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Monday, April 28, 2014

Attack of the Alien Zombie Gremlins (Guest Post by Jen Printy, Author of MY SOUL IMMORTAL)

Today I'm happy to host fellow Red Adept Publishing author Jen Printy, who has recently released her debut novel, atmospheric romance/horror novel MY SOUL IMMORTAL.  Be sure to hang around until the end because our mutual publisher is generously hosting a giveaway for this blog tour.

And now I'll turn the blog over to Jen to cover this topic:

Because my love of puppetry knows no bounds and MY SOUL IMMORTAL obviously sells itself, I'd love to hear you tell us a bit about your dollmaking.

You walk into a house, quietly, trying not to disturb anything while looking for a light-switch. The boards creak slightly under your feet; coats on hooks appear as the silhouette of a man lurking in the shadows. When you stumble across the light-switch, you flip it, but nothing happens. You’re alone in the dark. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you of why you entered the house in the first place.

“Hello?” you call out, still in a hushed whisper. “Is anyone around?”

The silence confirms that you seem to be alone in the house and you creep across the linoleum floor to the refrigerator. Upon throwing open the door, beady eyes of what appears to be a head on a pike greet you.


“GAH!” you cry out, stumbling back into the counter and leaving the door open.

You turn to flee but the dim light from the fridge reflects onto the table, revealing arms and legs strewn across the surface. No, you not a soon-to-be victim in some horror flick. You’ve just enter the world of a doll artist. Cue creepy music.

All joking aside, when I’m not writing, I’m sculpting dolls. Dozens of people have asked how I’d stumbled into such a profession. Children don’t say I want to sculpt dolls when I grow up, or at least I didn’t. Although I love what I do, this wasn’t my plan. I was quite happy with my career choice of being a colored pencil artist. However, life had its own plan as it often does. Throughout college like most students, I worked to pay for books, classes, and the occasional fun night out. At the time, I didn’t realize it, but this part-time-make-ends-meet job was the nail in the coffin to my colored pencil career because it caused tendonitis.

Eventually I couldn't draw anymore. The repetition involved in creating a colored pencil work of artwork caused too much pain. Art had always part of my life, and like writing, it was a way to express myself and deal with my emotions. For about a year, I was lost until I stumbled across a website of one-of-a-kind dolls—OOAK’s as their called. I found it fascinating that art-ists could make dolls look so lifelike. With my colored pencil artwork, realism had always been the goal.

With a purchase of clay and a few tools, I began. My first baby dolls looked more like a cross between an alien and zombie gremlin, and probably worthy of one of those two bit horror movie. Unattractive is putting it mildly. Luckily, practice does make perfect.

The MB house lawyers have advised me that showing the alien zombie gremlin doll would open me up to far too much litigation for bleached eye sockets.

As it turned out, doll sculpting is a rewarding career. I’m able to create a collectible en-joyed by the very young to the very old. I have made friends all over the world. None of this was my plan, but fate knew best.

That's seriously a doll?!?!?

About the Author:


Since childhood, Jen Printy has been writing. Whether stories about a fantasy world or everyday life in Maine, Jen loved losing herself in the worlds she created on paper. The arts in all forms have always been an important part of Jen’s life, a love instilled in her by her father. When Jen isn’t writing, she’s sculpting as a freelance doll artist.

Jen lives with her husband, two daughters, and diva dog Cookie in southern Maine, where she loves spending time friends and family, finding treasures along the seashore, or enjoying a Guinness at her favorite local pub.


An endless love, for an endless price.

Jack’s immortality is exposed when he prevents a liquor store heist, forcing him to flee to protect his secret—a secret not even he understands. But when he meets Leah Winters—a mirror image of his decades-lost love, Lydia—his very soul is laid bare. He begins to question his sanity. Is she real, and if so, what does that mean for Jack and his secret?

Jack’s not the only mystery man in town. A stranger named Artagan hints at knowledge Jack is desperate to possess. But can he trust Artagan, or does the dark newcomer harbor deadly secrets of his own?

As Jack’s bond with Leah grows, so does the danger to her life. Jack must discover just how much he is willing to risk in order to save the woman he already lost once.


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  1. Wow, that doll baby is amazing! Sorry to hear about the end of your colored pencil career, Jen, but I'm glad you were able to replace it w/another art form. Best wishes to you and Soul Immortal!

    1. Isn't it CRAZY good? I was disappointed not to be able to post the horror baby, but the health and sanity of my readers must come first. Thanks for stopping by, Leandra!

  2. Thanks, Stephen, for hosting my book tour. I really appreciate it. If I find pics of one of the first, I'll share. Nightmares, I'm telling you. LOL.
    Thank you so much, Leandra. :)

    1. SHHHHHH! I came up with an airtight cover story for why there's no picture! And thanks for being with us, Jen. :)


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