Douglas Clegg is Coming to Haunted Nights Live


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Douglas Clegg is a very busy man. He is the New York Times bestselling author of psychological horror, historical, supernatural thriller, and dark fiction novels. He is the winner of many awards including the Bram Stoker Award, the Shocker Award, and the International Horror Guild Award. Recently, he even wrote a new introduction for the Signet Classic edition of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

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And these are just a few of the reasons I’m excited to announce that he will be one of our first Guests on Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights Live. 

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Haunted Nights is a horror-themed radio show, hosted by my collaborator, Tamara Thorne, and me. It’s part of Authors on the Air Global Radio Network which reaches upwards of two million listeners in 44 countries. On Haunted Nights Live, Tamara and I will be interviewing horror authors, other macabre personalities, and discussing all things horror. The show begins on Thursday nights in November. Until then, you can listen to us through the month of October when we’ll be co-hosting Authors on the Air with Pam Stack.

Keep an eye out for Dinner with the Cannibal SistersDoug’s latest tale of terror.

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A Beautiful Ghost


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A beautiful ghost

Ever is she

So far away

But so close to me

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And she in her boots

With that look on her face

Reminds me of orchids

In a porcelain vase

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Imprisoned within

A crystal Bastille

With fancies so few

And no wish to fulfill

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From her chambers, she casts

A faraway look

Does she mourn for a past

That some lover took?

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Or, alas, is she with

Her lover, the knave?

 Who is the master

And who is the slave?

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Is she ruled on cue

By ruthless illusion?

Will I forever pursue

The elusive conclusion?

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Though the coming of age

Dims mystification

She is still an enigma…

My last fascination

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© Alistair Cross

For more: www.alistaircross.com

Time, Time, Time…


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September 24th, 2014

“Time, time, time… see what’s become of me…”

- Hazy Shade of Winter by Paul Simon

Time is moving too fast and I don’t like it anymore.

It isn’t about vanity or youth. I’m not afraid of getting old, losing my looks, or not knowing the names of celebrities on covers of magazines that I don’t read. To be honest, I never enjoyed being young, anyway. It’s over-rated, and even at the time, I knew it. I couldn’t wait to get older and so far, I’ve enjoyed it. The lines around my eyes – the inability to tolerate anyone under 30 years old – the utter confusion I experience while trying to operate one of those hip cellular phone contraptions – I’ve considered these things very fair trades for the freedom, self-confidence, and personal empowerment of age. Maybe I’ll feel differently in another twenty years – I don’t know – but I like where I am now: young enough to have a future and old enough to have a past.

But the passage of time itself… it’s eerie, isn’t it? The way it creeps and crawls, slithering as it steals hours, days, weeks… years; it’s a thief of the deadliest, quietest kind. It makes you look back and take inventory, to be sure. And today seems to be a good day for looking back a little.

I can say with full conviction that I have no regrets, and in that, I know, I am lucky. I’m not sorry about my choices, but I do sometimes wonder what the hell I was thinking. It’s never the actions I took that bother me; it’s the actions I didn’t take – the time that I wasted. I feel lucky that I’m 37 years old rather than 57 or 67, and that is a great comfort to me on the days I get down on myself for all the time I spent being afraid and doing what I was told.

But still, just a minute ago, it was 1994. That means the next 20 years will likely come – and go – just as fast. And yeah… that kind of bothers me. I only hope I know myself a little more this time around, and that instead of going whichever way the general flow takes me, I have the smarts and spine to continue carving out my own path. After nearly 10 years of concentrated effort and near-ruthless intent, I’m finally on to a few good things in life; things I have to protect, defend, preserve, and foster. I know circumstances change and that anything can happen. I can’t control everything in the universe, but I can – and will – make sure that anyone who puts an unwelcomed, obstructing hand into my affairs pulls back a bloody stump.

Maybe this makes me an asshole. I don’t think so, but maybe. Really, I just don’t feel I have time to waste. That’s the one thing I do miss about being young: the sense that time is unlimited. But time even takes that from us, though in this case, I think it’s a good thing. It’s forced me to move. It’s made me aware. I know now that I don’t have all the time in the world, and I consider that a profound – though sometimes painful – grace.

I know I don’t have time for a lot of things. I don’t have time to wait for inspiration. I don’t have time to complain about what I should have done. I don’t have time for television. I don’t have time to argue about things I can’t control with people who don’t agree. I don’t have time to pursue unfulfilling relationships, and I don’t have time to wait until there’s enough time to do whatever it is that needs to be done. I have to make time… and that is my best – if not only – defense against that sneaky little thief called Time.

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These Books are Made for Writin’…


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As Tamara Thorne and I wrap the final edits on the collaborative horror novel we’ve been working on for the past few months, we’ve begun planning upcoming projects, collaborative and solo. Of course, we will be releasing new installments of The Ghosts of Ravencrest regularly and will spend the rest of 2014 completing Grandma’s Rack. Once Grandma’s put to bed, we’ll be as busy as ever with the next collaboration and our upcoming solo works.

2015 is already shaping up to be a busy year. On the days we aren’t scheduled to work on our collaborative projects, I’ll be returning to the project formerly known as The White Room. I say ‘formerly known’ because I’ve settled on a new, more suitable title. For now, it will only be known as C.C.

C.C. was completed in fall of 2010, but I have since all but scrapped the original novel as new concepts have presented themselves. Originally written in first person, this story has become too rich and complex to be told from a single point of view. In the writing I’ve done since, I’ve found my voice, and a facet of it is the fact that I prefer writing in third person. Third person allows me to more fully explore characters and I find it far more rewarding and energizing. As a writer particularly interested in characters, I find first person too one-dimensional; I want to see the world I’ve built through the eyes of the good guys, the bad guys, the reprobates, and the fools. I find that a lot of readers feel the same way.

So, once Grandma is fully Racked, Tamara and I will be dividing our time – but not our office space – between our collaborative and solo projects. Together, Skypewriting in the Cloud, we are more productive and have more fun than we do working alone. In January, when we begin our next collaboration, which we are referring to as M, we will also be working on our solo novels, C.C. and C.B. six days a week, as usual – seven as necessary.

Until then, we’re going back to work, but you can find us co-hosting Authors on the Air with Pam Stack on Wednesday nights through the month of October, and then hosting our brand new show, Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights Live, on Thursdays at 9 p.m. Eastern, beginning November 6th. One of our first guests will be New York Times bestselling author, Douglas Clegg. We’re going to grill him – with some barbeque sauce and baked beans on the side – about his process, his experiences in the industry, and his latest work, Dinner with the Cannibal Sisters, which we think is one hell of a title. Already, we have a solid line-up of other guests and are looking forward to getting the show on the air.

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Dream of Me


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One thing I ask

One promise from you…

One simple task

My love, this will do…

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That deep in your sleep

Of ever and more

In the quiet cold earth…

In your funeral décor

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Just this one thing

And in peace I shall be

Just promise me this…

That you’ll dream of me

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© Alistair Cross

For more: www.alistaircross.com

Over at Fiona McVie’s….


Yesterday, my interview at Fiona McVie’s Author Interviews went live. Among many other things, I discussed what books influenced me, the greatest challenges of writing a novel, and what I might have done had this writing gig not worked out for me. Give it a look-see at Fiona McVie’s Author Interviews. Thank you, Fiona, for a great time.

Tamara Thorne and I are nearing the end of our first round of edits on the horror novel, and as soon as we’re done, we’ll be getting back to The Ghosts of Ravencrest, which will be out this October. Till then, here is the latest Ravencrest poster.

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 I saw you in a dream

At the top of the stairs

Your lips were sewn shut

To stifle your prayers

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Your skin looked so tight

And you looked so afraid

You looked so bewildered…

You looked so… betrayed

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In a hot panicked frenzy

Devoid of all grace

You were trying to scream

While you clawed at your face

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As dark scarlet red

Dripped from your lips

 Reaching for answers

With blind fingertips

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And as inert as a painting

I just stood there so still

Thinking murder’s a mercy…

An act of good will

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© Alistair Cross