Heather Graham's Blog

Dear ReaderFade to Black is about to hit the stands—physical and digital stands! It’s a book I loved working on—one that started out at a comic con.
I love cons. The first picture is of amazing actor Doug Jones and myself at a comic con in New Orleans. He was promoting a movie while I was at a wonderful booth with Sue Quiroz, once long-time assistant to Anne Rice and creator of some of the most amazing vampire balls ever!I consider myself incredibly privileged to know Doug (and, of course, Susie!)—anyone who does know Doug knows that as well as being an incredible actor, he’s just about the nicest man in the world. If you don’t know him by name, he’s the creature in the Best Picture Award winner, The Shape of Water. He has also appeared as a zillion beings—including himself—in a zillion movies. I personally fell in love with him when he played Billie Bones in Hocus Pocus.
So, back to comic cons in general! Actors go for many reasons—they’re touting a new movie, they have friends going, or they, like all of us, need to make ends meet!
There are, of course, comic cons all around the country now. And, more cons, along the same line, and incredibly fascinating. Monsterpalooza! Son of Monsterpalooza! Fantastic cons where fabricators and artists of all kinds show their movie wares. Vampires, werewolves, aliens, oh, my! Of course, daughter Chynna Skye is living and working out in L.A. and often models for cons.
Another reason for me to head out!And, of course, for all of us, such cons are places to let our minds run wild!Superheroes, movie creatures, wondrous things . . . 
But, what happens when a monster proves to be real—a very human killer beneath the mask of an imaginary monstrous being?
Sometimes, monsters can be real.But . . .
As I write this, I’m home, though—using all the wonderful things I’ve seen and done at cons to keep the imagination going. Staying close to work out with a new wonder—River Rose Hunton, born May 15th. Daughter Bryee-Annon and baby doing fine—dad Joey moving like a bat out of hell to keep up with work, home, and all!
River will probably wind up at a con soon enough. Our family loves them! Youngest Chynna attended her first—a booklover’s event—when she was six months old. They can be informative, they can send the imagination soaring—and they can just be so much fun!           I hope, if you read Fade to Black, that you enjoy it.
            And that, hm, somewhere, sometime, we bump into one another at a con!Thanks so much,

Heather GrahamFor information on Writers for New Orleans go to www.theoriginalheathergraham.comSign up for the monthly contest to win a new Krewe of Hunters book.
If your interested I'm also on Facebook and Twitter.Heather GrahamNew York Times Bestselling Author

Dear ReaderFade to Black is about to hit the stands���physical and digital stands! It���s a book I loved working on���one that started out at a comic con.
I love cons. The first picture is of amazing actor Doug Jones and myself at a comic con in New Orleans. He was promoting a movie while I was at a wonderful booth with Sue Quiroz, once long-time assistant to Anne Rice and creator of some of the most amazing vampire balls ever!I consider myself incredibly privileged to know Doug (and, of course, Susie!)���anyone who does know Doug knows that as well as being an incredible actor, he���s just about the nicest man in the world. If you don���t know him by name, he���s the creature in the Best Picture Award winner, The Shape of Water. He has also appeared as a zillion beings���including himself���in a zillion movies. I personally fell in love with him when he played Billie Bones in Hocus Pocus.
So, back to comic cons in general! Actors go for many reasons���they���re touting a new movie, they have friends going, or they, like all of us, need to make ends meet!
There are, of course, comic cons all around the country now. And, more cons, along the same line, and incredibly fascinating. Monsterpalooza! Son of Monsterpalooza! Fantastic cons where fabricators and artists of all kinds show their movie wares. Vampires, werewolves, aliens, oh, my! Of course, daughter Chynna Skye is living and working out in L.A. and often models for cons.
Another reason for me to head out!And, of course, for all of us, such cons are places to let our minds run wild!Superheroes, movie creatures, wondrous things . . . 
But, what happens when a monster proves to be real���a very human killer beneath the mask of an imaginary monstrous being?
Sometimes, monsters can be real.But . . .
As I write this, I���m home, though���using all the wonderful things I���ve seen and done at cons to keep the imagination going. Staying close to work out with a new wonder���River Rose Hunton, born May 15th. Daughter Bryee-Annon and baby doing fine���dad Joey moving like a bat out of hell to keep up with work, home, and all!
River will probably wind up at a con soon enough. Our family loves them! Youngest Chynna attended her first���a booklover���s event���when she was six months old. They can be informative, they can send the imagination soaring���and they can just be so much fun!           I hope, if you read Fade to Black, that you enjoy it.
            And that, hm, somewhere, sometime, we bump into one another at a con!Thanks so much,

Heather GrahamFor information on Writers for New Orleans go to www.theoriginalheathergraham.comSign up for the monthly contest to win a new Krewe of Hunters book.
If your interested I'm also on Facebook and Twitter.Heather GrahamNew York Times Bestselling Author���

Dear ReaderFade to Black is about to hit the stands—physical and digital stands! It’s a book I loved working on—one that started out at a comic con.
I love cons. The first picture is of amazing actor Doug Jones and myself at a comic con in New Orleans. He was promoting a movie while I was at a wonderful booth with Sue Quiroz, once long-time assistant to Anne Rice and creator of some of the most amazing vampire balls ever!I consider myself incredibly privileged to know Doug (and, of course, Susie!)—anyone who does know Doug knows that as well as being an incredible actor, he’s just about the nicest man in the world. If you don’t know him by name, he’s the creature in the Best Picture Award winner, The Shape of Water. He has also appeared as a zillion beings—including himself—in a zillion movies. I personally fell in love with him when he played Billie Bones in Hocus Pocus.
So, back to comic cons in general! Actors go for many reasons—they’re touting a new movie, they have friends going, or they, like all of us, need to make ends meet!
There are, of course, comic cons all around the country now. And, more cons, along the same line, and incredibly fascinating. Monsterpalooza! Son of Monsterpalooza! Fantastic cons where fabricators and artists of all kinds show their movie wares. Vampires, werewolves, aliens, oh, my! Of course, daughter Chynna Skye is living and working out in L.A. and often models for cons.
Another reason for me to head out!And, of course, for all of us, such cons are places to let our minds run wild!Superheroes, movie creatures, wondrous things . . . 
But, what happens when a monster proves to be real—a very human killer beneath the mask of an imaginary monstrous being?
Sometimes, monsters can be real.But . . .
As I write this, I’m home, though—using all the wonderful things I’ve seen and done at cons to keep the imagination going. Staying close to work out with a new wonder—River Rose Hunton, born May 15th. Daughter Bryee-Annon and baby doing fine—dad Joey moving like a bat out of hell to keep up with work, home, and all!
River will probably wind up at a con soon enough. Our family loves them! Youngest Chynna attended her first—a booklover’s event—when she was six months old. They can be informative, they can send the imagination soaring—and they can just be so much fun!           I hope, if you read Fade to Black, that you enjoy it.
            And that, hm, somewhere, sometime, we bump into one another at a con!Thanks so much,

Heather GrahamFor information on Writers for New Orleans go to www.theoriginalheathergraham.comSign up for the monthly contest to win a new Krewe of Hunters book.
If your interested I'm also on Facebook and Twitter.Heather GrahamNew York Times Bestselling Author

     Heather GrahamKrewe of Hunters: Dying Breath,  Dark Rites and Wicked Deeds Visit My WebsiteDear Reader,                

       Massachusetts has a special place in my heart.         And, this summer, my Krewe of Hunters series features Massachusetts in Dying Breath and Dark Rites. (Dying Breath is out—Dark Rites is available July 30th.)                       Long ago (lol, really long ago!) I was just starting high school and met Dennis Pozzessere. A few years older than me, he attended junior college in Miami, waiting for me to head up to a four-year institute.     We married a month after I graduated high school and headed off to the University of South Florida.                      But, the point here is that, after meeting Dennis, I met my amazing family of in-laws.         Italians, they had come to the states to settle in Worcester, Massachusetts, and environs.                      Dennis’s mom was one of six children; his dad was one of eleven.                  Therefore, naturally, he had dozens upon dozens of aunts and uncles and cousins, all of whom were wonderful; I was always referred to as a niece or a cousin, as if I were blood, and not just an in-law.                     This definitely had a huge effect on my life, in many ways.                     Once we had our children, we most often spent our summers traveling up to Massachusetts from Miami; along the way, we stopped at museums, old churches, and fell in love with many cities and towns and the great history that went with each.                     We also spent a great deal of time in Massachusetts, exploring Plymouth, Boston, Gloucester, Salem, the Cape, and,  the western part of the state, as well.                     History has always fascinated me. I love the state so much because of the family and friends I have there—and because there is so much history—history that has shaped us today. While we will always be moving forward, we have come so far.                     Once the Mayflower arrived and the Massachusetts Bay Colony was formed, Puritan rule was enforced—not just in Salem where the infamous Witch Trials were held, but throughout the colony.                     The Puritans came for freedom to practice their religion— they did not allow others to do the same!                      Quakers were forbidden to live in the Massachusetts Bay Colony—they would be expelled once, and then, if they returned, they were executed. (Hanging was the method; contrary to some fiction, neither they, nor any so-called witches--were ever burned at the stake in the Masaschusetts Bay Colony.)                        Puritan rule was harsh, as anyone knows who has read Nathaniel Hawthorne’s ‘Scarlet Letter’ or read up on the Witch Trials of 1692.             They weren’t the first Puritan witch trials—in 1642, a rash of accusations rattle Puritan Hartford, Connecticut. Those eventually brought about seven trials (and dunkings) and four executions.                     “Thou shall not suffer a witch to live!”                \     Easy to understand, in a way, how good people became involved—fear was something prevalent in life. There was always the threat of Indian attack. The woods were dark and plentiful, death from natural causes was frequent without the antibiotics of our day, and the winters were severe.                     Still, as a modern-day girl, I found it hard to forgive some of those wretched people from having executed a woman so good as Rebecca Nurse—and even those who were not so good—none of them deserved what befell them. And, I must admit, since they might be given a reprieve from their death sentence by admitting to the crime, I find it amazing that they were so steadfast to their beliefs in God that they would risk their immortal souls. (The way I see it, God would have forgiven such a lie, fully aware of why it had been spoken!)        But, out of the darkness often comes the light!                         Benjamin Franklin began life as a Puritan—and became an amazingly progressive man, one who helped bring us into our age of enlightenment.                          Cotton Mather—a man I found abominable for his determination to see George Burroughs executed in Salem, despite his ability to recite the Lord’s Prayer—became an odd member of a very small but progressive group when he supported the concept of inoculation against disease.                      We, as humans, are an old bunch. All subject to the way we grow up—and to the fact that we are all unique, and have the ability to think for ourselves!                 \        With history that’s deep and rich, with Boston, with Lexington and Concord, with so much beauty and natural wonder, Massachusetts, is simply an incredible place. Now diverse, with parks, museums, and more, it’s a wonderful place to live and to visit.                     I love it—think I mentioned that!                     About a decade back, my son, Derek, and daughter-in-law, Yevgeniya, were married there, at a place in Gloucester, called Hammond Castle. It was incredible. Derek wore a Graham tartan and his groomsmen were in Black Watch. My first dance with my newly married son was to Danny Boy; we did the tarantella to honor the Italian family, and toasts were plentiful, and most often in the Russian or Ukrainian language to honor my Ukrainian daughter-in-law’s family.                     Hammond Castle ismagnificent! It was built in the 1920s by John Hays Hammond, Jr., to house his collections of medieval, Roman, and Renaissance artifacts and is opened to the public now as a museum. Another must-see if you’re in the area.                     For me, it was just another reason to love Massachusetts!                     The best, of course, remains the family I acquired there!                  But, whether you agree or disagree on my personal takes on history, I hope you’ll enjoy Dying Breath and Dark Rites. Both feature Vickie Preston and Griffin Pryce, as will the third book in the series, out at the end of September, Wicked Deeds.                     The last book moves them to Maryland as they head to Krewe headquarters in Northern Virginia.                      Maryland! Another great state.                     And the last book features a special ghost, a man I’d truly love to have at one of those made-up dinner parties, Mr. Edgar Alan Poe.                     Our great American author and father (many believe) of the modern mystery, and certainly, an icon in horror, managed to die under incredibly mysterious circumstances.                     Thank you for reading this letter, and for supporting the Krewe, and/or, for just reading in general!                     I hope to give you hours of entertainment, and, perhaps, curiosity—and maybe even a few minutes of, hm, I don’t agree with her at all!                                       May your summer be safe and well,                
     Heather Graham

     Heather GrahamKrewe of Hunters: Dying Breath,  Dark Rites and Wicked Deeds Visit My WebsiteDear Reader,                

       Massachusetts has a special place in my heart.         And, this summer, my Krewe of Hunters series features Massachusetts in Dying Breath and Dark Rites. (Dying Breath is out—Dark Rites is available July 30th.)                       Long ago (lol, really long ago!) I was just starting high school and met Dennis Pozzessere. A few years older than me, he attended junior college in Miami, waiting for me to head up to a four-year institute.     We married a month after I graduated high school and headed off to the University of South Florida.                      But, the point here is that, after meeting Dennis, I met my amazing family of in-laws.         Italians, they had come to the states to settle in Worcester, Massachusetts, and environs.                      Dennis’s mom was one of six children; his dad was one of eleven.                  Therefore, naturally, he had dozens upon dozens of aunts and uncles and cousins, all of whom were wonderful; I was always referred to as a niece or a cousin, as if I were blood, and not just an in-law.                     This definitely had a huge effect on my life, in many ways.                     Once we had our children, we most often spent our summers traveling up to Massachusetts from Miami; along the way, we stopped at museums, old churches, and fell in love with many cities and towns and the great history that went with each.                     We also spent a great deal of time in Massachusetts, exploring Plymouth, Boston, Gloucester, Salem, the Cape, and,  the western part of the state, as well.                     History has always fascinated me. I love the state so much because of the family and friends I have there—and because there is so much history—history that has shaped us today. While we will always be moving forward, we have come so far.                     Once the Mayflower arrived and the Massachusetts Bay Colony was formed, Puritan rule was enforced—not just in Salem where the infamous Witch Trials were held, but throughout the colony.                     The Puritans came for freedom to practice their religion— they did not allow others to do the same!                      Quakers were forbidden to live in the Massachusetts Bay Colony—they would be expelled once, and then, if they returned, they were executed. (Hanging was the method; contrary to some fiction, neither they, nor any so-called witches--were ever burned at the stake in the Masaschusetts Bay Colony.)                        Puritan rule was harsh, as anyone knows who has read Nathaniel Hawthorne’s ‘Scarlet Letter’ or read up on the Witch Trials of 1692.             They weren’t the first Puritan witch trials—in 1642, a rash of accusations rattle Puritan Hartford, Connecticut. Those eventually brought about seven trials (and dunkings) and four executions.                     “Thou shall not suffer a witch to live!”                \     Easy to understand, in a way, how good people became involved—fear was something prevalent in life. There was always the threat of Indian attack. The woods were dark and plentiful, death from natural causes was frequent without the antibiotics of our day, and the winters were severe.                     Still, as a modern-day girl, I found it hard to forgive some of those wretched people from having executed a woman so good as Rebecca Nurse—and even those who were not so good—none of them deserved what befell them. And, I must admit, since they might be given a reprieve from their death sentence by admitting to the crime, I find it amazing that they were so steadfast to their beliefs in God that they would risk their immortal souls. (The way I see it, God would have forgiven such a lie, fully aware of why it had been spoken!)        But, out of the darkness often comes the light!                         Benjamin Franklin began life as a Puritan—and became an amazingly progressive man, one who helped bring us into our age of enlightenment.                          Cotton Mather—a man I found abominable for his determination to see George Burroughs executed in Salem, despite his ability to recite the Lord’s Prayer—became an odd member of a very small but progressive group when he supported the concept of inoculation against disease.                      We, as humans, are an old bunch. All subject to the way we grow up—and to the fact that we are all unique, and have the ability to think for ourselves!                 \        With history that’s deep and rich, with Boston, with Lexington and Concord, with so much beauty and natural wonder, Massachusetts, is simply an incredible place. Now diverse, with parks, museums, and more, it’s a wonderful place to live and to visit.                     I love it—think I mentioned that!                     About a decade back, my son, Derek, and daughter-in-law, Yevgeniya, were married there, at a place in Gloucester, called Hammond Castle. It was incredible. Derek wore a Graham tartan and his groomsmen were in Black Watch. My first dance with my newly married son was to Danny Boy; we did the tarantella to honor the Italian family, and toasts were plentiful, and most often in the Russian or Ukrainian language to honor my Ukrainian daughter-in-law’s family.                     Hammond Castle ismagnificent! It was built in the 1920s by John Hays Hammond, Jr., to house his collections of medieval, Roman, and Renaissance artifacts and is opened to the public now as a museum. Another must-see if you’re in the area.                     For me, it was just another reason to love Massachusetts!                     The best, of course, remains the family I acquired there!                  But, whether you agree or disagree on my personal takes on history, I hope you’ll enjoy Dying Breath and Dark Rites. Both feature Vickie Preston and Griffin Pryce, as will the third book in the series, out at the end of September, Wicked Deeds.                     The last book moves them to Maryland as they head to Krewe headquarters in Northern Virginia.                      Maryland! Another great state.                     And the last book features a special ghost, a man I’d truly love to have at one of those made-up dinner parties, Mr. Edgar Alan Poe.                     Our great American author and father (many believe) of the modern mystery, and certainly, an icon in horror, managed to die under incredibly mysterious circumstances.                     Thank you for reading this letter, and for supporting the Krewe, and/or, for just reading in general!                     I hope to give you hours of entertainment, and, perhaps, curiosity—and maybe even a few minutes of, hm, I don’t agree with her at all!                                       May your summer be safe and well,                
     Heather Graham

                Having grown up in Miami, the Florida Keys were always a getaway for my family and I���ve loved heading down to the entire chain of islands all my life ��� especially Key West!
                First, of course, for anyone from the city area, you find yourself cheerful just because you���re driving south. Yes, they are basically catching the same fish off the coast of Miami as they are off the coast of Key Largo���first stop on the chain. They somehow just taste better as soon as you���re off the mainland. And somehow, we���re all just instantly in better moods. Perhaps it���s the concept of the sea and the breeze and the fact that our natural landscape is just so darned beautiful. I don���t know. But I am happy to head down at the drop of a hat.
                Key Largo offers a number of fun establishments and, to me most importantly, John Pennekamp State Park. It���s a great place to go snorkeling, diving, picnicking, or just relaxing. Our reefs are sensational, and no matter how you go, it���s a day of nature���natural nature, if you will! We haven���t managed to manicure too much on our reefs yet and I hope they never do. They offer such amazing relaxation. I���m a diver, and there���s nothing like being down there���as of yet!���with no cell phones or distractions.
                Near Pennekamp you���ll find Captain Slate���s. Now, if you are a diver, this is something you must try to do���Captain Slate���s Creature Feature. Check out his schedule���he offers a dive with large nurse sharks and rays the Captain has been feeding for years. They are like his pets. They are gentle and play with the divers. (Not as food���they are naturally gentle unless you step on them or pull or tug at them.) It is truly an experience like no other.
                This is a blog so I���m not going to get too carried away because I can extol the virtues of every island in the chain. But I will tell you that all along the 120 (approx) miles to the 0 mark in Key West from the mainland, you will find excellent restaurants, charming and rustic bed and breakfast inns and more glamorous resorts. Fishing, boating, para-sailing, you name it. There���s camping, too. You can drop by Theater of the Sea for lots of sea mammal fun.
                Speaking of which . . . .
                In Marathon, at Grassy Key, there���s Dolphin Research Center. Once the home of Flipper, the founders and trainers there work with these marvelous mammals in many ways; they have become the home for many rescue animals who would have died in the wild. I have my favorite friends there, and I swear, my boy Tanner knows me when I come and chat with him or take a swim. I���ve been there for their Wounded Warrior Day���and I can���t say enough!
                If you wish a swim or play time with a sea lion, make sure you check schedules and availability at either venue.
                Heading on down, you���ll cross the famous Seven Mile Bridge, pass through areas where our little key deer are protected, and many nature preserves. 
                Indian Key is where Doctor Henry Perrine was massacred with others when the Seminole Indians���harassed and massacred themselves���took revenge on the wrong man, a man who had never harmed anyone. Perrine had been looking for a land grant; at his death, his widow had the land relocated and we now have the community of Perrine, Florida, in his honor.
                Next you come to Stock Island and then Key West. Now part of what you see of Key West is the ���new area.��� Land filled in out of marsh and bogs as time went by. Old Town Key West is naturally my favorite area. That���s where you���ll find a huge conglomeration of Victorian houses���during the years of salvage, Key West was the highest per capita income area of the states. You can tour Hemingway���s house and get to know some six-toed cats. You can visit the Mel Fisher Museum and find out about modern salvage. Visit the East Martello Museum and see a Victorian hearse among other artifacts���and learn about the days of pirates and Key West during the Civil War. The cemetery is mid island on the highest land with many interred in above ground vaults���bodies did indeed wash down Duval Street after a major hurricane. 
                And good Lord, go on a ghost tour!
                Fun, historic, and informative.
                As many times as I���ve been, I still hop on the Conch tour train. A ���conch,��� of course, is a native. A ���fresh water conch��� is someone who has been there at least seven years. (Yes, it���s also a large sea snail as well.) The Conch Republic refers to the fact that Key West, to protest at blockade at the mainland, seceded from the Union. The ���secession��� lasted a few hours���the point of everyone going broke with no tourism dollars was quickly made and thankfully, all came to a satisfactory conclusion without the beautiful and historic island leaving the states.
                Check out Artist House Bed and Breakfast ��� famed for being the home of Robert the Doll. And make sure you learn the story of Maria de Hoyos and Carl Tanzler. If not the greatest love story of all time���it���s got to be darned close to the creepiest. Seriously���where else could a man marry a corpse and live with her for seven years without really being noticed?
                Only in Key West. 
                I hope some of the crazy and incredible beauty and wonder���along with history, the good, the bad, and the ugly���are all within the pages of The Cursed. And, of course, I hope that one day, if you haven���t yet, you will come on down!


               

                Having grown up in Miami, the Florida Keys were always a getaway for my family and I’ve loved heading down to the entire chain of islands all my life – especially Key West!
                First, of course, for anyone from the city area, you find yourself cheerful just because you’re driving south. Yes, they are basically catching the same fish off the coast of Miami as they are off the coast of Key Largo—first stop on the chain. They somehow just taste better as soon as you’re off the mainland. And somehow, we’re all just instantly in better moods. Perhaps it’s the concept of the sea and the breeze and the fact that our natural landscape is just so darned beautiful. I don’t know. But I am happy to head down at the drop of a hat.
                Key Largo offers a number of fun establishments and, to me most importantly, John Pennekamp State Park. It’s a great place to go snorkeling, diving, picnicking, or just relaxing. Our reefs are sensational, and no matter how you go, it’s a day of nature—natural nature, if you will! We haven’t managed to manicure too much on our reefs yet and I hope they never do. They offer such amazing relaxation. I’m a diver, and there’s nothing like being down there—as of yet!—with no cell phones or distractions.
                Near Pennekamp you’ll find Captain Slate’s. Now, if you are a diver, this is something you must try to do—Captain Slate’s Creature Feature. Check out his schedule—he offers a dive with large nurse sharks and rays the Captain has been feeding for years. They are like his pets. They are gentle and play with the divers. (Not as food—they are naturally gentle unless you step on them or pull or tug at them.) It is truly an experience like no other.
                This is a blog so I’m not going to get too carried away because I can extol the virtues of every island in the chain. But I will tell you that all along the 120 (approx) miles to the 0 mark in Key West from the mainland, you will find excellent restaurants, charming and rustic bed and breakfast inns and more glamorous resorts. Fishing, boating, para-sailing, you name it. There’s camping, too. You can drop by Theater of the Sea for lots of sea mammal fun.
                Speaking of which . . . .
                In Marathon, at Grassy Key, there’s Dolphin Research Center. Once the home of Flipper, the founders and trainers there work with these marvelous mammals in many ways; they have become the home for many rescue animals who would have died in the wild. I have my favorite friends there, and I swear, my boy Tanner knows me when I come and chat with him or take a swim. I’ve been there for their Wounded Warrior Day—and I can’t say enough!
                If you wish a swim or play time with a sea lion, make sure you check schedules and availability at either venue.
                Heading on down, you’ll cross the famous Seven Mile Bridge, pass through areas where our little key deer are protected, and many nature preserves. 
                Indian Key is where Doctor Henry Perrine was massacred with others when the Seminole Indians—harassed and massacred themselves—took revenge on the wrong man, a man who had never harmed anyone. Perrine had been looking for a land grant; at his death, his widow had the land relocated and we now have the community of Perrine, Florida, in his honor.
                Next you come to Stock Island and then Key West. Now part of what you see of Key West is the “new area.” Land filled in out of marsh and bogs as time went by. Old Town Key West is naturally my favorite area. That’s where you’ll find a huge conglomeration of Victorian houses—during the years of salvage, Key West was the highest per capita income area of the states. You can tour Hemingway’s house and get to know some six-toed cats. You can visit the Mel Fisher Museum and find out about modern salvage. Visit the East Martello Museum and see a Victorian hearse among other artifacts—and learn about the days of pirates and Key West during the Civil War. The cemetery is mid island on the highest land with many interred in above ground vaults—bodies did indeed wash down Duval Street after a major hurricane. 
                And good Lord, go on a ghost tour!
                Fun, historic, and informative.
                As many times as I’ve been, I still hop on the Conch tour train. A “conch,” of course, is a native. A “fresh water conch” is someone who has been there at least seven years. (Yes, it’s also a large sea snail as well.) The Conch Republic refers to the fact that Key West, to protest at blockade at the mainland, seceded from the Union. The “secession” lasted a few hours—the point of everyone going broke with no tourism dollars was quickly made and thankfully, all came to a satisfactory conclusion without the beautiful and historic island leaving the states.
                Check out Artist House Bed and Breakfast – famed for being the home of Robert the Doll. And make sure you learn the story of Maria de Hoyos and Carl Tanzler. If not the greatest love story of all time—it’s got to be darned close to the creepiest. Seriously—where else could a man marry a corpse and live with her for seven years without really being noticed?
                Only in Key West. 
                I hope some of the crazy and incredible beauty and wonder—along with history, the good, the bad, and the ugly—are all within the pages of The Cursed. And, of course, I hope that one day, if you haven’t yet, you will come on down!


               

            In theory, the mini ice-age might be the reason St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated far and wide.By the mid-eighteen-hundreds, the potato—a New World crop—had become big in Ireland. It th. Imagine life without the parades—and green beer, of course. (My mom was born in Dublin so it’s all pretty cool to me!)
had become so big, in fact, that the country was dependent on in. By 1849—tail end of the mini ice-age, since most scientists agree it ended about 1850—the land was so ravaged and decimated that the potatoes were growing black and inedible. In starving droves, the Irish were forced to immigrate to survive. As we know, the Irish came to the United States in massive numbers. And thank the Lord! While they went through a pretty wretched period at first (read Gangs of New York—yes, read the book, though I was a fan of the movie, quite different!) they began to settle in quite nicely as the decades rolled by and we began to pick on whatever new immigrants from different countries began to flock in and it was their turn to be ostracized. Yes, bring us your poor and wretched . . . we’ll bitch about them and forget we’re a nation of immigrants, but hey! Back on track here. So the Irish came and we have delightful celebrations every March 17So maybe another reason to party in this country isn’t so important. But many or our leaders are of Irish descent, um, hm—like Kennedy! And Obama apparently can go back as well. Maybe Congress could actually agree on something if they were just to figure out that many of them were of Irish descent!Oh, well. Still digressing here!And on that note, the first President of the Republic of Ireland was an American. Yup. An Irishman (via his mom,) but born in the US of A, which meant, that when he was caught with a number of men who were hanged for their rebellion, he was spared the noose—no one wanted the Americans getting up in arms against what was going on. So Eamon de Valera lived to be the first pres. Lots of connection here—and maybe because of the weather. Who knows just what else might have had to do with the extreme cold? Not that the shift was that big—just big enough to ruin crops and keep snow on the ground. Enough to make people really, really hungry.But here’s to the point of the story—and we’re going to backtrack a little. On April of 1815 the volcano at Mt. Tambora on the little island of Sambawa erupted. The eruption was by far the worst of the nineteenth century although it’s presumed that it wasn’t noted as much as the later eruption of Krakatoa because by the time that top was blown, the telegraph was shooting news all over the place—the Facebook of the age.But Mt. Tambora was about 12,000 feet high—the eruption knocked off 4,000 feet to bring it down to 8,000. That’s a lot of footage to lose—and a lot of dirt and ash and matter flying around in the air. It’s hard to estimate the deaths with the tsunamis created-much less being there at the initial impact. The volcanic sky began to travel, right around the globe. The year 1816 was not a good one in the states. It wasn’t that they were having the coldest days ever—it was that the cold wouldn’t go away. (Kind of like this year, 2014. I just left Chicago. Damn!) Spring hinted of an arrival—and then just went away.The sky was eternally overcast. Add the fallout into the air and you had one cold year without much sun penetrating down to earth.But, good things came of it. 1816.Writers at the time could be a Bohemian lot. Take Lord Byron, Mary Shelley, Percy Shelley, and John Polidori. They were hanging around Geneva, Switzerland and were known to take lovely holidays. Now on these holidays the group usually did fun things—outside. They loved to boat on the lake, take hikes, and, in general, play games and enjoy the great outdoors! But when they arrived, it was cold. It was dark. It was the year without a summer.  And sitting around by the fire one cold wretched night at the Villa Diodati, they began to tell ghost stories. And as they told ghost stories, they decided that writing was something that could be done indoors. Since it was eternally gloomy, day often turned to night with little being different. There were eternal shadows surrounding them. Gray hung over the lake like a miasma of death and waiting. Lord Byron proposed they all write a ghost story.Well, couple that with Mary’s upbringing—a feminist mother, a father who liked to entertain the brightest minds of his day—and the fact that she was very up on recent experiments with electricity and the concept of “galvanism” and “re-animating” corpses, and you have a story.Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus was born, no pun intended. Without the mini ice-age, this wonder of the literary world might not exist. Hundreds of actors, film-makers, producers, and what have you might not have had jobs over the decades upon decades since. And writers playing upon the first chills they felt while reading it might not have created their new works of fiction. If you want to get down to it—people might not have been frightened into the backseats at drive-ins and who knows? Some of us might not have even existed!While it’s fanciful to take it too far, it is amazing what the weather can cause and create and how it has influenced history. A story is a small part of it, of course. But, apparently, that mini ice-age influenced me. Waking the Dead begins in Geneva, Switzerland, with Mary and her crew—and an ardent admirer of them all who painted with colors rather than a pen. But his creation of that summer makes it present day New Orleans and into the lives of Danni Cafferty and Michael Quinn. I hope you’ll enjoy my take on the year without a summer!

The imaginings of any story start with a seed. And for me, history always tends to leave a lot of seeds that we can allow to grow into something else—fiction.                With our current watch on the weather and global warming, I found it fascinating that in relative recent history--in the grand scope of the Earth and humanity--we had a “mini ice age.” And that mini ice age affected the world in many ways.                 Naturally, famine. Crops were destroyed. People starved. Disease went rampant.                But it’s not just the obvious.                So, let’s start more or less at the beginning of this story—the real story, or history. The ‘mini’ ice age began in approximately 1350 and ended in 1850, but scientists argue even those dates. At any rate, Rome had long fallen and the dark ages had come and gone. The Catholic Church reigned supreme and people were superstitious, liking to blame the weather on witchcraft and demons and what have you.                Beyond the known dangers of the periods of fierce cold that popped up during those years—famine, pestilence, etc.—there were tremendous social upheavals and many of those were indirectly influenced by the ice age.                 The French Revolution, for one. Who would imagine that winter weather might have had the revolutionaries yelling, “Off with their heads!” But the fierce cold brought about that famine. And famine brought about hundreds of thousands of starving peasants angrier each day that they were starving and the King and Queen were dining quite nicely.                  Then, of course, it would be interesting to imagine the world if Napoleon Bonaparte had managed to have his way with the world. But his eyes were actually way bigger than his concept of that Russian winter. Now, we all know that Russian winters can be fierce to begin with. Couple that with a climate in which the Russians themselves had succumbed in vast number, and the force of Napoleon, bogged down with accoutrements of war and running out of food that was not to be found on the bitter cold Russian frontier—and voila. Down with Napoleon—there was an island in his future.                 Some scientists/historians think that the mini ice age helped America to win her Revolution. Let’s face it—we weren’t doing so well. The British were in New York. Washington was on the run—his men were freezing and there was a lot of hunger going on among them, too. So, the weather is wretched—wretched! Beyond wretched. Ice floes are clogging the Delaware River. No one in their right mind would have gone out on that bitter Christmas night in 1776 when Washington decided that he would cross the river with horses, men, boats, and canon. He took a chance—and surprised the hell out of the Hessian troops quartered at and around Trenton. His victory there—and over the next day—allowed for his army to remain undefeated. Hell, yes, it got very bad again, but Washington might well have lost the entire army by the end of the brutal winter if it hadn’t been for his mad dash across the Delaware. And we might have wound up being the United Provinces of Southern Canada. Who knows?                So the mini ice age might have been responsible for a tremendous amount of bad—hundreds dead of starvation and disease, heads rolling and “witches” and “demons” hanged or burning—but it might have caused a few good things, too. Well, despite our many problems and the fact that we’re now aware we’d best fear the climate—I’m glad to be an American. So, I see it as good!                There was more good—and bad. Tune in again in the next few days. And, oh, just for the record, this all has to do with the next Cafferty and Quinn book, Waking the Dead (if you happened to have read the first, they’ve apparently slept long enough.) The mini ice age combined with another natural disaster to create the “year with no summer.” And from that seed, came my book.

               Happy Valentine’s Day to one and all. May the love flow! Maybe it’s nice because we at least try to show care and allow petty arguments to slip by because . . . it’s St. Valentine’s Day!                And we’re honoring someone (or several someone’s; history is dicey) who truly did what he could for love.                Legend goes that evil Claudius II of Rome believed that soldiers fought better when they didn’t have wives, and therefore, he put a ban on marriage. Valentine was a priest—a no-no in the eyes of Claudius from the get-go. But Valentine believed in the love and the sanctity of marriage. He was said to have done good deeds akin to miracles and he was known to welcome young lovers for clandestine marriages in his church—perhaps down in the catacombs? Who knows where this was, but those who believed in love came to him. Claudius got his hands on Valentine and blinded him; Valentine merely tried to teach Claudius the goodness of Christianity. Claudius wasn’t to be taught and so, despite the fact that he was beloved by so many, Valentine was executed.                One version of the story has it that Valentine performed a wedding for the daughter of his jailer. Before his execution, he wrote her a note and signed it, “Your Valentine.”                In the age of Chaucer, when romance and high gallantry flourished, Valentine was honored.                It’s a feast day for some Christians while others honor a few other men named Valentine on different days in various parts of the world.                Who knows exactly what is truth? But, remember, Valentine died for love, not particularly his love, but so that others could be together.                 So—with the help of Hallmark and others—we honor the memory of the man (or the several men named Valentine) who gave his life for the beauty of love—in its many guises.                So, okay, I already ranted. And, true, the economy always needs a boost and little things can mean so much. So I say pick up some flowers, candy, or whatever. But, maybe, if you are in love and you’re loved in return, think about those who might have lost someone or just not know the wonders of love on St. Valentine’s Day. Know a widow down the street? Or, do you have a friend who has had a bad split up? Since you have your love and she/he has you, why not take the flowers and candy down to the person who is alone . . . and needs a little tender care and thought from others?                 There’s nothing wrong about honoring one of our finest human emotions—love!