We did it! You and I, together . . . it was a lot of sweating and screaming but once it started to crown we POPPED that sucker right out and into the world. There was much rejoicing. And exhaustion.
It’s been too long since my last post and so much has happened since then I am at a loss as to what to cover, first.
I’ll default to the writing.
Now That We’re Alone is still selling well and exceeding my expectations. The number of reviews on Amazon (currently at 18) have been steadily increasing, too, which is a nice surprise since it took my novella, Necrosaurus Rex, the better part of two years to get as many reviews as Now That We’re Alone has gotten in four months. Hopefully, that number keeps going up, even if it is at a snail’s pace.
What an incredibly busy week and change!
Like, no joke, October is looking to be the single most busy month of the whole year, and the whole year has already been really busy:
1. I’ve signed contracts for two short stories;
3. I’ve dutifully submitted two other short stories;
4. I am gearing up to submit two more short stories, with a third following shortly after;
5. made a really nice breakthrough on my new novella and it has re-lit a fire under my ass to get it done. And the idea was such a “no duh” type of inspiration that it’s almost embarrassing in hindsight, as I should’ve figured it all out looooooong ago.
C’est la vie, right?
BUT . . . the craziest bit of news (number 6, if you’re counting) comes from the world of side projects, namely video game development. Last year, Rooster Republic (the indie press I co-own with Don Noble) started exploring the creation of media besides books. Initially, we were entertaining the idea of board games and card-based RPGs, though that early effort quickly evolved into video games.
Cutting time between different short stories before I get back to finishing my novella and full-length novel. These will probably be the last of 2017’s short fiction, as I expect the longer manuscripts to eat up the rest of the year. For kicks, I thought I’d post a few excerpts.
“How Old Is A Shadow”
Tom’s nipples had bled right through his shirt. Embarrassment is why he now insisted on running before dawn and why he placed Band-Aids over his areolas. Vanity brought him to the man who ran in the shadows.
The men met before dawn, sharing darkness, running along the same path. The man claimed to have found a trick which lent him life everlasting. His tenor bordered desperate, yet vanity gilded his claim and Tom approached without breaking stride.
I took a break from updating this site because I was out of town and all over the country for a month. But now I’m home, catching up on administrative work for Rooster Republic, and trying to readjust to this time zone. I’m getting older, or maybe I was never that great with the time change in the first place. If I’m being honest, then I’d say I don’t really know. I don’t have empirical data to reference. But I digress, and I’m not interested in honesty, so I’ll blame age. I’ll blame my body.
Which is great! Because blaming my body works as a transition to the next paragraph.