Author Interview: Lucian Barnes
Lucian began his writing career late in 2010, but has spent most of his life writing stories. He is a fantasy/horror novelist that enjoys weaving aspects of the paranormal into each story. Lucian’s first published works were released in 2012. His third series book, Outpost 13, was just released on March 13, 2013. His next project will be a horror novel, the title of which has yet to be determined. Lucian lives in Pueblo, Colorado.
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When did you first realize you wanted to be an Author?
I’ve been writing stories for most of my life, but I only wrote in my spare time until 2010 when I was encouraged by a friend to take the leap and become a full time author.
What would you say is your interesting quirk that only happens when you are writing?
As I’m sure is the case with many writers I need complete silence while I write. I do, however, have other quirks as well. One of them is that I feel I must let my hair down to begin writing (I have very long hair that I normally keep up in a ponytail when I’m not writing), and another is that I will only write between Monday and Friday. It might sound strange, but the latter has been my formula for keeping “writer’s block” away and being a bit superstitious I won’t deviate from something that works.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned in writing your books?
No matter how well a story is written there will always be people that don’t like your stories. Some of those people will constructively tell you what they didn’t like about it, while others are nasty and post negative reviews that are more like personal attacks.
Where did you get ideas for your books?
Every story I have ever written has been inspired by a dream element, whether it be a nighttime dream where I wake up and remember details or a daydream in which the idea just pops into my head.
Out of all the books you have written which is your favorite and why?
I would have to say that Outpost 13 has been my favorite book that I’ve written so far. Writing it was a lot like trying to watch a very intense movie and jot down every detail, which in this case meant that I was typing like a man possessed. I pretty much wrote the book in a month.
What do you think makes a good story?
Having characters that people can relate to, a storyline full of unexpected twists and turns, and for me personally, shock value. As a horror writer I feel the need to catch my readers off guard and scare them with something they didn’t see coming.
Who are some of your favorite Authors?
Stephen King, Anne Rice, and JH Glaze.
If you could pick one actor to play a character in your book in the movie version, who would it be?
Nina Dobrev playing the part of Katie.
The following is an excerpt from Outpost 13 : Desolace Series III
Edward turned the knob and pushed the door open. Immediately, the foul scent of death and decay assaulted their nostrils. Katie clamped a hand over her nose and mouth as she turned her head and gagged.After regaining her composure, she stepped into the room, looking for the source of the stench. She half expected to see a dead animal floating in the toilet, but when she looked the only thing she saw was an empty porcelain bowl.
“Where is that smell coming from? Under the house?” Katie asked, her voice muffled by her hand. She had no more finished her question when she saw Edward approaching the shower curtain, which was drawn around the bathtub. Suddenly, several images of different horror movies ran through her mind. There was almost always a killer hiding behind the curtain. “Edward! No!” she yelled as he slowly drew the curtain back.
Lying in a pool of shallow water in the tub was the desiccated corpse of a woman. Why was she there? Seeing the body, Katie finally realized the awful impact of the virus she had read about in the newspaper back in the grocery store. Did this woman think she could wash the virus away? She had obviously been scrubbing herself when she died.A grimy washcloth was still clutched in her hand, bits of rotten flesh floating beside her in the water. Patches of skin were missing from her arms, legs, torso, and face, exposing the muscles underneath.
The two of them quickly turned to leave the room. Edward was entering the doorway, with Katie on his heels, when the sound of splashing water came from behind them. Katie turned back in alarm to see the corpse standing in the tub. Her scream was so loud that someone could likely have heard it a mile away.
Frozen in horror, Katie watched as the woman lifted a leg and stepped out of the tub. Her foot came down with a sickening, wet sound. Chunks of flesh fell from the woman’s body to the tile floor. Her glazed eyes popped open in her skull as she reached out to grab Katie.
Edward silently prayed that his magic would work, but to no avail. The flame in his palm didn’t grow in size, it remained the same. Panic began to set in as he saw the corpse reaching for Katie. He could hear footsteps quickly approaching from the hallway, but feared that whoever it was would be too late.
Katie’s fear finally broke and she managed to dodge the woman’s outstretched hands, for the moment anyway. She didn’t know what to do. Edward was still blocking the doorway, so she couldn’t run and she had nothing to defend herself. She fumbled for something to fight with, staying just out of the woman’s reach.
Something moved slightly beneath her hand. She hurriedly looked to see what it was. The lid from the back of the toilet, covering the tank! Quickly, she snatched it up in both hands and brought it upward, connecting with a savage blow to the woman’s head. Blood and flesh splattered against the wall and one of the woman’s breasts fell off, hitting the floor with a wet slap. Shortly thereafter, the woman collapsed to the floor, unmoving.