo's great short stories. I love how Terri keeps the reader more involved in the story with her styling of warnings throughout the tale, alerting the protagonists about things to do and not to do as the story progresses. She pulls this off well. Naturally, as I read the story, I was on the lookout for more clues to what was inevitable, but which actually wasn't. This brought about a paradox of facts and solutions to every twist and turn. Nothing is cast in stone in this story. This is a most intriguing tale.
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BLAZING OWL SHORT HORROR BY TERRI DELCAMPO offers up quick ooky fixes that you can squeeze into your day – or night – whenever you have a few minutes to read. Terri's goal is to see how many times she can send a chill up your spine in twenty minutes. Muahaha!
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Terri DelCampo is the founding editor and writer of Owl's Eye View Magazine, founding partner/writer/editor at Blazing Owl Press, author of 35+ novels, short story collections, children's collections, poetry collections, and multiple individual short stories available right here on Amazon. She pens Broken Old Broad Blogs, is a contributing writer for multiple horror anthologies, freelances poetry as well as non-fiction articles and essays. Terri is an ongoing competitor and winner of NaNoWriMo and Critters/Preditors & Editors Awards.
Terri is married to horror writer Blaze McRob and in 2015 they founded Blazing Owl Press where she is a very hands-on partner. Her duties at BOP include editing, producing book covers, and of course writing.
If you look up write-a-holic in the dictionary, Terri's picture is there.
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Happy reading!
Blaze McRob
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Gilas Supreme, by Blaze McRob, is a tale of Mother Nature unleashing monsters on New Mexico and Texas. How far does she go with her revenge? Read the teaser I have below. and hopefully it will draw you into wondering what lies inside my twisted mind. After all, something like this couldn't really happen. Or could it?
Gilas Supreme is one of my more popular short stories and can be read on Amazon or on my Patreon page. I hope you enjoy it.
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The hot desert air barely moves, magnifying the intensity of what mother nature has decided will be the hottest summer on record. How many days of 110-degree heat in a row now? Thirty-four and counting. There has been no rain for many months, and this extreme temperature is set to cause fires over many thousands of acres if even only a single spark is ignited.
Shit! The brush has the consistency of tumble weeds, ones which haven’t seen a drop of water in a year. Flames would spread so fast here a person wouldn’t be able to drive away fast enough to escape them.
I shake my head. What the fuck am I doing here? My life is on the line, and for what? A job? My damned job might be history by the end of the year anyway. Budget cuts are playing nasty with people in my profession. Biologists are finding it difficult to gain any kind of job security anymore. Congress figures we’re an automatic budget cut item. They don’t give a damn what happens to the endangered species out here. Oil is what drives them. “Drill, baby, drill” is what is on the minds of these fat-cat politicians.
No sense in worrying about that now. I still have a job, and I’m getting paid to do it, so I will. Many native species have vanished from this area almost overnight. Owls, rabbits, deer, and more are almost gone. Even the damned snakes have dwindled in numbers. And the evening skies are so quiet one would think there is nothing out here at all other than an aging biologist trying to piece together the parts of the huge puzzle.
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright 2021 by Blaze McRob. All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author constitutes unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the author directly. Thank you for your support of the author's rights.
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