Click. The third apartment and third story in Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast. To be honest, I’ve dragged my feet getting around to talking about the process of writing this story. I’ve hemmed and I’ve hawed and, heck, I’m still doing that now! Filling up the page with words, words, words and shifting them into sentences, all so I can put off, again, talking about this story. Fact is, out of all the tales that comprise Eidolon, this was the one I found the most difficult to write. Not the writing of it, I mean. But the psychological tunnel I needed to crawl through to bring it to life. That was the nightmare. That was what literally kept me awake at night. That’s what would – more than once, more than twice – force me from my chair and out the door to get some fresh air while the story waited, mid-sentence, for my return. Because I simply could not handle what the main character was doing. I couldn’t handle the thinking behind it, I couldn’t handle the cruelty behind it, and I couldn’t, for one second more, be the conduit for this monster to continue telling his story.
A peek at “The Scariest Part” for me of writing Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast.
“Click” was scary because…how can I put this? It was scary because why it was happening was coming from a mindset that could never be mine. The reasoning behind the cruelty, the quiet joy taken in it, the victim’s confusion shifting into realization and then terror, the whole thing turned my stomach. Put a lump in my throat. An insistent thump, thump, thumping in my head. Sent me to bed at night drowning in violent tsunamis of bitter guilt. I actually more than once — more than twice, to be honest — stopped midsentence, stood up and stepped outside just to get away from Apartment 1C.
Read the rest over on Nicholas Kaufman’s fantastic blog.
And Eidolon? Available now from Crystal Lake Publishing
From another review of Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
This is what horror should be, at least, it’s the what I like my horror to be. Not only graphic and lurid, but beautiful, jarring and unnerving as well. Weighing heavy on the mind and spirit. Violently abducting you from your safe place, shattering your comfort zone with a wrench to the skull. Applying a constant pressure on the (constantly constricting) boundaries of what is deemed socially acceptable.
This is my horror. And like a pastor in the church of horror, this is the book that I’ll be preaching to my congregation.
But there’s more! Read it here.
And then check out the book from Crystal Lake Publishing
“Each apartment holds something truly horrifying and disconcerting. Even when fantastical elements are introduced, Winn grounds the story with grim realities. Violent and graphic, the actions and thoughts of each tenant push the boundaries of comfort. There are flourishes of intensely dark content, both physical and psychological, within the pages of this story. It never goes to Edward Lee extremes, but this is classic splatterpunk by way of early Clive Barker and Jack Ketchum with the unhinged way Robert Bloch can get under your skin.
This is truly adult horror.
A voice unlike any other, Eidolon Avenue is a masterclass effort in horror literature.”
After months of writing, months of editing, revising and rewriting, months of marketing and planning, months of hoping and worrying and happiness and fear, Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast is finally officially live.
Go ahead and make my day by picking up your copy here.
But before I go, it’s worth mentioning those who helped make this possible. Because if these folks hadn’t stood by my side, Eidolon would not have been possible.
So, thank you.