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BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
William Galaini grew up in Pennsylvania and Florida. His mother gave him an early love of reading, especially when it came to the great classics of science fiction. He is also a history buff and fascinated by mythology and folklore. His various vocational pursuits include being a singer in a professional high school choir, manager of the call center at a luxury resort, U.S. Army medic, prison guard, and middle school English teacher. As such, he is perfectly suited to breech a solid metal door, humanely restrain the enemy within, and politely correct their grammar all while humming Handel’s Messiah and drinking a lovely cuppa tea.
He currently hangs his hat, rucksack, and tweed smoking jacket in Northern Virginia.
Q: How would you describe yourself as a color? Think personality here. Are you a light and airy pastel person, or more of a deep, dark, sultry and mysterious color?
A: I’m actually colorblind. It doesn’t mean I see only in black and white, but it does mean the cones in my eyes do not process the full spectrum of color. For instance, purple and violet are just blue to me, and pink is either just grey or light blue.
So, with that in mind and in context of the question… does that mean I can’t see my own personality? Is my perception of myself dulled and muted when compared to how others see me? When I try and match my personality with others, do I clash!?
Q: How do you feel when a reader (or a fan) takes the time to contact you?
A: Ecstatic. Honored. Or, at least that’s how I’ll feel if it happens!
Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: Any music that can transport me into the mindset of the performer and composer is what I gravitate toward. I really enjoy music that can convey a story, with or without lyrics. Kitka as well as anything by James Newton Howard is excellent to write to.
I don’t think I have an all time favorite song per se, but there is always an amazing song for a specific moment.
Unless it is ‘My Humps’ by Black Eyed Peas. That song will never be welcome during any moment ever.
Q: If your life were a movie would it be considered an action film, comedy, drama, romance, fantasy or a combination?
A: It would be considered a studio disaster, flopping at the box office and ending the careers of those involved. The script would be a sloppy mess and the director would walk off the set only to be replaced by either a producer or one of the actors that suddenly joins the DGA.
So, basically my life is the movie ‘Town and Country’ starring Warren Beatty.
BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: How do you handle a writer's block?
A: I’m about to curse myself here, but I’ve never had it. When reading and speaking with other writers about the nightmare that writer’s block is, I do my very best not to let on that I have never suffered from “not” being able to write.
Granted, I don’t write every day, and I typically know when to walk away from a blank page or a frustrating segment, but I always can return a few minutes or hours later and be on task.
Q: Do you always know how a story will end when you begin writing it?
A: I always THINK I know. And then the characters do something brilliantly sensible and yoink my intended destination out from under me. This type of organic surprise is my favorite moment of writing: discovering you were wrong and they story itself teaches you what is correct.
Q: Do you like to read the genre that you write?
A: At first I didn’t understand this particular question. I actually could not fathom writing in a genre I didn’t love, but after a few minutes of reflection the callous part of me realized that some people might be capable of writing in a genre that does not compel them. Perhaps this is why I’ve never had writer’s block?
Q: How does the man in your life feel about the genre you write? Has he read any of your work?
A: First off, I think there would be a lot of surprise flying around. Mostly because I’m married to a woman and I’m not sure who ‘man’ this is. But after that initial surprise wears off for my wife and I, we would most likely try and get him onboard with the writing thing. Hopefully he’s a nice lad who enjoys a good read.
BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: My publicist is encouraging me to write a six-part science fiction series. I’ve never done a series before, so the planning is enormous when compared to a single novel. Everything has to be outlined and foreshadowed properly before I take a single step. My main worry is that once volume one is released, I will have set in motion a story arc that cannot be altered beyond a particular direction.
Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: I do, in fact. Thank you. It is called ‘Trampling in the Land of Woe,’ and it is about Hephaestion sneaking into Hell to rescue Alexander the Great. It takes place during the 1920’s on Earth so Hell has trains and zeppelins. It is a blending of Dante’s Divine Comedy and steampunk.
Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
Suspended in the nothing between timelines, the station Janus is an unseen marvel: the greatest technological achievement in human innovation. From Janus, Gustavo and his hand-selected team of historians and engineers venture into the past and observe history, unseen and unnoticed.
But they are not alone.
Another traveler is shattering history. Unhindered by desires to remain scientific and uninvolved, the intruder’s technology is far advanced with methods more brutal and a present more terrifying than anything Gustavo and his team are prepared for. As they apply their intellects and skills towards solving the mystery of the ferocious interloper, they discover that they have its full attention.
Wyatt looked to the heads-up display that covered his face and saw that he was standing in Sierra Leone, West Africa, thirty miles northeast of Freetown. The year was 1994 and the sun stabbed spears of light through the leafy canopy overhead. The common thunderstorms of October had already passed, and the drier air made the leaves vibrant and the breeze less suffocating.
There was a serenity to the wilderness around him that was betrayed the moment he looked at the surrounding carnage.
Wyatt’s feet were silent, even to the birds and insects about, and he softly toed his way among the spent shell casings and strewn viscera toward the table at the center of the abandoned rebel camp. Not a soul breathed except Wyatt and his partner, Rupert.
“We’re clear,” Wyatt said after clicking his com on with his tongue. Despite Rupert being a mere twenty feet away, it was the only way for them to verbally communicate. “I’m not seeing anything breathing within sixty yards of camp. What have you got there?”
With the hints of a crisp West Indies accent, Rupert responded. “I have a trophy table. I count twelve among the dead, but there are more trophies here than that number…so I suspect either prisoners were taken post-amputation or we’re missing a stash of bodies…”
“There are tracks leading out of camp in several directions with blood and tar on the leaves. Maybe the assailants diced them and then dipped the wounds in one of the tar buckets and sent them on their way. Old Navy trick.”
“Maybe …” Rupert replied skeptically. Wyatt looked about some more. Several of the shelters were built into half-dug mounds for keeping them temperate as well as disguised from the air, so he decided to explore one of those. Careful not to slip in the blood pools on the dirt-ramp that led down, Wyatt disappeared into darkness. “Looks like a makeshift armory,” he said, as much for Rupert’s ear buds as Wyatt’s own records. “The usual. Some surface-to-air, AK’s, kids’ versions of AK’s, mines, a lot of Russian made ordnance, but hardly from Russia … most likely diamond-bought from neighbors who in turn got them from the Ukraine…” Wyatt put his face as close as he could without touching the leaning rifle in order to try to read the serial number. “Yep, Ukraine. Made post-bloc and second or third hand.”
Looking further, Wyatt found maps of the region on the wall as well as photos of various local women being gang-raped or beaten to death. A few pictures were of both at once. “These guys were RUF.” Wyatt added finally.
“Clearly, given the year,” Rupert said. “Check out the tent next to that building you’re in and tell me what you think. After that, you’ll really want to see what is on this table I’m looking at…”
“Wilco,” Wyatt said, not unhappy about leaving the armory and its garish photography. Stepping back into the shafted sunlight, he could stand his full height, and spent a moment taking in the camp, as a whole, before moving on.
There were bodies everywhere. The black skin of the Sierra Leone rebels, in some ways, hid how much blood there really was. Blackened and baked, the bodily fluids had soaked into the ground and saturated the torn uniforms and casual clothes the RUF had worn. Some of the dead had their heads literally crushed into the dirt, collapsed with eyes bulging and tongues bitten off into the dust. Others had crumpled sternums, ribs crackled into spider-leg compound fractures jutting up from their chests toward the peeking sun. One man had his pants around his ankles with his genitals torn off and shoved into his mouth. It was clear that while under attack, they were in various stages of dress and preparedness. They had been taken completely off guard.
Wyatt was a veteran of many military and government sanctioned conflicts. Some of those conflicts never even had names. He had seen enough bloodshed and violence that he stopped wondering where his tolerance for it would stop. What he witnessed here was something entirely new. Trying to form the words to explain how astounded he was, Wyatt found that adjectives failed him. So he moved on to the tent that Rupert had indicated prior.
Instantly it was clear what the tent was. In the far back, at the center, was a small television. There were two rows of twig and straw beddings that lined the whole tent and all about were pornographic magazines, board games, empty wine bottles, and drug paraphernalia. Toeing around the bedding, tossed clothes, and bottles, Wyatt made his way to the TV and looked at the VHS cassette tapes. Rambo 2, various Jason and Freddy horror movies, and a few unlabeled tapes were present.
It was clearly a tent for training child soldiers, and at the center of it was a body crushed to the limit of human recognition, its spine bent almost ninety degrees.
Wyatt was familiar with the ‘recruitment’ process of snatching up refugee children, making them think their families rejected them, and desensitizing them through drugs, porn, violence, and cruelty. “Okay, but there are no bodies of kids anywhere.” Wyatt walked through the back of the tent nearest the jungle’s brush line and found a whole row of tiny tracks leading into the darkened depths of the distance. He was about to comment on how they clearly weren’t running given the length between each footprint when he saw a new pair of footprints. They weren’t boots. They looked more like bare feet. And the distinct prints were massive and deep compared to the small march of children’s tracks. All led to the jungle.
Wyatt crouched down at the large prints to make sure his recording devices would pick up everything possible. He switched his HUD to heat vision, cycled through electromagnetic fields, and took a near-silent sonic ‘ping’ that would map out the dimensions of the print. The on-board computer displayed across his vision that the footprint had been pressed into the ground by over three hundred pounds of pressure at a whopping shoe size of eighteen or beyond.
Wyatt gazed out into the jungle, to wherever the large-footed person had guided those children, and wondered where and if he could see someone looking back. He allowed himself a moment.
“Okay, let me see this trophy table.” Wyatt walked around the tent, always cautious of where he was stepping and how hard. To disturb anything whatsoever was a major concern. On his way, Wyatt found another print … large, perfect, and deeper in the front – as if the owner had stomped on the ball of their foot and pivoted… but there were no accompanying prints near it.
Mind still aflutter with the mental sketch of these large assailants, he wasn’t quite ready for what Rupert had to show him. He stood across the table from Rupert, looking down at the large arranged pile of collected hands on top of it. Rupert was constantly tilting his head to allow his eye pieces to take detailed measurements and readings. Some fingers were broken and twisted, but nearly every hand was cleanly severed, some prior to death and some after. Wyatt sighed.
“This is the single largest act of anger I have ever seen. It’s a bloody marvel.”
He had finally found the words he had been looking for.
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Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
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