What can I say? I have been looking forward to this interveiw for a while. A man after my own heart, horror is my life! I’ve always liked your style. You’re not afraid to be yourself and that’s the way it should be. Your writing is edgy, exciting and hard to put down. Well, nobody pulled my cord and we’re not here to hear me prattle on, so let me introduce to you, the man, the myth, the lesbian trapped in a man’s body…Jimmy Pudge!
Mark! What’s going on, brother?
What should I say about writing? For me it’s a release, man. A release from cleaning doo doo toilets at the motel and thinking about people that joke me when they see me riding home on my bicycle. I enjoy writing, just as much as I enjoy picking up women at Wal-Mart. You see, writing is a lot like delivering a pickup line, you got to be smooth, baby. If you see a chick in the produce section, you don’t want to be nervous and stutter and spit all over her face when you say something like, “Baby, if you were a transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine!” See what I’m saying? Writing is an art, and it’s up to the individual when it comes to releasing it. Maybe you a writing machine and put out 5,000 words a day. Maybe you write once a month and don’t even keep track of your word count. Regardless, as long as you enjoy what you’re writing and you don’t over think that shit, you gonna write something you can send out or self-publish. Once you get them comments coming in, oh man, those hurtful heartbreaking comments, your skin will get tougher and maybe you’ll learn something you didn’t realize about your writing. The key to being a good writer, brother, is to send the work out for people to see. Don’t be afraid or ashamed. You’re not trying to be the next damn Billy Shakespeare. You just want to keep improving, you feel me?
People ask me all the time, “Jimmy, why are your stories so fucked up, man? What’s the deal with you, partner?” The deal is I’m writing for fun, not for fame or profit. I think all writers should be like this. Write what you want to write, not what you think someone else wants.
That’s pretty much all the advice I got on writing. Basically, beat your own drum to the rhythm in your head.
Now, I been writing for a while. Had many rejections before I turned to the art of self-publishing. I started my craft when I was in prison. Had a lot of downtime in the night to compose stories and shit. I’d never really tried writing before then. The words came slowly. My first story was like a bad children’s book. Inmates who couldn’t even read were laughing at that story. I think it was about a magic pussy cat named BJ who worked at McDonald’s. BJ had a little head, so his cap kept slipping over his eyes. He tried to empty a grease trap, but he couldn’t see because of the hat bill and the hot grease splashed him so he had to go to the hospital. He tried to sue, but he put down the wrong date the incident occurred, so the judge dismissed it. BJ died one night as he fell asleep smoking on a cigarette and his trailer burnt down. That entire story was about five sentences long I think.
But I kept plugging away and over the years I was able to understand the writing process a little bit better. I enjoy reading spicy romance novels and horror, some science fiction, mystery, and a good blend of shit, man. My stories tend to border on pulp fiction, some being complete horror tales and others being greasy, raunchy mysteries. My first self-published title “YO A$$ IS GRA$$: Tales From a Rednek Gangsta” managed to sell over five copies during its first month alone, which was phenomenal since I only purchased three of them. It has only been roses with the additional releases of “Bad Billy,” “Ice Cream Man” and “The Dick.” I also do poetry, man. Poetry about life, going to Wal-Mart and picking up ladies. I’ve got two titles out, “From My Cracked Out Heart” and “Bar Napkins and Bathroom Stalls.” I also have a standalone short story for sale called “Bitch Gone Crazy in the Attic.”
My newest title is “Devil Inside,” and it should be coming out at the end of October. “Devil Inside” is about the spirit of serial killer Junior Boyd being released. Boyd kills certain types of ladies with certain types of assets, and the only thing that can stop him is a psychopath named Big Country. This is probably the most romantic story I have ever written.
Alright, I’ve shot enough shit. Here are the blurbs and links to my books on Amazon. “Bad Billy” is permanently free. If you’d like to try one of my titles, go with “Bad Billy first.” That way you’re not out of any dough.
Thanks for having me, Mark.
Bad Billy has spent his entire life in Mama’s basement. When the chains break free and he escapes into the world, he must learn the difference between being a monster and a human being.
It’s going to be a bloody education.
“Bad Billy, it’s ‘Of Mice and Men’ meets the ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre.'”
–R. Scott McCoy, Publisher of “Necrotic Tissue Magazine,” author of “Feast” and the “White Face Bear”
Yo A$$ IS GRA$$: Tales From a Rednek Gangsta
A collection of Jimmy Pudge’s finest short fiction. From crackhead vampires to redneck zombies to a host of the craziest lowlifes you’ve ever met, Jimmy’s got your fix right here! Come inside the magical world of Jimmy Pudge and enjoy the greasiest horror, crime and humor you’re gonna find!
Warning: This book contains strong adult content.
Ice Cream Man
In 1984 three boys shot and killed an ice cream man in an attempted robbery. But instead of being charged with murder, the boys were made heroes for stopping the Pussy Willow Maniac.
They thought it was over, that they were safe. The Pussy Willow Maniac was dead and buried. But now, 28 years later, the Ice Cream Man has returned from the dead to serve the boys their just desserts.
Warning: This book contains strong Adult Content.
Ex porn star Jonny Sausage wants to be more than a cook at a fast food dive, so he obtains his P.I. certificate online.
It sounds exciting enough, being a private eye, but Jonny has no idea how crazy things are going to get once this gorgeous vampire dame by the name of Cristabel Swan enters his office.
Swan needs a ruthless investigator to find out why her family members are being murdered, and Jonny feels he’s the right dick for the job.
From My Cracked Out Heart
Poetry from the streets to the prison. A series of poems by Jimmy Pudge from smoking crack to Occupying Wall Street.
Bar Napkins and Bathroom Stalls
A poetry collection about the bright, the shady and the ugly side of the unlucky man’s life.
Bitch Gone Crazy in the Attic
When Janine spies her man with another woman from a hole in the attic floor, she decides she’s had enough of these tramps he’s bringing home. She’s tired of being placed in the attic and wants to come down! This is a short story, approximately 1700 words. It contains strong Adult Content.
Wow, Jimmy! You’ve created quite a portfolio, and if these titles don’t peak people’s interest, they’re probably already dead. I can’t begin to express how much fun it has been to get a peek inside that crazy head of yours and get a snapshot of your life. Thank you so much for stopping by, you are welcome here anytime!
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