Joel M. Andre is an author who tends to raise eyebrows. From his take on the death of Santa Claus in A Death at the North Pole to the thought provoking The Black Chronicles: Cry of the Fallen, he takes the world of Horror, and gives it a fresh spin.
Mr. Andre was born January 13, 1981 in Cottonwood, AZ and currently resides in Chandler, AZ. His books sound fascinating and I, for one, cannot wait to get my hands on a few and delve into the fanatical mind of this author!
Please tell us a bit about your book: The Black Chronicles: Cry of the Fallen — characters, plot, etc.
This is a series that has been in my mind since 1998. Each time I approached it, there was some reason I couldn’t finish it. Everything just fell into place this time. I really am pleased with this tale.
There are elements of my twisted humor, horror, and a nod to a few people. When I write, I put pieces of me into each story. That way, a part of my life is in my written text.
In this tale, we have Lauren Bruni, before she even made it the North Pole. She is investigating her first supernatural case, and encounters some interesting folks along the way.
She attempts to hold her own against a killer who is focused on his image. The attacks are aggressive, and unlike anything I’ve done in previous books. The best scene takes place in the morgue….where a strange tea party takes place.
If you could meet, in person, any of your characters, who would it be and why?
Lauren Bruni would seem like the answer most people would expect. But I adore Drew the most. He is very simple minded and has the biggest heart.
If you could fictionalize yourself and put yourself in any situation, how would it play out? Could you give us a scene/scenario of such an occurrence?
I would do an investigation with Lauren Bruni. One with a Sweeney Todd feeling!
“Something isn’t right with that meat,” I whispered under my breath. “I gave it a good whiff when one of my buddies was getting ready to barbeque. It smelled familiar, but not like regular meat.”
“What do you mean?” Lauren asked.
“You’ve smelt burnt human flesh right?” I replied.
Lauren raised an eye cautiously. “What do you mean?”
“I mean there is a smell that is different from any other smell you can encounter. It is acidic and bitter and no other dead animal smells like it,” I pressed on.
“Why did you bring me here if you think it’s human flesh?” Lauren whispered back. “We can’t buy it and use it against the owners. We need a warrant.”
“No, we don’t,” I smiled. “Because we are going to do a little investigation that doesn’t need a warrant at the moment, but in a few hours we just might.”
“But how can we be certain that there is anything wrong with this place? I mean it is just a regular meat shop,” Lauren responded.
“Numerous complaints have come in about the meat being served. While a number of people have come to love it, others have reported a strange taste to the meat. Some have even claimed to have found parts in it.”
“Then why aren’t we looking at parts?” Lauren replied. “If that is the case, we should start there.”
I shook my head. “At the moment, no one has sent us anything we can use.”
“So we are up against an Urban Legend?” Lauren asked.
“Why would you say that?” I replied. “Every legend has to start from something happening right?”
“I suppose so.”
The doors opened and we walked up to the counter. Behind it, a little old woman looked back at us. Her pale skin grew a shade whiter. She looked around nervously and then spoke up.
“You order meat, or you get the Hell out!” She snapped. “We’re running a business here. A legit one.”
“Guilty much?” Lauren asked and slid to the counter. “I want a pound of your ground meat.”
The old woman eyed Lauren and began to collect the requested meat. I watched closely as well, waiting to see what the old woman might do.
“This one is on the house,” she spoke cautiously. “But no more freebies for you! Next time you pay!”
Lauren nodded and smiled. “Next time we see each other, someone will most certainly pay.”
Do you have any particular habits that you do while writing? Places you write the best, foods, drinks, etc that help set your “writing mood”?
I have to work in a dark room, no light. I’ll drink my decaf, and then begin working on my book. In the past, I used to drink whiskey….but that doesn’t happen anymore. I haven’t touched the stuff since 2009.
What are you reading right now?
Bones to Ashes by Kathy Reichs
Who are some of your favorite authors and/or books?
I love Poe, King, and Rice.
Lately, I have been reading J.A. Jance. She has a series that takes place in my neck of the woods. Sedona, AZ.
If you could meet any author, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
I want to meet Poe. He had a brilliant mind.
Okay, here are a few “get to know you better” questions:
Please share with us a favorite memory.
My favorite memory is a Christmas when I was about 6. Before life made all of us grow up.
Please describe a perfect meal — including menu and those present.
A perfect meal?
Chicken Fried Steak, but lightly breaded. Along with it, a nice salad, mashed potatoes with gravy, and some mac and cheese. I love to eat unhealthy, I admit it. But I’ve been on a diet for a few months.
Who would be at the meal? That’s a loaded question. So, I will answer it delicately. Everyone I love would be there.
What are some of your favorite ways to relax?
When I am not working, I like to watch movies. I am a hermit in most respects, and don’t like leaving the house.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
Maine! The area is so beautiful!
If you could only read books by one author, who would it be? *I know, this is an inconceivable thought, lol
Anne Rice. She has a brilliant way of telling tales.
Share with us a few of your dreams. Also whether they have been fulfilled or are still a work in progress.
Dreams are meant to be cherished in your soul. If you share them with the world, they might never come true.
What are some of your guilty pleasures?
Reading….checkout stand magazines. There, I admit it. We should find me professional help over this one.
If you could leave the world with one piece of advice, what would it be?
It takes more energy and effort to hate someone than it does to love them.Powered by Sidelines