- Daniel G. Keohane
- (pronounced Ko-Hane)
- Dan is the Bram Stoker-nominated author of Plague of Darkness, Solomon’s Grave, and the critically-acclaimed Margaret's Ark. Writing as G. Daniel Gunn, he released Destroyer of Worlds and the novella (written with L.L.Soares) Nightmare in Greasepaint (Samhain Publishing),. His short stories have appeared in Cemetery Dance, Shroud Magazine, Apex Digest and many more. He and his family live in New England.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
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Monday, December 10, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
So, I need to answer some questions for you:
My next release is titled Plague of Darkness. You’ve probably heard mention of it over the years in my posts. I’ve been editing it from line one to ‘the end’ quite a few times, and it’s almost ready to make it’s appearance, probably early next year.
2) Where did the idea come from for the book/work?
Quite a few years back, when I was attending the Catholic church in town, the parish was having a dedication / consecration ceremony on its 40th anniversary. Seems the Catholic church (among other denominations) won’t fully consecrate (make holy with a ritual ceremony) a building unless they own it. If there’s a mortgage, then the bank owns it. Long story short, we crammed into the small church for the ceremony. As it went on I began to imagine what would happen if all the stained glass windows went black and we were trapped inside. The next day I was telling someone at work about the service, and he asked if churches ever deconsecrate a building. I didn’t know – but I assumed so (they do). Of course, deconsecrating a church might cause the windows to turn black.... A year or so later I was considering some new novels to write and this image kept coming to mind. I closed my eyes and opened the Bible to a random page and pointed (as I had done with Solomon’s Grave) and my finger landed on the story of the Plague of Darkness in Exodus.... I knew I had my story.
3) What genre does your book/work fall under?
I’d say it falls under horror or suspense, but with a biblical theme like Solomon’s Grave or Margaret’s Ark. This one is a bit darker than the previous two, but I have to admit, it’s an original.
4) What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?
No clue on this one. I have my own images of what the characters look like. At least one, a teenager named Gem, is based on an actual person I knew years ago. But casting the movie... too early to even muse on that.
5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
People hide their secrets in the dark, but sometimes that same darkness will bring them to light.
6) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Oh, I’m done with agents for a while. I actually had this book with a major NY agent for a while. It was an honor to be ignored by an NY agent instread of my previous agent. Not. And going with the small press doesn’t appeal to me, considering I’ve been fairly successful with Margaret’s Ark on my own. I’ll probably put Plague of Darkness out via my own Other Road Press imprint unless something comes up beforehand.
7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?
About a year, but it’s gone through somewhere around twelve rewrites since then.
8) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
I was worried when Frank Peretti and Ted Dekker came out with their House while I was writing Plague, but that ended up seems to be a completely different book. Same genre, though. It’s a haunted house story, using a biblical theme as it’s basis, and with a unique kind of haunting.
9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?
I think all that was covered above, but I was inspired after finishing Solomon’s Grave to do another biblical-based horror novel (Solomon was written after Margaret’s Ark, though published first).
10) What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?
As with most of my books, the characters have to be real and the book needs to be about them. In this case, there are five characters (four in the house but a fifth who had a lot of influence on their past lives) who need to be as real as I could make them because their stories, their secrets, is what builds the book. I did a lot of research, for example, on the Khmer Rouge and Pol Pot’s reign of terror, even interviewed someone who lived in that era in Cambodia to flesh the story of Seyha Watts. The above mentioned fifth character, Ray Lindu, was more a side reference when I wrote the first couple of drafts, but over revisions he became a more terrible person, to the point that the entire story changed when he changed. It was an interesting process. Have to admit, this book took forever to finish. It kept 'morphing into something else when I wasn’t paying attention.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
While I work it out, here are the links. Margaret's Ark has been getting some amazing reviews. Nothing nicer for a writer to get so many kudos from people he doesn't know! :-)
So here's the link for Margaret's Ark:
And Solomon's Grave: http://www.amazon.com/Solomons-Grave-ebook/dp/B00852YEBG/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1353429400&sr=1-3
And of course my evil twin's novel Destroyer of Worlds: http://www.amazon.com/Destroyer-of-Worlds-ebook/dp/B006ZZ0SHO/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1353429465&sr=1-1
Friday, November 02, 2012
Well after about 10,000 words the story stalled - I know it's first draft and an exercise in writing non-stop, but EZRA feels like something I need to put aside and see what percolates.
In the meantime I've got Plague of Darkness out, and am making some 11th hour editing changes - looking at all the pieces of this pretty big puzzle and working out some changes to plot, bringing some answers into the story earlier, etc. I like how it's coming along, so the rest of NaNoWriMo time will be in here, where my time should be at this point I think
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
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- You can also mail a check to me or Anne, making it out to The National MS Society.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
G. Daniel Gunn, my name mixed with a faimily name, a way to make the horror style of anything else I wrote stand out. Someone likes Margaret's Ark, they'll look for more books by Daniel G Keohane. Someone likes Destroyer of Worlds, they'll look for more from Mr.Gunn. Now if I can convince the publisher of Christmas Trees & Monkeys to change the name as well...
It's not unique. Other writers have done this in the past (one extremely good dart player who comes to mind is author Michael Marshall Smith, aka Michael Smith, aka Marshall Smith).
Thanks. Let me know what you think....
aka, G :-)
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Monday, July 02, 2012
Anyway, yay, got it done. More to do, more to write, more to be, but that's life. So much coming up in next couple of days.
Getting married in two more days. Yep. Most people in our various circles already know this, but I'll wager not everyone. No matter. Linda and I are very happy and excited about it. Going to be a small ceremony, then off to Newport for the day. Watch the fireworks. Be married. Going to be fun. :-)
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
That kind of thing. Mental, creative procrastination. Meanwhile, nothing is written.
So, I have an idea. Yet another, true, but I like this one. Inspired by Tam's post, but also a line from Matt Mikalatos' book Imaginary Jesus:
"You're so afraid of your imagination," Pete said. "You never use it for good things because you're worried you'll end up imagining something pornographic. You need to get control of yourself. The imagination can be purified like any other part of you."And the fact that I still owe Mom a birthday present from January, and promised Dad a painting for his which was last week. And I stand at the art closet dreading any pending creativity. Then I thought of it the idea, I mean. Mom's going to be getting a bit of a selfish (to me) present... but then again, being a parent myself, it might be exactly what she would have asked for, had she even known she wanted it. :-)
More as it unfolds and I make sure I don't cop out.
Accountability. It works. If you take it seriously.
Friday, June 15, 2012
I need to break out, I need to build words, need to use my talents as it were. Songs like this one just speak to my heart, my yearning to create. I haven't written a single word in 2 years. Trying to break out, but I just sit. so many things I want to write. I'll start with this, sharing the wall which I built in my way, here and, in effect, start writing. See what happens.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
A faithful reader and fallen writer who yearns for that joy to return.
Monday, June 04, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
About six months ago, at the half-way mark of the school year, my daughter Amanda's dance class had an open house. It consisted of a couple dozen parents politely battling for the best vantage point in three square feet of changing area, and observing their daughters partake in a typical weekly dance lesson. As I've mentioned, it's the half-way point in the season, and a pre-cursor to the year-end dance recital. A way to get the kids used to being watched, ahead of time versus having the recital be the first time. Just in case.
Amanda is four years old at this point, as are most of the other dozen or so girls in her class. That morning, I found a snazzy spot for video-taping (though at times I had to film her reflection in the wall-length mirror because the girl beside her kept moving in the way).
(No, this isn't a pompous, deep lecture on the nature of the universe. Just a nice, tender moment in the life of yours truly. If you find yourself getting bored, feel free to hang out in the lobby and have a smoke.)
So, the dancing went about as well as could be expected, every parent being drowned in a tidal wave of cute. Amanda's primary move during each number was to very slightly shift one or two toes, and scratch her neck. It took me a while to figure out that the neck-scratching was going on because Amanda must have figured out (chalk one up for the child making a good decision) that it would be more beneficial to the group as a whole if she scratched her neck rather than scream in terror and pass out after vomiting on the instructor's tap shoes.
Nevertheless, it was a tender moment between father (and mother, brother and sister) and daughter. Now and again while scratching Amanda would venture a look at me then visibly cringe in pure unadulterated fear. It was sweet.
Time passed. Amanda knew she'd scratched more than danced (she saw the video, of course) but it really didn't matter to her because she survived the ordeal. As the weeks ticked toward the end of the season, the recital loomed on the horizon.
Now, for those of you daughter-less folks out there, at the end of every dance school season, they all get up on a stage, under spotlights, and dance, dance, dance. Teenage students, instructors, two-year-olds and four-year-olds. The younger kids are usually on and off early, with one or two numbers done with the rest of their class.
Amanda's class would be performing third and seventh (roughly). As the weeks became days, I noticed Amanda moving and dancing around the house as if following a choreographer only she could see. She really loves to dance, that much was obvious. She just hates an audience.
The open house being a fairly good indicator of what was to come, I quickly showed signs of pre-rehearsal jitters. Amanda promised us, though, that she wouldn't be all upset and nervous. But we could NOT talk about the rehearsal nor the recital. We don't mention it, she doesn't drop out. Fair enough.
Thursday evening, June 3rd. My Dad's birthday and the rehearsal for Amanda's dance recital the following day. Open seating. We all fidgeted in our seats with excitement. (Let me say, as an aside, that Andrew is a wonderful big brother: he sat there, as nervous as me. He wanted his little sister to do well. We all did.)
We all wanted that bright miracle to happen: the one you see in expensively-done movies, where the wallflower comes out of her shell at the last moment and shines for all to see.
We really wanted that to happen.
And it did.
Amanda's troupe came marching out in their tights (no costumes for rehearsals) and tap shoes, stood there holding each other's hands like nervous statues. The music started, and they danced. Amanda, like her classmates, kept her eyes riveted to the instructor who crouched along the front of the stage, arms moving rapidly in visual instructions for the children's feet and arms to follow. They watched her, sang quietly along with the song, and moved their arms and legs and danced the dance they'd rehearsed in class for the past two months. Amanda, too. Not once did she make even the SLIGHTEST gesture which looked even REMOTELY like neck-scratching. Now and then, she'd dare look over at us, see our obviously-wonderstruck expressions, and smile (looking exactly like her Auntie Ellie when she did, I might add).
Amanda was in her glory, doing what she loved, and doing it very well. Unlike the first time we'd seen her dance, when she barely moved her legs and didn't DARE raise her arms too high, here she was, less than six months later, arms moving deliberately in time with the song (an old 1930's number, by the way -- dance classes love music from that art deco era), looking like she was exactly where she wanted to be.
And four rows away, her Dad's heart split apart at every seam. I sat there, in unrepentant love for my daughter who danced upon that stage. Amanda, my sparring partner, the one I've battled with so often and most often (for no other reason than we're too much alike).
That night, as she finished her first dance and momentarily came out with her class for the second, I saw her, more than any other time, as an independent person. Not "My Daughter Amanda", or "My Second Child," but Amanda Keohane. Dancing means something special to her. Whether it's a towering passion or a simple pleasurable experience, I don't know, and for that matter it's none of my business. She went out there and poured it on for no one else but herself. Sure, pleasing one's parents is a pretty powerful force behind humanity. But, honestly, I think it was more than that. After the initial open house, seeing Amanda so nervous, I could never be sure whether she would ever be able to come to grips with the fear of being the center of attention.
But in the end, I suppose, her love of dancing overcame all that. I know, I know. In a year or two she may have forgotten dancing and moved on to softball. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe years from now she'll still be dancing on that (or some other) stage spinning in a solo. (By the way, the actual recital was a treat, costumes and all, but it could never have the same impact as the rehearsal did to Dear Old Dad.)
And maybe I'll have forgotten all about that moment on June 3, 1999. But I don't want to. At least not yet. What I observed that evening was just too special, too bright a spark in the slow moving river of life to simply let fall away. That's why I'm writing this.
So I'll remember my daughter, and the moment she became real.
June 21, 1999.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Anyone can bring a piece of writing they enjoy — a poem, short-short story, essay, paragraph, scene from a play —to share with the audience. Original writing is welcome, as is the work of others.
Sponsored by the Princeton Arts Society, the readings will take place in the PAS Room of the Princeton Center, 18 Boylston Ave. princeton MA. For more information, e-mail email@example.com.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Wow... CONTENT on Dan's blog... cool....
Monday, April 23, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Hi, everyone. There's a new movie review of mine for the newly-released LOCKOUT over at Cinema Knife Fight. Check it out, let me know what you think...
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
The first GREAT novel of 2012….
...DESTROYER OF WORLDS is a brilliant novel where nothing is as it seems. The first half reads like a clever take on the end-times thriller genre with a serial killer sub-plot to give it a unique flavor. But by the second half, Keohane assaults the reader with so many twists, turns, and surprises you won't know which way is up or down. Add a satisfying conclusion and you have the first must-read novel of 2012. Don't miss it."- Nick Cato, author of Don of the Dead
This is a breif summary. For the full review, check out Nick's blog at:
Friday, February 03, 2012
Thursday, February 02, 2012
- The World of Null-A by A.E. van Vogt
- The Abbey by Chris Culver
- Halloween Masks: A Trio of Tales by Jeffrey Thomas
- Missing Monday by Matthew Costello
- Ursa Major by John R. Little
- The Invasion by William Meikle
- Game of Thronesby George R.R. Martin
- O is for Outlaw by Sue Grafton
- Dreamality by Bob Coy
- The Life and Times of Girolamo Savanarola (Kindle edition) by Pasquale Villari (author) & Linda Villari (translator)
- Your Artist's Brain(Kindle edition) byCarl Purcell
- Fearless (Kindle edition) by Max Lucado
- Screenplay: The Foundations of Screenwriting by Syd Field (this is sort of a pick up & put down for a while thing)
Monday, January 30, 2012
Corey Union's world is about to end.
Around every corner lurk the inevitable signs of a coming doomsday. Corey moves his wife and daughter to a new home nestled in the woods… but nothing is what it seems in this man’s world.
Elderly sociopath Hank Cowles and his little dog take a deadly interest in the Union family. Beautiful recluse Vanessa believes she is Corey's only chance for survival, even if saving the man means destroying his family, and his sanity, forever.
Destroyer of Worlds
Other Road Press
Trade paperback, 292 pages, only $12.99
Kindle version only $2.99!