What are you currently working on? What is coming up for you?
I've just finished the first draft of a novel, a Lovecraftian horror comedy set in Scotland
which I'll be trying to sell once it's complete. I'm also considering turning it into a script
as BBC Scotland are on the hunt for Scottish talent at the moment.
I'm about two chapters from the end of my vampire trilogy, and the dramatis personae
are gathered at Culloden for the big finish. I'm hawking the first two books around
publishers at the moment, so keep everything crossed for me.
That's all I can see for the next month or so, then I really need to get back to gainful
employment, as the coffers are running on near empty.
Is there anything else you want to tell the readers?
The people who've influenced me most are the people I read in my early teens - Edgar
Rice Burroughs, H Rider Haggard, Robert Louis Stevenson, Arthur Machen, Algernon
Blackwood, Conan Doyle, H.P Lovecraft, Tolkein, Michael Moorcock and, yes, Bram
Stoker. They taught me how to plot, how to keep a story moving, and have given me a
somewhat old fashioned, pulpy, writing style, but I'm comfortable with it.
When I'm not writing I drink beer, eat curries, play guitar and shout abuse at big dumb
actors in big dumb action movies. Occasionally I get out of the house to watch some
wildlife and tramp around some of Scotland's wilder bits.
You'll find more about the books, including extracts and reviews, over at my home page. Thanks for the chance to ramble on for a bit. My home page is at http://www.willie.meikle.btinternet.co.uk
Willie Meikle June 14th 2002
BOOK REVIEW
THE BOOK OF THE DARK
by William Meikle
Originally published by Greatunpublished
ISBN 1-58898-172-X
284 pages
Scheduled for re-release by Black Death Books sometime in the future.
Willie (William?) Meikle is a master at the horrific image, and his vision haunts me. The newborn baby burning in the first rays of sun, little sharp fangs in its pale pink gums. The first image of the vampire as it begins to feed, nothing more than a skeleton, bones and sinew. "Tony stood, frozen in horror, as goblets of flesh and blood passed through the wasted gullet. His eyes widened as the tissue fell through the rib cage, but
