Nick Cato’s Suburban Grindhouse Memories Column on CKF

Nick Cato’s current column “Suburban Grindhouse Memories” column at Cinema Knife Fight (www.cinemaknifefight.com).

June, 1989. I see an ad in the NY Daily News for what promises to be a real wild one. I venture out of the safety of my suburban neighborhood (alone) and hit the still-sleazy pre-Guiliani Times Square for what would be my final visit to the famed area before it was cleansed a few years later. Getting off the train around 36th Street, I see a huge billboard poster for “Lady Terminator,” and attempted to peel it off. No luck. I was offered weed and other substances at least five times during my eight-block trek uptown to the theater. One guy claimed to have switchblades. I kept walking, keeping my eyes straight ahead, hoping I made it to the theater in one piece.

Man, do I miss the old NYC.

“Lady Terminator” played solo, a rarity for a Times Square feature at that time. I attended an afternoon showing, and the place had at least a dozen people in attendance…yet I was thrilled about ten minutes into the film when screams and comments were flying as loudly as any midnight screening of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” could hope for.

Check out the plot of this Indonesian import: An anthropology student named Tania Wilson (played by the beautiful Barbara Ann Constable in her ONLY credited role) becomes possessed by some ancient queen—while exploring her underwater lair. In a surreal/dream-like sequence, Tania finds herself swimming one second then tied to a huge bed the next. An eel-like creature wiggles up the sheets and into her vagina, causing her to become possessed. She soon emerges on shore (stark naked) and interrupts a lame drinking party where she wastes a couple of losers. After taking one of their leather jackets (yeah, this follows “The Terminator” (1984) quite closely at this point), she begins an all-out attack that’d make Hurricane Irene green with envy. While it’s never clear why this ancient sea witch is bent on revenge, the audience (and I) really didn’t care. Tania (aka the Lady Terminator) goes Tottally Balistic, creating a body count ten miles high via machine guns and a couple of brutal sex scenes (Remember the tag line: “She mates…then she Terminates!” One blurb that lives up to its promise).

Why this woman is turned into a cyborg-type revenge creature by an ancient sea witch is anyone’s guess, but that’s not even a quarter of a quarter of the flaws in this insanely ridiculous action romp. And when Tania starts her killing spree, you’ll either overlook these flaws, ride with it and have the greatest time of your trash film life, or shut the DVD off and continue to be a dullard (This film is actually playing in NYC at a rare screening in a couple of weeks—I’m freaking out that I can’t attend— hence the inspiration for this week’s column).

What put the crowd into a screaming frenzy were several repeated scenes, especially one of Tania spraying a group of military men with machine gun fire: that had to be shown at least five times. I’m guessing this saved the film crew from having to shoot from different angles? Either way, this is the type of thing that makes “so-bad-they’re-good” movies memorable.

I’m a big fan of the original “Terminator.” But, I can sit through “Lady Terminator” a thousand more times without being bored, as it contains more car chases, explosions, gore, violence, nudity and sheer insanity than a dozen low budget rip-offs combined. (It should be noted that star Barbara Ann Constable is also credited as doing the make-up for the film, too).

The most amazing aspect of “Lady Terminator” is it’s ability to entertain to the core, despite a plot that’s all over the place (or not even there, depending on who you talk to), dialogue that’s beyond inept, and question after question after question and confusion on top of confusion. Somehow this pile of Indonesian trash works. It’s a true miracle of low-budget filmmaking that I’ve been contemplating for the past twenty-two years, made worse by my second viewing via a VHS screening in the early 90s.

I think I’m finally ready to seek this out on DVD…although when I do it’ll be hard not to toss it in the DVD player for weekly viewings.

“Lady Terminator” was one of the greatest exploitation films I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing on the big screen with my fellow Noo Yawk trash hounds at the near-end of the genuine grindhouse era.

I think I’m gonna go cry now…

© Copyright 2011 by Nick Cato

Kurt Newton’s Encounters with the Blurry People at the Hebron Harvest Fair

2011 HEBRON HARVEST FAIR REPORT or MY ENCOUNTERS WITH THE BLURRY PEOPLE

by Kurt Newton

DAY 1: THURSDAY

It was my first time at the Hebron Harvest Fair. As a lifelong Connecticut resident I’d been to other fairs in the area — the Lebanon Fair, the Brooklyn Fair, the Woodstock Fair — but never the Hebron Harvest Fair. Now I know why. It looked and smelled like any other fair — fried dough, roasted meat, the bright flickering lights of the midway, farm animals, country folk — but the Hebron Harvest Fair hid a sinister difference behind its rural facade.

It began innocently enough. I arrived Thursday afternoon and, after slogging through the rain-soaked hayfield turned parking lot turned mud pit, I was greeted by Jason Harris at the gate. Jason was wearing his black New England Horror Writer’s t-shirt. I’d met Jason before and it was nice to see a familiar face among the Lion’s Club and John Deere logo wearing locals. Jason led me to the NEHW booth and I was pleasantly surprised by the look and location of our humble home away from home.

NEHW member books were neatly displayed across two long tables. A custom made banner hung at the back of the booth proudly displaying our organization’s logo. Skeletons dangled on the walls and skulls rested on the tables, so there was no mistaking what kind of books we were selling. Jason’s better half, Stacey Longo, was there. Both Jason and Stacey were not only glad to see me, each simmered with that nervous excitement that is only found among couples expecting their first child.

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“Wow…this looks great,” I said.

Jason fidgeted, making room for the books I’d brought. “I’m really hoping we do well so next year members won’t be so hesitant to come to this event. I don’t know why but we didn’t get the kind of response we were hoping for. Stacy and I had to put in $130.00 of our own money to get this booth. Look, I’m not complaining. As the organizers, we knew what we were getting into. It’s just that –”

“Jason…enough!” Stacey barked. She turned to me and smiled. “We’re glad you could make it.”

“Thanks,” I said, and settled in.

“I just don’t understand,” Jason muttered as he pulled out his IPad and began blogging.

Like I said, it began innocently enough. First night highlights: I got to hang out with Dan Keohane (author of Solomon’s Grave & Margaret’s Ark); I sold one book; I ate some really good Pad Thai noodles and garlic chicken on a stick; and no rain. Lowlights: I had brought my new 30x zoom digital camera with me, but when I went to use it the battery pack was dead; the grassy lane outside our booth was a bit muddy and woodchips had to be laid down to make it passable for foot traffic; and it got a little chilly once the sun had set. Overall, a good start to what I hoped would be a fruitful weekend.

It would still be another twenty-four hours before I saw my first blurry person.

DAY 2: FRIDAY

The weather had warmed. After spending an hour in bumper-to-bumper traffic to get to the fairgrounds, I finally arrived. The sun had already set. Jason met me at the gate again and, when I got to the booth, he introduced me to Danny Evarts (artist, illustrator of the children’s book It’s Okay to be a Zombie), Kristi Petersen Schoonover (author of Skeletons in the Swimmin’ Hole) & Nathan Schoonover (Kristi’s paramour and extreme paranormal investigator). This time I brought the special battery charger for my camera’s battery and promptly plugged it in. I was determined to get some pictures tonight.

The fair was in full swing and no sooner had I arrived, Kristi, wearing low-cut shoes, had had a little accident involving an extra-long and extra-sharp woodchip. Apparently, the chip had flipped up and stabbed her in the ankle, taking a little gouge out of her skin. To me, it looked like a relatively harmless injury, one that a wipe with a damp paper towel would fix. But, no, Kristi was beside herself. Infection, even cellulitis was mentioned. Nathan eased her fears by taking her to the First-Aid center. I thought it was an over-reaction. But little did I know.

With my battery charged, I took the opportunity to take in the fair through the eye of my camera’s lens. I snapped pictures of the nearby Soft Serve ice cream vendor. I took a long shot of the ferris wheel. I even snapped one of a chiropractic booth. I took others. Here’s one of Jason doing his best H.P. Lovecraft imitation.

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I intended to write a brief essay on the fair for the NEHW blog, with pictures.

Here’s one of Nathan Schoonover looking wary of what was in this lady’s folder.

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When I was done taking pictures, I sat in the booth and reviewed what I had. Strangely enough, I began to notice a common element in some of the pictures. In and among the random crowds there were stationary strangers watching me. Here’s one standing alongside the Soft Serve vendor.

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Here’s another in the foreground of the long shot of the ferris wheel.

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I didn’t remember these people standing there when I took the pictures. But here they were, standing like security guards, eyeing me with bad intent.

Maybe I was just reading too much into what must have been random figures. Maybe they weren’t looking at me at all. But there was something else. The blurry people. At least, that’s what I thought they were. People. One (the white-haired lady on the left in the chiropractic booth picture) looks almost skeletal. Ghostly. Was I imagining things?

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After reviewing the pictures, I put my camera aside and thought nothing more of it. After all, I’m a horror writer. I have a horror writer’s imagination. If I didn’t let my mind go off on these crazy tangents, my stories wouldn’t be very interesting, now would they? But as the evening progressed I found myself watching the crowd. Just when I thought I’d spotted one of those security guard-looking figures, they’d round a corner or fall in behind a group of fair-goers only to disappear. I finally let it go and focused on selling books.

Kristi came back hours later with a bandage on her foot. She was still worried about it. Nathan was still trying to calm her worry.

I sold two more books and stayed till closing. I packed up my stuff, grabbed my camera, and headed home. It had been a long day.

DAY 3: SATURDAY

I didn’t go to the fair. I had to move that day into my new apartment. I felt bad. I was going to miss meeting a lot of people that I wanted to hang out with. But my dreams the night before had left me feeling as though maybe it was best.

I had dreamed of the fair, only I was the only one in the booth. I stepped out onto the woodchips and noticed all the other booths were empty. I went looking for someone, anyone. The rides of the midway were operating but I could hear no screams of delight, no far-off loud-speaker voice announcing entrants to the tractor pull. In fact, there was very little sound at all. Except for the eerie shuffle of footsteps following me. Footsteps I knew belonged to that of the security guards I’d captured in my photographs. Security guards that were following me because of what else I had captured in my photographs: the blurry people. I approached a tent and heard the buzz of wings. The sound grew louder, filling my ears. I reached out to push back the tent entrance, to see what was inside, to see what was making that horrid buzzing noise, when a hand fell on shoulder.

I woke up then and tried to shake the dream from my head. I looked at the clock. I was already behind schedule. My girlfriend would be arriving soon to help me move. Funny, but as I got out of bed, I could have sworn I saw a figure standing outside my apartment window. I rushed to the window to see who it was, only to be greeted by green grass and bright sun. Nobody there.

Throughout the day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I wanted to call Jason and warn him. But warn him about what? Security guards that weren’t there? Blurry people that buzzed in my dreams? For some odd reason I thought that what I was imagining had to do with the fact that we were horror writers. That because we immerse ourselves in darkness, we perhaps unknowingly uncover what the average person cannot see. That perhaps what we think is a product of our imagination is in fact true. That perhaps because we have the ability to “expose” these things, these things are watching us, making sure we don’t go too far.

It was a crazy thought. But it unnerved me just the same. I couldn’t wait until the following day when I could share this crazy thought with my fellow horror writers. It would be good for a laugh or two.

DAY 4: SUNDAY

It was the best day of all. Bright sunshine, warm, dry September air. We couldn’t have asked for a better day to finish this experiment in bringing horror to the local fair.

I arrived before noon. Jason and Stacey, and Kristi and Nathan were there. Although Jason and Stacey looked tired, there was a renewed excitement in the air. I was told Saturday was a success. Many books were sold. A good time was had by all. Today was the day of the big country music concert, so the crowds were expected to be big. Jason was hoping we’d finish on a high note, so to speak.

Nathan Wrann (author of Dark Matter Heart, and writer/editor/producer of the film The Hunting Season) had joined us.

Kristi was walking with a limp. When she sat down and put her leg up on a chair to elevate it, I couldn’t believe the swelling. She told me she had to visit the emergency room and get a tetanus shot. I was amazed that such an innocent mishap could produce such a painful injury.

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Music boomed all day in the distance. I visited the Thai vendor again, this time eating some spicy cashew chicken with vegetable rice. I got into some interesting conversations with Nathan Schoonover about the correlation between the TV series House and Sherlock Holmes, and the origin and evolution of the Freemasons. Best of all, people seemed to be in a spending mood. I sold two more books, as did Kristi and Nathan Wrann. It was a nice cap to the weekend.

I’d almost forgotten about the blurry people and their bodyguards…until I looked at one picture of Kristi I had taken. While those of us in the booth were perfectly still and clear, Kristi appeared as a buzzing blur.

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Needless to say, I packed my things and promptly left, excusing myself early on the grounds that I needed to get back to my new apartment and unpack. Nathan Schoonover eyed me as I left, the smoke from his pipe curling around his head like a disembodied spirit.

It’s been five days now since the fair ended. Every night I’ve heard rustlings outside my windows.

They’re watching me. I know it. They’re probably wondering if I’ll expose them, tell the world of their existence.

I’m a writer. It’s what I do. I can’t help myself.

I may be moving again…very soon.

THE END

A Writing Advice Article from Stepcase Lifehack

An article from Stepcase Lifehack (http://www.lifehack.org/.

11 Books to Inspire, Encourage, and Cleanup Your Writing by Chris Smith

I’d like to call myself a writer. But I have found that it is hard to do. Mostly because of fear of the craft and how I sometimes don’t think that I can “stack up” to other, better writers.

What I have found is that my notion of me being terrible at writing isn’t anything unique. Not in the slightest. The best writers in the world all struggle with this notion on a daily basis. It’s hard for me to believe that writers like Steven King and Natalie Goldberg don’t believe that they are awesome at writing all the time, but it’s true.

So, instead of being hard on myself I decided to read what other writers had to say as well as learn some writing technique in the process. Below are 11 books that can help you inspire, encourage and clean up your writing.

On Writing Well

This book is a classic and one of the first that I read when I got into writing. Zinsser writes in a very approachable style and reminds you that writing isn’t always fun; that it is a real job and that you have to write through blood, sweat, procrastination, and tears to be considered a writer.

He is the one that helped me understand that writing less is more.

On Writing

It would be hard to not include a book about writing from one of the best selling authors of all time; Stephen King. This book dives into King as a person and also provides the reader with how he stays motivated and how he goes about the writing process. There is some excellent stuff in this book and definitely worth reading a few times to glean.

Anyone that listens to Metallica while writing horror and mystery is my kind of human.

Writing Down the Bones

Ah, what can I say about Natalie Goldberg? That she is one of the greatest writing enthusiasts and teachers I have come across.

In Writing Down the Bones, Goldberg reminds us that we can’t beat ourselves up as writers and no matter what we will. She shows us how to get out of our “monkey mind” and how to write without the inner critic stopping your from putting down your ideas.

If you are a writer or even know a writer, Writing Down the Bones can “inspire” you and move you to keep your ideas and pen moving.

The Artist’s Way

Several months ago I heard about the idea of writing 750 words a day to get out of myself and to keep the flame of writing alive. It helps you by making a guarantee with yourself; no matter what, no matter how tired or apathetic I am, I will write 750 words a day.

That idea came from the Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. Cameron suggests writing “Morning Pages” every day. The idea is to write 3 pages of long hand writing and no matter what don’t stop while you are writing. It is supposed to liven the writer in you as well as work through some cruft so you can be more creative.

And it works.

Bird by Bird

Bird by Bird is a book by the infamous Anne Lamot. I have yet to read it but from the endless awesome reviews at Amazon, it seems to be a truly great book about writing.

Lamott is known for speaking her mind and isn’t afraid to tell you the truth about writing. She has written around a dozen books

The Courage to Write

The Courage to Write is what it says; a short book to help writers not be afraid of the keyboard or pen and help to get them writing more. Raplh Keyes is a well known writing teacher and in this book tries to help us get over the fear of putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboards).

Keyes writes about the reasons why we become fearful of writing and it’s no surprise that the fear is something in ourselves rather than something external.

The Pocket Muse and The Pocket Muse 2
This is a fun book and isn’t truly a writing technique book like most of the others. What the Pocket Muse is intended to do is give writers a spark to write and be creative. There are many sayings and prompts throughout the book with different types of visuals to get a writer’s mind going.

It’s a nice little book to have by your side, especially if you want to find something for a little boost to get started writing.

The Daily Writer

The Daily Writer is another book that isn’t completely about writing technique. What the Daily Writer provides is 366 prompts and writing exercises that you can use everyday. Every good writer that I have encountered over the years has kept a journal or has written every single day without fail. So, something like the daily writer coupled with the above mentioned Morning Pages can kickstart your writing habit and your creative process.

I’ve used the Daily Writer for almost 7 months now and it is definitely worth the time and money to check out.

Immediate Fiction

I tend to not write fiction but have been thinking about trying some more and more. Especially when a friend recommended “Immediate Fiction” to me. Once again, I don’t have first hand knowledge of this book, but according to my friend and reviewers on Amazon, this is one of the best books for help with writing fiction.

The Elements of Style (4th Edition)

Ah, the classic. I remember sitting in my first semester of college writing with this weirdly colored and amazingly short book as our text. I in no way recognized the importance of Mr. Strunk’s book then. It took several years and a revisit to college to understand its impact on my writing.

The 11 rules of Usage and Composition are extremely valuable and something that every potential writer should take note of.

The Essential Don Murray: Lessons from America’s Greatest Writing Teacher

Don Murray is sort of the “black horse of writing”. Not too many people outside of the field know about him as he doesn’t have the grand allure of authors like Steven King. But Don Murray may have been one of the best writers and writing coaches in the West.

The Essential Don Murray is a collection of all of Murray’s scattered works and provides the reader with many strategies and tips for writing. But, what this book truly shows us is how much Murray loved writing and tries to help the reader love it too.

Chris is a developer, writer, tech enthusiast, and husband. He holds a degree in MIS and CMPSC from Penn State Behrend. Chris is also interested in personal productivity and creativity and how to utilize technology to get more things done. Check out his tech writing at androinica.com where he writes about Android.

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Authors Stacey Longo and Dan Foley’s Write-up of the Hebron Harvest Fair

A humorous (and a little fictionalized) take of the Hebron Harvest Fair from Author Stacey Longo’s blog (www.staceylongo.com):

Stacey Longo posing over her books in the NEHW booth at the fair

“I couldn’t update the blog on Saturday because I spent Thursday through Sunday working at the Hebron Harvest Fair. As a board member of the New England Horror Writers, it was my duty to sweat my butt off, trying to pawn off free short stories to passerby who were quite frankly more interested in the fried dough than the literary gems I was handing out. After being ignored for most of the afternoon the first day, I decided to pull out the big guns. I dug through my closet to find the lowest-cut blouse I owned. Miraculously, my sales doubled (to two) the next day.

It was a hot weekend, and my sunscreen gave out about two hours in on Saturday. I wound up baking like a potato, and am now unable to breathe too deeply without my skin cracking. It was all for the sake of art, so I guess it was worth it. Plus, when my tomato red finally fades to a toasty brown, I expect to save a ton of money on foundation, so that’s a help.

Greeting the public as a horror writer was a little different than just hanging out at a convention debating small press versus self publishing with other writers (sure, you might find that boring, but to us, it can spawn hours of intellectual discussion. That and the debate about who is cooler: Gambit or Wolverine.) But with the general public, the questions I heard were a lot different: “Why did you decide to become a writer?” “Does your mother know you write this sicko stuff?” And, by far, the most popular question: “Have you ever met Stephen King?” (A question that I’m sure one Judie T. gets often simply because she lives in Maine. But I digress.)”

Dan Foley’s write up:

“A Day at the Hebron Fair”

The weather was great. Alright, maybe it was a tad on the hot side, especially in the sun, but at least it didn’t rain. There was no sign of the mud that plagued the fair-goers on Day 1. Best part of the day – I got to meet a lot of fellow NEHW’ers I hadn’t meet before. Worst part of the day – I didn’t win the raffle. Most fun – getting a full, skull face painting.
The skull got a lot of smiles and some stares from the older crowd and quite a few worried reactions from the youngsters. Most of them eventually came over and gave me a “high five” but a few never got up the courage. Next year I think it would be great if we all came “in costume”. Now that would draw some attention.
Kudos’s to all who came, but especially to Jason & Stacey for all the work they put in to set this up and make a success of it. It was also nice to do something “down here” in Connecticut. See you there next year!”

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Author Kristi Petersen Schoonover’s Write-up and Pictures from the Hebron Harvest Fair

The NEHW banner on the back wall of the booth at the Hebron Harvest Fair

Hot Times at the Hebron Harvest Fair: The Thrill of Discovery by Kristi Petersen Schoonover

As a writer who gets herself “out there” a lot, I’m asked all the time by other writers: why? Why should I spend the money? Why should I go to an event? If I don’t sell any books, I won’t have made back my investment.

This is how I always answer: I enjoy investing in my writing career, and most of that money goes to publicity — which often includes attending events, like being part of the New England Horror Writers booth at the Hebron Harvest Fair this past weekend. Do I expect to make a huge number of sales? Not really. I do it to get my name out there and to meet people directly — something that pays off in the long run in more ways than just monetary. I spent five years writing for a public relations firm, so I know a little bit about the value of second endorsement — that’s why social media has exploded the way it has. People are much more likely to buy something if their friends tell them to than if they see it in an ad.

From left to right: Stacey Longo, Jason Harris, Kurt Newton, Danny Evarts, and Kristi Petersen Schoonover

Likewise, people are much more likely to purchase one of your books if they’ve met you and talked to you. Maybe not that minute, maybe not that night or the next day, but at one point, they will. I have an Amazon Wish List a mile long, mostly loaded with titles of books by writers I know or met at an event. And believe me, I will purchase those books when I’ve got some cash and the time to read them. Even if it’s a year from now.

But there’s another reason to attend these events, another reason that I’d actually forgotten about until this weekend: thrill.

That thrill of a reader discovering a new book he would like to read, of meeting the writer behind that book he was holding in their hands, of having that book signed and personalized — of just talking to writers about reading and writing.

Authors Scott Goudsward and Greg X. Graves practicing their Hamlet

I had put together a bunch of ghost stories, folded them in half, and inserted our NEHW flyer inside. I’d approach people and ask, “Would you like a ghost story for Halloween?” I expected most people to either say “no” or just unenthusiastically take it. But I got tons of surprises! A blonde in pink shorts smiled, opened the story right away, started reading, and crashed into someone. A woman in a brown sweatshirt went on and on about how much she loved ghost stories. One man in a DUCK, NORTH CAROLINA sweatshirt was so excited he offered to pay me for it. Two teenaged girls came back later and were begging me for more. For an hour on Saturday, the crowds had thinned and not many booths were busy, so I visited the vendors, figuring they could read for a few minutes while nothing was going on. The guys at one booth (I won’t say, because I don’t want to get them in trouble if their bosses end up reading this) were more than enthusiastic. “Oh, yeah!” the guy said. “I totally love scary stuff!”

Shroud magazine and a few books on a table at the NEHW booth

One woman came into the booth, all smiles, after I had handed her one of the ghost stories. She made a beeline for the table. “Oh my God! Is this the Disney book? [referring to Skeletons in the Swimmin’ Hole]. I saw this in the paper and I can’t believe I found it!” She just grinned and grinned (and I have to admit I had never seen anyone react that way to my book, so I felt a little strange) and when Ken teased her about “Hey, great, now she isn’t going to get one of mine,” she said, “You write, too?” (She was referring to Shock Totem). “Well,” Ken said, “I’m the editor.” She wasn’t fazed. “I’ll get one, which issue do you think I would like?” (I can’t remember if she wanted him to sign it or not, but I seem to recall she did. Ken can correct me). When I went to go get a cup of coffee, I passed one man sitting on a rock, reading. He had a copy of Kurt Newton’s Life Amongthe Dream Merchants and Other Phantasies. I had seen him at the booth with the book in his hands, and then when he realized Kurt was actually standing there, it was like he had won the lottery. Similar scenes played out with nearly all the writers who were there with their work.

Authors Schoonover and Longo

Kids were thrilled to talk about It’s Okay to Be a Zombie with Danny Evarts. Others were excited to talk with writers about other books. Countless discussions were going all weekend on everything from Stephen King to what new books are coming out to how to break into the business. And most people who purchased hung around for awhile to talk. It was a pretty lively booth most of the time.

A table in the NEHW booth at the Hebron Harvest Fair

No one can put a price tag on these experiences. I’m pretty sure I still get that thrilled look on my face when I buy a book I simply can’t wait to read (um, in fact I did it there when I found out there was a Lizzie Borden story in an issue of Shroud, so of course I bought it). I still get that thrilled look on my face when I meet an author of books I love (you should have seen me meet Peter Benchley. I think I just had my mouth open the whole time). I am always excited by the settings. And the readers at our booth, they got excited too. As I stood there, I was excited for them.

So if you’re on the fence about going to an event and you can at all afford it (we all have to eat, too), stop thinking about it in terms of the investment/profit ratio. Start thinking about it in terms of the second endorsement, the magical memory and the reader’s thrill of a new discovery and meeting the writer whose book he’s got in his hands. The readers we were, and probably still are.

I know that’s how I was inspired to become a writer in the first place.

Here is a link to more photos taken by Schoonover, www.facebook.com/#!/media/set/?set=a.2147791928413.118778.1054758035

Author Releases Supernatural Thriller This Saturday

Author Erica Ferencik launches her supernatural thriller, Repeaters, on Saturday, September 17 at Wellesley Books, in Wellesley, Massachusetts. The bookstore is located at 82 Central Street.

Repeaters is published by Waking Dream Press (www.wakingdreampress.com/books/repeaters/). According to a press release, “Repeaters are everywhere. Their bodies bear the marks of their death: a gunshot scar, a rope burn at the neck, the slash of a knife. They are the murdered among us; slipping out of one life and instantly forced into another, and another. Nothing will free them from this endless cycle of return, except to love another human being.

Of all Repeaters, one has come back more than any of the others. Ruthless, charismatic Dr. Astra Nathanson seems to have everything – a brilliant career as a psychiatrist, wealth and great beauty. But her inability to love has doomed her to an endless half-life as a Repeater. Until now. This time, she will do anything to have the love she needs for a final demise, even if she has to betray her own flesh and blood to claim it.”

Ferencik is the author of the critically acclaimed novel, Cracks in the Foundation. Her work has also appeared in the Boston Globe, on Salon.com and National Public Radio.

For more information about the event, call the bookstore at (781) 431-1160.

Author Dan Keohane’s Experience at the Hebron Harvest Fair

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Author Dan Keohane’s (Margaret’s Ark) write-up of his time at the Hebron Harvest Fair:

“I had an amazing time on Thursday night and Friday at the fair, working the NEHW table. Thursday might have been damp and raining, but lots of people came out, more so on sunny Friday. The pre-advertising paid off, as a number of folks searched us out. The concept of an organization of New England writers, though not foreign to all of us, was a new concept for many and we had a lot of great discussions on the topic, and showing folks the wide variety of styles, from novels to story anthologies to comics. One major and effective tool were photocopies of Kristi Petersen Schoonover’s short stories, which Stacey Longo handed out to people passing by. We even had someone come back looking for her to tell her how much she loved the story. Writers: think of this next time (I will for sure), it was a great giveaway item! Again, special thanks to Jason Harris and Stacey Longo for opening their home to us all, and for working tirelessly even weeks beforehand to make this an extremely enjoyable time for everyone.

Pictures from the Hebron Harvest Fair

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The raffle prize at the Hebron Harvest Fair

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Author Dan Keohane sitting outside the NEHW booth at the fair

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One of the tables Inside the NEHW booth

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Fairgoers looking at It’s OK to be a Zombie and Shroud magazine at the NEHW booth

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Authors Kurt Newton and Stacey Longo

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A NEHW t-shirt hanging above the raffle prize

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Newton meditating below the NEHW banner

Pictures of Hebron Harvest Fair Raffle Winner Alec Wallman

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Alec Wallman holding a signed copy of Stephen King’s Full Dark, No Stars.

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Wallman smiling about winning the raffle.

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Wallman posing with one of his prize possessions on his new bookcase

Wallman, of Marlborough, CT., who turns nine on September 13, is a big fan of Stephen King. He is currently reading King’s It. He loves reading horror and watching horror movies, he said. He will grow up to be a horror writer or a make-up artist, his mom, Sheena said. He dressed up as the Cryptkeeper from Tales from the Crypt last Halloween and did his own make-up, his mom said. This year he will be dressing up as the Leprechaun from the 1993 movie Leprechaun.

The Winner of the Raffle

The winner of the raffle of the signed Stephen King novel, Full Dark, No Stars, 33 other novels some of which were signed limited editions, and the bookcase is Alec Wallman of Marlborough, Connecticut.

I wanted to thank our generous donors, AIO Publishing (www.aiopublishing.com), Borderland Press (www.borderlandspress.com), Tracy Carbone, Creative Guy Publishing (www.creativeguypublishing.com), Delirium Books (www.deliriumbooks.com), Earthling Publishing (www.earthlingpub.com), Scott Goudsward, Knopf Publishing (knopfdoubleday.com), Nightshade Books (www.nightshadebooks.com) and Prime Books (www.prime-books.com) for making the raffle at the NEHW booth at the Hebron Harvest Fair a success.

I want to thank Stacey Longo, Kurt Newton, Dan Keohane, Danny Evarts, Kristi Petersen Schoonover, Nathan Schoonover, Raven Starr, K. Allen Wood, Greg X. Graves, Nathan Wrann, Ron Winter, Scott Goudsward, Dan Foley, and Jennifer Yarter-Polmatier for appearing at the booth and all the people who visited us during the four days of the fair.

There will be more entries coming with pictures and links about the fair in the next couple of days.