Writer Profiles – Author Jeremy C. Shipp

Everyone has a story to tell; each one of us a writer of poetry – some, without even realising. That stream of consciousness that runs in our veins? It’s poetry waiting to be written. We believe in the power of words, and that power is what urged us to set up PoetsIN.

It’s because of those inner streams, that we bring you this regular interview feature, Writer Profiles. An interview with a writer. Some you’ll know, some you won’t.

This week we meet a writer of extraordinary talent that you may well be familiar with. His name is Jeremy C. Shipp.

So, relax with a goblet of plasma and read this week’s writer profile.

Who are you and what do you do?

The man himself – Jeremy C Shipp

My name is Jeremy C. Shipp, and I’m an author of weird, dark fiction. I write the sorts of books that you can bury in unhallowed ground and the novels will germinate into gnarled trees made of tendons and bones. When I’m not writing, I’m butlering for cats, and chatting with ghosts, and inhaling every taco in sight. I routinely dream about colossal sea creatures.

What is your relationship with words and how has that evolved?

As a kid, I would read through the dictionary for fun, and nothing much has changed since then. I still marvel at the magic and musicality of language. I love that even a single word can bring to mind complex ideas and emotions.

How long have you been writing, what is your favourite style of writing and why?

I wrote my first short story in fourth grade, and my first novel when I was thirteen, and my muse hasn’t left me since. Different styles work for different stories, but more than anything, I adore poetic, imaginative prose.

Can you remember the catalyst for you beginning to write? If so, what was it?

When I was young, I would always play pretend with my brothers, and we populated our little world with mummies and neanderthals and grim reapers. Also, almost every night, my father would read to us from the works of Ray Bradbury and HG Wells and Jules Verne and others. I always loved stories. I always loved building worlds and people. And when I first tried my hand at writing fiction, it felt like home.

Bedfellow by Jeremy – click to buy.

What is your favourite word?

I have many favorites, and they tend to change with each new phase of the moon. Right now, I’m feeling phantasmagorical and eldritch and labyrinthine. Perhaps tomorrow my new favorite will be spork.

How does a story start with you? Is it a strange little occurrence that you build a story around, or does the story come first?

The texture of the initial kernel changes from story to story. Sometimes I’ll conjure up a bizarre image in my mind’s eye. Sometimes I’ll come up with an intriguing overall concept. Sometimes I’ll devour a hundred poltergeists and freewrite.

Do you have any unusual habits when you finish a story a la Misery?

Whenever I finish a book, the clowns in my attic construct a balloon version of me and smash my doppelganger’s ankles with a balloon sledgehammer. It’s all in good fun. As for me, I tend to celebrate with a colossal bowl of chili cheese fries.

What would be the one book you insist everybody read?

For fans of dark fiction, I would highly recommend William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist. Even if you’ve already seen the film, you owe it to yourself to read the book. It is breathtaking.

Read The Exorcist

Bedfellow is truly one of the most original, crazy and downright beautifully dark books I’ve read in a very long time. Tell us how on earth it came to be.

Thank you! I wanted to write a book about a monster who showed up out of nowhere and insinuated himself into the lives of a family. I wanted the psychological pressure to build exponentially as the story progressed.  It’s difficult for me to say more without giving too much away about the story itself.

Are there any elements of you in your stories’ protagonists?

There are often a few shards and chunks of myself embedded in the psyches of my protagonists, or even my antagonists. For example, in Bedfellow, Marvin’s obsession with bad movies reflects my own. And like Imani, I enjoying PUNishing people with paronomasia and other forms of cheesy wordplay.

If our readers were to start on your books, where would you recommend they begin?

If you’re in the mood to visit a gothic house that is equally grotesque and bewitching, I would recommend The Atrocities. If, on the other claw, you want to meet the psychologically-insidious monster I mentioned earlier, then I would go with Bedfellow.

Start with The Atrocities – click for book.

What book is on your bedside table right now?

Nestled between a Sharknado figurine and a can of Ecto Cooler, there’s a copy of Junji Ito’s Frankenstein waiting to be experienced. I had a bit of a scare last night when the book was struck by a bolt of lightning, and tiny, patchwork arms burst forth from the spine, but thankfully the pages themselves weren’t damaged.

Is there any advice you can give to aspiring novelists?

-sleep on a pillow stuffed with your favorite novels
-clean your house when you should be writing
-snuggle your pets when you should be cleaning
-eat barbecue chips
-read and write whatever galvanizes your soul
-be proud of your rejection letters, because they merely signify that you’re on an epic adventure through the jagged terrain of the land of books

Writer’s block, real or a myth?

Writer’s block is a creature that can take many dastardly forms. For me, the most dangerous manifestation is burnout. I have attempted to write way too much in way too short a time, and that always causes my brain to melt and then explode and then implode. It’s not fun.

Finish this sentence… Words are the epitome of…

For me, words are the epitome of layered expression.

Words are the epitome of layered expression.

What are you working on right now?

I can’t share too many details at this point, but I’m writing a new horror novel about a cult, and phone apps, and animatronic eggs.

What does the future hold for you?

According to my scrying pickle, someday soon I will find myself in a basement full of mannequins wearing Hamburglar masks. Hundreds of human-faced spiders will crawl out of the mouth holes of the masks, and I will be armed with nothing but a titanium spork. For some reason, the scrying pickle can’t show me what happens next. Anyway, I have all that to look forward to.

Thanks so much to Jeremy for this incredibly enjoyable interview. You can ride his idiosyncratic roller coaster further on social media – click the blue to link to his Twitter and Facebook

Jeremy adds: “You can also contact me by dreaming about an anthropomorphic parsnip with my face and handing him a scroll with a message written in blood.”

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