Jolene Houser Support Book and Dusk (Vol. 2) by David Doub

 

 

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CONTACT: David Doub
1023 Porter Place, Sanger TX 76266
940-735-1546; david@duskcomics.com

JOLENE HOUSER SUPPORT BOOK AND DUSK (VOL. 2) BY DAVID DOUB.

PROCEEDS TO BENEFIT ARIZONA ARTIST JOLENE HOUSER

"On her way to the convention Saboten-Con, artist Jolene Houser was in a car accident. She had a fractured skull, 17 stitches in her forehead, 6 staples on her elbow from a large laceration, and a fractured #1 vertebrae. During the show, all the fans and staff were very supportive and sent their well wishes the best they knew how, but that got some of us thinking. Why stop there? To show our support for Jolene and her amazing talent, we've put together this sketchbook. All profits will be given to Jolene to help with various bills stemming from the accident and her medical care."
~ David Doub, author and publisher, Dusk Comics  

Comic book artists are a special breed, and Arizona native Jolene Houser, who has been a comic book fan ever since she got her first taste of Witchblade and Sailor Moon , is no exception. This serious student was studying all forms of art in order to advance her skills and further her work in her Arizona studio when she was in a serious car accident she is still struggling to recover from.
 

To help with the inevitable medical bills, co-artist and friend David Doub, author and publisher of Dusk Comics, organized their fellow artists to put together the Jolene Houser Support Book. The book's goal is clear. As the title page says, "We can rebuild her. Better. Faster. Stronger. Starring Jolene Houser as the Bionic Artist." 

This outpouring of love and respect contains 32 pages of sketches drawn by 17 different artists, and all proceeds from net sales go directly to Jolene. Doub notes that the book, available online through Amazon and Barnes and Noble, is POD and will not run out of stock. 

Also, since Jolene drew one-third of the illustrations for volume 2 of Doub's vampire comic creation Dusk, Doub is donating these proceeds (from online sales or orders through Ingrams) to her as well through May 31, 2011, though he notes that the support book will continue to be sold, with all proceeds going to Jolene, for as long as needed. "Artists have to pull together and help each other," he says.

In Dusk (Vol. 2), Doub's protagonist, Eve, is still in a trap of her own devising, trying to find her place in a horrid supernatural world that doesn't want her. She thinks she loves a vampire, but maybe she's just addicted to the power of his blood?
Notes Doub, "Eve encounters everything from zombies to demons, and the morality of her life is always murky at best."

For more information on the Jolene Houser Support Book or Dusk (Vol. 2), contact david@duskcomics.com.
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♫ Mr. Mojo Risin'♫ - In a 'Morrison' State-of-Mind

So for a few days last week, I was in a (Jim) Morrison state of mind. From posting pics of Jim on this blog's affiliate FaceBook page to reflecting on some of Jim's well known words of wisdom, which are still relevant today.

Although I was born some 7 or 8 years after Morrison had passed in 1971, he has no doubt influenced and continues to influence generations, and I can count myself among them.

Growing up, and even as recently as a few years ago, I had a poster or two of Jim and The Doors  on my bedroom walls, I own a couple albums and even T-shirts and a key chain or two. I've read of Jim's poetry and recently, back in April 2010, I went, even though slightly under the weather, to one of the selected screenings of 'When You're Strange'

Ultimately though, the biggest thing for me and an experience I will never forget (as it was one of the things on my list of "to do before I die") was when I got to visit Jim's grave in the Père Lachaise Cemetery back in the early 2000's. 

It was there after and then after that I was inspired to make an attempt at writing my first novel. Began in 2004, and then re-vamped (no pun intended) in 2009. With currently three chapters in, it's a Work In Progress.

Below is an excerpt from the WIP, which already has a title, but of which I'll not be disclosing until the work is finished. And here is a poem that I was inspired to create using the titles of some of The Doors most known songs: Mr. Mojo Risin.

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Excerpt from WIP which was originally titled 'Pursuit in Paris'

                          

Taking a chance, she quickly ducked down a short path, and hurried to huddle herself between two tall grave stones. Slowly and quietly she inched her way as low as possible and waited. She waited for what seemed like an eternity. All was deathly calm and quiet around her. All she could really hear was her own heart beating loudly in her ears.

Suddenly, she felt herself being grabbed from behind and before she could muster a scream, a hand covered her mouth. She was brought up to a standing position, her back pressed solidly against what felt like a man’s chest. She breathed in deeply, her nostrils flaring above the hand that covered her mouth, and she smelled the scent of blood and aftershave.

Immediately she thought to struggle and try to break free, but her body was rendered immobile, as if in a straight jacket, held as it was, in a vise grip, by the arm across her torso. Unexpectedly her head was tilted firmly yet gently to one side and she felt his lips as they brushed against her ear as he murmured: “You’re not going to get away from me this time, Cherie.”

And then she felt it, the piercing pain as teeth met flesh, and he sunk his own into her neck.

What the fuck! He bit me!  - Then the realization sunk in, as sharp as his fangs. -  Bloody Hell …he really is a vampire!

For Josanne the sensation in the moment was intense. Fear and panic began to rise from deep within her, yet no sooner had she felt the penetrating pain than it was accompanied by an unfathomable wave of pleasure, instantly reminiscent of the fistt ime she had had sex.

To Josanne’s embarrassment an unwarranted moan escaped her lips. As she was about to drift into unconsciousness, succumbing to the incubus that fed on her, her eyes glanced over the gravestone that was just within range.

There it stood, that which she had been looking for. That which had brought her into the cemetery in the first place. In the pale glow of the pathway lights, the grey brown, tombstone marked James Douglas Morrison. 1943 – 1971.

And below, the words written in Greek, which she thought loosely translated to mean: 

                                      The Devil Himself!

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