Thursday, October 6, 2011

Welcome, Cynthia Vespia, to Ramsey's Reviews 2nd Annual Halloween Bash. I am looking forward to reading more about Cynthia and her books. Come on in and sit for a spell and enjoy reading about her latest releases. Thank you, Cynthia for taking the time to be with us today and tomorrow. 
Tell us your latest news. Do you have any current projects your working on?
There have been some exciting changes. The Original Cyn, that's me, will be debuting a plethora of new and newly revised projects. Favorites like The Crescent will be getting a facelift and coming over to Kindle, etc. while new projects will be released within the next few months. Stay tuned to and for all the details.

When and Why did you begin writing?
I started writing around age 8. I used to read a lot and I was fascinated with the worlds that authors created. It was a bit of an escape for me. I got serious about writing in high school when I read Dean Koontz. He quickly became my favorite author and I knew I wanted to have a writing career from that point forward.

You have great taste, I too began reading Dean Koontz at a very young age. Right then I knew I liked thrillers and the paranormal. I guess he is the reason I later took an interest in horror as well, even though Stephen King helped some too. Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
The ideas for my novels come at random. I may be watching TV or reading something and it just pops into my head. I have gotten ideas in yoga class; on a trip to the mountains; and even in the shower. I try to always have a pen and paper nearby.

 What do you think makes a good horror story?
Malicious intent. Seriously, the more cold-hearted the killer is the higher the stakes. But I also believe in the psychological aspect of any type of horror. If they are just slasher stories for no apparent reason that isn't really going to fly. You have to have great pacing too. Hitchcock was a master at the craft. The psychological tales are a lot scarier to me than blood and guts.

What is your favorite scary movie or book?
My first instinct is to say Misery...for both. Again, it is psychological. And as an author it is a scary, scary thought to wind up in that predicament. I'm sure that is why Stephen King wrote it.

What makes you interested in the genre your write?
I write fantasy and contemporary thrillers. It is what I like to read. Fantasy has always fascinated me because it is complete fabrication but at the same time tried-and-true characters and mythological creatures that are well known. Elves, orcs, centaurs, etc. And when an author can come up with their own classification, or language like Tolkien did, that is just brilliance at work. Then on the flip side you have the thrillers which when I write them they are everyday people who wind up in extraordinary circumstances. I refer to them as real life situations you could find yourself in but hope to God you never do. But in writing it is always fun to ask "what if."

When you were a child, what creature or story scared you the most? And did it propel your creative muse to write about it later?
I've never liked ghosts. Sometimes strange things occurred in my home and they were really unexplainable. Now here I am with my thriller Life, Death, and Back that touches on that very subject so I guess, yes it fascinates and alternatively scares me at the same time to think there are spirits still lurking around.

Do you remember ever coming up with anything so wild that you scared yourself, leaving you to wonder where that came  from?
Yes! I'll go back and reread some early stuff I did and think "who wrote that?!" Some of it is very dark and twisted.

Where do you as an author draw the line on gory description and/or erotic content?
It has to fit the story. I never just throw in sex or violence just to sell books. If a novel doesn't call for a particular scene to be overly descriptive then I leave it at that and the reader can fill in the blanks. Sometimes less is more.

Could you share some of your blurbs or exerts with us?
Certainly. Here now is an excerpt from Life, Death, and Back:
The first sojourn from life to death was very much the epitome of birth. Brilliant flashes of light were aglow all around bathing snapshots of memory, minute but hardly trivial.
When the ride stopped and the suspension of disbelief released him, Bryan was curious to find his own corpse stretched out at his feet. It lay on the grassy lawn in front of his office building, twenty feet from where he had initially been walking.
The corpse, his corpse, stared up at him through one wide eye. Sightless now it still echoed the feeling of shock that he had felt the very moment the vehicle had struck him.
Though he wanted to look away from the tragic scene utter terror and confusion gripped him still. Pedestrians and motorists surrounded the accident and sirens wailed in the distance.  He was oblivious to it all.
All Bryan wanted to do was crawl back inside his body, stand up and say, "Hey, look at me, I'm fine. Not a scratch." Then there were strong impulses pulling him into the belief that this was just a nightmare. At any moment he was going to respond with a shudder and a cold sweat but he would wake, frantic at first, until he found himself in bed next to his lovely wife, Holly.
He hadn't bothered to wake her that morning. She was radiantly aglow in her pregnancy as she slept. It was their very first child and they were overjoyed to be experiencing this miracle after only one year of marriage.
Bryan had kissed her on the cheek and gone on his way to the law firm. His place of business was another joyful experience to be able to share with Holly. Bryan was the youngest of his class to seek and sustain a substantial position within a reputable law firm. Of course it helped that his father had owned and maintained the firm since Bryan had been a boy. But now it was his own, inheriting it when his father had passed away just two years after Bryan had graduated from law school.
It was an unusually cloudy day in Stanford, but nevertheless Bryan was in an upbeat mood. Whistling as he crossed the street to his offices he had never even seen the drunk driver's vehicle coming. Perhaps he had not wanted to. As the saying goes he had been looking upon the world with rose-colored glasses up to that point. No harm could befall him, he was indestructible. Throughout life Bryan had truly felt blessed, now it was all gone. In an instant his entire life had been snuffed out. His promising future was no more. All that was left was another casualty in the war of drinking and driving. He was no longer Bryan Adam Caleb outstanding lawyer, loving husband, expectant father, and genuine nice guy. Now he was just another statistic.
But Bryan didn't understand what was happening. If he was dead, why was he still on this Earth? What happened to the other side? So many unanswered questions tore through his mind.
He refused to believe it.
As paramedics encompassed the accident scene Bryan turned and ran. His mind was in frenzy and he just needed to get away, get some space to determine what in the world was going on. 
His pace quickened to the point where he felt as though he had wings and could lift off.  Finally he came to a stop at the end of the block and to his surprise he was not at all fatigued.  His leg muscles did not ache and he was not breathing heavy. In fact, he was not breathing at all.
Still in disbelief he went to check his pulse for some sign that he was still alive. His fingers passed straight through his arm. There was no solidity to his wrist at all. He tried two more times with nothing but the same result.
Bryan looked around frantically for help. With his head on a swivel, something above him caught his eye. Lights gleamed up in the sky like as though a great crystal was wedged between two clouds precariously placed for the sun to shine off it.
He stood awed looking at the magnificent colors waning in every direction. It brought him a smile and a sense of peace. After a moment he even thought he glimpsed his loving father's face high above beckoning him to come forward and join him. 
Bryan began to imagine just how nice it would be to be at his father's side again and to see his mother again in perfect and simple bliss.
The lights shone brighter and began to descend down towards him. Bryan stood stock still as they came closer and closer. The bright glare was such that he had to close his eyes but the pleasant images still remained. He felt his feet lift off the ground and he began to rise up with the jubilation.
Many wondrous memories were encompassing him now. Simple joys he new as a boy, more substantial and rich emotions of love and faith and virtue that he'd experienced as a man.  Those worlds of days long since past were uniting on a grand scale and lifting Bryan up higher and higher into ecstasy the likes of which he had never known before. But with this cataclysm of extraordinary peace came relevance and a fear.
This illuminated structure of memories was a portal allowing him access to the other side.  It was the ever after, bounty and life everlasting would be soon to come. Bryan's time here on Earth had been full but was now over. But he wasn't ready to leave yet.
"No," he stated. His voice was low at first as he still clung to the tranquility of the descending portal and the majesty of what it was. 
He tried hard to shake it off, feeling indifference of a strong nature. Something was wrong. He did not belong here, not now. There was too much left for him to do. He did not want to leave his unborn child fatherless. The Caleb Family Law Practice was on a steady rise; Bryan needed to leave his legacy before he left this Earth.
As his will to stay grew stronger and stronger he shouted "No!" more defiantly than before and this time it broke him away from the suction of the light.  
To find out what happens, order your copy of  Life, Death, and Back right now.

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