James Knipp interviewed me about being a small press publisher. Check it out here:
http://knippknopp.com/2013/12/15/knippknopp-interviewskim-richards-gilchrist-of-damnation-books/
Showing posts with label Damnation Books. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
Monday, October 26, 2009
Inspire Me
Let me introduce today's guest blogger. Meet Lily. Her book, Eden Fell, is available from Damnation Books. Welcome Lily! The floor is yours.I always have the most difficult time giving a short enough answer for where the inspiration for a story came from. Sometimes I'll know and sometimes I don't have a clue. So I always answer with a shrug, everything. Live, death and everything between. Eden Fell is one story where I happen to know where most of it came from: Life.
Back in 1998, my work life was hectic. I was holding down two part-time graphic design jobs and although I was only twenty at the time, I was heading for a burnout. So one night, as I was getting home form work, I decided to first stop by a diner that was located around the corner from my apartment. I so did not feel like cooking that night. When I walked in, I was bleary and exhausted and not paying attention at all.
But I heard the loud gasp as soon as I walked through the door.
“Oh! Is it really you?”
I looked around, checking to see if this middle-aged woman with gray hair styled into sausage curls was talking to me and not someone else. She was talking to me. I scrambled in my mind, trying to come up with an appropriate response as fast as I could. I came up with, “What?”
She frowned, soft and disappointed. “Oh, maybe it's not you.” She looked away and waved a hand as she continued. “You look just like that girl. She was missing for awhile...”
Blink blink.
“Well,” I said carefully, “that's not me.” Backing away now...
“Are you sure?” she called out after me.
“Yeah, um, I'm sure. I'm okay.”
She smiled like a grandmother would, greeting her grandchildren with freshly baked cookies. “Okay, then,” she relented with a slow nod.
Now, I was so tired and oblivious that it wasn't until I got back to my apartment with my hot chicken dinner that I began processing the event. I thought to myself... what the hell was that?!
I still don't have an explanation. It just happened. All kinds of strangers will come right up to me and tell me the darnest things for no... apparent... reason. I take it all in stride for the most part. Though sometimes I will be looking around frantically for the nearest exit.
Later that year, my boyfriend and I were invited to a small birthday party which was taking place a block from that same apartment. I suppose he was behaving like a stereotypical, insecure male, but needless to say, I wasn't impressed with the way he was shamelessly trying to upstage everyone that night. I made up an excuse to leave early. I don't even remember what the excuse was. It was either that or crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.
On our way back to my apartment, I stayed quiet while he rambled arrogantly about what he thought all those people were all about. He went on to say they were fake and pretentious. That's when I piped up. I just had to say something. I couldn't stand it anymore.
“You know what?” I told him. “All those people might be that and more. But I felt really alone tonight and I got no help from you.”
Then it was his turn to be very, very quiet. So glad that relationship ended.
I based certain scenes and characters in Eden Fell on those two incidents. The Ski Jacket Lady and Eden's meltdown after a party. (Shh, don't tell my ex). So when people ask me where my inspiration comes from, I end up giving a short answer and say everything. Life, death and everything between. I never need to look far inspiration. It's life and it's all around us anywhere we go. And that's where my inspiration comes from.
Creatively yours,
Lily
Back in 1998, my work life was hectic. I was holding down two part-time graphic design jobs and although I was only twenty at the time, I was heading for a burnout. So one night, as I was getting home form work, I decided to first stop by a diner that was located around the corner from my apartment. I so did not feel like cooking that night. When I walked in, I was bleary and exhausted and not paying attention at all.
But I heard the loud gasp as soon as I walked through the door.
“Oh! Is it really you?”
I looked around, checking to see if this middle-aged woman with gray hair styled into sausage curls was talking to me and not someone else. She was talking to me. I scrambled in my mind, trying to come up with an appropriate response as fast as I could. I came up with, “What?”
She frowned, soft and disappointed. “Oh, maybe it's not you.” She looked away and waved a hand as she continued. “You look just like that girl. She was missing for awhile...”
Blink blink.
“Well,” I said carefully, “that's not me.” Backing away now...
“Are you sure?” she called out after me.
“Yeah, um, I'm sure. I'm okay.”
She smiled like a grandmother would, greeting her grandchildren with freshly baked cookies. “Okay, then,” she relented with a slow nod.
Now, I was so tired and oblivious that it wasn't until I got back to my apartment with my hot chicken dinner that I began processing the event. I thought to myself... what the hell was that?!
I still don't have an explanation. It just happened. All kinds of strangers will come right up to me and tell me the darnest things for no... apparent... reason. I take it all in stride for the most part. Though sometimes I will be looking around frantically for the nearest exit.
Later that year, my boyfriend and I were invited to a small birthday party which was taking place a block from that same apartment. I suppose he was behaving like a stereotypical, insecure male, but needless to say, I wasn't impressed with the way he was shamelessly trying to upstage everyone that night. I made up an excuse to leave early. I don't even remember what the excuse was. It was either that or crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.
On our way back to my apartment, I stayed quiet while he rambled arrogantly about what he thought all those people were all about. He went on to say they were fake and pretentious. That's when I piped up. I just had to say something. I couldn't stand it anymore.
“You know what?” I told him. “All those people might be that and more. But I felt really alone tonight and I got no help from you.”
Then it was his turn to be very, very quiet. So glad that relationship ended.
I based certain scenes and characters in Eden Fell on those two incidents. The Ski Jacket Lady and Eden's meltdown after a party. (Shh, don't tell my ex). So when people ask me where my inspiration comes from, I end up giving a short answer and say everything. Life, death and everything between. I never need to look far inspiration. It's life and it's all around us anywhere we go. And that's where my inspiration comes from.
Creatively yours,
Lily
Check out Lily's Blog at http://lilyauthor.blogspot.com/
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Zombie Cookbook
Today I’m part of The Zombie Cookbook virtual blog invasion...er…tour. Let me ‘splain.
The Zombie Cookbook is an anthology of stories, poetry, recipes and art with a similar theme: cooking zombies or cooking with zombies. As half of Damnation Books, the publisher of TZC, this anthology was my pet project. It’s been the most fun project I’ve ever done. Naturally I’m proud and embarrassed at the same time. LOL! Embarrassing? Yeah. You try explaining to your mother and your neighbors why you’re excited about a bunch of fictional undead.
As I mentioned, there are recipes inside this anthology. I don’t know that anyone would actually want to consume the dishes. But they’re definitely useful for the zombie in your life. The last story of the anthology contains a zombie drink recipe. Well, in keeping with the theme, I figured I’d give the living among us a couple of drink recipes that you can consume. Here they are:
The Brain
1 1/2 oz peach schnapps
1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1 dash grenadine syrup
Pour peach schnapps into a highball glass. Add Irish cream to the center. It will look more like a brain if you use a pour spout to add the Irish Cream because you can move it around to make brain matter squiggles as you pour. Top with grenadine, and serve. Be sure to use a clear glass for the full effect.
How about a Zombie?
Go to this link for the recipe. The reason I’m sending you there because they also have a video on how to make a flaming zombie. http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink717.html
Check out The Zombie Cookbook’s website at www.zombiecookbook.net You’ll see the rest of the tour stops, story synopses, interviews, a video trailer, and links to the metal band called The Zombie Cookbook. Did I mention these guys wrote the intro to The Zombie Cookbook? They do indeed rock!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Interview at Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine
Things have been SO busy with the April releases from Eternal Press, edits for the paranormal guide, my own writing, and more work for Damnation Books (we now have three editors and several artists on board). It's an exciting time for me.
I'm interviewed in the new issue of Dark Gothic Magazine. It just came out today. http://bloodtouch.webs.com/darkgothicmagazine.htm
Also, my erotica, Paper Chains (by me as Sharie Silva) is now in a print version too. I should have a link up on my Sharie Silva webpage later today. www.shariesilva.com
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
My BIG announcement
My husband and I have opened a new ebook company called Damnation Books. We launch in September 2009 with twenty-five titles and are open for submissions now. You can see the guidelines at http://www.damnationbooks.com/
Damnation books wants dark fiction. Horror, dark fantasy, thrillers, paranormals, science fiction and erotica (in horror, dark fantasy, paranormal and science fiction settings). We want stort stories, novellas and novel length works.
Please check us out. If you're at KillerCon in September, we plan to host a launch party at the convention.
Damnation books wants dark fiction. Horror, dark fantasy, thrillers, paranormals, science fiction and erotica (in horror, dark fantasy, paranormal and science fiction settings). We want stort stories, novellas and novel length works.
Please check us out. If you're at KillerCon in September, we plan to host a launch party at the convention.
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