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Conversations with KG Finfrock

Such a pleasure doing this interview. Thank you for inviting me.

Rami Ungar The Writer

Hello, and welcome back to another interview. I’m so glad I’m able to spotlight so many different authors lately. Really livens things up a bit, and it’s a great way to connect with new friends and new readers. And today’s interview is with a new acquaintance whom I met through the Horror Writers Association. She’s a writer, editor, and she’s hear to talk about her work.

Please welcome KG Finfrock.

Rami Ungar: Welcome KG. Tell us about yourself and your novel House of Redemption.

KG Finfrock: I love to listen to people’s stories. I had a friend in high school who was a pathological liar and I didn’t care. I loved to hear the stories she would weave as truth. I love to get people to open up about what’s going in their lives and where they’ve gone. Being a homebody, I’m happy to live vicariously through their experiences…

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On Writing: Being Brave

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I finished the second draft of my short story Good Thoughts. I won’t lie. I loved it. It’s fabulous. It’s all that I hoped it would be. Good hook, strong ending. I don’t mind saying the middle’s pretty good too. Time to press the send button to my buddies … my buddies who will find what I missed, and possibly rip it to shreds. All the doubt that lingers outside the door rushes in. Why did I press send? I should have added more to the ending. Was more detail needed? Should I have gotten more technical? The publisher’s going to hate it. What was I thinking?

Perhaps the better question is why do I doubt myself? Why do writers go through this act of self-depreciation? If I liked the story I sent out, I already know it’s a good story. It might need a little fixing (and it did) and that’s just it, it’s fixable. Why go through the act of a whining puppy pissing on the floor begging for approval? The only answer I have to the question is  it’s human nature. I’d like to say it gets easier with more writing, more critiquing, more experience, but I’d be telling a big fat lie. It is what it is. Face the fear of rejection and fix what needs fixing.

But the most important message is to give people the opportunity to say that they love your story. Give them the opportunity to read it. Don’t write and hide it. Don’t write and be afraid someone won’t like it. You can’t please everyone. Your story won’t be for everyone. You could write a classic beautiful romance story that sells to a million and I would still puke because no matter how good you are, I don’t care for romance novels. I give my horror novel to a romance novel lover and guess what? Guess where that one star review came from. Someone who reads mostly romance. You won’t find romance in House of Redemption (maybe a little lust). Ultimately, did I get butthurt over that one star review? Not at all. It wasn’t applicable to my novel as this person was not my reader (aka a person who reads horror).

You cannot enjoy the perks, the endorphins that flood your body, when someone says they loved your story if you do not give them the opportunity to read.

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Crash and Burn and Emerge Again

God and a writer have something in common. They both create worlds. They both create people. They both intervene on individual’s lives, both blessing and cursing them.

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My first story that I began a gazillion years ago had a working title of House. I fell in-love with my character Victoria. She was gorgeous with flowing auburn hair, smart, compassionate, and brave. The story placed Victoria leaving the library when the limousine cut in front of her blocking her way. Two men headed toward her. And this is where the story stopped for all time. I would not continue because I know what was in store for Victoria. I couldn’t let the scene happen. I wouldn’t hurt/kill her.

Some would say that as the author I have the ability to change the trajectory of Victoria’s path. I could. However, it wouldn’t be true to the story. The readers might not know, but I would.

I find myself in this position once again while writing the sequel to House of cb386-front2bcoverRedemption. The words were flowing. I was getting to know the characters. Everything was working the way it was intended.

And then came the dilemma and I chose to be selfish.

You see writing House of Redemption was a bit of therapy for me. The sad fact is that you can’t flay a pedophile in the real world and not go to prison for it, but you can do a lot worse to the kiddie fiddler when you are writing fiction. I enjoyed the scenes of Tom getting his ass kicked more than I should. And here comes the dilemma.

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It was my intention that the souls would remain in Blackstone Resort. Now ghosts, they would relive their vision of Hell. The remaining survivor (no spoilers here) would find a way to free the trapped souls.

And then I came upon the conundrum. If I free the souls, that would mean I also release the pedophile from his hell. I’m not ever going to be ready to let bygones be bygones. He will suffer forever in my fictional hell because I know the (long list of profane name calling) POS isn’t suffering from his crimes even if he is serving in prison for the rest of his life .

The alternate ending is the souls are not released. It’s all or nothing and if I choose that ending, the survivor is now damned. What Hell does this character inherit during the remaining years and worse after death?

As in my first story, I love my character. I cannot , I will not, damn my character’s soul. I will not free the pedophile.

The characters that haunt me will join Victoria and remain frozen in time.

On the day I decided to stop writing the sequel, a message popped up on my phone screen. It said.

Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.

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When I wrote House of Redemption, I wrote it as a stand alone story. It was never my intention to write a sequel and considering how much time has passed since the novel was published, I don’t think I was meant to continue the storyline. Best to leave it to the reader’s imagination as to what comes next.

I’m ready to stop looking back. I ‘m ready to start fresh. Ready to begin a new adventure.

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