Sunday, September 23, 2012

I've Been Deader by Adam Sifre: Interview & Excerpt

I’ve Been Deader
Book One
By Adam Sifre
Genre: Horror/romance 
Publisher: Taylor Street Publishing
Date of Publication: July 2, 2012
ISBN: 13: 978-1478180784
ASIN: B008H04Z0G
Number of pages:306
Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist:Tim Hewtson 

Book Description:  

Being a zombie is no picnic and it's one hell of a handicap in the romance department when you fall in love with a 'breather':

Aleta is a breather with short blonde hair and brown eyes - two of them! - and the whitest smile Fred has ever seen. Every day at a certain time she sits at her window, and every day he stands in the rubble across the street among a crowd of zombies waiting to break through the fence and eat her.

'You are beautiful, like an angel', he thinks, but all he can moan is, “Braaaiiinss."

Still, as zombies go, Fred's quite a catch. Underneath all the gangrene and rot, Fred is different. This girl will probably turn out to be yet another dead end, an infatuation, someone whose image he cannot get out of his mind and whose taste he cannot get out of his mouth, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

For breathers, it is always only a matter of time, however beautiful they are and whatever the government is assuring people.

Which makes Fred sad because he has a beautiful 11 year old son called Timmy, and Timmy may still be alive.

Excerpt Chapter I
Fred's ruined face stared back at him from a fractured, mold spotted mirror. The remains of breakfast pooled around his feet and a pair of lace panties clung to his shoe, glued there by God knew what.

Bits of flesh were stuck between his yellow teeth, along with the sodden remains of a hand-wash-only label. There was no denying that he'd seen better days.

Being a zombie is no picnic.

Compelled to pause and take stock of himself, he wiped his gore stained hands on a filthy shirt, unsure if he was cleaning the hands or the shirt. His right eye looked like a crushed egg yolk and his left leg was broken in two places. A large splinter of bone poked through the nskin above his thigh, fine dark lines etched across the surface like a bad piece of scrimshaw. The open wound on his neck had started leaking again, but at least the fluid was mostly clear now.
No use dwelling on negatives. Time to get to work. He turned away from his reflection, and limped out of the men's room of the Vince Lombardi rest area.

An overly bright morning sun assaulted him as he stepped outside.

Fred gave a mental wince, wishing yet again that he could blink.

 Sunlight had no adverse effect on the undead, but he had never been a morning person. Rain or shine, today he had to shamble over to Terminal C of Newark Airport, where eight breathers were making their last stand. Zombies were lone hunters and rarely worked together.

Every so often, however, a kind of collective broadcast signal went out over the undead grapevine, announcing the newest brain buffet - in a shopping mall, a church, or an airport - with predictable and satisfying results.

Dozens were already making their way down the New Jersey turnpike. By their mindless, movie-slow pace, he knew they hadn't fed.

Zombies weren't Jesse Owens on the best of days, but they tended to move a lot faster with a little brain in the old furnace.

If Fred could breathe, he would have sighed. There'd be hundreds of zombies, all ready to fight over eight brains and assorted bits. The breathers would probably take out ten to twenty percent of the attacking hoard before being overwhelmed. That left about ten zombies per breather. With luck, by the time he got there he would still be the brainiac of the pack.

Having his wits about him gave a zombie an edge in the hunt. The effects of the virus or whatever it was that put the mojo in their mortified flesh varied from corpse to corpse. Most became textbook droolie ghoulies, but some could reason and even remember who they were as breathers. So far Fred hadn't come across any other thinkers, but he doubted he was the only one.

By mid-afternoon he found himself enjoying his walk down the turnpike. Most of the fires had burned themselves out and although the air still reeked of burning gasoline, the skies were more or less smoke-free. He might be a walking corpse, but he appreciated a warm spring day like this one. He pulled his lips up in what should have been a grin.
Death, ruin and destruction improved the New Jersey Turnpike.

Not that there wasn't a black lining to be found around Fred's own little rainbow of a life. Most of the zombies were a few hundred yardsdown the road, but two lesser undead doggedly tagged alongside of him, putting a bit of a damper on things. The virus left them as nothing more than … well, nothing more than zombies. They were about as interesting as slugs and moaned so much that, were Fred alive, he'd be sporting a hell of a migraine.

All in all, however, the day was turning out quite well. He almost convinced himself being undead wasn't so bad. Sure, it was bad luck that he was forty-five years old with a rather large potbelly when he had been bitten by that damned clerk. Being cursed to wander the earth in search of brains was bad enough, but why couldn't it have happened when he was twenty years younger and thirty pounds lighter?
He was imagining wandering the earth in search of fresh brains as a slimmer, sleeker and younger Fred, when the head of the zombie on his left exploded.


Welcome, Adam!  Thanks for stopping by!  I've been looking forward to your visit and finding out more about you.  So, to begin...Tell us about a favorite character from a book.

It has to be Fred.  He’s a middle-aged zombie who remembers his past life, is in love with a breather named Aleta, but can only say “Brraaiinnsss.”  How can you not love a character like that?

Does travel play in the writing of your books?

“I’ve Been Deader starts on the Vince Lombardi rest area on the New Jersey Turnpike, and ends in Comfort Colorado.  Fred is an undead ramblin’ and shamblin’ man.


Tell us about your current release.
‘I’ve Been Deader’ is a horror/comedy that centers around Fred and his undead army.  Fred needs to find the small meteorite currently residing in the head of George Potts, Comfort, Colorado’s oldest and sole undead mailman.  Unfortunately, he’s not the only one who wants to get his hands on the rock.  There’s Jon Tanner, a recovering serial killer and Fred’s still living son, Timmy.  


The book itself is written in a series of flash fiction like chapters.  Every chapter tells its own story while adding to the overall plot of the novel.


Tell us about your next release.

“Take A Breather,” is the prequel to IBD.  We get to see just how screwed up everyone was before the zombie apocalypse and how the whole shebang started.

What was your first sale as an author?

I wrote a poem for a beautiful woman and she brought it hook, line and sinker.

Does your significant other read your stuff?
It takes a bit of nudging and poking, but eventually she does.


How do you describe your writing style?

I give the reader a sketch of a setting and some strong characters and let them fill in the blanks.  I have a knack for bringing a story to life in few words.

Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?

I go by the name of Splinker when I’m online promoting my books, although I use my real name on the book jacket.  I came up with Splinker when I was sixteen.  I wrote a detective story about a murder that takes place at a butler convention.  The name of the detective was D.H. Splinker.  I’ve always loved that name for some reason.

How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set formula?


No formula.  I start off with a 1,000 word story and if I like it, I decide to expand it into a novel.

What book are you reading now?


Do you play any sports?
I play a lot of tennis.


What do you do to unwind and relax?
I have always been told that nice boys don’t talk about that.


Do you have any suggestions for beginning writers? If so, what are they?
Read, write, read write and read.  Then write. 


Have you attended a high school reunion? What did you learn?

I learned that pot is a lot stronger than it used to be and that I went to school with some fantastic people.

That’s it.  No more questions.

You can find “I’ve Been Deader” on, as well as collection of stories called “Inside My Shorts: 30 Quickies.”

Sometimes when no one is looking, I blog.   You can find it here:

If you want to email me to shoot the breeze, feel free.


Thank you!  It's been fun!

Lawyer, Writer, Zombie Man

I have no real interest in anything and therefore write about everything. Think of the funniest person you know. I'm just a little bit funnier. Same goes for humble and good looking. Stick around. We'll have some fun.


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katsrus said...

Great interview. Creepy and unique cover. Really enjoyed the excerpt. Sounds like a great story.
Sue B

Jon Tanner said...

Thanks:). It is the feel good zombie novel of the year, assuming you don't read too many of them.

laura thomas said...

Loved this post! I have got to check out Adam and his book. Don't know how I missed him!!

Anonymous said...

There needs to be more zombie novels written from the zombie perspective. I enjoyed the excerpt so much that I've Been Deader is now on my wish list.

Splinker said...

Thank you er. Here's to your wishes coming true. :)

Splinker said...

Thank you er. Here's to your wishes coming true. :)