Can you, for those who don't
know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Of course! My mother taught me to
read at three years old after I deciphered the word “Reception” at the family
doctor’s office. She was very patient and diligent, and by four I was up and
running. Worlds of possibilities opened up to me, and I devoured fiction at an
incredible rate growing up. I had a tumultuous childhood, and reading provided
me with a means of escape from the events around me. I read Treasure Island
twice at five.
At eight, I attempted Frank
Herbert’s Dune, and was extremely frustrated and dismayed to discover concepts
and interactions I couldn’t comprehend. The gist was enough, however, and a
total love of science fiction was the product! Sagan, Asimov, Van Voght,
Bradbury, Rucker and Gibson and their contemporaries, I read them all every
chance I got, and my mind expanded with motivations, reactions, plans,
emotions. Pratchett and Adams gave me humour. Rice gave me passion and the
nature of the beast. I reread Dune at 12 and was pleased to be able to
understand it in its entirety, hanging on every word. Conniving politics,
stranglehold economics, manifesting destiny and plots within plots within
plots.
I was also crazy for films, and
when there was a film based on a book (or a book created from a film) I read
the book then watched the film immediately after, contemplating how well it was
translated, what was shitty, what was great, and of course, how I would have
done it.
At 14 I was sent into state care,
living in group homes and on the streets in St Kilda and Prahran, Melbourne.
Again, reading provided me with an opportunity to escape, but it became less so
as a world of drugs, violence and criminal activity swallowed me up. I was
small for my age at the time, so the lessons of all the lives I had absorbed
from the pages gave me some tools to navigate the relatively dangerous
existence I found myself in. They helped me survive. It also caused me some
problems, let’s face it, you don’t want to be the smart kid in a room full of
junkie deadshits, but more than a few people sought my opinion on certain
things, and a bit of respect is its own coin.
At eighteen they let me go, and,
after realizing in a moment of clarity that I would end up in jail if I
continued my lifestyle, I took off to Perth. I stopped committing crimes. I got
a job, a room in a share house and I learned that I could enjoy my life. I grew.
I came home to Melbourne a few
years later with the idea that I could write a screenplay about what life in
the youth hostels was like in Melbourne. It took me about four months, a
fictional tale about four boys who sneak out at night to steal a Porsche from a
drug dealer. It was 320 pages. I had no experience in scriptwriting and didn’t
know that 100 pages was too much!
Next stop, film school. I learned
how to treat a script, how to edit, what pace and beat meant, what an arc and a
turning point and a conclusion were. How to direct actors, what to look for in
their performances, how to convey subtext, blah blah blah. I graduated. I was
ready to take on the world!
Fast forward ten years. A
collapsed business, a broken relationship, and my dreams of directing films
seemed a distant memory on the wrong side of depression and self-loathing. I
hadn’t read a book in years. I was up to my eyeballs in drugs and scumbags,
strippers, criminals and a daily practice of desperation survivalism. Sporadic
homelessness was tempered by the windfall of the deal. I didn’t know what to
do. I was lost again.
One day I sat down in my friend’s
living room (I was couchsurfing) and began to type. I spent ten hours bashing
my poor, abused laptop into submission that first day. So many things came out.
The more I wrote, the more a story emerged, a story of a lost, deranged wastrel
who convinces himself he is destined to take over the world. Day after day I
wove this guy’s life, every day more interested and consumed in the project. I
began to plan out three books, and when I was about 140k words in, nearing the
end of the first novel, I began researching how to find a publisher, how to
self publish, and how to promote. For some reason, I convinced myself that I
could game the system, list on Amazon and perform the wily Koontz Maneuver. I
planned to purchase 100k copies of my own work in December on prepaid credit
cards and gift cards, using a VPN to disguise the purchasing locations in order
to push the book into the bestseller’s list, and snaffle up a fair portion of
all those yummy January Amazon gift card coins. Even going straight, I was
crooked.
I needed $100-$250k, and I had
800 bucks. So I set to work, grinding out my MO with a fervor, a passion and a
drive that I had never had before. I made connections, introductions, and the
wind fell in earnest. I tried to save every penny, reinvesting instead of
splurging. It worked. I wasn’t supporting my habits, I was supporting a goal!
It all fell in a heap when I was
robbed of $47k at knifepoint in a carpark in Richmond. They also set my car
ablaze, presumably to stop me from following them, or because they were total
dicks.
I walked 6km home in a panic,
took the remaining 14 grand I had stashed, but instead of restocking and
redoubling my efforts, I went to the casino. I lasted about two hours before I
was broke. Loser. Idiot. Fucking moron. But I still had a small amount of
product at home. It wasn’t a total clusterfuck.
So I began to inject my drugs to
save money and went crazy instead. Seven weeks later I was in jail, sentenced
to four years incarceration for trafficking, weapons and a host of assorted
stupidities.
I realized in the police cells
that I never actually finished the book. I didn’t even write another word after
I decided to manipulate the system. Stupid!
Yet, jail has its benefits, and
the experience transformed me. I quit smoking. I quit drugs. I got healthy and
fit. I began to read again, and I wrote a screenplay, Vampires on Ice, which
pleased me a lot and helped to heal my self image. After a year I was sent to a
prison farm, which in Australia has no fences except for the cows, and very few
guards. The first day walking the track was an eye opener. I had to grow up and
stop with all my bullshit!
So I wrote a book, a young adult
sci fi under another pen name and it was good! I felt like I had achieved
something, and had taken from my jailers more than they had taken from me. I
wrote three more screenplays before I wrote my second completed novel, Vampire
Joe. Joe took me 20 days of furious typing, and I loved every single keystroke,
I laughed hysterically at the library computer several times a day. I was not
in prison. I was free. Again, books had provided me an escape from the
depressing reality of my existence.
I worked on myself, read self
development books and participated in the prison programs. My mental health
improved drastically. I wrote three more screenplays and another science
fiction book. My path as an author, and a capable one, was beginning to reveal
itself.
I served my time and changed my
whole life. I write books!
What is something unique/quirky about you?
I catch falling objects before I’m aware they’re falling,
which is good, because I can be incredibly clumsy.
Tell us something really interesting that's happened to
you!
A barefoot shaman (I
found this out later) was passing me at my café table as I read the paper. He
stopped, looked at me with a seriousness that can only be described as deranged
intensity, and said “You’re supposed to be writing books! So go write books!”
before continuing along as if nothing had happened.
What are some of your pet peeves?
Shops that charge $6 for a bottle of coke because there’s no
other shop within walking distance selling it cheaper. Muesli with the Ziploc
top which becomes redundant because the packaging splits down the seam when you
open it.
Where were you born/grew up at?
I was born in Carlton, Melbourne, and grew up in St Kilda,
Windsor and Prahran.
If you knew you'd die tomorrow, how would you spend your
last day?
I would go visit Mum, and call everyone I care about and tell
them why I care. Prolly get high one last time and dance all night in Revolver.
What kind of world ruler would you be?
Outspoken, decadent, benevolent, hilarious, scandalous.
What are you passionate about these days?
I love landscaping, sculpting, making furniture, veganism and
the benefits of vaping
What do you do to unwind and relax?
Binge TV
Describe yourself in 5 words or less!
Outspoken, decadent, benevolent, hilarious, scandalous.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
At the age of 20 when I began and completed my first script.
Do you have a favorite movie?
Fight Club
Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
All of them!
As a writer, what would you choose as your
mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
Two wise, knowing eyeballs floating in a pickle jar.
What inspired you to write this book?
Great question! Vampire Joe has an origin story. I read a
meme years ago, words to this effect:
Okay, I’ve destroyed my protagonist’s family, had him hunted
by the mob, wanted by the FBI, I shot him, I set him on fire and I killed his
dog. What else could I possibly do to him? Hmmm. I know, I’ll stab him in the
face. “Then, out of the shadows, a knife
gripped tightly in a gnarled fist flashes out to stab John in the face.
Repeatedly.”
What can we expect from you in the future?
I plan to write another few Joe books, I’m currently paying a
Bulgarian artist to illustrate Vampires on Ice as a graphic novel, and I will
eventually rebirth the book I never finished. The series is called Unity, the
first book is titled Sex Money Power, the second is The False Profiteer and the
third will be called Stealing Tsion.
I’m also currently editing another YA Sci Fi under another
pen name.
Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in
Vampire Joe?
Yeah okay, So Joe is an antisocial junkie with parental
issues. He becomes a vampire through no fault of his own, perhaps, and he has
to learn how to navigate the world of people again. He is brash, selfish,
egotistical yet self loathing. I think he was in the process of punishing
himself to death for wasting his talents when he was transformed, and his
expected or perceived morality as a vampire comes into conflict with his actual
morality, which he is only just having to now define. A decadent reprobate,
vampiring becomes him, slowly.
How did you come up with the concept and characters for
the book?
I’m a seat of the pants kinda guy. I just took a disgusting
loser with terrible ethics and gave him mythical superpowers in order to screw
him over. Repeatedly.
Where did you come up with the names in the story?
Average Joe. All the others I just plucked from the minds of
the Genii whispering in the walls.
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
Oh my god I laughed so hard writing this I was asked to leave
the library more than once. I discovered that I am actually pretty funny.
Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?
Human blood?
How did you come up with the title of your first novel?
I wanted to write a book about an average loser, a talented
underachiever. Average Joe became Vampire Joe.
Who designed your book covers?
Alexander Marinov, he is a Bulgarian art student who works
with digital art tools, he did an absolutely fantastic job, I wanted James
Dean’s strut with James Franco’s broodiness, in an alleyway covered in blood. I
think he nailed it!
If your book was made into a film, who would you like to
play the lead?
James Franco, for sure! In saying that, I pictured a young
Sam Rockwell as I wrote it, but he is too old now.
If you could spend time with a character from your book
whom would it be? And what would you do during that day?
Bronwyn for sure! Stay away from funparks…
Is there a writer which brain
you would love to pick for advice? Who would that be and why?
Tom Robbins or Chuck Palahniuk
would be my pick, I wanna just chat about stuff.
Advice you would give new authors?
The first 200 words in any day are the most important, and it
is a super easy minimum goal. If you only write 200 words a day as a daily
practice, you will write a book in 500 days. If you write 200 words, your flow
will flow, and you will hit 5k words without blinking.
Also, use spreeder.com to increase your reading speed, and
you must must must get your typing speed up. Something happens when you
approach 80 to 100wpm, you begin to stream consciousness and you might find the
words are up on the screen before you get a chance to think about them too
much. When you get to that, its like you’re reading new words on the screen.
Describe your writing style.
Seat of ma frickin pants! I have a vague idea where the
storys headed, but stuff always crops up to divert it, change the moods, change
the motivations, force the characters to react. About five to seven chapters
from the end I know what’s left, what has to be done, what will be left open
etc and I plot out the remaining chapters with a short chapter summary
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