Withersin’s Damned Interview with:

 

Kevin Shamel

I write because there are other things I do that make it a necessity.  I like outside and inside equally—and all those words entail.  I like to look under rocks.  When I die, I want diamonds made of my body.  I’d like to die either totally horribly, or absolutely hilariously.  I rarely wear hats, but when I do, I like them to be slightly odd.  Being torn apart by a mountain lion is an ideal death.  I sell t-shirts.  I’ve lived on the top of a mountain in the wilds of Idaho, and on the streets of NYC.  Now I’m much more comfortable.  I live in a house.  But it’s all something to write about.  So that’s what I do.

 

List published works:

I have a story due out in “All Possible Worlds”.  It’s called “Beef”.  And the one you can find at “Withersin”—“Red and Black”.

 

List website:  http://www.shamelesscreations.com

 

How can we contact you?  kevin@shamelesscreations.com

 

 

In your own words, define Withersin.

I don’t know…

 

If you were a sideshow act, what would you be?

The Fortune Teller.

 

What is your greatest non-literary influence?

Mitochondria.

 

Describe your most irrational fear.

People.  Wait—there’s nothing irrational about that…  Having my legs bitten-off by sharks after I’ve been stranded in the ocean where my cruise ship bound for Antarctica sank.  Now that’s an irrational fear.

 

How about your most guilty pleasure?

I love to watch movies where major cities are destroyed by disasters.  There’s nothing better than seeing the Statue of Liberty riding a tsunami into shattering skyscrapers and rolling balls of people-car-debris, or watching Tower Records vanish in a gout of magma as the Hollywood sign catches fire in the background.  That, and eating a pile of chocolate chip cookies smeared with peanut butter.  If I can sit down with a stack of cookies and a jar of peanut butter, and watch disaster movies—I’m THERE.

 

Name the most disturbing nursery rhyme/fairy tale you can recall.

Thumbelina.  Though I can’t really remember the story, so I’m not sure why it disturbs me.  It just does.

 

Do you eat meat?

Yes, that’s why I have meat-eating teeth. 

 

What were the skies like when you were young?

Free of chemtrails.  Crisp, clean, endless.

 

Name your favorite garden tool.

I love those little hand-rake things.  But I’ve never actually used one for gardening.

 

Name your least favorite color, first job and worst job.

Eggshell White.

Grocery bagger.

Cottage cheese shoveler.  (Yes, shoveler.  I haven’t eaten it since.)

 

Favorite:  Author, Movie, Music Group, Song, and Quote.

Author: For the past few years it’s been A.A. Attanasio, but I like a great many authors. 

Movie: Star Wars, SFW, Wild at Heart, The Fountain  the list goes on and on.

Music Group: Right now Regina Spektor has me.

Song: Blue Moon.

Quote: “I think that gay marriage should be between a man and a woman.”  --Arnold Schwarzenegger

 

If you were a loaf of bread what kind would you be?

Wry.  (Oh man, the voices in my head are calling me a dork for that one.)

 

Weirdest news you have read in your local newspaper: 

People still read newspapers?  That’s weird.

 

Why horror?

I like exploring all sides of this polar reality.  I think I’m probably drawn to write about the dark sides of things because I can also see the light in them.  There’s something ancient about horror stories, something more telling than what we choose to see in our day-to-days.  Something more than we can say with other written expressions.

 

Because it’s shocking, and wakes people up to the undersides of things.  Because thinking people read it.  And because I like to scare myself.

 

Here's a photo. (seen on Interview main page)

“INEDIBLE NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN FOOD”

You have 112 words. Go.

Shit.  Some asshole just snapped a pic of that sign on my ass again.  Yeah, it’s really funny, huh?  Ya wanna follow me to the next rest stop and be the next asshole to ask me about it?  Ya wanna ask me what I’m “haulin’”?  Wanna ambush me as I’m zippin’ my fly with your genius guesses about what might be in the tank I’m trailin’?  Jeezus H. Christ on a Frickin’ Crutch.  I’ll tell ya what, if you ask to take my picture next to it, I’m gonna smash that camera of yours, buddy.  I might just smash it into your nose.  Or your pretty girlfriend’s nose.  Yeah.  Snap-happy.  Keep snappin’.

 

 

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