You have no idea how much this musical has been on my mind lately. Especially the song “Non-Stop.”
I’ve had the soundtrack from Hamilton stuck in my head lately, especially the song Non-Stop (if you haven’t ever heard it, you can check it out here). Now, if you’re unfamiliar, this song is the Act One finale and summarizes Alexander Hamilton’s post-war rise to become the first Treasury Secretary of the United States, while also going over how Hamilton never stops working and writing.
There’s some verses from this song that has really resonated with me lately:
How do you write like you’re running out of time?… How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write every second you’re alive?
Even if you don’t know me, you probably know I’m a writer, and you can see why these lyrics resonate with me. If you do know me, you might recall I’ve mentioned how my time for writing has seemed to be shaved down this year. So, when I do write, I’m trying to make the most of my time (including as I’m writing this). And when I’m not writing, I feel like I should be.
Sadly, the time I’m not writing is usually spent doing things that are essential for living my life: eating, sleeping, working, etc. If I didn’t, I would not be able to pay my bills and would probably have to move in with one of my parents (and I’m not doing that again!). And while I would like to use my vacation time to spend some time writing again, at the moment, that’s not feasible.
So yeah, it’s a sucky situation. And I don’t know how to fix it. After all, summoning demons to win the lottery has too many drawbacks, though it is tempting.
I guess, while I look for new ways to find more time for writing, I’ll do like Alexander Hamilton did. I’ll write like I’m running out of time. Because time’s a quick bastard, and I need to take advantage of it when I can. Until I eventually get to the point when I can write full time and I (hopefully) don’t have to worry about not having enough time to write.
Going to write like I’m running out of time, like I need it to survive.
In the meantime, write like tomorrow won’t arrive. Write like I need it to survive. Write every second I can find.*
That’s all for now, my Followers of Fear. I have to get ready to spend necessary time sleeping. So, until next time, good night, pleasant nightmares, and only 78 days left to Halloween. If you’re not at least thinking of getting ready for spooky season, then what are you doing with your life?
*That last one is not an exact quote, but I think Lin Manuel Miranda and everyone who loves this show will let it slide.
You know how, when people go down to Florida during spring or summer break, they have all these wild stories to tell? Odd mishaps, hilarious misadventures, fascinating tales of self-discovery? Yeah, I never had any of those. When I was growing up, the few times I visited Florida was with family. And when I got old enough to go on spring or summer trips, I worked and stayed home because I couldn’t afford the trips. And when I could afford them, I had other things that required my attention.
So, when I learned I was going to be attending a conference related to my day job in Florida with several of my coworkers, I hoped I’d get something I could call my wild Florida story.
Hoo-boy, did I get what I wished for! Because, as I’m sure many of you know, we had a hurricane last week. Hurricane Debby. And she caused the conference to be canceled…while some of us were already in the air.
Yeah, I’m not kidding. Me and about four other coworkers, including my boss, were up at the crack of dawn to get on the plane and head to Florida. And when we got off the plane, about half an hour later than expected due to the rainy weather, and then my coworker Charlotte tells us all, “Hey, I just got an email from Headquarters. The conference is canceled!”
Well, you can imagine how upset and confused we were about that. Here we are, already in Florida, and the reason we paid company money to get here is now up in smoke! In the end, we confirmed our hotel rooms hadn’t been canceled and made our way to the hotel. After that, it was decided that we would all just spend the week working from Florida and try to get home when we could. Worst case scenario, we’d go home on the days we were originally scheduled to.
So yeah, that was pretty wild. But it gets wilder. You see, the hotel we were staying at is attached to a mall (begin Googling now to figure out which one we stayed at). And in that mall, there’s a tattoo parlor. And I went into that tattoo parlor. And when I came out, I had….a tattoo!
A pick of my tattoo taken on my desk at home.
Yeah, bet you didn’t see that coming. Still, going to Florida and returning with a tattoo from a local shop does feel like something that would happen on a wild Florida trip. And I’m quite satisfied with the result. The two symbols are from two anime I’m quite fond of, with two bands around my wrist like a bracelet.
And don’t worry, my workplace is generally tolerant of tattoos, depending on the placement and what they’re depicting.
After all that, my week was generally calm. During the days, we would work from our hotel rooms, and I think we all got a ton done from our hotel rooms (I know I did). In the evenings, we mostly stuck around the hotel, since only one of us had a rental car and rideshares are expensive. However, we did go out on Wednesday to a buffet restaurant that served Mexican and Chinese food for some reason. That was fun.
We also spent some time in the mall, which once you ignore the pounding noise and ton of people, could be fun. My favorite part of the mall was the revolving sushi bar, where you were able to grab sushi from a conveyer belt. If you haven’t tried that, it is a blast! See if any are in your area! In addition, there was a bar that served frozen cocktails. Let’s just say I had more than one of those during the week (though always on my own time).
Of course, it wasn’t all finishing work assignments and spiked slushies. For one thing, I found six ants over the course of the week in areas they shouldn’t be (AKA indoors with me!). Those ants are no longer among the living, believe me. And on Thursday, I helped one of my coworkers, who was nervous about flying the next day, with some hypnosis. And she even let me film it and post it to YouTube, which you can watch below! (I recommend putting in your earbuds and turning the volume up for this video.)
After that, it was pretty quiet. I had my last night in Florida, and then I flew home.
So yeah, I got my wild Florida story. Maybe, at 31, I got it a bit later than other people do, but damn, was it fun and unpredictable and I got some souvenirs out of it (including the utterly creepy tee from the mall’s Hot Topic that I’m wearing below). Whether or I not get a story out of any of it, I don’t know (though the idea of a Florida trip gone wrong is fertile ground for a horror story).
Terrifying tee, isn’t it?
But now, I’m home, and I’m enjoying being here for a good, long while.
And maybe it’s just me, but I think things are going to work out for me over the coming weeks. Here’s hoping that actually happens.
And in the meantime, until next time, good night and pleasant nightmares, my Followers of Fear.
Happy birthday to the blog, Happy birthday to the blog. Happy birthday, Rami Ungar the Writer! Happy birthday to the blog.
Hard to believe, but today this blog turns (un)lucky 13. And coincidentally, I turned 31 a couple of months ago. Or is that a coincidence? Yes, yes it is. But it’s a weird one.
Anyway, it’s amazing how far this blog has come. Especially considering how short-lived many blogs are, even popular ones. Those who write them don’t get the views they’d hope for, or they face burnout from keeping up demand. Either way, they decide to shut down their blogs, leaving the blogs themselves to disappear from the internet.
And I’ve said it before, but I could have become one of those people. During the first few years of blogging, while I was still in college, my blog barely got one or two views a day, if at all. Growth was slow, and interaction didn’t happen that often. Honestly, a few times I wondered if I should keep blogging, as it didn’t seem to be helping my writing career at all. And helping my writing career was why I created this blog to start with.
However, maybe I like a challenge, or maybe I’m just stubborn. Either way, I kept at it. And all these years later, I’ve written over 2,100 posts and usually gain over two thousand views a month. Sometimes I even get three-thousand, or close to it. And while growth has been slower in recent years, I have over 1,450 followers subscribed to the blog. Many of these followers have been with me for years, and I consider quite a few of them as friends.
And, whenever I let you guys know that I’m working on a story or I’m getting something published, several of you let me know how excited you are and how you can’t wait to read it. (Or in the case of those published in audio format, listen to them.)
So, at this point in the post, I want to say thank you, my Followers of Fear. Thank you for all the support you’ve given me through these thirteen years. All the views, likes, comments, subscriptions, and even buying, reading and reviewing my books, give me energy and keep me going even in my lowest points (which are few and far between, but which still happen). I hope you’ll continue to support me through this coming year. Here’s hoping this year, I’m able to start writing full-time. Or, if not, I’m able to see the path to this start to form in front of me.
That’s all for now, my Followers of Fear. I’m going to work today and then open up a bottle of wine to celebrate (and because it’s Friday). I hope you’ll have a drink with me, wherever you are. If you would like to check out my books, I’ll include a link below. Just remember to leave a review after you’ve read the book so I know what you thought.
And until next time, good night, Shabbat Shalom, and pleasant nightmares.
So, I just heard that Fangoria Entertainment is going to make a whole bunch of movies based on Junji Ito’s work. They mainly will adapt stories from his collection Smashed, but I hope Remina or Madonna get adaptations as well, as they are great stories (see my reviews for Remina and The Liminal Zone, respectively). In the meantime, a new collection of Junji Ito stories got translated, so I’m here to review it.
As I say, Junji Ito can be hit or miss with me, but this one was entertaining enough.
My favorite story was probably “Town of No Roads,” which follows a teen girl who goes to live with her aunt after her parents and brothers react the wrong way to a stalker breaking into her room. As if that’s not stressful enough, her aunt’s home has been swallowed up by a giant structure where nobody has any privacy. It’s weird, but you really start to empathize with the main character and the themes of the necessity for privacy really do resonate.
Other stories really struck a chord with me, which was nice. “”The Ward” is a creepy body horror story about several women in a hospital ward who start acting funny, while “Blessing” is a tragic love story with a great twist in the end. “Mold” just grossed me out (as a homeowner, I felt the main character’s pain, especially when it comes to cleaning one’s home). And “Descent” was a weird but engrossing story with a great hook and a mysterious resolution.
Of the rest, they were mostly decent. The titular story, “Alley,” has a great idea, but I feel like there’s too much exposition, which is followed by an ending that could have been a few pages longer. “The Inn” has a great idea and some terrifying art, though the ending kind of puttered out on me, and “Smoker’s Club” has a great idea about tobacco and smoking that would put anyone off cigarettes, though it also could have used more pages for its story. And “Memory” has a great story, though not enough scary art for me (it still would make a great movie).
The only bad story was “Ice Cream Bus,” which other than a reminder about why stranger danger exists, wasn’t much better than its animated Netflix adaptation.
Overall, I think I would give Alley by Junji Ito a 3.8 out of 5. There’s some decent horror in there, so if you’re looking to get into his work, this might be a good choice for your second or third read of his (I recommend picking between Remina, Uzumaki and Tombs for your first and second reads).
That’s all for now, my Followers of Fear. Until next time, good night and pleasant nightmares!
About three weeks back, I wrote a blog post about how unsure I was regarding my feelings towards my disabilities, let alone if I felt “pride” in them during Disability Pride Month. Some time later, NPR asked readers with disabilities to submit their experiences with disability and what they wanted able-bodied people to know for an article. I submitted my thoughts and, much to my delight, I found out Sunday morning that my submission was used in the article, which I’ve linked to in the button below.
Did you enjoy the article? I did. And it was educational for me too. Someone in the article mentioned how disability isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but it could be a rich experience. They said this despite all the troubles that can come from their own disability.
That spoke to me. Like in my previous post, I’m not sure if I feel pride in my disabilities. On the one hand, autism and ADHD, among other conditions, makes me what is known as “neurospicy” and the unique individual that I am today. They probably also contribute to my writing in a major way, allowing me to see the world in a unique way and come up with wild ideas that translate into (what I like to think are) amazing stories.
On the other hand, I still worry that, because social cues aren’t always obvious to me, I’m skirting the edge of Sheldon Cooper-levels of awkwardness. Or that my problems with focusing and attention might negatively affect my job or my goals in life.
And God knows there’s still a lot of ableism in our society and a lot of people who still need education in interacting with people with disabilities, even if they think they know it all.
Like the folks in the article said, it can be a rich and varied experience, and it’s different for every person. And it doesn’t always have to be a barrier. Like I said in the article, I own my home, I have a good job, and I’ve published books and short stories. Some might think my disabilities make doing that impossible, but in actuality, they might even help me accomplish those things.
Maybe I still don’t know if I feel “pride” in my disabilities. But I know they don’t get in the way of my life. And I know they’re not a death sentence, or worse than death. They’re a part of me, and I wouldn’t be me without them. And while I wish social situations were easier to read, I would never wish to be different than I am.
Okay, maybe I might change some stuff. But that would be stuff like never needing to use sunscreen again, or having a swimmer’s build no matter what I eat or how much I exercise. But the essential stuff? I wouldn’t change a bit.
That’s all for now, my Followers of Fear. Until next time, good night and pleasant nightmares.
Okay, this isn’t the kind of barker I meant, but can you blame me for using it? The pup’s so cute!
As many of you know, my fellow HWA Ohio members and I had a booth at the Columbus Book Festival last weekend. A few days later, when I met online with my critique group, one of the authors who was at the festival with me mentioned that I was like “one of those guys at a fair. What do you call them? Oh yeah, a carnival barker!”
I did not disagree. After all, that’s what I was going for. Throughout the weekend, I was calling out to people who were passing our tent, trying to get them in and to check out our books. I must’ve introduced myself with “Welcome to the Ohio Horror Writers Association! My name is Rami Ungar, how are you today?” and called out “Come in, come in! We don’t bite…not unless asked” a thousand times. And you know what? That worked. People came in, they checked out our wares, and they bought stuff. By the end of the weekend, I’d managed to sell out.
I’m not trying to brag or anything. I’m just relating one of the hard lessons I’ve learned over the years of writing and doing events: people won’t just discover you and they won’t just gravitate towards you without good reason. My first few events, not wanting to make a fool of myself, I was mostly quiet and did not go out of my way to get people to buy my work. At most, I would wait for someone to get close or to make contact and just say, “Hi.”
The result? Not a lot of sales. Not a lot of new readers. I learned then that, unless you’re a big name like Stephen King (or if you’re at a paranormal convention, a well-known name in the community), you can’t just hope people will find you and show interest. You need to put yourself out there. You need to be a bit of a carnival barker.
This isn’t just my opinion. A lot of authors and a lot of articles have suggested that, at events, readers are more likely to get an author’s book if, unless they already know the author or their work, they are drawn to the author. In other words, if the author themselves makes a good first impression. If that happens, the reader is more likely to check out the author’s work, either by buying at the event or getting it online later.
I guess it’s a good thing I’m already a talker and I like to be the center of attention.
A picture of a barker from Wikipedia. I try to be more animated than this photo suggests.
Now, if you’re not the type who likes to put themselves out there like that, I have some good news. You don’t have to do this at events. Some events are better for networking than for selling books, so if you would prefer to interact with other authors and just talk to the occasional reader that comes your way, please do. And hell, you don’t even have to do events! If you prefer not to go out there, don’t. Stick to podcasts, or blogging, or YouTube, or just writing. Every writer is different, and every writer’s goals are different. If yours don’t involve putting yourself out there to sell books, don’t feel pressured to do so.
However, if you do go to the events with the intention of selling books, and if you put money down on the table to do so, I would put in a bit of work to ensure you get your investment back, plus returns. After all, that’s what worked for me.
Well, that’s all for now, my Followers of Fear. I wanted to also go into some other things I’ve noticed help with book sales, but I think I’ll leave that for another post devoted entirely to that subject. In the meantime, I just want to let you know that I’ll be using this method of reaching people at events this coming weekend, July 26-28, at Motor City Nightmares in Novi, Michigan. If you’re available to come, I’ll be selling books and doing Tarot readings and would love to see you there. You can find out more from the website here.
And if you can’t stop by but still want to support me, or you’re still looking for your next scary read, check out my books using the button below. You’ll find most of my works there, including some free stuff. And if you like what you read,, please leave a review online so I know what you thought. Believe me, it helps me and it helps the readers that come after you.
That’s all for now, my Followers. Until next time, good night and pleasant nightmares!
Well, WordPress is acting weird for me. For some reason I can’t access stats or most other things, and I can’t even contact WP support! Anybody else experiencing this problem? I had to go through some serious hoops just to get this blog post written, let alone published.
Anyway, enough complaining, because I have amazing news! Late last year, after The Great Editing, I wrote the first new story in what felt like forever. “White Leaves” was about the events that occurred in an apartment complex one misty Halloween morning. It was an unusual story, even for me, because it was under three-thousand words for the first draft and was written in the second person. But I was excited about it and was eager to share it with my critique group for feedback.
Well, I submitted the story to the group. And edited the story with their feedback. And, after quite a few submissions and rejections, I’m pleased to announce that “White Leaves” is being published and narrated on the Tales to Terrify podcast!
If this particular publisher sounds familiar to you, it should: Tales to Terrify published and narrated my novelette “The Dedication of the High Priestess” back in 2022. (Click here to listen to that particular episode.) I loved what they did with that story, which I feel is among my best work, and I was eager to have them do it again. And, as luck would have it, “White Leaves” made them “wickedly happy,” as their acceptance email said. So, we’re collaborating again!
Now, it’s not decided when the story will appear on the podcast. They get a lot of good stories and only are able to fit one to two each episode. It could be quite the wait. However, I know that when it’s time, it’ll be great! And I’ll be sure to update you all when it happens.
Anyway, that’s all for now, my Followers of Fear. I’ve got the Columbus Book Festival tomorrow, so I’m going to try to go to bed early tonight and be at full energy tomorrow. Until next time, good night, pleasant nightmares, and I hope you’re having as wonderful a time as I am!
The Disability Pride flag. It’s lovely, but I’m not sure if it’s something I can display for myself just yet.
Last week, I was informed that July is Disability Pride Month. It’s an opportunity for those with disabilities–blind, deaf, psychiatric, mobility, etc.–to show that while they may have different bodies and minds, it’s not the end of the world. Hell, in some cases, it’s not even a problem. Instead, it helps build the character of the disabled and in some cases, they feel it makes them stronger. The only one with a problem might be society, which is still very ableist in its makeup.
I am on the spectrum and have ADHD (among other things), and I like the idea of Disability Pride Month. You should never feel less or be put down by your fellow humans just because you were born different. And some disabilities have become, rather than a hindrance, become the basis for communities with strong membership and even organizing. The Deaf community is one prominent example.
However, at the moment, I’m still figuring out how I feel about my own disabilities, let alone if I have pride in them.
That’s not saying I have low self-esteem or feel lesser because I have disabilities. It’s just that I’m still figuring out how I feel about being on the spectrum and having ADHD. On the one hand, it’s cool being “neurospicy,” as some people call it, and my unusual brain probably played a huge role in becoming a writer. Not to mention that I was able to get some accommodations in college and even found a steady, paying job because I am a person with disabilities.
But on the flip side, I’ve become more aware as I’ve gotten older how difficult it can be to interact with other people. Unlike fictional characters, whose minds I can get into and who are simple to understand, real people are complex and hard to read. I’m constantly on guard with my behavior, even with people who know that I have some social difficulties, in case something I say or do causes offense. Sometimes irreparable offense.
It’s gotten to the point where I don’t know if I’m being my genuine self, or if I’m “masking,” as it’s known.
And last month, I listened to this lecture series on Audible about being neuroatypical, and it kind of blew my mind. Not only did a lot of the situations brought up in the series resemble things from my own life, but I learned how drastically autism and ADHD treatment has changed over the years and how much it still has to change. Did you know that for both conditions, therapy used to center around controlling and forcing people to act “normal,” however you want to define it? And there are still places that operate that way, occasionally using horrific practices like restraint or electroshock therapy to change behavior. It’s awful.
I received therapy for my behavior as a kid. I don’t remember what kind it was. I just went to it because my parents said that’s where I had to go on certain days at certain times and didn’t really think much of it one way or another. I don’t have any bad memories, but I am curious as to what approach they took with me. And if it contributed in any way to my own worries about interacting with people.
So yeah, I’m not sure how to feel about my disabilities. Is it true that there are benefits to being neurospicy, especially in the creative and out-of-the-box thinking departments? Absolutely. But when around people, it’s hard to figure out how much of myself to be and how much I need to mask. And is there even a difference between my true self and my masked self? At least when in company?
I might not get those answers for a very long time, if ever. Especially not when the world is still super hard to navigate.
Still, at least I have people around me and get me. Parents, siblings, dear friends, fellow horror writers and enthusiasts, Followers of Fear, and even coworkers. They let me be myself once in a while, and usually tell me if I cross a line and I didn’t realize it. They even forgive me when that happens. They make navigating that much easier.
Now if only things could become a lot easier! Maybe then I’d figure out if I’m proud of what makes me neurospicy.
Just a reminder, Followers of Fear: this coming weekend, July 13 and 14, is the Columbus Book Festival. It’s taking place at the Main Branch of the Columbus Metropolitan Library and nearby Topiary Park in downtown Columbus, Ohio. Authors of all stripes, as well as artists and others, will be there to help match you to your next favorite read. I’ll be there with my fellow members of HWA Ohio, so please stop by if you can.
And if you can’t, but you’re interested in supporting me (or maybe just want to read something scary), check out my catalog. From plant/human hybrids and strange gods to Mafia-hunting serial killers and carnivorous horses, I got something for every horror fan, including free stories. And if you end up reading something of mine, please leave me a review so I know what you think. I’ll leave a link to the Books page below.
Until next time, my Followers of Fear, good night and pleasant nightmares. I’ll see you around real soon.
My copy of Horror Movie, surrounded by some of the horror movies on my shelves. Because how could I not?
I was not a fan of Tremblay’s last novel, The Pallbearers Club (see my review here), but when I first heard of his new book and saw its cover, I wanted to read it! And when I got my copy from the library, I got even more excited. You can’t tell from the photo I included, but the pages have red borders, which coupled with the black cover, makes it look like a restricted video from the age of VHS tapes and Blockbusters. So, almost as soon as I finished reading You Like It Darker (see that review here), I started reading this.
Hoo-boy, did I get on a rollercoaster ride.
In 1993,* a small team of amateur actors and filmmakers come together to make a movie tentatively titled “Horror Movie.” However, tragedy strikes on the last day of filming, preventing it from ever releasing. However, scenes, stills and scripts from the movie have made their way online, and as many of the original cast and crew die under mysterious or tragic circumstances, an air of mystique gathers around the mysterious film. In the 2020s, a reboot is in the works and the studio brings on our narrator, who also played the original film’s villain the Thin Kid and is the only surviving member of the cast and crew, to both co-produce and reprise his role.
Thus begins a journey through the past and the present that will answer a question the narrator, and many of us, ask often: why do people do terrible and fucked up things?
First off, this novel is incredibly well-written. Tremblay takes the unique storytelling he used in The Pallbearers Club and applies it here like an art. Jumping between the production of the original film, the process of creating the reboot in the present, and the script of the original, you essentially get two different stories woven together. I have to applaud Tremblay for writing both a script for a very scary and fucked up film and then writing a very personal story around the script and the movie that was supposed to come about from it.
I also really liked the narrator, whose name I can’t really remember because I’m not sure if it was ever mentioned. It’s easier just to call him by his character’s name, the Thin Kid, and that sort of makes sense, as another major theme of this novel is the blending of reality and fiction. Where does our narrator end and the Thin Kid begin? Is there even a difference? It kind of reminds me of Perfect Blue,** one of my favorite horror movies, and how that movie explored how quickly reality and fiction can combine under the right circumstances.
Anyway, our narrator doesn’t have a high opinion of himself, but he’s likable. Once he commits to the movie, he commits to it–the character, the reputation of the film, and its reboot–even at the detriment to himself. Towards the end, I wondered if maybe he might be an unreliable narrator, because some of what he describes both feels like something he would do and something he might make up. It’s just amazing to read his story (which he’s narrating as an audiobook or podcast), and I had a hard time putting the book down.
If I have one thing I didn’t like, it’s that the foreshadowing sometimes worked against itself. Since the narrator is technically speaking to an audience that presumably knows about the history of the titular film, he refers to things that have happened and kind of expects his audience to know. However, the audience in the real world doesn’t, so once or twice, he refers to something that appears to be common knowledge and I’m like, “Wait, did I read that and forget? Or is it something we haven’t read yet that he’s alluding to?”
It probably did not help that I could not remember if he mentioned the narrator’s real name (I think it was David, but don’t quote me on that), so that only heightened my confusion.
All in all, however, Horror Movie is an excellent novel and well worth the read. On a scale of 1 to 5, I give it a 4.8. Horrifying, entrancing and full of twists, you’ll find yourself hanging on as you discover not only why people do terrible and fucked up things, but how much reality and fiction can blend in the worst ways. Just grab a copy and see for yourself!
*The year I was born, by the way. Coincidence? I think not!
**BTW, if you have not checked that one out, I highly recommend it.
Some of you may remember prior to COVID a rather unusual novel called A Cosmology of Monsters, about a family in the business of haunted attractions and the entities that seem to haunt them through the generations (see my review here). You may also remember my interview with the author, Shaun Hamill (which you can read here). Well, Shaun’s got a new novel called The Dissonance coming out soon, and I got him to sit down with me to discuss the new book and what went into writing it.
So, without further ado, let’s do an interview!
Rami Ungar: Welcome back to the blog, Shaun. Can you tell us what you’ve been up to in the past five years since Cosmology came out?
Shaun Hamill: Like everyone else, I’ve had a crazy few years! I’ve moved from Alabama to Texas (and then moved three more times to different living situations in the last 3 years). I haven’t written as much as I would have liked, but I managed to write The Dissonance, and I have just turned in another novel I can’t talk about yet.
RU: Tell us about The Dissonance. What’s it about, and what inspired it?
SH: The Dissonance is a dark fantasy novel (with a dash of horror), about a type of magic that feeds on negative emotions: pain, depression, and the like. The only people who can use it are usually “broken” in some way—traumatized or mentally ill or the like. The story focuses on a group of friends who discover this power as teenagers, and how it shapes their lives in good and bad ways. It was inspired during COVID, when I couldn’t see any of my friends in person. I missed them terribly, so I wrote a novel about friendship.
RU: Can you tell us a bit more about the novel’s themes and influences?
SH; As previously mentioned, friendship is a huge theme of The Dissonance. So is trauma, and pain, and regret. It was influenced mainly by Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell and Lev Grossman’s The Magicians. Some reviewers are also comparing the novel to IT (it deals with a group of friends and has a split timeline between their adolescent and adult lives), so that’s in the mix, too!
RU: Nothing wrong about being compared to IT, especially when it’s favorable. So, do you think your writing style has changed at all since Cosmology?
SH: I’m not sure. When I started The Dissonance, I set out to write a more accessible book, with characters who were a little easier to love and root for. I also wanted there to be more action and excitement. Whether that means a change in style? I couldn’t say. Maybe I’ve gotten a little less pretentious? I’ll be curious to see what readers of Cosmology think.
RU: I’ll be sure to let you know. Now, I’ve noticed based on Cosmology and on the description for The Dissonance, but you seem to have a thing for cosmic horror. Can you tell us your thoughts on cosmic horror and what about it you like?
SH: Yeah, I’m a cosmic horror nerd for sure. I think it stems from growing up religious (although I’m not a believer anymore). I was always fascinated by the awe and wonder that came with believing in something bigger than myself, and when I discovered cosmic horror (relatively late, in my early 30s), I found something more in tune with my personal feelings about the universe: a dark wonder, and the sense that reality is bigger and more complex and strange than any of us can ever comprehend. The best we can hope for in this life is a peek behind the curtain. Weird fiction is all about that curtain.
RU: It also seems this book will be delving quite a bit into witchcraft and the occult. Do you have experience with magic and witchcraft, or did you do a bunch of research and then make up the rest?
SH: I have an ex who practiced a bit of witchcraft. I’ve partaken in a couple of rituals (which I found as boring as church), and have spent my fair share of time in wiccan shops, browsing books of spells and baskets full of crystals and whatnot. In The Dissonance I employ a little bit of that knowledge, but mostly stick to made-up stuff, where I get to make the rules. My novel doesn’t discount the idea that pagan beliefs are valid, but it doesn’t engage with them much, either.
RU: Changing gears a bit, in our last interview, you mentioned at one point cutting down Cosmology from 250,000 words to about 100,00. Did you have to do something similar with The Dissonance?
The cover for The Dissonance.
SH: Actually, it’s the opposite! I worked hard to turn in a draft of The Dissonance at about 100,000 words. When my editor bought the book, she encouraged me to open up the world and story, and we ended up adding almost 50,000 words to the novel. Just like the cuts were appropriate for Cosmology, I think the additions ended up helping The Dissonance. The early drafts of the novel were very fast-paced—a little too fast. We needed to slow down (just a little) and give the characters time to breathe and feel between the action beats. We needed to show them having fun in addition to getting into trouble. The resulting novel is almost 50% longer than Cosmology but I have yet to hear anyone complain about the word count, so I think we got it right!
RU: Before we wrap up, are you working on anything new and spooky right now? And do you have any exciting future plans?
SH: I just turned in my third novel (which I can’t really talk about yet). It’s definitely on the spooky end of the spectrum. I’m also in talks for a fourth book (which I also can’t talk about), and have given my agent outlines for two possible other novels. So I’m going to be quite busy for the next few years! Hopefully I’ll be publishing more than once every half-decade from now on.
RU: Final question: what are some horror stories you’ve read recently that you’ve enjoyed?
SH: I loved Rachel Harrison’s latest novel, Black Sheep, and Clay McCloud Chapman’s What Kind of Mother. I’m really excited for Gabino Iglesias’s House of Bone and Rain. I haven’t been reading as much horror recently (because of the fantasy edge of The Dissonance, that’s been most of my reading), but I need to get back into it!
RU: I hope you do! It’s an amazing genre, after all. And thank you again for joining us once more.
If you’re interested in checking out The Dissonance, it comes out July 23, 2024 and is available for preorder from most retailers. And if you want to follow Shaun Hamill, you can follow him using the links listed below.
I hope you’re as excited as I am to read this book, my Followers of Fear. And until next time, good night and pleasant nightmares!
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