Today author Patrick Royal visits on his tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for the horror novel, "Sleep Stalker".
Patrick will be awarding a $10.00 Wild Child Publishing gift certificate to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so leave a comment and you're entered to win!
Thanks to Patrick for answering my prying questions.
Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?
I was introduced to horror at a young age. My older brothers would take me to the outdoor theaters on the weekend. I’ve been hooked ever since. Horror gets my blood pumping.
What research is required?
Even though fiction is made-up, there’s still a good amount of realness required, especially if you’re writing about a certain area or subject that a reader is familiar with. Believe me; you don’t want to come off not knowing what you’re writing about.
Name one thing you learned from your hero.
To always keep an open mind.
Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?
Yes, my environment has to be quiet. Sometimes I will listen to a horror movie as I write; keeps the atmosphere dark and twisted.
Are you a plotter or pantser?
Look to your right – what’s sitting there?
A bookshelf filled with Stephen King’s, James Patterson’s, Clive Barker’s works.
Anything new coming up from you? What?
Yes, Mind Shadows I: SHATTERED
Do you have a question for our readers?
What horror novel would they like to see me write?
Now enjoy an excerpt:
In Hobart, Indiana, Joshua Fairchild awakened and sliced the air with a blood-curdling scream. Sitting up in bed with wide eyes and beads of sweat blanketing his forehead, he stared blankly as his dream quickly left him.
Joshua’s mom, Margret, pushed his bedroom door inward, and rushed inside. “Joshua,” she said panting, “Was that you screaming? Are you having another nightmare?”
“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t remember any of it, except for a cawing crow.” He took a deep breath, looked down, and stared at the lime green stripes on his sheets.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” his mom said with her hand on her chest. “I told you watching those monster movies wasn’t good for you.” She took her own deep breath. “Well, it’s time to get up if you’re going to make the parade.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot today was the Fourth of July.” He smiled and pumped his fist. “Oh, boy! I love the parade.”
“Get a move on so we can get a good spot. It’s already a little after nine,” his mom said. When she left she closed the door behind her.
Joshua didn’t waste any time getting dressed and meeting his mom outside by the station wagon, not only a station wagon, but a 1957 Ford station wagon; a hand-me-down to his mom from her father.
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