I met Pat on the Jackhammer bulletin board, after commenting on one of my own stories. Pat responded (and I'm paraphrasing here), how dare you toot your own horn about your own work like that, let me do it for you. He proceded to do just that. The work in question was in Titan Ezine and coincidentally, Pat had a story in the same issue. The Ganymede Incident was the first Patrick Welch story I ever read. It was far from the last.
Westchester Station, The Body Shop, The Thirteenth Magician (which I edited) and more, much more. Patrick Welch is a great writer, a great guy and one hell of a musician too, though this last is just hearsay. Anyway, here's what Pat had to say in response to this Author Interview from Hell.
Steve: If your books had to come with a Surgeon Generals warning, what would it say?
Pat: Reading this book in 4 point type will cause serious eye strain and may arouse amorous feelings toward your neighbor's collie.
Steve: Who's the absolute last historical figure you would ask to dinner?
Pat: Wes Montgomery. I would never want to pick up a guitar again.
Steve: You find a secret passage in your living room. Where does it lead?
Pat: Westchester Station. Now that I've written it, I want to explore it in person.
Steve: Would you rather your work be appreciated by the public at large, or your colleagues?
Pat: Colleagues for ego, public for $.
Steve: If you could pick a piece of music to die to, what would it be?
Pat: Pipeline by the Chantays. If George Winston said it was the greatest song ever written, who am I to disagree?
Steve: What do they play on the radio station in Hell?
Pat: "When The Saints Go Marching In" led by a REALLY BAD clarinetist.
Steve: What is the saddest story you've ever heard?
Pat: The poor blonde stuck on an escalator.
Steve: Who are you really?
Pat: Just a poor boy though my story's seldom told.
Steve: What type of animal would benefit most from reading your work? The Least?
Pat: I would be seriously concerned if there are any animals who can read and understand what I'm addressing in some of my work. While much of my work is for entertainment, a significant portion is addressing, often subtlely, real issues.
I would think a silverfish would gain more calories than comprehension if it happened to come across my writings.
Steve: Promote yourself, dammit, it's an interview!
Pat: I grew up with the "classics," from Wells and Verne to Asimov and Zelazny. My writing reflects more the variety of the earlier pioneers than more current writers. When your work is compared to Cordwainer Smith or deCamp, say, I feel that's a good thing. My interests fluctuate between fantasy and horror with side trips into science fiction. I like to think (deluded that I am), that my books and short stories are not redundant, that I'm not merely rewriting something I've done before. That's my goal, a good story told to the best of my ability. My hope is that I succeed the majority of the time.
Westchester Station, The Body Shop, The Thirteenth Magician (which I edited) and more, much more. Patrick Welch is a great writer, a great guy and one hell of a musician too, though this last is just hearsay. Anyway, here's what Pat had to say in response to this Author Interview from Hell.
Pat: Reading this book in 4 point type will cause serious eye strain and may arouse amorous feelings toward your neighbor's collie.
Steve: Who's the absolute last historical figure you would ask to dinner?
Pat: Wes Montgomery. I would never want to pick up a guitar again.
Steve: You find a secret passage in your living room. Where does it lead?
Pat: Westchester Station. Now that I've written it, I want to explore it in person.
Steve: Would you rather your work be appreciated by the public at large, or your colleagues?
Pat: Colleagues for ego, public for $.
Steve: If you could pick a piece of music to die to, what would it be?
Pat: Pipeline by the Chantays. If George Winston said it was the greatest song ever written, who am I to disagree?
Steve: What do they play on the radio station in Hell?
Pat: "When The Saints Go Marching In" led by a REALLY BAD clarinetist.
Steve: What is the saddest story you've ever heard?
Pat: The poor blonde stuck on an escalator.
Steve: Who are you really?
Pat: Just a poor boy though my story's seldom told.
Steve: What type of animal would benefit most from reading your work? The Least?
Pat: I would be seriously concerned if there are any animals who can read and understand what I'm addressing in some of my work. While much of my work is for entertainment, a significant portion is addressing, often subtlely, real issues.
I would think a silverfish would gain more calories than comprehension if it happened to come across my writings.
Steve: Promote yourself, dammit, it's an interview!
Pat: I grew up with the "classics," from Wells and Verne to Asimov and Zelazny. My writing reflects more the variety of the earlier pioneers than more current writers. When your work is compared to Cordwainer Smith or deCamp, say, I feel that's a good thing. My interests fluctuate between fantasy and horror with side trips into science fiction. I like to think (deluded that I am), that my books and short stories are not redundant, that I'm not merely rewriting something I've done before. That's my goal, a good story told to the best of my ability. My hope is that I succeed the majority of the time.
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