So here I am, welcome to the little slice of Mandy on the “interwebs”, well for today anyways.
What are you working on right now?
This blog post. Oh, you don’t mean right RIGHT now… I’m currently working on editing and tightening up a collection of Mandystories. There’s some poetry, a few new short stories, and Yammageddon!!! My novella about a girl and her pet yam.
How does it differ from other works in its genre?
Well the stories come from me, so they probably aren’t at all normal. As for Yammageddon, it’s different because it’s about a yam… Veggies don’t usually get main character roles. I’m also the other main character. I don’t know too many authors who’ve written themselves as the main character. Maybe it’s cause I’m lazy and I didn’t want to have to create characters, or maybe it’s because the novella is loosely based on true events. Either way, it’s fun and I think that’s all that matters.
What experiences have influenced you?
About the writing or everything in general? This question is SUPER vague, but I do have an answer. Everything we experience influences us. Something happens, we form an opinion of that something based on who we are and then we move on in our life experiences. Maybe the person’s changed a little, or not. Either way, we’re moulding ourselves. People are constantly changing. (Hahaha, deep thoughts by Mandy).
Why do you write what you do?
I write the stories that are floating around in my brain. I’m always saying what if… and making up some inane impossible circumstance. I’m a story teller and an entertainer. I love being able to make people feel something with my writing. I don’t care if my writing scares them, causes them cry, makes them hate me or turns the reader on, as long as they feel something.
How does your writing process work?
Not very well. I’m all over the place when I write. Most of my stories get the beginning and the ending, then I just fill in the rest. Even when I’m writing, I write things out of order. Paragraphs are cut and pasted and moved around while I’m writing. My brain works all out of whack, so it makes sense that my writing ends up that way in the beginning. Eventually, I get it all sorted out and worked into something other people will understand. 🙂
What is the hardest part about writing?
Discipline. I’m a procrastinator and the internet makes it far to easy to distract yourself from the task at hand. I have a few jobs, so I use those as excuses at times. I also like to randomly decide to do something around the house. While my house looks nice, I’m not sitting at the desk and it sure as hell doesn’t get the words onto the screen. When I finally do get to it, I write well, but it’s getting past my procrastination that’s my problem. The stories are there, I just need to sit my ass down and write.
What would you like to try as a writer that you haven’t yet?
Finishing a novel. I have one on the go, it’s sitting at 40K. I suppose it’s a zombie novel, kinda-sorta. My goal is to finish that one this year.
Who are the authors you most admire?
All of them. I don’t think I can start to name some without wanting to name everyone. I usually buy a book from everyone I meet. This leads to a giant to-be-read pile, resulting in me needing to buy another duffle bag to get home from the con, however I want to support everyone in their writing endeavours. Also, I love to read so it’s a win-win situation.
Who are new authors to watch out for?
^See above answer.
What scares you?
Failure. Dying Alone. Skunks. Sharks.
Thanks for listening to my morning blog hop rant. 😀 Now I have to tag three people for next week’s instalment of the blog hop which I do not know the name of and have aptly named The Wednesday Horror Writer Blog Hop. So here they are.
Jacob Haddon: Editor of Lamplight Magazine, which is the single best, most influential and all around wonderful thing you have ever seen. Just saying the name can bring you to tears. With out it , you don’t know how the genre. Nay, literature itself can survive… Haha, just kidding.
Honestly, it is a great read, aaaaaaand I have a story (Summer Break) in the first edition (which is free!!!), hence the GIANT commercial for it. 😉
First issue’s free, the other two issues are $2.99. Available in all ebook formats. Grab the free issue of LampLight here.
Thanks for reading.
I’m also the second story in the book AND the first author mentioned in the foreword.
I wrote this for my blog back in 2011, I stumbled across it on FB, reread it and decided it was time to edit, add and repost it for those who may have missed it the first time. It stemmed from an exercise a friend suggested to me, every sentence has to start with “I”.
Here’s my “I Am…”
I don’t remember being born to a young woman who gave me up and a young man who didn’t know I existed. I have no memories from the day I was adopted by the DeGeit’s, but they celebrated every Valentine’s day as the day I became theirs. I knew my adopted parents loved and wanted me. I knew I belonged to them. I was raised in love, understanding, education and discipline. I had a family. I was supposed to have been content. I should have been happy.
I didn’t fit into school. I was weird, I wasn’t really pretty, I was smart. I was the kid they made fun of, the one the other kids teased.
I didn’t make friends well. I tried but I failed. I wasn’t popular and that’s a trait you need in school. I didn’t have what I needed. I just wanted to fit in but I didn’t.
I always had “problems” when I was young. I wasn’t right in the head. I was in counselling from early on. I couldn’t be happy. I tried but failed.
I trudged miserably through school, elementary, intermediate and high…
I hated high school the most.
I still wasn’t popular. I didn’t grow into anything like some did. I got worse.
I was in the school band and library club. I didn’t know of anyone else in the library club. I think I was the only one.
I don’t remember much of high school. I am a perfect example of how we block out the bad.
I was fifteen when I met him, he was 18 and said he loved me.
I believed him.
I thought I needed him.
I dropped out of school at 16.
I moved out and I left my family behind, not for myself but for him…
I know now I was wrong.
I was constantly miserable but too proud to go home.
I thought I was in love.
I still stayed with him and shunned my family.
I shouldn’t have… but you can’t change the past.
I was 16, what the fuck did I know?
I lost my mind. I was hospitalized.
I was labelled with disorders. I was medicated. I have been both uncontrollable and catatonic.
I wasn’t the person you know now, back then. I never thought I would change.
I didn’t think I could live anymore.
I’d hit rockbottom, the scars on my wrist pushed me to leave my hometown.
I had to start new. I knew I had to start fresh. I left my family and all I’ve known… I had no choice.
I walked away from everything I always was, a daughter, a student, a lover and lost soul.
I survived. I forced myself to change. I had to.
I slowly changed. I made it happen, even though the way wasn’t easy.
I could tell you about my move to Ottawa. I could explain how I got a job, moved up in rank and garnered respect and experience. I was a retail manager. I paid off my bills, I bought myself “stuff” and things. I did that.
I could tell you how I worked at a sex store for three years, selling vibrators and renting porn. I really liked that job. I did that.
I could tell you about the photographer, part-time modelling, Bermuda, endless money… and the drugs. I did that.
I could tell you about how I dated a musician and lost everything I’ve owned, but found my love and passion for music. I play the flute and have for a long time but I learned to play better. I risked it all, and lost it all, but I don’t regret anything. I did that.
I could talk about being a gypsy, just doing what makes my heart feel right. I’m still doing that now.
I could talk about how I grew into my looks. I became pretty. I formed an attitude, my attitude. I got louder, unfortunately for those around me. I wanted to be centre of attention, I still do. I became a little more “Mandy”.
I could also tell you how I STILL struggled through all of that, searching to find who I am. I am still doing that.
I want to tell you about how I am still not sure of what I’m supposed to do.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I want to be a writer, so I write.
I want to be famous, so I put myself out there.
I want someone to grow old with… no one wants to die alone.
I still don’t have it all figured out, maybe I never will.
I’m 35 years old and I’m still working on who I am.
I do know one thing: I am Mandy, Stronger, Better, More Me… And Now With 100% More Tattoos.
I’m super happy to have been approached by someone in my area and I am looking forward to participating in upcoming Ottawa Events.
You can find me hanging out at the Ottawa Horror Booth at Ottawa Comicon, Saturday, May 11 2013.
For those looking for an erotic spin on the usual zombie genre, be sure to check out the newly released anthology, “Fifty Shades Of Decay” by Angelic Knight Press.
I’m proud to say it contains my story “Dead Things Don’t Rise”.
“What’s sexy about zombies? 51 authors answered that question with wild, weird, and titillating tales. From love during the apocalypse, to love that goes beyond the grave and back again, to love that well, never dies, you’ll find these pages filled with desires demanding to be fufilled, hungers to be slaked, and lovers who won’t let a little thing like death (or undeath) come between them. Do zombies need sex as much as they need brains? What would you do to bring a lover back from the dead? What if you survived the apocalypse only to find yourself alone and sexually frustrated?
Light some candles, put on some mood music, and cozy up with 50 Shades of Decay. The zombie sexpocalypse has begun… ”
Check it out, trust me.
You can’t go wrong with an interview that starts with: “Hi, my name is Mandy DeGeit and I have a vagina.”
You can find the interview here.
The anthology, due out in March 2013, contains my story “Morning Sickness” as well as 17 other stories from female horror authors.
Here’s where you can find my interview.
(Leave a comment on my interview at LastWritesDMD and you can win prizes!!!)
With the release of the upcoming zombie erotica anthology, 50 Shades of Decay by Angelic Knight Press, Coffintree Hill decided to run short interviews on some of the authors.
Since my story “Dead Things Don’t Rise” will be part of this anthology, I answered a few questions regarding horror and writing.
Back in 2012, David Fairhead asked me to cohost his podcast KettleWhistle Radio with him.
I was all for it, even though I think I sound like a man on radio/podcast, and we ended up recording last week sometime.
David posted the podcast on its usual Monday and I was more than impressed with my first attempt at co-hosting.
Here’s where you can listen to the infamous podcast.
I think it went well and I have to say I would definitely love doing any form of podcast hosting again.
This had made me think about starting my own podcast. I know that I would have more than enough to talk about. 😉