Hello, and welcome to an all new series of author
interviews. The long anticipated
anthology "We Were Heroes" will be coming out in 2016, and in
preparation for this release we'll be running interviews of various contributors.
MTI: Today I'm
interviewing T. Mike McCurley, who contributed two stories to this
anthology: Everything Breaks
Down—Even the Jackhammer, and Forgotten But Not Gone. Thank you for being here.
TMM:
Thanks for having me. It’s an honor. And hey -- I brought cookies!
MTI: Excellent. Starting off, could you tell our readers a
little bit about yourself?
TMM:
Well, I’m a Cancer, and I like long walks on… Oh, wait. My bad. You
meant writer-wise! I’ve been scribbling little bits here and there for nigh on
to forty years now. I enjoy telling stories, and
writing them gives me the freedom to do so on a grander scale. I mean, trust me
– it ain’t like you want me knocking on your door and saying, “Hi! Can I tell
you a story?” Years ago, I started submitting a few short stories for
publication online, and the following that developed from them represent quite
a few more doors I don’t end up knocking on.
I’m part of the Pen and Cape Society , an affiliated group of authors who as one part of their
writing or another, put superhero prose on the shelf (even if those shelves are
sometimes only digital). We’ve got some very talented folks in there, and I’m
proud to be a part of the group. By the way, we don’t knock on doors either,
but come check us out some time!
On the personal side, I enjoy the
far-too-little time I get to spend with my wife and daughter, and I’m looking
at ways to add to that time. I dig old roleplaying games, and have a whole mess
of them on my shelves. Camping, hunting, and hanging out with friends should
probably be thrown on that list as well. I am proudly eclectic. Oh, and bad
jokes. Can’t forget that. I love bad jokes.
MTI: Now, getting
down to business; what first compelled you to weave fiction, and what's your
favorite type of story to write?
TMM:
Probably my first fictions were those intended to keep me out of trouble
(sorry, mom!) and, having two older brothers meant I had to be good at it. Even
in my early school years I used to write “stories” in my notebooks. They might
not amount to much now, and in fact the few I can recall are the kind of things
that --were I to find them today -- I would set on fire and dance around as
they burned. Those stories, though, taught me things that I would need to know
to grow as an author. Sentence structure, basic plotting, cliffhangers,
characterization, and a whole mess of other things all came from tales that had
minimal actual story to them. In high
school I also did a lot of RPG fan fiction (although I don’t think anyone
called it ‘fan fiction’ back then) based on characters in the games we were
playing at the time.
My favorite type of story to write is
the kind that comes out fun to read. I can write drudgery, but what would be
the point? If I don’t like it, at least a little bit, I’m sure as hell not going
to subject anyone else to it: “Hey, Bob! I wrote this story and it sucks. Read
it anyway!”
As far as genres go, I do love to
throw some super-folks on paper. The abilities that put them in a position
separate from others means they have to work harder to maintain their own
humanity (or, failing that, they can happily discard it and dance among the
ruins). It can make for some very interesting internal dialogue between the positive
and negative aspects of a character. Plus, let’s be honest: It’s fun! Writing
about folks who can knock down buildings opens up a whole new world of
possibilities. Unfortunately, it also adds exponentially to your potential plot
holes. “Why didn’t The Catalyst turn himself into salt to stop the Were-Slug?”
(Note to readers: If you are indeed The Catalyst, I would like to apologize for
outing your mistake like this. Next time, dude. You’ll get that slug next
time.)
MTI: Tell me, if you
had to pick just one author who has influenced or inspired you, who would it
be?
TMM:
It’s kind of a cheat, because several authors have written under the
umbrella of the original name, but Don Pendleton got me into more serious writing.
I had a friend in grade school chuck a copy of one of the Executioner series into my lap and tell me I would enjoy it. I
really bit into the action of the series, and before I knew it, I was reading
as many of them as I could get my grubby little mitts on. I still love action
sequences, and many of my stories are based around them. I’ll envision some
scene in my head, and suddenly I see how it can play out on a larger stage.
Pretty soon I’m running with it, and building the events that led up to the
scene comes later. Kind of like I did as a kid: Let the events unfold and then
decide how I’m going to explain them.
MTI: Your two stories,
appear in We Were Heroes, an anthology devoted to the theme of aging, retired,
or out of their element superheroes and villains. Tell us a little bit about your contributions
to this collection.
TMM:
Well, Everything Breaks – Even the
Jackhammer is about a man who was present at a tragedy that completely
changed the way he sees himself and everything around him. He has retired from
the life of heroics, but puts on the suit one last time for an interview about
the events of that horrible day. It’s a story of forgiveness and self-loathing
that shows how easily some people can come to terms with outside events but not
those that plague us from within.
Then there’s Forgotten but Not Gone. I was trying to imagine what would happen
to a man with earth-shattering powers who suddenly had them stripped away. What
kind of person might they become? What bits of their morality might change, and
what parts would remain?
MTI: Who's your
favorite superhero (or villain)?
TMM:
Oh, man… This is gonna take a while. Let me consult a mile-long list.
I’ve been a fan of Deadpool for many a year now, and I suppose he plays both
sides of the hero/villain fence quite well. I admire the tack the writers have
taken with the character through the years. He just does what he wants to, and
when read it really feels like he’s
driving the story – kind of writing it for himself, as opposed to being written
by others. That’s a testament to the talents of the fine folks who put pen to
paper to make him come alive. Yes, I am looking forward to the film, for those
of you who might be wondering.
MTI: If you,
yourself, could have any superpower, what would it be?
TMM:
I always think I’ve figured this one out, and then the next time I think
about it, my answers always change. Currently, I think I’d go with the kind of
photographic reflexes that Marvel’s ‘Taskmaster’ has. The ability to watch
someone do something and then be able to do it yourself has an appeal on many
levels. Then again, tomorrow I’ll probably be back to something else – probably
something that would up the fun quotient by a few powers of ten. I hate to say
it, but I’d be a terrible super-being. I’d find some kind of entertaining way I
could use my powers rather than the whole ‘great responsibility’ route. If I
suddenly gain the ability to fly, I’m getting a glow-in-the dark suit shaped
like a flying saucer. Sorry in advance, folks, but I’m a horrible joker. And of
course now, the first time someone sees a UFO, they’re gonna be on the horn
asking me if I learned how to fly…
MTI: Shifting back to
your writing, can you tell us a little about what you're working on right now?
TMM:
I’ve got a few irons in the fire at the moment. I’m working on the
fourth book in my Firedrake series, Inquisition,
and if Drake thinks he’s had problems before, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet! This
is the start of a darker arc for the whole series. Even for a seven-foot
dragon, life is about to get very interesting. A lot of characters from the
previous books and several new ones will make appearances, and things will
change for the metahuman community on a national, soon to be global scale. Oh,
yeah, and spoiler alert: Drake will probably make fun of someone and then hit
them a lot. I know, I know. No one expected that. Seriously, though, it’s
looking like a lot of fun as the villain known as Inquisitor makes himself
known publicly.
My short stories about the cursed
gunfighter Jericho Sims are building in number and size. I ran four short tales
up last month as part of National Novel Writing Month, and as they get past the
editing stage, they’ll be dropped into the mix. Jericho is discovering that the world around him is infinitely
stranger than he had ever imagined. Chock full of paranormal, otherworldly, and
downright weird subject matter, Jericho will have his hands full dealing with
things that go bump in the night…and day…and pretty much any time they want to.
On my website, I’m dropping free
short stories in a setting I’m calling Z262 – a colony of miners and farmers working
to extract the riches of a new planet. The characters of Z262 are
anthropomorphic animals caught in the midst of a war. Some of them are fighting
back against the rodents who seek to destroy them, while others simply want to
be left alone. Slice-of-life vignettes show up whenever I throw them out there.
It’s a fun project, and I’m doing it strictly for the entertainment value.
I’ve got a few short tales out for
submission at the moment as well, and I’ve got high hopes for a multi-part
story I’ve built up around an assassination and robbery. It actually tells the
story from the point of view of several different involved parties, and would
be a serial format thing.
MTI: Other than these
fantastic tales appearing in We Were Heroes, do you have any other stories
being published in the near future?
TMM:
The next ones on the block are the Jericho Sims tales I mentioned above.
I have one in beta phase now, and the others in various stages of editing on
the first drafts. All of them will be self-published so I can get them to the
folks that have been waiting.
MTI: On a lighter
note, have you watched any good tv lately?
TMM:
Oh, man, thank you for asking this one! I am seriously, deeply digging
on the new Ash vs Evil Dead series. I
saw all three of the original Evil Dead films in the theater way (yeah, I mean
WAY) back when. Bruce Campbell is one of those actors I can sit and watch for
hours, so it’s an absolute pleasure to see him getting to let loose and be Ash
again. If you’re reading this, Bruce, thanks again for everything through the
years!
MTI: How about music?
TMM:
Yes, please! I love music. My writing playlists have everything from
Bagpipes to Body Count, Slayer to David Bowie. Country, instrumental,
orchestral, opera, death metal, old school punk, hardcore, glam, thrash…it’s
all there. I’m experimenting with different tempos based on what type of scene
I’m working on, but right now I just plug in the headphones, switch on a block
of tunes, and type. As far as favorites go? Blue Oyster Cult. I’ve been
listening to them since the late ‘70’s. I’ve had them on vinyl, 8-track,
cassette, CD, and now digital. Probably no other band that I’ve held onto for
as long. Their songs are generally stories in their own right.
MTI: What was the
last movie you watched, and what did you think of it?
TMM:
It was either The Professional
or Heavy Metal. I remember them both
from a while back, and I probably had them running on the same day. They’re
both in my top ten list and I watch them frequently. They each have meaning for
me beyond their simple entertainment value, but from a moviegoer’s standpoint,
they’re great flicks. The Professional
is full of beautifully-executed cinematic violence and some very interesting
characters. Heavy Metal is one of
those films that tells stories within stories within stories. It’s one I’ll
always turn to if it’s on, written (and voiced) by some greats. I don’t watch
movies (or TV) the way I used to. I’ve reverted back to reading more, and I’m a
slow reader. Now the last one I saw in a theater was The Avengers: Age of Ultron. It was a lot of fun. Flashy where it
should be and dark where it needed to be. I know there are purists out there
screaming at me right now about the way things unfolded in there, but I have
been trying to approach these new films with a more open mind, as if I had no
previous knowledge of the subject matter. I had to after a few of the past
ones.
MTI: Readers love
samples. Do you happen to have a story
excerpt you'd like to share with us today?
TMM:
Sure! I can share a bit from an upcoming Jericho Sims story:
Murphy
reached up to grab the hand. A second later, he had jerked the man forward and
down. Powerful hands encircled Albert's head and tilted it aside. A mouth
filled with long, needle-like teeth gaped open to an extent that Jericho would
have said was impossible, were he not watching it with his own eyes. The mouth
wrapped around Albert's neck and the ranch hand shrieked as the sharp teeth
ripped into his flesh. A liquid gurgling sound came from Albert, accompanied by
a steady slurping, sucking noise from Murphy.
Colleen
screamed as her terror suddenly overcame the shock that had held her still from
the moment she saw her father attack his employee. Jericho swore and palmed his
revolver as Murphy looked up.
The
cattle baron was improving while they watched. His eyes were open and staring
now, and he wiped away blood with the back of a hand to clear the vision in the
left one. He smacked his lips around teeth that were normal once more. When he
stood, the limp body of Albert fell to the floor. A piece of the ranch hand's
neck the size of a man's fist was simply gone. There was no blood around the
wound, and no fresh was pumping out.
"You
return to my home, Mister Sims? Meddlesome does not begin to describe
you," Murphy said. He slicked back his messy hair, ignoring the fact that
he was smearing blood through it. His teeth ground as he looked at Jericho. He
shook his head. "Like a bad penny, you turn up where you are not
wanted."
"Me?
You're the one that just ate that
hard case," Jericho said. "You couldn't just give him his walking
papers?"
Murphy
chuckled. "He knew the risks. Like all my servants, he was willing to die
for me."
Jericho
glanced at the cooling body that lay sprawled in the foyer. "Well, I
reckon we gotta take your word for that, then. Ain't like we can ask him."
"I
cannot allow my secret to be revealed," he said. "If it is any
consolation, Mister Sims, I'm going to kill you as well."
"Nope.
Don't make it any better," Jericho said.
"Well,
I thought perhaps -"
"How
is that supposed to console anyone?
Telling them you're going to kill them? Like saying that's gonna make them feel
better about what you're gonna do?"
Before
Murphy could respond, the Colt in Jericho's hand erupted in thunder and flame.
His left hand fanned the hammer through an entire cylinder, all five rounds
slamming into the chest of the vampire from less than ten feet. Murphy looked
stunned as the world seemed to fall away, and he slumped to the floor in a
heap.
"You
see?" Jericho asked no one in particular. "I didn't tell you that was
coming. So much more effective that way."
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TMM: Martin, thank you again for
having me. It’s been a real pleasure, and I look forward to reading all the
stories in We Were Heroes.