Monday, July 28, 2014

One Minute Zombie vs. Prettyboy

Before One Minute Zombie there is Prettyboy: Brando will rip out his heart. Marilyn Monroe drops him for dead. James Dean steals his friendship. Liz Taylor, Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Grace Kelly, Carry Grant, John Huston, and other stars want devilish things from Prettyboy. Can he survive?
Publication date is set for October 2014.
After Prettyboy comes One Minute Zombie: Beautiful and petite Darla, tough and pretty Sophie, and smart survivalist Lucky have one minute to make a decision; kill or be eaten alive.
Publication date is set for March 2015.

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One Minute Zombie

Writing like crazy like wild, it's what I do. I'm no Stephen King but I'm the next best thing; urban culture and literature mixed with terror.

Copyright © One Minute Zombie is my newest creation. Perhaps it will be a serial or perhaps not. That depends on if my readers want more of the sacred dead amongst the living. Let me know what you think and I'll post the first chapter here on my BlogSpot.

Zombie DNA has morphed into something less dead when the Antigenic shift occurred. In science-speak it was a major reshuffling of proteins in the Zombie virus that resulted in a new subtype combination of neuraminidase and hemagglutinin surface proteins. This new subtype has never been seen in humans. People won't have protection after it when it enters the population. The virus has attributes that allow it to spread easily, and it will spread across large regions or around the globe within a matter of weeks or even days. It sucks being a zombie but what choice do they have? None!

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Friday, July 25, 2014

Life in the Fast Lane


When I was sequestered in an inner-city dwelling where doctors censure mentally challenged individuals who can't squeeze into society's tube of ethics, I screamed uncontrollably. The irrevocable abuses inside the padded walls were endless. Inside the psychotherapists offices, where superlative lies were ethics, where under the influence of pharmaceuticals, the staffs sexual dysfunctions came to life.

Instead of drowning in Sigmund Freud's theories as explained to me by three highly-educated and equally-challenged psychotherapists, I tell this story taking liberties, observing miscreant behaviors, and analyzing deviant educated savages.
The miscreant patients and scoundrel professionals were sausages packed together like sardines in a can, pretending to act urbane and sophisticated, and yet, feeling the power of socialized insanity. I lived in a vacuum full of lust, discovery, and panic.
Life in the psycho ward was terror, like pigs trying to escape decapitation. The professionals illuminated, adding compunction to all the psychological commotion among us patients.
The following quote describes my emotion at that time: I could just kill myself and terminate all future confusion, or better yet, kissing Freud and slapping Jung would satisfy me more.
You are forewarned, sexuality and profanity are explicitly portrayed KISSINg FREUd. Dig in.

Thursday, July 24, 2014


When I began writing my novel DUBROVNIK a simple plot developed off the cuff. I didn’t outline the story or characters when I started writing, but having worked and lived in Dubrovnik, Croatia I understood many of the complications involved. Gathering geographical and cultural information about the area was easy. The difficult part was romancing the locals in detailing historical and present Croatian ethics.
     My story was to be realistic fiction, simple and presentable, a picturesque novel of small proportions that only included petite clips of the topography and personalities where a couple of plot twists would harness the interest of readers. Keeping the dialog concise wasn’t a problem, knowing the fast-paced story would maintain focus. I encouraged myself using Hemingwayesque writing techniques of word economy and understatements, as well as limiting heavy literary techniques. But I became lost in the front lines of the Croatian war against the Serbians; neighbors against neighbors, relatives fighting relatives, and friends undermining friends.
     The result became a novel of enormous emotional complexity where love-hate factors came into play. Croatia is a magnificent country with cultural heritage that spans over two thousand years. How was I going to include such depth and intricate behavior of hundreds of generations of multi-racial ethnic groups? I wasn’t!
     Becoming educated in a few of the Croatian moral principles, urban values and the younger generation ideology, I moved forward with a simple approach to writing DUBROVNIK. The issues of friends, neighbors, hate, love, peace and war were reoccurring subjects among the Croats, as well as foreign interference.
     Two historical families came to mind as the main strength of the story; the feud that tore the families apart, the loves that drove them crazy, the hatred they experienced together and the offering of outside help for resolution. I threw all that potency into a blender with the wrath of civil war, killing the enemy at any cost while protecting Croatian heritage into realistic fiction. What unfolded was an exemplary page-turner titled DUBROVNIK. The novel turned out not to be an off-the-cuff affair as you might imagine. It turned out to be my bestselling novel with over three thousand copies sold in Europe as well as thirty-five hundred copies sold in the United States.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Man With a Handgun

On my morning walk down Mulholland Drive as I had walked one hundred times over the past year, I stopped and watched a Great Dane take a dump on a well-manicured lawn in front of a large Mediterranean house. A fat man ran from the house and yelled at me.

“Don’t let your dog shit on my lawn.”

“He’s not my dog,” I yelled back, and started walking again.

I looked back and the man rose up a handgun and shot at me. The bullet hit a Mercedes parked curbside behind me. I ran like a crazed idiot not looking back and I heard the man’s footsteps far behind me. Two more shots were fired, the bullets whizzed by my head. Stepping up my running pace, his footsteps stopped. I ran around the corner, up two blocks and dashed back to my house. What a creep. The man tried to kill me.

The next morning before sunrise I got up, made a cup of coffee and toast and made a decision. After putting on my shorts, Nike’s and a tank top, I grabbed a handful of toilet paper. The man’s house was two blocks down the hill from mine and I made it there within three minutes. I snuck up to his porch, pulled down my shorts and took a long shit on his doormat. I wiped my ass, folded the toilet paper and stuffed it in my shorts.

Hey, if the man was going to kill me over a strange dog taking a crap on his lawn, I sure as hell didn’t feel guilty for taking a shit on his front porch. Lesson given, lesson learned.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Lana Del Rey - Prettyboy

She's hot, she's beautiful, she's talented, she's used. Would love to have Lana Del Rey onboard to play Natalie in my new novel PRETTYBOY: Fabulous Fifties Hollywood; Prettyboy's girlfriend. But you know, Hollywood is a funky place, and only absolutely filthy rich producers and directors move the movie industry. But you know again, I can use Lana Del Rey in my novel as Prettyboy's girlfriend because she's a fictional character in my novel, and fictional characters are allusive. Love Lana Del Rey, and I love Prettyboy: Fabulous Fifties Hollywood more.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Mystery Author Ben Campbell

About Ben Campbell:

Ben Campbell's upcoming publication, © Prettyboy: Fabulous Fifties Hollywood, is freaking amazing; loveable characters carving fate and playing zigzagging eccentric games. Living is at its best. At most, Prettyboy is a cinematic exposé of vitality, parody, spin, satire and twists. Life is great in Hollywood 1954, like crazy like wow.

Actors, money, sex, seduction and illusions; women copied Marilyn Monroe, men copied Marlon Brando and James Dean. The actors were drop dead gorgeous and vulnerable, and they were praised as well as jaded by the media. Older generations misunderstood them. P R E T T Y B O Y: Fabulous Fifties Hollywood, breathes freshness into the timeless era of celebrity beauty, sex and rebellion.