Thursday, February 20, 2014
So I've taken this little child of mine and set her free. Get your copy today before the much awaited novel comes out in March. http://www.amazon.com/Prepped-Doomsday-Playbook-Part-1-ebook/dp/B00AQNX30U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1392924304&sr=1-1&keywords=prepped
Okay so I know I said I'd be posting at least once a week, but I obviously suck. I have been writing my tail off though. Escape, The Doomsday Playbook Part 3 is finally wrapping up and will be available for purchase in March. Stay tuned as I plan to drop a few sneak peeks. For all of you Creature Kid fans (ok the two of you out there) Invasion is slated for a summer release and the boys will be back together. (Save for the ones we lost)
Aside from that I have some things in the works that I hope will be awesome. I finally started outlining my vampire trilogy. Keeping the name under wraps as I don't want anyone to steal it. (Cause it's super awesome) It'll be released as one novella and two novels. Well, unless I make more and it morphs into five or six books. Either way the novella and the first novel should be out before the summer and the novella shall be FREE!!!! Cause people just love free stuff right??
Anyhow, back to writing I go. I hope to blog a bit more in the next few days, but if I don't, please don't hold it against me. What am I if not a man?
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Probably the most important part of writing a story is going back and writing it again. It's probably most authors least favorite task as well. Don't worry, this post won't be long. I am no doubt knee deep in this lush, wandering forest of word play. As a pro at prose I meticulously make metaphors smiling as similes seem to seep from my very fingers. (Like syrup). Alive I align my alliteration with allegory allowing all who are too aloof or confuse illusion with allusion to escape delusion better yet confusion characterizing writers as proponents of collusion...and here I understand my need for rewrites and edits because I simply hate comas.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
So last night I crept through a rundown seaport in Florida. I marched through swampy mangroves and evaded a swarm of infected marauders. Hot wiring a car, I drove all the way to Georgia and met up with one of the last bands of survivors. We shared horror stories over a campfire, while eating beans from a can I found buried in the forest.
This morning I cleaned blood off of my hands with muddy sand at the river bank. I contemplated discarding the murder weapon, but I'm a sucker for shiny knives with sentimental engravings. Laughing, I dragged a body into the water and weighted it down with bricks. I smiled as the raging current took it away to never be seen again. Good riddance.
Later today I'll probably take flight or prepare my weapons stash for the second wave of an alien invasion. There's a good chance I won't live through the night, since I'm pretty sure there's a traitor in our ranks. Then, as I slowly fade into my own persona, I'll prepare to give a riveting speech to a middle school full of enthusiastic writers.
As I sit here pounding away at a keyboard the looming question confounds me. Can this really be work? I'm certainly having too much fun.