Pump Up Chats with Hank Quense

Hank Quense

Award-winning author Hank Quense lives in Bergenfield, NJ with his wife Pat.  They have two daughters and five grandchildren.  He writes humorous fantasy and scifi stories.  On occasion, he also writes an article on fiction writing or book marketing but says that writing nonfiction is like work while writing fiction is fun.  He refuses to write serious genre fiction saying there is enough of that on the front page of any daily newspaper and on the evening TV news.

Visit Hank online at http://Strangeworldsonline.com  and http://hankquense.com. You can find his blog at http://hankquense.com/blog

Thank you for this interview, Hank.  Do you remember writing stories as a child or did the writing bug come later?  Do you remember your first published piece?

A: My earliest efforts at writing fiction were in high school.  I used to make up short stories (flash fiction nowadays) on sheets of memo paper during boring classes and send them around the class.  I got a lot of my classmates in trouble because they were laughing.

I do remember my first published piece, but I don’t acknowledge it.  The story was bad and the published magazine even worse.

What do you consider as the most frustrating side of becoming a published author and what has been the most rewarding?

A: Marketing the books is a frustrating process.  Reading a five-star review is the most rewarding.

Are you married or single and how do you combine the writing life with home life? 

A: Married.  I have an office where I go to write.

Can you tell us about your latest book and why you wrote it? Zaftan Miscreants cover

A: Zaftan Miscreants is the title of my latest book.  It’s Book 2 of a trilogy and I wrote it because I had so much fun writing the first book.  The zaftans are an alien race and I make them as politically incorrect as I possibly can.  That’s where the fun comes in.

Can you share an excerpt?

A: Here is the Prologue.  It provides the setting and introduces the antagonist:

The battle cruiser and fleet flagship, Red Death, hung motionless in space just under a third of a parsec from Ceti Taub.  The rest of the zaftan attack force deployed in battle formation around it.  All the silver-colored ships had a cylindrical shape with a blunt nose.  Weapons and engine pods broke the otherwise smooth outer surface.  Seen from a distance, the fleet formation resembled a sheet of black velvet with bright specks of diamonds arranged in a box pattern.

In the Red Death’s flight deck, Commodore Gongeblazn lounged on his couch and looked for something or someone to annoy him.  Happy only when he had something to carp about, he was annoyed that nothing annoyed him.  Like all noble-born zaftans, Gongeblazn stood over seven feet tall and weighted more than four hundred pounds; his bulk overcrowded the small flight deck.  Atop his small round head with its cruel beak-like mouth, a pair of two-inch-long eyestalks supported his eyes, black with red irises.  His gray-black skin oozed green slime.  One of his eight tentacles held a gold-emblazoned lash with leather thongs tipped with yellow metal.  The lash symbolized his high rank as did the gold, diamond-encrusted medallion hanging from a gold chain around his neck.

Two other zaftans, the navigation shaman and the engineer, operated consoles in the front of the flight deck while a third, Captain Fleigel, sat to Gongeblazn’s right.

Gongeblazn lifted a tentacle and fondled the medallion.  It signified that he was a fleet commander.  He led the strongest fleet ever to venture this close to gundarlandian-controlled space.

He rotated an eyestalk to peer at the engineer.  “Memzer, wake up Gevelt.”

“He is still in his navigational coma, Commodore,” Memzer replied

“Nonsense.  Give him a shove.”

Gevelt almost fell off his couch from the shove.  He recovered and his eyestalks swept the area seeking danger.  They alighted on Gongeblazn.  “Greetings, Commodore.”

“How dare you return from your scouting mission and not report to me.”

“My journey was far and difficult.  After I returned, I paused to compose my report to you and fatigue overcome me.”

“You lie.  Someday, I will catch you in a lie and then your miserable life will be forfeited.  What did you find out?”

“I found no evidence of the gundy fleet.  All I saw was the frigates wreaking havoc on their shipping.”

“This is true, Commodore.”  Captain Fleigel dipped her eyestalks.  “We just received a new report from the frigate squadron.  They have boarded and looted almost every trading vessel within a half-parsec.  Now they attack the colony base defenses.”

“Why has this not brought out the gundy navy, hmm?  I do not like this.”  Gongeblazn’s eyes swept the flight deck.  “Where is my aide?”

“I am here, Commodore.”  A six-foot-tall zaftan ranker slithered across the deck and stood near Gongeblazn.  “How may I serve you?”

“By standing still.”  Gongeblazn lashed the aide’s torso with a vicious stroke of his whip.

The aide’s skin quivered under the blow.  Slime splattered the immediate area.  “Thank you, Commodore.  May I have another?”

“Fleigel!” Gongeblazn roared.  “Get this carrion out of my presence.  Take a note.  Never allow him to be my aide again.  Throw him in the brig.  Or overboard.  Then get me a new aide.”

“Please instruct me.”  Fleigel cowered on her couch.  “What has he done?”

“He likes getting whipped.  How can I enjoy his suffering when he likes it more than I do?”

“I will get you an aide who will howl in pain at the sight of your lash.”

“Make it so.  Now where is the enemy fleet so I can destroy it?  Engineer!  Send a message to the frigate squadron.  I order them to move deeper into gundarlandian space.  They must be more aggressive.  They are to attack more colonies and shipping routes.”

The frigates, claiming to be pirates, were tasked to cause havoc in gundarlandian space.  Their purpose was to force a response from the gundies so Gongeblazn could observe and test their strengths, weaknesses and tactics.

Where’s your favorite place to write at home?

A: My office, a former bedroom for one of my daughters.  Since I got an IPad (soon after they became available) I now also do a  lot of writing on a reclining chair.

What is one thing about your book that makes it different from other books on the market?

A: It has a very unusual cast of characters.  These include an android with an advanced design; a ship’s computer; a despicable alien fleet commander; a lovable alien with beauty, talent and ability; an ancient robot who awaits the arrival of the Mechanical Messiah.

Tables are turned…what is one thing you’d like to say to your audience who might buy your book one day?

A: Enjoy the laughter and satire.  Laughing improves your health, you know.

Thank you for this interview, Hank. Good luck on your virtual book tour!

A: Thanks for having me.


One Response to “Pump Up Chats with Hank Quense”

  1. Cheryl Malandrinos says:

    Great learning more about you, Hank. Your book sounds hilarious.

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