A New Fantasy Experience

The Fantastic Blog Hop presents Karen H. Vaughan

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Help me welcome back to the spot of guest blogger and victim in the hot seat, Karen Vaughan!

1 Who is your favorite author and what do you enjoy most about his/her writing?

I have to honestly say Janet Evanovich tops my list. I love the Plum series, as it is quirky and the characters are lovable and the scenarios are interesting and humorous.

Karen new author snap2 What is your favorite book or movie?

I loved WHERE THE HEART IS by Billie Letts- and the movie by the same name.

3 What do you find yourself inspired by the most?

Music and comedy.

4 Do you feel an affinity to any particular period of history? And do you ever use elements of it in your writing?

I love the WWII part of the 40’s, but have not used anything from there yet. It’s a consideration.

5 Have you ever given up on a writing project and why?

I tried a sci-fi thing, and it just wasn’t coming together for me.

6 Out of any of your own creations, do you have a favorite character? Why?

Shelley from DEAD COMIC STANDING, she is strong, gutsy, gorgeous, and funny as hell.

7 What scene, out of any project that you have written, do you like the most?

Oh, shoot I have a tie here. The Kangaroo court scene in OVER HER DEAD BODY or the final chase scene in DAYTONA DEAD, Laura vs. Killer T Ford.

8 Have you ever found yourself, in regular daily activity, thinking like one of your characters?

Yes, what would Laura do while making the bed and searching for prowlers in her closet, shower etc –she’s getting paranoid.

9 I was asked this once, a long time ago, so I will ask you: Why do you want to write?

I found it therapeutic.
At the time I started to write, it was therapeutic—it’s still an escape but also a fun hobby

10 Sum up your current work-in-progress in one sentence/ or one word.

Weird

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Here she gives us a peek into DEAD COMIC STANDING:

Prologue     Present Day 2008

The glass slammed down on the bar.

The barkeep filled the glass and passed it to the dude.

“Good show” the bartender said, nodding to the comic on stage.

“He’s okay, but I’ve seen much better,” the stranger replied.

“You know comedy?”

“I was comedy, years ago.  Then I started my own club, hosted the best up-and-comers.  I guided Carey, and Myers, on their way up.  I was the Simon Cowell of the comedy world. I discovered more new talent than Cowell can shake his finger at.”

“So what happened?”

“I lost it, son.  I lost my faith in humor.  Too many bad things happened to accept that laughter can pull you through the worst. Sometimes it can be a curse.”

The stranger looked up at the comic who was finishing his routine, before turning back to the bartender. “That kid probably does have talent. He could be destined for Last Comic Standing. The problem is I am just too jaded to see it.”

“So what actually made you lose your vision?”

The man took a sip of scotch, and said, “My wife died of cancer—a quick death.  We didn’t see it coming. You’d think that would be enough for a guy to have to deal with…But then 5 years ago, some asshole lost his sense of humor, and all hell broke loose.”

Summer 2003

Chapter 1

Back in the day

An up-and-coming comic was just exiting The Laff Attak.  The comedian usually left through the alley after his sets, usually two per night, 30 minutes per set. Like other wannabes, he worked two clubs per week whilst working part time at an upscale Coffee Emporium.  This guy didn’t want to spend the rest of his career as a part-time Barista /Comic. Oh no, this dude had plans, he was going to be the Robin Williams for the next generation.  Well, skip the ‘Na-noo-Na-noo’ bullshit that Robin had to tout, in his early years.

In the meantime, bills had to be paid and the comic had a wife to support as well.  Debbie worked as an insurance adjuster for a huge HMO management company. She technically supported him and his “hobby”.  At least it was a marginally paying hobby.

The young man walked around the corner down another alley, a supposed short cut on his way home.  He feared nothing, although he would never have let Deb do this, day or night. Her argument was why should he? Did he think he was “Iron man” or something? The young dude lit up another smoke, a filthy habit and Deb hated it. Another reason she thought he might die young.  She just didn’t get the part about a good smoke, after coming off stage. Comics had to be the worst chronic smokers. He had to do it here because once he stepped into the house, no more ciggies. He might as well smoke now ‘cause Deb wouldn’t let him smoke after sex.  Smoking brought him back from the adrenaline high of being ‘on’.  No matter what shit hit you throughout your day, you hit the stage running with a smile, ready to show the crowd the time of their miserable lives.  He stood in the shadows taking a few pulls on the Camel, dropped it and ground it into the asphalt with the other discarded cigarette butts.  Debbie, as much as he loved her, had her phobias. She was convinced that some guy would jump out of the shadows and knife him to death, when, in reality, the worst killers came wrapped in cellophane and cardboard.

The next step he took into the alley was his last. A hand holding a butcher knife came out of nowhere.  If this weren’t the end for real, he would have found a place in his act for the scenario.  He felt the knife blade plunge into his stomach, and he went down on his knees, and then fell onto his back.

“Fuck man, if you want my wallet, just ask.” Dave was gasping for air.

“It’s not about the money, asshole.  I just didn’t know how else to tell you……”

“What?” Dave croaked weakly.

The stranger grabbed the hilt of the knife, and yanked it out of his victims gut.

He looked straight at him and said,

“YOU JUST AIN’T FUNNY!”

Then the killer slit the young man’s throat.

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Author Bio:

Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough, Ontario with her husband Jim and a four legged offspring named Sugar. She is the mom of a 22 year old daughter, four grown stepchildren, and a 2 1/2 year old grandson named Ike. DEAD COMIC STANDING is her second novel. Her first novel, DEAD ON ARRIVAL, garnered praise from friends, family and online gamers. She also enjoys doing crafts and other hobbies. OVER HER DEAD BODY is her second book, following DEAD ON ARRIVAL. DAYTONA DEAD is the third in that series, which is soon to be released.

You can find out more about Karen and her deadly series here:

www.karenwritesmurder.wordpress.com

www.karenvaughanbooks.com

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1378692.Karen_Vaughan

http://www.twitter.com/karenvwrites

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Karen-H-Vaughan/432730506846324

Also, https://www.facebook.com/pages/Daytona-dead/328844060555511

See more from her on:

Dellani Oakes: http://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/ http://writersanctuary.blogspot.com/

Juli Morgan: www.julipagemorgan.com

www.julipagemorgan.com/blog

Kristen Duvall: http://www.kristenduvall.com/

Rachel Rueben: http://www.rachelrueben.com

Crimson Kildare:  http://thrutheglass.net/

Karina Gioertz:  http://friedgatortail.wordpress.com/

S. A. Hussey:  http://sahussey1.wordpress.com/

Please go support their hard work and beautiful blog pages!

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3 responses

  1. thanks Ruth that was great

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    August 20, 2013 at 9:39 am

    • It was great having you here, Karen! Anytime, you Mistress of Mystery. 🙂

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      August 21, 2013 at 5:09 pm

  2. Pingback: We’re Just Getting Started! Fantastic Blog Hop Tour | Dellani Oakes

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