Today I'm pleased to introduce my guest S.S. Hampton, Sr., who is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle and Iraqi Freedom. His short story BETTER THAN A RABBIT'S FOOT is currently available from Muse It Up Publishing. Welcome!
Tell us a little about
your background and how you became an author.
Well, I’m a Native American, a Choctaw from the Choctaw
Nation of Oklahoma. I am a divorced grandfather to 13 grandchildren, a
published photographer and photojournalist. I’ve wanted to be an author since
the age of 15, because I’ve always had this desire to write, to tell stories. My
writing never went anywhere though I tried and tried, until my first short
story was published in 1992; it wasn’t until 2001 that I was published again,
and then my writing finally started to take off in 2002. I’m not well off yet,
but one can always hope!
What is one of your
favorite books and why?
“Better Than a Rabbit’s Foot” is one of my favorites. First,
it takes place in a location I am very familiar with – a Convoy
Support Center
in northern Kuwait .
Second, it addresses the idea of lucky charms that many Soldiers “believed” in
though they might not admit it. Finally, it addresses the idea, the hope, that
there is someone back home waiting for the Soldier to return from the war.
What inspired you to
write this book?
Due to my military background, and especially my service and
deployment in support of the Global War On Terrorism, I have many thoughts and
ideas. I suppose it’s also because the military world, especially one at war,
is a world that many people don’t understand, and I’d like them to understand. For
example, I remember how the Soldiers looked forward to mail. E-mail is great,
and it’s virtually instantaneous, but there’s something special about holding a
letter or card in hand, knowing that someone cared enough to take a moment out
of a busy day to write something. To receive mail from a loved one, or even a
stranger, whether card, letter, or care package, was always a special moment,
especially when the tired, dusty, sweaty Soldiers returned from missions. Even
if it was late at night and we Orderly Room personnel were off-duty, the
Soldiers who returned to the CSC often asked if they had any mail. We always
checked and if they had any, we gave it to them.
How would you describe
your writing process?
It’s something of an idea that comes to mind, sometimes a title,
followed by identifying and naming characters. Once those are in place, I write
something of an outline, develop the characters more fully, and I research
whatever I need to help bring the story alive. Once I’ve accomplished my first
draft, which incorporates some editing at the same time, I’ll usually put the
story away for a week or two before I go back and edit and polish, until I’m fairly
happy with it. I’m never 100% happy, because I don’t think there is such a
thing as perfection in writing. If you’re not careful, you could edit forever,
agonizing over a comma, apostrophe, or even a word.
How have you marketed
your book?
At this point, through “appearing” on blogs as a guest
blogger, or being interviewed, followed by a promotion of providing a book
cover, an excerpt, and a buy link. Once I’ve got this technique down pat, I’d
like to move into creating “trailers” for my various stories.
What advice would you
give to other authors?
Write. Write every day, whether 500 words or 1,000 words or
more. And write from the heart. Don’t be afraid to express emotion in your
writing. Without emotion, your writing is nothing more than a dry English
report.
Please provide a
favorite excerpt from your book.
The setting is a CSC in northern Kuwait . A young soldier and gunner
on a gun truck, Sergeant Jerry Stanton, is preparing to go on a convoy security
escort mission into Iraq .
Word has come down that a gunner from his unit on a mission up north, has been
killed. As the soldiers prepare for the mission, a mail clerk delivers mail to
them:
With a thoughtful
sigh, Jerry wandered out of the entrance to Conex City
and past a lime-green Porta Potty with a white roof at the end of the four-foot
high sandbag wall. He hopped onto the wall, pulled a small note card out of the
dusty envelope and read, “I wore this just for you. And you weren’t around to
take it off! It was all so unsatisfying! I miss you! Hurry back! I love you.
Lucy. PS: More to come! A care package is on the way too! AND DON’T FORGET WHO
YOU BELONG TO!”
He grinned and
chuckled as he pulled a black satin leg garter trimmed with yellow lace and
matching yellow ribbon, out of the envelope. For a moment he almost sang the
words to a famous song from the 1970s. The wind tried to snatch the
memory-filled lingerie from his fingers. He lowered the bandanna, pressed the
soft material against his nose and closed his eyes. It smelled of patchouli
perfume, his favorite, and of Lucy’s loving and lusty, musky scent. He grinned
again at the thought that it would be just like her if she deliberately scented
it for him.
Jerry continued
to press the soft material against his face and kept his eyes closed…
Where can readers find
you and your book?
With your military background, this sounds like a great read! Thank you for being a guest today!!
--KSR Writer
A touching excerpt, Stan. This sounds like a really good story. Good luck with it
ReplyDeleteWendy,
ReplyDeleteThank you. And I wish the same for you.
Stan