A Quickie with Dean H. Wild

Nikki Noir (NN): What’s your darkest fantasy? And why will you never act it out in real life?


Dean H. Wilde (DW): My darkest fantasy is pretty far out there, and a little bit amorphous because the details will change with my mood, but it always involves me sitting on a throne with minions or other subservient beings capering about waiting to do my bidding while cringing at the thought of what wonders or suffering could be wrought by my boundless power. Yeah, that's something I'll never be able to act out unless you count my two cats milling around the base of my living room recliner while I polish off a bag of cheese puffs.

NN: We all have a guilty pleasure. What’s the movie, television program, or music that you love that most people wouldn't know about you?


DW: That would be Judge Judy. Those poor malcontents schlepping their disputes on national television are just misery on display. But I adore the command Judge Judy holds over her courtroom, and her harsh, impatient, logical but terse demeanor.


NN: If you could collaborate with any small press author on a project, who would it be and why?


DW: I would like to work with Michael Knost. I've corresponded with Michael for a few years now on writing matters, etc. and I think our ideas and our styles would blend nicely.


NN: Tell us about your latest project or work in progress


DW: My novel The Crymost is my latest. It's a tale of secrets and sorrow and the devastating effects of a ravenous supernatural force. More information can be found at my website.  


NN: Of all the character’s you’ve created, do you have a favorite and why?  


DW: I put a lot of energy and thought into creating Mick Logan for The Crymost. He is complex, straight-laced yet troubled, but keeping it all together with the help of his wife and some good friends. I found it extremely easy to look at the world through Mick's eyes and I feel very close to him. 

NN: What’s your favorite philosophical quote or phrase to live by? 


DW: There's a line of dialog in Stephen King's "The Sun Dog" that has stuck with me for years. It resonates on many levels. And I think this is a bit of a paraphrase, but here goes... "It's only the world. It kills us all in the end anyway."