Monday, November 4, 2013

Joe E Legend visits Penny's Tales

1.  Tell us all about yourselves and what makes you tick and what do you like doing when you aren’t writing!

Mostly just spending time with my children. I have 5 year old twins and they're my best friends in the world. 

2.  Tell us about your family – married? Kids? Where you live!

Married since Sept 6th and 7th, 2001. Living in Hannover, Germany with her and  of course, my kids.

3.  If you could travel anywhere in or out of this world, where would it be?
I've been to 44 countries so list of "want to go there" is getting pretty small. But I would like to see Hawaii and Egypt.

4.  What is your favorite all time movie?
Too many to name. I'm a huge movie buff (I own roughly 1,400 DVD's and watch a ton online as well) but in and around the top of the list are: 
Fight Club
Star Wars (all 6 films)
Batman (most of the films) 
Rocky (all 6 films) 
Cinderella Man 

5.   What about weekly TV show? Why?

I'm a sucker for the Simpsons. Also Family Guy, South Park, Big Bang Theory, Go On and Californication. I like interesting writing and say what you will about cartoons, but there are some interesting ideas there.

6.   What is the most scared you have ever been? 
When my sons were born and I was told Connor was undersized, Maverick had breathing issues and they would be in intensive care for a while. They're all in perfect health now but that terrified me.
7.   If you could have any fantasy, what would it be? 
At 44 years of age, probably to have all the superpowers of my kids favorite heroes. 
At 20 years old, probably Megan Fox.

8.   Now, Tell us about your book? 
I think my co-author would be a much better person to ask. She KNOWS this story and these characters much better than I do. I consider myself a small contribution to her greater project and wouldn't want to do the subject matter an injustice.

9.   Where did you come up with the idea for your story?

Once again, Kristal was the driving force behind it. I merely offered my 2 cents.
10. What is your favorite thing about writing?
Total control of a universe I create. Being a control freak, seeing an end game and taking the characters on a convoluted journey and still making the finish line is appealing to me.
11. What is your biggest pet peeve about writing?
Getting the time to write. Between the wrestling career, the acting jobs I have and being as close to my kids as I am, free time is surprisingly (and somewhat ironically) dear.

12. Do you have a favorite author?
Chuck Palahnuk

13. Where can people find you? (give all your links)

On FaceBook I have my account under my real name (Joe E Hitchen) as well as my authors account and my wrestling accounts under my professional name (Joe E Legend) and I seem to have a ton of fan accounts from people in Germany, Turkey, France (etc.)

Most important – where can we buy your story?

Amazon, Smashwords, Solstice Publishing bookstore.

The sudden movement of her burying into the thick duvets, pillows and sheets made pain explode through the front of her head.  Pain lashed out at the backs of her eyes making tears form just behind her eyelids, they threatened to spill over.  The heat of her tears clashed against the cool air of the room, leaving her eyes protesting against it. The hot burn of them was enough to send her cold hands flying to them, in desperate hope of cooling them. 

            The room started to spin and aches started to take over the rest of her body. Like a marching of soldiers, with a steady, determined pace. The aches came in a series of waves making her feel dizzy and sick. Almost as if she found herself in the grips of the rough, wild and explosive Irish Sea. With its venom for ships and those who tried to conquer it on a daily basis. She felt like death and it wasn't a feeling she'd ever been to use to.  It wasn’t a feeling she wanted to get use to or ever have to deal with again.
            She barely ever drank; she was more use to being on ‘drunk patrol’ rather being drunk herself.  Without opening her eyes, she knew she faced down a killer of a hangover.  She knew this wasn't going to be easily fixed by a simple aspirin and fry up.  She searched blindly for shades and hoped none of her clients were going to be too loud today.
            Her hand searched the bedside table and she found nothing. She tried to remember where she left them and felt sure they'd been there. She wasn't going to open her eyes to see where they were. She wanted to stay in the darkness as long as possible.
            “Aww.” She groaned and she replaced her head deeper into the embrace of her nest of pillows hoping relief might come out of more sleep. It offered her a welcoming embrace at the edges of her mind.  She hoped it might take her over soon as another wave of sickness finished beating at her. 
            She'd never felt this sick on boats crossing some of the worst oceans or in planes which felt like they might fall out of the sky.
            “How's the hang over?”  Came a voice which caused her head to jerk up and brought her eyes shooting open into the bright morning light of her hotel room.  A series of chain reactions shot off around her body like a pin ball in a pin ball machine.  Its reactions caused her to struggle to not whimper aloud against the pain that flooded her.  She instantly regretted her sudden movements.
            The entire room spun around her, her head screamed at her to lay it back down on the safety of the pillow.  She felt last night’s aftermath of alcohol race up her throat into her mouth and she forced herself to swallowed back.   The burn of it made her to cough against its alien presence within her throat.  Her body shivered against the sudden cooler air it met. It made the hangover punish her even more with its tight grip.
            Her mind got stuck on something far scarier.  She registered her client standing there in front of her.  Her mind became distracted by the sight of him there to take in the pain lashing at the back of her eyes. More pain whipped itself up some frosting, in the tender spot in her forehead. Her eyes feel like there were about to pop out of her sockets. 
            When the pain eased a bit more she focused on the man standing in front of her. She hoped it wasn't her client, but one of the other agents who might have put her to bed, after getting herself wrecked at the party. Instead when her fuzzy eyes focused she saw her worst nightmare.  Her client standing right in front of her, butt-naked and dripping wet.



1 comment:

  1. I think I have seen you wrestle! Congratulations on this 2nd career