One of the things I like most about Halloween is ghost stories and Northern Nevada has some chilling stories! Most people associate ghosts with old houses or graveyards. Apparently ghosts can reside anywhere there are strong feelings or intense memories. I'm thrilled to be at Brenda Whiteside's blog today chatting about a sighting not far from my current office.
Wishing all of you a Happy Halloween! Hope to see you there!
Claiming that he found the secret a dying Dr. Campbell hands
a vial of pills to Dr. Paul Beecher who slips the pills into his pocket. When his young daughter accidentally gives him
one of the pills during a migraine, the kind family doctor finds himself swept
up in horrifying events beyond his control. Can the good doctor stop the
madness in time?
Although the film has several flashes of iconic horror
scenes, a mysterious old house, creepy laboratory with bats, lovely woman fleeing
in terror, vampire fans expecting the suave elegance of Bella Lugosi will be
kept waiting. Despite a number of bodies
with the tell-tale fang marks in the neck, the title monster’s transformation
and storyline is more The Wolf Man than Dracula.
Those horror fans that love their monsters whether they’re fanged, furry
or with fins will enjoy The Vampire even without the cape and the smooth
accent. Vampire purists may prefer to stick to the classic Dracula or even Fright Night (the 1985 original or
the 2011 remake).
In celebration of the release of Ladies Man, the production team shares what they consider the best of the West. They worked with me on Package Deal and Hot Flash and I'm thrilled to work with them again.
Personally, I'm pretty fond of the scenery throughout the West-not to mention how varied it is. You've got the stark beauty of the desert, the coast across California, even thick forests up in Washington. The weather can be a bit crazy sometimes, but there is always a gorgeous spot somewhere around the corner.
In addition to formatting, Stevie does cover design. Featured is one of her covers.
When asked what I love about the West, I had to stop and
think. As a Southern girl, it pains me
to say that the furthest west I’ve ever been is Louisiana.
So, I had to go deeper into things I like about the West.
And what intrigues me is the history. So many great things happened during the
expansion of America. Gunslingers, Indian Chiefs fighting for their
people, cowboys herding cattle, the iron horse, bison...And all the sites! I’d love to see the Alamo,
dip my feet into Pacific ocean, ghost hunt in
a real ghost town, visit the Hoover Dam, the Grand Canyon
and where Custer (who I think was an idiot) made his last stand.
But my interest in the historical West started more, or
less, with reruns of television shows from the 1950’s and 60’s. Young Clint Eastwood playing cowboy Rowdy
Yates, James Arness as Matt Dillon (still don’t know why he never married Miss
Kitty), my strange crush on Hoss Cartwright—I know he’s not the best looking
Cartwright, but I think he would have made a hell of a good husband and
father…Did you know his name is actually Eric Haas Cartwright? Bet you didn’t.
But it has to be Chuck Connors-- cowboy, father, marksman
and overall hottie, Lucas McCain that has me wanting to don spurs and ride into
the sunset. That chiseled jaw, that
piercing stare, the immense size of the man, broad shoulders, narrow hips….yep,
he was a romance novel hero before I even knew about romance novels.
So, here’s to the faux-none to factual Old West….where you
never saw a cowboy in the outhouse.
Never smelled him after he’d been sewn into his long underwear all
winter, and who always, always had strong, white teeth and minty fresh breath.
The Old West of the 1950’s.
It’s just too good to be true.
Living in the mountains
in northern Colorado, what I like best in the West is when fall rolls
around. The leaves change, mostly aspen turning gold and orange and, if
we're very lucky, red. The air turns cool and so crisp you feel you could
cut it with a knife. The smoky smell from people's fireplaces fills the
air. There's something fundamentally different about the smell of smoke
in the fall. Summer campfires smell ofpicnics
and outdoor family time, hotdogs and toasted marshmallows. Winter fires
smell like warmth and cuddling up under a warm blanket with a dog or two and a
good book. They smell like home.
To me nothing captures the spirit of the West with its wide
open skies and landscapes like a Western. Destry Rides Again (1939) was James
Stewart’s first Western and is tops on my must-see movie list. The folks of
Bottleneck are confounded when Destry (Stewart) their sharpshooter new deputy
refuses to carry a gun. Armed with a
quick wit, Destry upholds the law without firing a shot. But corruption runs
deep in Bottleneck and an armed standoff between Destry and the mayor’s hired
guns is inevitable.
As with many of his roles, Stewart comes across as Everyman
Nice Guy. However there are a few key scenes where the Nice Guy façade drops
and Destry stares at his opponent with a cold glare with a rage held barely in
check. The effect is chilling. To me that look is well-worth the price of