Grind Your Bones To Dust . . . is grinding me to dust.

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.

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What I am reading while writing about killer donkeys.

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Grind Your Bones to Dust is coming together very nicely. The first part (of four) was just wrapped up, Monday night. I sent the draft to an interested party on Tuesday. As with all things writing, now I wait. But that doesn’t mean I stop writing. And it certainly doesn’t mean I stop reading.

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December, Tentatively…

“At the End of the Day I Burst into Flames burrowed into my heart with each page that I read and took shape as a beautiful monster. Nicholas Day paints worlds both wonderful and painful. He shows us another side of death and love where their roles are interchangeable and their story unforgettable. He’s one of my favorite wielders of words.” –Michelle Garza, coauthor of Mayan Blue, Those Who Follow and Kingdom of Teeth

My novella, At the End of the Day I Burst into Flames, comes out in December. Tentatively, of course, just like the article’s title alludes, but I’d be surprised if it didn’t hit sometime before Christmas.

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The next short story collection . . .

After some hemming and hawing, it looks like the next project will, indeed, be a second collection of short stories. And why not? At 40K words and counting, it’s all ready robust enough to stand on its own, and once it is wrapped up the collection will be twice the length of my previous collection, Now That We’re Alone.

An added bonus? This new collection all ready has an interested party . . .

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Will I pick the next project, or does the next project pick me?

At The End of The Day I Burst Into Flames is finished (and under contract with Journalstone/Bizarro Pulp Press) and though it must still be ushered into the second stage of its life, I am now faced with developing one of many existing manuscripts to a point of completion:

  1. a follow-up collection of short stories, one which has all ready eclipsed the length of Now That We’re Alone. Like the last collection, there’s a bit of everything included, but the overall theme seems to be . . . body horror.
  2. a novella (approaching novel-length) crime fiction/kaiju monster mash up.
  3. an apocalyptic sci-fi, the third (and final) entry into my unofficial “Cyclical Narrative” trilogy that began with Necrosaurus Rex and At The End of The Day . . .
  4. a full-length mystery about an amateur sleuth in the throes of early-onset Alzheimer’s.

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