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GRAB YOUR GUN AND BRING IN THE CAT BY PATIENT GAVALIK From the time we’re old enough to read a children’s book, each boy and girl is taught about great historical figures who overcame unprecedented opposition to advance a mission or succeed in a chosen pursuit. Even though we live in a culture that rewards greed and often punishes selflessness, the prominent individuals we’re taught to admire from an early age are not CEOs or advertising executives. Instead, the better angels of our families and teachers wrap our minds in the tapestry of stories about religious figures, war heroes, and courageous political leaders. There’s one thing this group possesses that the former does not.   Honor. Make no mistake about it. Throughout the civilized world, each person grows up with a keen understanding of humanity’s secular religion: the worthy garners esteem among their contemporaries, by performing one or more acts of bravery to ensure a noted place in history. In fictio


URGENT UPDATE: 500+ FOLLOWERS IN MADHOUSE! It's about that time my neurotic little friends, and this time around, I have something extra special for you. I'm currently working on a story about a grave digger named Chera Slate, and when I went to visit my brother in his cell this morning, we brainstormed a bit and started working out a plot. Turns out Patient Slate ended up in the Madhouse a lot earlier than expected, and my dear, long gone brother fell madly in love with her. Not a poem this time, folks. But maybe something a bit better? Here are the lyrics... feel free to sing along! Oh and give my CrAzY brother a shout-out on twitter at: @scotydoesntkn0 EXCERPT: GRAVE DIGGER By Stephanie M. Wytovich Reworked from Kayne West's original song, Gold Digger. She take my organs when I'm in need Yeah she's a trifling fiend indeed Oh she's a grave digger way over town That dig's on me [Chorus:] (She gives me ograns) Now I ain't sayin'


  PATIENT: STEPHANIE M. WYTOVICH ILLNESS: POETESS   My good friend, Lawrence C. Connolly , tagged me in "The Next Big Thing" post.  So without further adieu, I give you HYSTERIA .   What is the working title of your book? The title of my book is Hysteria , and it’s a collection of 100+ poems that operate around an asylum theme. I chose Hysteria as the title because of its double entendre; the flexibility of it being defined as mass panic and a female treatment plan worked to my advantage.     Where did the idea come from for the book? Hysteria bred inside me for a couple of years before I decided to let it out. I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of insanity, and its relation to medicine, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when I started to notice a definitive theme weaving through my work. For research, I spent the night at The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum and did an overnight paranormal investigation at The West Virginia State Penitentiary.


PATIENT: LEE ALLEN HOWARD ILLNESS: WRITER When did you start writing? Why did you pick the genre you write it? I wrote my first story on ruled tablet paper in second grade. My teacher passed it on to the elementary school principal. He read it at a meeting of the local Lions Club, of which my father was a member. As president of the chapter, Principal Sprunger fined my father a dime because the preacher’s son had written such a sordid tale full of skeletons, witches, and blood. I've always loved horror and crime and psychological thrillers. More about this in Why I'm a Horror Writer .   Where you get your ideas from? Do you journal at all? I journaled in secondary school; I don't anymore. When I come across intriguing articles on the Internet, I'll print them and put them in an idea file, although now that I think about it, I rarely use them. Most of the ideas that I've turned into stories come by inspiration. I'm faithful to jot them down and then crea


PATIENT: NELSON PYLES ILLNESS: WRITER When did you start writing? I started writing in the sixth grade. I had been a pretty avid reader since third grade and thought it might be fun to try.  I didn't try until our new sixth grade teacher turned out to be this 23 year old beautiful girl.  I wanted to impress her so I wrote a murder mystery short story. She was impressed, but not nearly enough to fall for an eleven year old . Her loss. However, I found I loved writing the story and coming up with all the little twists and creating the characters. It was a pretty easy mystery to figure out and I knew it, but just the act of creating a world was pretty exciting to me.  It started me off into writing from there. Why did you pick the genre you write it? I didn't really pick it as much as it seemed to pick me . I started watching horror movies at a really young age- I saw the original "Nosferatu" on PBS when I was about 5- and when I was able to read, I read a t


PATIENT: CHRIS STOUT ILLNESS: WRITER When did you start writing? Why did you pick the genre you write in? I've been writing since I was a kid. I still have a "Masters of the Universe" fanfic that I wrote in 1st grade. Illustrated, too. I've always liked action and adventure, so that is what led me to the mystery/thriller genre. Having said that, I love exploring the other genres as well, thanks in large part to my two stints in Seton Hill's Writing Popular Fiction program. Where do you get your ideas from? Do you journal at all? I've always spent a lot of time in my own head, so I guess my ideas mostly come from playing "What if" games with myself. I hate journaling from the very depths of my soul. The only journals I ever kept were from writing classes that forced me to keep them. They've since been burned. What's a normal (writing) day like for you? Thanks to an Evil Day Job, I don't have writing days. I mostly find snippe


PATIENT: BRADY ALLEN ILLNESS: WRITER When did you start writing? I reckon I didn't really start writing, other than a little scribbling here and there, until the mid-to-late 90's. Short stories mostly, by far.  Though I did write some books back in elementary school: The Elf and the Dinosaur was one; another was The Bloodcurdling Bony Fingers (I had issues with adjectives), about this hand that apparently had no arm, no body, no head/eyes, and it went around killing people. Our school library would shelve our books. The kids wrote and illustrated them, and the mothers- my mama was one of 'em- would stitch them together with covers made out of wallpaper or something like that. But it's really in the last 2 years that I've decided that I want to do more than publish short stories here and there in journals, magazines, and anthologies, and all. Pulling together my collection, Back Roads and Frontal Lobes , was kind of a way of telling myself that I was serious