Showing posts with label James DeAcutis. Show all posts
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Friday, May 31, 2013

An Interview With Author, James DeAcutis!!



Where are you from?

     Born in Da Bronx, New York and moved to Yorktown Heights, NY when I was 15.

What inspired you to write your first book?

     I’ve been a dreamer since I began to dream and when I learned to first play guitar I began to write songs. As I progressed through my 20’s I’d written nearly a hundred songs but then began to realize that I wasn’t going to become a rock star I began to channel my creativity towards story-telling. Starting a family curtailed my creativity a bit but when I lost my job in 2008 I decided to write the story, Peter Cooper and the Pirate King, that had become all too clear over the years.

Do you write full-time or part-time? How do you balance your writing life with your family/work life?

     I try to be a full time writer but until I am earning a real living by writing I have to consider it part time. Unfortunately, when things are stressful at home it’s hard to not only find the time to write but being in the right mind-set to be able to write.

What jobs have you held that influence your stories?

     I’ve never held a job that influenced my story-telling but the jobs I’ve held have inspired me to be a writer.
Do you have a specific writing style?

     No. Not sure what you mean by “style” but the way I write is my own. You will not read any other writing like mine…for better or worse.
I actually like your style! It is quite gripping. How did you come up with the title?

     As a songwriter I’ve always been interested in and adept at rhythmic word-play and musical sounding titles. The title Peter Cooper and the Pirate King sounded rhythmic and musical to me and, fortunately, fit the story too! lol
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

     I think the message I most like to impart is that we may not always realize who we are and what our potential can be. If we, like Peter, were asked if we’d want to be in the perilous situations he found himself in we’d all say “of course not!” but, having found himself in those situations the mild mannered boy persevered and survived. Another message I’d like young readers to grasp is that it’s cool to be nice and humble…you don’t have to be a smartass or bully to be admired.
How much of the book is realistic?

     Not much really. I mean, apart from the magic it all is based on reality and could happen but the main part of the story is supernatural…
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

     Not really but the “Christmas Story” that Mr. Lankey tells, I did use the apartment building I grew up in as the model for the building the story takes place in. But, the story is not one that happened to me. (I also used the building layout for my short gothic-horror story “The Endless Staircase which is on my blog). Although the story’s main town, Harmon, is a fishing village I did think back to the clean and decent Bronx neighborhood I grew up in as I wrote the chapter.
What books have most influenced your life most?

     R is For Rocket. It was the first book I brought that didn’t have pictures in it. I was 12 and it went with me on a summer vacation that year. I read a short story every night from my top bunk in the cabin we stayed in and it made me love reading.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

     Ray Bradbury
What book are you reading now?

     None right now but I just finished The World Jones Made by Philip K. Dick. Great book. I’m a sci-fi/horror junky
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

     Honestly, now that I’m writing I don’t have much time to read.
What are your current projects?

     I’m putting together  a collection of my short stories (many of which can be found on my blog) and am on chapter 3 of the second Peter Cooper book.
Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

       poverty
Do you see writing as a career?

     I hope so!
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

     I think I could have tightened up chapter 3 a bit but otherwise I’m very happy and proud of my book.
Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

     No specific moment but I’m one of those annoying guys that are often lost in their own world. I have a bad tendency to tune out the world and write music and stories in my head when I should be doing laundry…
I can relate! Can you share a little of your current work with us?

      Sure. My blog is jamesdeacutis.wordpress.com        There’s a bunch of stuff there. Would love to hear critiques of my short stories and which should be part of my first book collection.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

     I’m not sure…do you mean by my writing or what I expect the reader to interpret? From my perspective writing is hard…or, should I say, good writing is hard. I hope my writing is good. I try… From a readers perspective I put in a lot of pop-culture references as well as actresses and musicians names and lyrics and double-entendres and puns and… I hope there’s a lot there to entertain and confuse and I hope that readers will email me at petercooper13@live.com if they have any questions or figure out my bad jokes!
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

      Ray Bradbury. He has a way of painting beautiful pictures with words that both a thirteen year old and a thirty year old can love and appreciate. He writes in a way that is simple but isn’t simplistic yet is simply beautiful.
I will definitely have to look Mr. Bradbury up! Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

     So far not yet but the more research I do the more it occurs that I may have to travel to meet “fans”.
Who designed the covers?

     I published through CreateSpace and they worked with me on the cover design.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?

     Starting and then organizing my notes and characters. Once I started the hardest part was getting through the first 4 – 5 chapters. Once I got that far I couldn’t stop!
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

     When I wrote the first one I tried to put in as much as I could in fear that it might be the only one. What I learned was to edit as you write and save some for later. A tight, crisp story works best and never forget to trust your readers to be able to fill in the blanks. I’ve gotten more compliments from readers who lied that I didn’t get into ever bit of minutia in every scene.
Do you have any advice for other writers?

     See above… Don’t give up… Don’t forget to start… Write the best story you can. Unless the height of the girl’s heel is important don’t include it! Draw the picture and use only as much color as necessary.
Excellent advice, James. Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

     Love me and my book! And if you don’t please tell me why so I can learn.
Great answer! We'll try to give some feedback! What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?

     I did a lot of research into sailing ships and pirating as I have little experience in either subject and of course reading the story 5, 6, 7+ times and editing it became somewhat mundane but I hope I did a good job.

What do you think about e-publishing versus technical publishing?

     Don’t have enough experience to answer. Would love to be able to get into book stores though…

Good luck with your quest to get into book stores! Do you have an agent or publisher? How did you go about finding one?

     Not yet

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

     In a nice, paid-for house with my own office…

If you could have any super power, what would it be?

     A tickle-ray. Because if you can make evil people laugh uncontrollably how evil can they be?

Excellent interview James! Thank you for participating. It was a pleasure!- K.N. Lee
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Monday, May 13, 2013

Writing Challenge With Author, James DeAcutis!!

The Challenge:
 In 2000 words or less, write a story, poem, or whatever you like about being trapped in your own home. What trapped you there? How do you escape? 

The Result: 

Alice
James DeAcutis



“Good-night, Mr. Bluesuit.”  


“Goodnight, Alice.” 


The door closed gently as I bid goodnight to my dear. Another day of fun and games come to an end. I miss her so when she leaves me alone. This is a lonely place; my little house. Although it is bright and cheerful and I have everything I could ever need, it is still… a lonely little place. 


Alone in my home… 


I’ve tried to leave. I really have but there is no way for me to leave. Not without her help. I’m paralyzed now although I can feel myself getting stronger every day. The more she loves me and the more she believes in me the more I believe in myself. I know that with her love I will keep getting stronger and when I do I know I will be able to leave. One day I hope to surprise her and join her on the outside, on my own. 


It’s amazing that I can even think these thoughts considering who I am and where I came from.  


I’ve been here as long as I can remember; I guess since the beginning, although I don’t know how long ago that was. I only started to know where I was or who I was just recently. It was as if one day I woke up from an eternal sleep and found myself here…in this neat little house...in this strange place. 


My friend, Alice, is a strange little bird you know. She chats with me and tells me the funniest stories. At least I think they’re funny. She seems to find them so as she laughs and laughs at them. She laughs at a lot of things actually. She’s even confided in me that everyone she knows thinks she’s ‘daft’ as she puts it. Really! She said that her sister won’t talk to her anymore because she’s ‘coo-coo as a clock’! 


She laughed at that too. I kind of feel sorry for her; all alone in this house. Well, except for me of course but I’m not much for conversation in the condition I’m in. But, I hope that as I get stronger I will be able to be a better companion. 


I think I know what’s happening to me and I hope you don’t think it strange. Alice was reading a magazine to me the other day and there was a story about philosophy and it contemplated the idea that we only exist because others believe us to exist. We don’t exist in and of ourselves but because others see us, we are real. It was all very complicated, and made us both laugh, but as I thought about what she read it occurred to me that because Alice believed in me maybe her love was bringing me back! Strange, no? But, this is what I thought and then I thought, maybe that philosopher was onto something. Whatever was happening to me I believe it was because of Alice; dear, sweet Alice. 


Every day she would talk to me and every day I could feel my muscles getting stronger; felt my eyes slowly focusing; felt my tongue tasting words. If this continued I would be dancing in no time! Haha! I will make her so happy one day.

But, until then… 


Days go by and I am frustrated by how long it’s taking. Alice takes care of me and talks to me and I know I’m real to her. It is only a matter of time…and I have all the time in the world.


Today is the day! I can feel it! Today I will surprise Alice with a ‘hello’ and a hug! I could feel my eyes moving and my voice returning as the night progressed and I’m going to surprise her! Oh, won’t she be thrilled? I can almost picture the look on her face, the joy she’ll feel, when it happens! And, when it does, we can finally, really, be together. 


As the day progressed I could hear her moving about outside. I could hear her comings and goings. I think she took a phone call at some point because I could hear her talking, I think. She may have done some laundry too as I heard a machine humming at another point. I’m getting more and more anxious for her arrival as I try and flex my arms and legs and move my eyes and clear my throat.

Oh, I can’t wait! 


But now the day is getting on and I’m worried. Where is my benefactor; my friend? I can still hear some noises and movement from outside so I think she’s not far away but when will she come to me? When will she share with me the good news I have? This is interminable torture. I am so frustrated. I know; I’ll go to her! 

I try to crawl across the floor to the door but I’m still too weak. I manage to get a few inches before my legs can no longer push and my arms no longer pull. But I can barely turn my head so I twist it as best I can and close my eyes as I rest upon the floor, waiting for my Alice.  


…and wait

   …and wait 


I drift off to sleep and dream but I don’t dream yet. I have no memories to dream about so my dreams don’t exist. Maybe, one day… 


            I sleep, I think but I don’t know for how long because, before I can pick myself up I’m startled by the sound of my Alice coming! She is so close and I can’t wait to surprise her! I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I show her how far I’ve come! I don’t think I’ve ever felt anticipation before but I think I know what it feels like! She is near and over me and she reaches down with her hands. She picks me up with her strong hands and turns me over and holds me in her arms.  

I can see her clearly now, really for the first time. She is older! Her hair is white and her cheeks are very pink and her eyes have deep, blue paint over them. Her face is very white and her lips are very red and twisted. She looks like a doll! A somewhat sad and silly one but, I won’t tell her that for I am so happy that I have her. 

Now, the moment I’ve been waiting for! She holds me in her arms and looks down at me making ‘sing-song’ sounds like she always does. But now I can see her funny, ‘coo-coo’, eyes as she does. And she says, 
“Hello, Mr. Bluesuit. How are we today?” 
And now is my moment! I try with all my might to look at her and see the look in her face when I do. My eyes flutter slightly as I turn them ever so slightly to look at hers but when I do and our eyes really meet (for the first time) something strange happens. Her eyes grow wide and I can feel her shaking. Her

face changes and seems to darken, I think. I could be wrong but…
Her breath grows shallow and I know it is time… 
I love her so much and I long to make her smile so with my now alive eyes looking at her and with all my strength I smile and croak out a weak… 
“Hel-lo Alice…” 
I don’t know why my creaky voice seemed to startle her so but it did. I thought she would be overcome by joy but the look she gave me broke my heart. She let go of me and I dropped to the floor with a hollow thump and looked up at her as she crawled away, bug-eyed and clutching her chest. She could hardly breathe as she wheezed away from me. 
“A-a-a-lissssss.” I hissed as best I could and reached for her with my weak little arms. She screamed and stumbled backwards away from me. I’m so confused! What have I done?! Why does she look at me with horror?! 
“A-A-A-Lisssss!” I cried to her… 
“A-ah-lisss…” I cry as non-existent tears well in my bright-painted eyes. 
She reels back and her face is twisted in a look that even terrifies me! 
“No! No!” she croaks as she falls near the door across the room. Her hand is twisted into a crooked claw scratching in the air but then it falls on top of her wheezing chest. 
“A-Ah-Lisss… no… no…” I crawl to her using every bit of strength I can muster. I must reach her! I just want to hold her and kiss her and tell her how much I love her. I want to tell her that it’s alright! That I’m alright. That there’s nothing to be afraid of. 

But, as I crawl slowly towards her I can hear her breath getting shorter and more labored and I can feel my efforts becoming more futile by the second. I must reach her! But, I’m afraid of how this will end. If my friend passes will I too pass back between nothingness and eternity?! If she breathes her last…? 
I crawl onward, pulling my little body with my little arms; my shiny, hard hands scratching and clawing at the hard, shiny floor. It is impossible! It is so hard… 
“A-a-a-lissssss!”  
I crawl and look up and she hardly moves now. 
“Ahhhlisssss!” 
I drag myself inch-by-inch and she’s very quiet now. I think I know what it feels to be doomed as I inch ever closer, knowing that at any moment… 
“Ahhlisss, please! Alice!” 
I’m almost to her now! Almost…if I can reach her I can pull myself up to her! I so want to hold her! I so want to thank her for what she’s done! I so want to lo… 
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