|JCP News • Issue 4 • April 2008
Beautiful, Mysterious and Bizarre: Erotica by Jordan Castillo Price
FOUR AWESOME DECADES
In major, groundbreaking news, I've just turned 40! I know lots of people hate getting older, but the fact is, I've always wanted to be older than whatever my current age is. When I was a young chippy in my early 20's, I realized that people in general never listened to what I had to say because they assumed that, as a young woman with big hair and lots of makeup on, I was a ditz.
Thing is, I don't venture up an opinion unless I know what I'm talking about. So I always hated to be in a group of people where everyone's going, "Gee, we can't figure out how to blah blah blah," and I say, "Looks like you just do this," and everyone keeps on going like I hadn't said anything, then fifteen minutes later some middle-aged man says, "Oh, you do THIS," and he's the star of the day. Yes, that has happened to me regularly, can you tell?
Don't get me started on asking someone a question and they can't be bothered to listen, and then they answer a question that was completely different from the one you just asked.
Jordan on the Web
From Zero Hour
"Louise, what’s the term for the fluid in a mouth?"
"Saliva. Why would you ask about something like that?""No reason." Ernest shielded the top of the portable monitor with his hand and viewed it through the narrow gap between his hand and his chest.
Hooray, it's April! I have no doubt it will continue to snow (we got over 100 inches this year, a record I did not enjoy seeing broken) but at least it has a chance of melting when it hits the ground. And no, I didn't use my snowshoes. Not once. The spirit was willing but the body was cold, and it hovered around 0 degrees Fahrenheit all winter long.
Remember that story I mentioned last month, the one that I thought contained too many horror elements to find a home? I was wrong. Being wrong is good sometimes.
The story was picked up by Changeling Press, and they've asked me to make it a series. In Channeling Morpehus: Payback, a young, pretty-boy vampire hunter collides with a couple of hot vampires in leather. If you're a PsyCop fan, I bring some similar sensibilities and horror elements to the new series, but Channeling Morpheus stories are shorter, and the sex is the focus.
I'm also in the midst of setting up an office for myself. I'm covered in skinned knuckles and paint spatters. Here's hoping that it's all done by the time you're reading this!
Channeling Morpheus : Payback
The hunt is on…
Pretty young men and women like Michael’s best friend, Scary Mary, are disappearing from underground Goth clubs all over Detroit. Michael has been tracking buried newspaper articles and obscure medical reports for over two years, and he’s finally found the source of the problem. But he can’t exactly go to the cops and tell them his friend has been murdered by vampires. It's his duty to start wiping out the scourge, so he’s posing as bait, and he’s got a bag of sharpened hickory stakes to do the job.
Everything should go smoothly, given the amount of preparation that Michael’s put into the hunt. He’s got a practiced repertoire of come-hither looks and a full blister pack of the date rape drug, Rohypnol. But he didn’t count on Wild Bill showing up.
Bold and sexy, Wild Bill’s the type of guy Michael would have liked to date… if he’d ever gotten the chance. Despite his best efforts, it seems there’s nothing Michael can do to shake Bill loose. Looks like they’re in for a wild, wild ride.
This eBook novelette is available 4/25/08 at Changeling Press.
Writing on writing - Crash's Store
When I picture locations in my PsyCop novels and short stories, they're usually places I've been to or seen before. Vic's white-on-white apartment was laid out like the third floor flat I lived in with my mom until I was 11, minus the living room and two bedrooms. His courtyard was from the apartment I had when I was 18, plus a malfunctioning gate. The Fifth precinct is vaguely like the workplace on Dexter.
I was working on a PsyCop short set in Sticks and Stones and I realized that, beyond Crash's vestibule and hallway and shop, I didn't actually have a visual for his apartment, that mysterious space behind the curtain.
I had to sketch it out, and lo and behold, another one of my apartments sprang to mind to fit the bill, though it was rearranged to fit. It was the galley kitchen that did it. I had a galley kitchen that was maybe 6 feet wide. It was easy to cook in, I'll give it that. in a 6 foot wide room with your sink and appliances and countertops all lined up on either side, nothing's more than a reach away. The vinyl flooring was the most distinctive feature of this galley kitchen--lime green and yellow baroque looking flowers. I visited someone once who had the same insane, hideous tile in the vestibule of their apartment building and it was instant rapport--"OMG, I have that tile TOO!"
Zero Hour - Chapter 4
The coffee shop filled with men in white. Each of them had a metal tazer glove on his left hand. In addition to a T-glove that was larger than the others, the leader had a W3 link flashing on his temple.
They were quick, but Will had been quicker. Will had also locked some doors behind him with those old-time keys of his. The old doors couldn’t be opened via W3. They had to be kicked down.
The VR customers blinked and swayed as the security ops ended their sessions by yanking off the helmets. "Where’s the clerk?" demanded a man in white.
The tech and the woman shrugged and said they didn’t know. Ernest did, too. He even made sure to act as dazed as the other customers, even though the caffeine coursing through his veins was urging him to stand up and run.
But why would he? He didn’t even know where to go.
Channeling Morpheus Stories:
Email me at jordan (at) psycop (dot) com
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