Right now, (Feb 8th-12th) you can get my book, Solaris Mortem: The New Patriots, for FREE!
I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please consider writing a review. Other readers can't find my book without YOU.
The Country is losing its mind. Whining and crying and the gnashing of teeth, protests, flag burning, calls for assassination. STOP.
This is not a “dumb” competition. You’re all dumb, okay? It’s called being human.
It’s what we all have in common.
We are all human, and we are all dumb.
Instead of dividing ourselves into factions and working so hard to hate everyone outside of our faction, why not work together? It’s the only way any sort of real change will ever actually
Today has not been a fun day. It has not been a productive day. My beloved Ulysses writing app refused to sync for forty-eight hours. Three of my devices worked fine. My iMac, iPhone, and iPad all communicated flawlessly, as they're supposed to. My MacBook on the other hand would not, could not, no matter what. As it is my primary writing device, and it held two-thousand additional words that none of the others could fetch, I found this undesirable.
I tried restarting everything. I made s
I've been searching for the perfect case for my Freewrite and finally found it! It's almost like it was built for it. It's the Polaroid Professional Hard Case.
The Freewrite fits snug inside and if you use the included, thinner piece of foam, there's almost zero wiggle. The foam insert works equally well over the Freewrite or beneath it. Keyed, locking case if you're so inclined.
A recent review of Solaris Mortem: The New Patriots has alerted me to a failing of mine as an author to adequately explain something. For that, I apologize. I had been operating under the assumption that readers of dystopian fiction already knew about Faraday Cages and EMP/CME hardening.
The question that arose was: How could the government still possess tech?
See the link below for some decent, general information.
Happy 4th of July weekend!
Face Off will be FREE, July 4th-8th
On A Wintry Hallow's Eve will be FREE, July 4th-8th
Emmettville will be FREE, July 6th-10th
Solaris Mortem: The New Patriots will on Kindle Countdown, July 6th-13th. Starting at just $0.99!
Enjoy, and get 'em while they last! Happy reading!
I shall miss you, but I can no longer wait for the iOS version. I need to write wherever I am with whatever I've got. At work, at home, on the go.
In the meantime I'm switching to Plain Text. It is a great, simple, little app with word and character count. The syncing is bulletproof and near instant without the typical delays and slog of conflicted files common to so many other writing apps I've tried.
Now I can write on my iPhone, iPad or my PC by keeping my files and folders o
Merry Christmas you filthy animals! Don't forget to swing on by the Amazon store and pick up your free copy of Emmettville. It's a terribly dark tale of alcoholism, infidelity and murder. It's right up your alley, you deviant you. mybook.to/emmettville
When I'm wasting time that should be spent writing, I like to pretend I'm actually doing "writing related" things. For example: I probably spent two hours today tweaking my Scrivener template to perfection. It's beautiful. It really is. It is so beautiful in fact, that I actually want to write something instead of idly fucking around.
Will I? Let's hope.
Sometimes these little exercises do serve a purpose. They get me excited. They get me thinking about writing again. I lik
I've been busy. So busy. Too busy. We've recently moved off-grid, out to the country and radically downsized which is awesome. The downside is I have at least a million projects to complete before the snow flies. Actually, I like projects.The downside is I have no time to write. I am still journaling, but my fictional characters are stuck in limbo for the time being. I hope they'll hang in there and have a fantastic story to tell me once I get the homestead in order.
1I love Halloween, Jake Leerson thought and put his lock-back knife, into the right rear pocket of his Levi’s. He had a feeling this would be the best Halloween ever. On October 31st of 1989, four people were brutally slain; two of them children, forever changing the landscape of an otherwise peaceful little town nestled in the pines and in the shadow of the mountain. Hysterical mothers kept the phone lines busy at the Precinct throughout the night. The snow was falling hard, and the icy winds
Terry Brown is a long haul trucker on his way home from Bakersfield when it happens. Solar flares that make the Carrington Event look like child's play, wash the world in blinding, white light and all at once, the world as we know it comes to a stop. Powerful EMP blasts knock out the grid worldwide as the sun continues its hellacious flares for nearly 24 hours. Terry takes to the road on foot, meeting every manner of calamity on his 250 mile sojourn home to his sister Katherine and
Getting reviews is kind of like levitating a heavy rock with a leaf blower, or wrestling a cougar. It's hard. That's why I am offering five free kindle downloads of Emmettville. I ask that you write an honest review within 3 weeks if you are a winner. If you're not a fan of the horror genre or you shudder at profanity, blasphemy and violence, then this book is not for you and we'll probably both be happier if you don't enter.
I am getting to the point where drastic measures must be taken. My book, Emmettville, has been downloaded by nearly 500 people. This is good. While the reviews are positive, (also good) the purchase to review rate is dismal. I want your reviews.
I am offering to chew glass, then gargle with bleach when I get to 10 reviews.
Natalie sat shivering at her desk. The furnace was broken; it was just 42 degrees in the office. Karen started early, and could have messaged her, but she didn’t. Chris got the memo. He was working from home today. Anna had clearly gotten the memo. She walked in dressed in her expensive snowmobile gear and looked like a commercial for Klim. Anna didn’t even have a snowmobile. She just had a boyfriend once who did. “Oh my God, Natalie! Aren’t you freezing?” Anna exclaimed.“Yeah… Pretty mu
It was Kevin’s favorite time of year. The leaves were changing and the hot summer heat had faded meaning perfect temperatures for working outside. He sat on the tailgate and watched the river lazily flow, enjoying a hot cup and a smoke. Vern and Troy pulled in about five minutes later and hopped out of an old, white Econoline. They were arguing over last night’s game, Chiefs vs Packers, and Vern threatened Troy with a long walk home after work if he didn’t shut the fuck up about it.“Fine
Solemn, Natalie walked through the door of their home, a 1930’s Bungalow, a few miles outside of Emmett on the Old Black Canyon Highway. The five acres it sat on and the mature trees offered a nice level of privacy. It was a cute little place, with ornate details, lots of built-ins, a beautiful old growth, fir floors. It was just a rental, but Natalie loved it as her own. It was always clean and she kept it just so. The flowers were all dead now, down for their winter naps, but Nata
Natalie got to work at 7:15 and prepped her soul for another blightful day. Karen’s red PT Cruiser with the faux wood paneling and ridiculous vanity plates, “HAWT1,” was already there. How Karen Akers could justify labeling herself as hawt, was waaaay beyond Natalie. Karen wore a cheap home perm job, red with gray roots, and bright green eye shadow. She wore buckets of foundation trying to cover up her pock marked, pasty face. It was a fat face too. Sort of like Miss Piggy’s.“Shit...”She
Available now on Kindle and in paperback! Once Amazon successfully links the two together, you can buy the kindle version for just 99 cents after purchasing the paperback.