I recently “discovered” author Sean Costello when I was browsing the Goodreads shelves of people that I follow. One of his books caught my eye and I looked it up on Amazon. As I looked over his books, I was surprised to see that this unknown to me author had nearly all five star ratings on his books! So I bought one and also downloaded SQUALL, which was free. The rest, as it’s said, is history. I went back and bought more; emailed Sean asked him for an interview; now I hope all y’all go check out his books. I’ll talk about HERE AFTER after his interview, so stick around.
Please tell us about your upcoming books and their production schedule.
I’m currently working on the second draft of a novel called Terminal House. In many ways it’s a departure for me. I tend to write action-driven stories, but this one rides more on character and deeper issues, like aging, Alzheimer’s, euthanasia, and romantic love. At its core, though, it’s a tale of psychological horror. One man’s journey into oblivion.
Who are the authors that have influenced your writing the most?
Stephen Hunter, Elmore Leonard, Stephen King, Thomas Harris, and a host of other great scribes.
If you had the ability to bring one author back from the dead to write one more book, who would it be and why?
I’d resurrect Elmore Leonard and tell him to take his time . . . I mean really take his time finishing the novel he was working on when he died. The man was a genius, and when you met him in person he was just the sweetest guy. To end such a uniquely creative mind was a crime against humanity.
If you could live in any world, real or imaginary, where would it be and why?
It would be this one, but in the 1960s. I’d see Led Zeppelin again, and make damn sure I got to Woodstock this time. I’d start writing as a young man instead of an older one, and maybe—just maybe—I’d be doing it for a living now.
Most authors have held many jobs on their way to becoming successful. What are some of the jobs you have had?
Not counting a paper route, my first job was as a salad chef at a harness race track. I was 16. The kitchen skills came in handy for my next job, which was slinging hoagies at a place called Fat Albert’s in my hometown of Ottawa. I was a night watchman at a pulp and paper mill, a working musician and, briefly, a model. Then I hit med school, internship, four years of specialty training and a 35-year stint as an anesthesiologist. Now I wanna be a writer.
If you were able to trade bodies with one person for one day who would it be and why?
I guess I’d swap with Jack Nicholson—with all due apologies to Jack for the uneven trade—just so I could see what it’s like to be the coolest dude in the universe.
What are the next three books you’re planning to read?
No plans right now. When I’m writing, I try to avoid reading fiction. I’m too easily influenced.
Do you have any guilty pleasure books/authors? You know the ones…stuff you don’t let your friends see you reading.
Reader’s Digest. But only on the throne.
If you were to give just one piece of advice aspiring writers, what would it be?
This brings up a fun anecdote. In the summer of 1985, I took a drive in my turbo Volvo to Lake Kezar in Maine to do some windsurfing. I’d heard the lake hosted some serious blows . . . and knew that Stephen King had a summer place in the area. I thought, Get in some epic surfing and maybe run into King in the village.
Well, upon entering the vicinity, don’t I see the man himself coming up this rural road in the opposite direction. He’s driving a champagne-colored Mercedes convertible—and he’s alone. He saw my head swivel as he passed and he smiled, accustomed by now, I’m certain, to the star-struck gawks of yokels like myself. So I pulled a U-ie, passed the man at considerable speed, and bailed out of the car at the next stop sign. He rolled up behind me, I said, “You’re Stephen King,” and he said, “I know that, who the hell are you?”
The long and the short? Steve got out of the car (he’s six-foot-six, so I was pretty sure I was about to get decked by Stephen King), chatted with me for twenty minutes, then signed the hardcover copy of Pet Sematary I happened to be reading at the time. Before he left—he was headed for a Red Sox game in Boston—I asked him the question you just asked me, and he said, “Read a lot and write a lot; it really works.”
What five people living or dead would you invite to a dinner party?
Well, Jack, of course. And if we’re talking reanimated, deodorized and civilized dead: John Bonham, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and my maternal grandmother; she was a great cook.
How do you want the world to remember you?
The world has very little use for me, Momma. But I would like to be remembered by my son as someone who loved him more than anything else—ever—and wanted only good things for him, always.
Thanks very much for giving me this opportunity.
Buy HERE AFTER now at Amazon.com!
HERE AFTER is an edge of your seat thriller in the style of very early Dean Koontz novels. It’s a little bit paranormal, a lot mystery, and very heartwrenching. There’s a kidnapper loose in Canada and the police aren’t having any luck tracking the person. Two men meet in a victims group and become friends. Can they find their boys when the cops have failed? Check this and all of Sean’s books out at Amazon today. He won’t disappoint.