My Friend, My Love, My Creation

Most times, new characters are born rather beautifully. They come with rich back-stories and have a deep family history. They speak to me for hours about who they are, where they live, what they do for a living, etc. Other times, they burst forth kicking and screaming.

They’re wearing straight-jackets and slamming themselves madly against my psyche. They’re roughly cut from raw emotion, they know very little about who they are, where they came from, or who their families are. The only thing they know is their desire to have the same chance at life as the aforementioned.

While I do so enjoy the company of my more ‘fleshed’ out characters, mainly because they are familiar to me, like family or good friends, I find myself oddly drawn to these new beings. They want the same things that we all have, that which has come so easily to their cousins; a life of their own.  They are like children, in a way.  They don’t know what’s behind them, nor do they have a clue what’s ahead of them.  They must learn, through my guidance, of course, what they like or do not like.

Sometimes I can control the process. Sometimes, I can even help form them into something appropriate enough to tell a story about. This isn’t always the case, however, and any writer can tell you that it isn’t always going to be a good thing.

You’re not always going to have a ‘good’ character.  Every so often, as I am helping this character come to life, we discover that he or she isn’t so savory a person.  Maybe said character is a villain?  Or maybe, something much, much, worse. I don’t always like telling the story of these characters, but again, as a writer I don’t always have a choice.  They desire a chance at life.  They demand that their story be heard.  And as a storyteller, I am compelled to share.

Perhaps what awaits in the end is poetic?  Or, perhaps not.  It isn’t for me to decide. You see, much like the character types I have described, so too do the stories exist as well. Some lay in wait, ready to pounce my thoughts without a moment’s notice.  Other times, they are a rough gem that needs worked into something you may or may not appreciate.

Just as is the case of the character, some stories may be beautiful designs that inspire you to continue turning the page.  Others might be an atrocious train-wreck that forces you to turn the pages until you reach the end. This isn’t to say that they aren’t very good.

It’s a tricky subject; horror.

What one person may consider good, might be another’s kryptonite.  I may have written the most descriptive decapitation in such a way that you have never seen before, but what may make one jump out of his/her seat in excitement, might have another turning their head in disgust.

Such is life.

By now, I hope that my readers have come to expect a certain style to my writing.  You’ve survived the first two tales of John Rizzerio and are eagerly waiting the finale, or you have been keeping up with my webseries and are looking for the next post to appear.  You know that I don’t always pull the punches.

Some of my characters may seem like somebody you could run into on the street. Others, a friendly neighbor or work acquaintance.  Then there are those, like the protagonists of ‘She Has A Pretty Face Though’, and ‘The Box’, who each have their own issues to resolve. In the end, was their story worth it?  Was it poetic, or did you enjoy following their journey?

Of course, you’ll have your own opinions that I would LOVE to hear!  But, in the end, I will still continue to tell the stories as they demand to be told, in their own entireties.  While I depend upon you, my faithful readers, to help guide me down the path of your interests, I hope that you continue to stick with me as I share with you my creations.  They are a labor of love, a part of myself in much the same way that my children are, and it gives me great pleasure to be able to introduce you to them.

They are family, after all.

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The Plot Thickens, or, An Undertaker Distracted

Things have been unusually quiet Beneath The Headstone.  Plots once bustling with activity have become overgrown with weeds, the limbs of their newest occupant frozen mid-reach.  The grass has withered and each of the once vibrant leaves is now curled tightly against the cracked earth.

In the distance, through the jungle of concrete crosses and weeping angels is a Gothic stone building.  The windows are stained glass representations of an undertaker in various stages of burial.  In some of the images, the casket can still be seen above the ground, while others only show the tip of the undertaker’s hat.

There is a flickering light behind a window on the south side of the building, for he is hard at work on his latest project.  Even though there are still plots that remain to be filled, he prepares the presentation for one of his prize burials, the story of a certain vampire hunter who had been the first to enter these sacred grounds.

He has not forgotten about his tasks at hand, nor will his duties remain forgotten for very much longer.  Even now, wrapped as tightly in the creation of his newest film trailer, he is thinking ahead to the completion of each of his projects.

  1. J.R. van Helsing, Book 3 in the ‘Ballad of John Rizzerio’
  2. She Has A Pretty Face Though, a webseries about a young man who is slowly losing either a battle with his mind or with a demon
  3. The Box, a webseries about three adventurers searching for a legendary artifact inside of a dragon’s lair.
  4. Trespasser, a short story about what happens when an intruder threatens the safety of a family and their community
  5. Tis the Feeding, a short story about a man who loses everything, discovers happiness in food and what he does when it runs out.
  6. The Darkness Defines Us, a collection of short stories to be released as a novel, and is part of a prize in a contest that has been one year in the making.

Six plots, the graves of some filled higher than others, lay untended and seemingly forgotten.  Time has overtaken each of these gems, but it is only a temporary inconvenience for mourner and undertaker alike, for soon something new will inhabit the plots with-in.

J.R. van Helsing’s Book Trailer

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Coming Soon

Upcoming Interview

In just a few short days, I will find myself with an opportunity that is bigger than I can possibly imagine.

For those of my readers who have yet to read my post regarding my book signing, I invite you to take a few moments to go check it out.

Are we all caught up?

Good!  So then you know about the photographer I met while there?  Excellent.

I took his advice and contacted the news reporter and with-in a couple hours I had a delighted response and invitation!

Just so we’re all clear here; I will be appearing on a local news station, for an onscreen interview, regarding my vampire hunter trilogy!

This is unheard of for me.  When I sent off the email, at best I expected to be politely let down.  I figured that a reply would find its way into my inbox, at the end of the week, explaining how they appreciated my candor, but this wasn’t something they weren’t interesting in doing at this time.  Imagine my surprise when I was proven wrong a short time later!

There are a million questions running through my mind, but, am I nervous?  Years ago, I participated in a trombone trio that went to State, as part of my band class.  I had to perform before two thousand of my peers and the judges.  I’ve given a few speeches to small crowds of people, mostly family, but also before my peers in Speech class.  Of course, and most recently, I spent an evening describing the plot and story of the my first book to several interested readers.  In every instance, once I got in front of the mic, everything else fell into place.

The question remains.  Am, I, Nervous?

A little, admittedly.  But it’s not like I will be speaking before a huge audience.  At most, it will be myself, the interviewer and the cameraman.  It will be in a comfortable setting that will make it seem like the interviewer and myself are having a friendly discussion, so I’m not to worried about the pressure.  Of course, I don’t know what will be in the panoramic that isn’t seen from the viewer’s point of view, but that shouldn’t be too bad.

It feels more like I’m preparing to give exactly what it is; an interview.  He will have questions, I will have answers, and before I know it we’ll be shaking hands and parting ways.

Do I have concerns?  Of course I do.  This is the first time that anyone in my immediate family will appear on TV for a good reason!  *laughs*  Okay, in all seriousness and joking aside, this is something that has a lot of potential to get my work out there.

Sure, I’ve sold some books.  I’ve also donated some to the Little Free Libraries around town!  Add in the signing and I have had a fairly good run these last two months.  My concern is as to whether or not I am able to be concise, and more importantly, professional about the work I’ve invested so much time in creating.  This is, after all, going to be my first author interview!

My plan is to treat it as if the reporter interviewing me is an interested reader.  Since I will be speaking to him about the trilogy, I simply need to give my best synopsis, offer the baited hook and hope he takes a bite.  If he believes it, the rest should fall into place, right?

Oh, but we shall see, won’t we…?

For now, I try to make sense of the hurricane in my mind, capture my thoughts as they are violent whipped to and fro and start writing some notes.  I should prepare my best synopsis, practice reciting it and go from there.

Wish my luck, my friends.

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R. Richardsson Interview with Ralph Hipp, WIBW Channel 13, 4:00pm Central Time, November 11, 2013

For those unable to view the program, I will be later capturing the video and uploading it to my YouTube Channel.

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