A writer is the work, finished or not, published or not. It’s always the work, I think. If you’re lucky, after you die someone will read the work and in those moments you will exist.
Fun fact: my first published short story was released in a 2009 issue of Morpheus Tales. And now, here I am, ten years later, looking at seeing the publication of my first full-length novel. And that’s not to say I never worked on a novel before. No, no, no… I worked on a handful of books and they were all terrible piles of shit.
Grind Your Bones to Dust is just about finished. How terrifying, for me. I’ve written quite a bit but never something approaching the length of this book. Have I abandoned novels in the past? Sure, welcome to Writer Town! Lotta folks in these parts. The sewers are filled with unfinished books. Some of ’em are huge. Unfinished books are practically their own subset of cryptid. You hear about them but you rarely see them. They become legend. But not Grind Your Bones to Dust. Oh, no, this beast is scrambling into reality. We’re past crowning, now, and to the primal scream. And I got the receipts:
And, per the above screenshot, this fourth and final part focuses on the character of Ruth Loving. She is mentioned throughout the book, but only makes a brief appearance at the end of the third part. However, part four is her show. She owns the narrative from here to the end, figuratively and literally.
Today is the first day of May. It is very, very nice outside. All the green is returning and flowers are blooming and the days are getting warmer. And, on top of all that, I’m receiving emails asking about the film/TV rights for my new collection, Nobody Gets Hurt and Other Lies. And from a very reputable company, to boot. Chances are, you’ve seen their handiwork.
This is exciting, while also not being that exciting. Let’s discuss!
Well, here it is, almost May, and I have yet to finish Grind Your Bones To Dust. I had originally hoped to be done with the manuscript by the beginning of January. The book, alas, had other ideas. Suppose I cannot complain too much since the delay has been nothing but good news for the book. Grind Your Bones To Dust may be the best work I’ve ever committed to the page. And as the title will be my first full-length novel, I’d call that a win. Still, I’ll be happy as a clam when the damned thing is over with. These murderous men and flesh-eating donkeys have consumed most of the last eight months of my mental real estate. Other projects are waiting patiently for this rental to open up. As is, I’d wager I am less than 10K words out from calling it a wrap. That’s hardly more than a short story’s worth of material left to jot down, so the end is certainly nigh.
In the meantime, cover and interior art (courtesy of Daniele Serra) is finished. I will probably hold off on sharing the interior art until a later date, but I will gladly drop the cover art in here for you, because it is simply gorgeous:
Still working on my novel, Grind Your Bones To Dust. I could see the finish line, in January, but I took a vacation that gave me time to reflect, and I knew that the third part of the book wasn’t working for me, so I did that kill-your-darlings thing that you hear about if you’re around authors for too long. And I did it, man. I killed about 15K words worth of darlings, making it essentially a page-one rewrite of the third part of the book. Stung a bit, but them’s the breaks. The book will be better off because of it though, and that’s why killing those darlings is, sometimes, a must.
I did get to look at Daniele Serra’s four illustrations for the book. They are gorgeous. I’ll share them all, eventually, but for now you’ll just have to settle for one. Serra is a wonderful artist, and if you are a fan of horror then there is a good chance you’ve seen his work. Check out his site HERE.
I have been busy, busy, busy writing Grind Your Bones to Dust and free time is all but a memory. I still think the book can and will be finished before the end of the year, even though I’ll probably find myself typing “The End” at 11:59pm on December 31st. And since I’m such a glutton for punishment, I’ve elected to write two short stories for anthologies I’ve been invited to. One story is rather short and is titled “Charlotte” and the other story is a bit longer and titled “Planet Werewolf” and once I am done with those bits and the rest of the book I ought to have at least a couple of strands of hair left.
Lots of things have come to pass since I last made an entry on here.