Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Warren Chazan ~ an interview and his novel ~ the Waterhole

Warren Chazan

TITLE: The Waterhole
RELEASE DATE: April 10, 2017
AUTHOR: Warren Chazan
CATEGORIES: Science Fiction/Fantasy
ISBN: 978-1543044768
IMPRINT: Devil’s Tower

My name is Warren Chazan. I was born and raised in South Africa, emigrating to Sydney, Australia in 2005, where I obtained my qualification as an anesthetist. I am very fortunate to live in a beautiful beachside town called Terrigal. I took to writing late in life, when I decided about eight years ago that although medicine was a good career choice, it was not where my ultimate passion lay. It was then that I began to write, submerging myself in creative writing courses, workshops, seminars and fairs. The “Waterhole” is my debut novel that blends together three of my pet interests; astronomy, the possibility that we are not alone in the universe, and humanity’s quest for knowledge (which could ultimately be used for both good and evil).

I hope that with this novel, readers will enjoy what I’ve written, just as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Being an amateur astronomer myself, and the proud owner of a 9.25 inch Cassegrain telescope, I have tried as much as possible to remain true to real Science, while still trying to capture the attention of the average reader, who is simply seeking a fast paced story that they can immerse themselves in and escape the reality of life for a while.

I am now working on my second novel, "Lucifer's Pill,"(a medical thriller) which is in the final stages of editing. I hope to publish this in the near future.


Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Definitely not a morning person. Don’t talk to me before 9am and a good strong coffee. I’ve been known to bark louder than a dog!

Q: Bedtime, relaxing so you can sleep sounds. Is your preference, white noise, TV, soft music, ocean waves, forest or meadow sounds, babbling brook, or something else?
 A: I like to sleep with the TV on. It drives my partner crazy! I guess the soft background voices allow me to relax.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: I’m stuck in the 80’s. I enjoy soft rock, and easy listening music. I’m a huge Elton John and Billy Joel fan, and enjoy anything from Madonna to Manilow.

Q: If your life were a movie, would it be considered an action film, comedy, drama, romance, fantasy or a combination?
A: I would say a drama for sure. I seem to manage to create a lot of that in my life. Every now and again though, I complement that with a touch of comedy and romance.

Q: How do you feel about exercise?
A: I hate it and force myself to do it, because I know it's good for me. Used to go to the gym, now I'm planning to get a dog, which will force me to take long walks! To be honest, I’m a lazy couch potato.


Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: I’d love to say that they just miraculously come to me, but the truth is I’ve stolen a couple from my brother! (he’s okay with that because he has no intention of writing himself) Others come to me after life changing events, ie 911, a death in a family, or something bizarre that I may read about.

Q: Which element of book writing is the most difficult for you?
A: Definitely the voice of a character, and dialogue. It’s what makes the character truly believable as a person, rather than a cardboard cutout.

Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A: Revising, and redrafting, when you finally see it all come together as a finished story.

Q: Who's your favorite author?
A: Stephen King. I love the way he creates such a plausible yet completely screwed up metaphysical scene. He truly is a creative genius.

Q: Do you always know how a story will end when you begin writing it?
A: No, definitely  not. I have a good idea of how I want the plot lines to intertwine, but sometimes an even better idea will come to me while I’m writing a scene.


Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: Lucifer’s pill (name may  still change) It’s a medical thriller about a man in search of his biological origins set against the ruthless world of the pharmaceutical industry. I’ve been told that it has a Dan Brown flavor to it.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: Lucifer’s pill will hopefully be released by year's end, or 2018.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A:  Yes, I do. Here are the links.

KEYWORDS: Alien, Physics, Parallel universe, Cataclysmic, Apocalyptic, frequency, decryption, thriller

Will our technology and quest for knowledge ultimately result in our destruction?

The year is 2051 and NASA, the US military and Australia have launched EMB, an incredible machine that can compress the fabric of space-time, providing us with previously unimaginable detail of the Big Bang and Janine Fuller, a pushy, headstrong anchor for CNNA has just been given the momentous story to break.

Following the launch, an alien internet signal is located coming through the wormhole in an electromagnetic region known as the “Waterhole”. Baffling NASA scientists, the source of the signal does not even appear to emanate from within the known boundaries of our universe.

Concurrent to this, animal migration patterns change, satellites malfunction and a reversal of the magnetic poles takes place. EMB is blamed, but despite official denial from General Smith, a brutal psychopath, with a frightening agenda of his own, Janine is unconvinced. In a world, where escalating mechanical failures, huge tidal surges and mass extinctions are becoming commonplace, Janine, using all resources known to her, goes into espionage mode in search of the truth.

What she discovers is a new reality more terrifying than she could possibly ever have imagined.

 September 17 13:15 Eastern Daylight Time, New York City

255 Wall Street

Lionel Walker brushed the dust off his Ralph Lauren pinstriped suit, straightened his necktie and waited for the elevator to arrive at the twenty-seventh floor of the Trump Building. He glanced at his gold-plated Rolex watch. He was late for his meeting with Edward Bryant, the CEO of the company, and Ed was not one to be kept waiting. He looked at the floor numbers above the four elevators. Two of them were now on the ground floor and stationary, one was on the fifteenth floor and going down, and only one was on the way down from the thirty-fifth floor toward them.

“Damn it!” he exclaimed, looking again at his watch, certain now that he would be even later than he had anticipated.

One would have thought that an office block as busy and important as the Trump Building would have by now had the elevators upgraded to the standard “dynamo express” technology, a much more efficient, safer and reliable system. Lionel knew he wouldn’t be standing here waiting if the upgrade had taken place. The building was like a museum, and required serious refurbishment.

He watched the numbers above the elevator decrease slowly until finally the bell chimed and the door opened. Two smartly dressed women were already inside and the younger, more attractive woman smiled at him. “Going down?” she asked politely. She was wearing a bright-red dress and had a large green broach pinned onto the shoulder. It looked ridiculous.

“Yes thanks.”

The door closed.

“Going down,” said the smooth female voice of the elevator.

Lionel looked around and found a mirror opposite him. He couldn’t help but admire himself surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye, making sure the two women would not notice. He prided himself on his impeccable appearance, and he wanted to be certain there were no creases or stains on his suit jacket. His hair was always neatly combed and his teeth had recently been whitened.

The elevator began to move, but something was not quite right, and Lionel was jolted back into reality. “Hey, didn’t you say this elevator was going down?” he asked the two women.

The older woman frowned, lowered her bifocal glasses and studied the electronic panel. The elevator was in fact going up. Not only that, but it appeared to be accelerating rather quickly.

The three of them nervously watched the numbers increase, as the car accelerated upward. Annoyance had slowly given way to anxiety and by the fortieth floor a sense of panic had set in. There were only sixty floors, and as they sped past the fiftieth, the elevator began to violently shake and Lionel was overcome by a sense of impending doom. All three looked at each other with dread, yet no one spoke. The older woman was now frantically pressing buttons at random, desperately trying to stop the elevator, but to no avail. They all knew what was about to eventuate. As they whizzed past the fifty-fifth floor, the younger woman let out a deathly scream, her eyes as large as golf balls, flicking around the narrow confines of her destined-to-be coffin. Lionel briefly thought about his eight-year-old daughter, who would soon become an orphan. A tear came to his eye just as the car impacted into the ceiling of the sixtieth floor at forty-nine miles per hour, crushing the elevator and all of its contents with such force that it practically disintegrated on impact.



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