Well, self published anyway. I got tired of rejection letters from agents who didn’t even want to read the books, so I published them on my own. I will be working on marketing them in the future.
A Pack of Dogs is the story of Jacob Baxter, who finds himself the last man on Earth. An old trope, I know, but this time, a considerable amount of time has passed, and several members of the animal kingdom have ascended to sapience. Things go wrong after wrong when Jacob finds himself on a journey to save what may be the remnants of mankind.
Index, Washington is the story of, well, Index, Washington, and some of the people that live there. Unbeknownst to them, an ancient evil, buried deep in the Cascade Mountains, is stirring to life, with nothing but bad intentions. Five people find themselves on a collision course with the paranormal and the supernatural, with cataclysmic results.
The paperback versions are $15 and $10, respectively. That’s as cheap as I could print them. The Kindle versions are 99 cents, and from now until Friday, the Kindle versions are free!
That’s right, the Kindle version is free! What have you got to lose, except a few hours of reading bad fiction that you’ll never get back! Wait, what! Anyway, if you do download it, I’d appreciate a review on Amazon. Honest is fine!
Please support small/struggling/local artists, and please let me know what you think of the work!
If anyone wants to give them an honest review, and post something to Goodreads or their blog, let me know, and I will send you a copy.
Hope everybody’s well!
I’ve posted a new short story, called A Visit to Langley.
This one is a little long, at 8k words, but it was a blast to write. It’s HP Lovecraft meets the Twilight Zone. As always, please enjoy, and, if you get a chance, let me know what you think.
It’s a little rated R due to language and subject matter, but it’s not too bad.
Hope everybody’s well!
When I started this blog, I swore to myself that I would not bring up politics, but with his recent comments about Puerto Rico, I find myself compelled.
I may lose a few followers over this, but THIS IS MY OPINION ONLY: Donald Trump is an insecure, repugnant, loud-mouthed, uncultured, unintelligent, vapid, racist, sexist, homophobic, egomaniacal, narcissistic windbag. I chuckle when I think of what this man considers culture. I doubt he’s read a book since the eighth grade.
So how does this affect my writing? In my current project, Index, I paint a portrait of a small mountain town in Washington State. Everyone respects each other. Everyone gets along. Differences are tolerated. Differing opinions are considered. Do horrible things happen here? Sure, this is a novel, but the characters themselves are good, honest, friendly people.
My writing is my escapism, and I want to live in a world where people do not hate each other because of their differences. I see no reason why the real world can not be the same.
Just my thoughts. Hope everybody’s well!
I added a short story called ‘Kaleb’ to my web page. If people could check it out, and let me know what they think, that would be great.
It’s a (mostly) true story of a dog I knew. It’s emotionally manipulative, but, hey, what story about a dog is not emotionally manipulative?
Anyway, it’s in the short story section at the top of the page. Give it a read, and let me know what you think.
Hope everybody’s well!
I realize this isn’t a fun thing to talk about…
Just because of the brain I have, when I write, I invariably include a suicide that one of my protagonists has had to endure, usually a close family member. I find that this brings a rich vulnerability to the character, and makes them far more human. It gives them a depth of emotional range that is a rich pallet to write about.
Let me just say that suicide is the ultimate form of terrorism. It destroys those that are left behind. It ruins those that must go on. Lives are shattered, forever. Those that remain will be asking ‘why’ until the day they die.
However, as someone who has dealt with mental illness, I understand the need to want to kill the pain. I understand the suffering that says you can’t go on. But here is the thing: You can go on. You can get better. I’ve lost two close friends to suicide, and I wish I could bring them back, because it does get better. Depression is a transient illness.
Anyway, back to writing. When you have a character that has suffered that kind of loss, the range of emotions you get to play with, as a writer, increases dramatically. The character can become more believable, more rich in their emotional depth. Good writing is drama, and drama is conflict, and nothing conflicts better than those that have suffered.
I would be remiss if I did not mention this, the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, 1-800-273-8255.
Anyway, that’s all for now. Hope everybody’s well! Take care,
When I write my fiction, it’s easy to get inside the characters’ heads, coming from my perspective. I struggle with anxiety and depression, and this can translate quite handily when I build a character. Hey, write what you know.
As a writer, I take on the form of omniscient narrator, master storyteller. That means that I have complete control over what my characters think and do. I almost write from a position of envy, because if I wanted to, I could completely take away a character’s mental illness. That would damage the narrative, but it is interesting to contemplate.
It gives a writer a sense of power to have complete control over these characters that they have created. In a way, I see it as projecting my desire to have control over my own head. Which is another thing entirely.
I think every writer will, at some level, transpose some of their own illness, or quirkiness, into their characters. This makes them more relatable, more believable. I’m not saying that every writer out there is mentally ill, but you can probably see it from where they’re standing. That’s what makes us all artists. Our lovable quirkiness.
But this is the realm of my fiction. In the end, it is medical treatment, and my profound faith in a higher power, that things can and are improving. Now if I could just finish the damn novel.