PDB: What’s going on now?
Making progress on a second novel and wrapping up a story for an anthology due out after New Year’s. It’ll include stories from Craig T. McNeely, Greg Barth, Warren Moore, Bill Baber, and myself. Execution of the project will take place under the sobriquet Snake-Face Hitler and the British Schoolgirls. Yeah, it’s all rooted in the teachings of the Lord.
PDB: How did you research this book?
Life. Innis E. Coxman is my beloved alter-ego. While I bill the book as a work of fiction, some of the stories are rooted in an event somewhere in my history or that of a past associate. Others happened exactly as written. Research was an amalgam of creativity, memories, and grain alcohol.
PDB: Which of your publications are you most proud of?
The one that’s published.
PDB: What’s your favourite film/ book/ song/ television programme?
Can’t nail one down. Impossible to do. I’ll just say that I’ve always loved books, films, and music that lean toward the darker side of our world; art that caters to the masses has never held an attraction for me. Per television? That has become an abysmal medium. I don’t watch it. I couldn’t offer a fair assessment except to say it fuckin’ blows.
At the risk of sounding like a pretentious douche, yes, I do feel that location has a profound effect on the end result. Save for some preferred music in the background, a quiet environment is crucial to one’s creativity, at least to mine.
PDB: How often do you check your Amazon rankings?
Precious damn little. I don’t, actually. I quit when I discovered that How to Talk to Your Cat About Gun Safety is an actual book on this planet and that its sales are probably higher than mine. (Don’t believe me? Look it up. I swear to God it exists.)
PDB: What’s next?
Reading, writing, repeat. I’m trying to build a brand here. My someday-move to The Netherlands isn’t going to pay for itself …
Bio: Born in Louisiana. Raised in Louisiana. Proud to say I’ve left Louisiana. Went through a lot of strife and cocaine and now I’m better. They say. It doesn’t matter. Please buy my shit. Namaste.