So, where exactly did you come from Willie?
Well, to put it in Rod Serling’s immortal words, “from the pit of man’s fear to the summit of his knowledge.” Actually, I’m horror writer Thomas Scopel’s bad side…and boy does he have one. You should see some of the things he ponders…Of course, if you’ve already read some of his writings, I’m sure you understand.
So, where do you fit in the horror playground?
What have you recently written? What are you currently working on?
At present I have just a few film reviews (click here to see some of them), and pieces on here. But, I suspect this will change rather quickly once the knife, err pen, gets fully sharpened. Heh heh. I’m a great fan of horror, both film and book, and never seem to get enough time to immerse as much as I’d like. And besides, with Thomas working feverishly on that Future Past novel of his I only get out for a romp occasionally. But, let me tell you kiddies, I certainly take advantage of it and the blood splatters when I do. Which reminds me…you know that Daily Death thing that he’s taking all the credit for? Well, it was actually my idea. Oh well, no use crying over red puddles. At least he put a picture of me in the book.
Regardless, right now I’m concentrating hard on a never ending array of horror films for Horror News Net, and remaining focused on blog writing. But, like I said…this will change soon enough…as the opportunities present themselves.
There are many people who are deathly afraid of clowns in any form, what do you have to say about that?
So Willie, who does your make-up?
MAKE-UP! What make-up?
What’s your favorite foods?
Oh, I’m just like any other ghoul. I prefer flesh….fresh and bloody. But, I won’t turn down a hearty rotted corpse teaming flies and their offspring meal either. Occasionally, as a light snack, especially when I’m creeping around in the shadows, I’ll crunch up a cockroach or two…just to tide me over until I can find my main course.
So what do you wear on Halloween?
I have this goat mask I made from…well…it doesn’t really matter where I got it…let’s just say it’s authentic and if I could fit it comfortable over this nose of mine, I’d wear it.
What does your family think of all this?
Since most of them have been err…consumed, my brother, Jack is the only one left. He’s a jester…waaaaay wickeder than I am. He wouldn’t even let me taste our parents’ still beating hearts. He was bigger than me and I was only hoping that they filled his gullet enough so that he wouldn’t be looking at me like the George Romero’s stumbling spawn does to their hapless victims. He’s supposed to visit sometime this year, probably around Halloween.
Well Willie, thanks for taking the….WILLIE!....WAIT….WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO…DON’T……………AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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