New Book, New Hook or: I Hate Pants

I write these ahead of time, you know. My time-management skills are actually pretty damn good if I do say so myself. I even manage to get a good night’s sleep about 45% of the time, and that’s only on account of the violent night terrors and nightmare disorder that rouses me to consciousness about three times a week on average.

So future me–November 10th me (I trust I’ll still be alive by the time this publishes, but no one knows for sure, right?) is right in the middle of NaNoWriMo. I’m working on a new book that I will publish probably much later than I write it. It’s a tale of the Weird West. I’ve never tackled a Western before but among my favorites are A Fistful of Dollars, True Grit, and The Outlaw Josey Wales. But of course because I let my freak flag fly as they say, I have to add something weird and kind of gross to it, and maybe something sexy now and then.

In addition to the NaNoWriMo excitement, I’ve published another book and I’m super excited about it! Now Entering Silver Hollow is a horror story about a haunted house and the various strange goings on in the small eponymous town. So that’s my new book with a new hook, or an old hook with a new twist. So that would be kind of like a corkscrew hook, which sounds bad-ass (or maybe that’s just me).

Once NaNo is over, I’ll be turning my focus to editing projects, including a “part two” in the Silver Hollow series. The working title is Mercy Hospital. You might even get to find out what happens to the magnificent Oscar, the cat with fur the color of red autumn leaves. Maybe. It’ll depend if he’s feeling up to making another appearance.

Life is a whirlwind and I’m caught up in it without pants. But I hate pants anyway (leg prisons) so I’m good with it. Bet you didn’t think I’d come around to the pants thing, did you?

You know, pants aren’t so bad (they cover my tremendous and beautiful behind, after all), but when I get home, they come right off so I can get into my shorts or house-dress. I like to be comfortable, especially when I’m writing. Pants are not comfortable for all-day wear.

Well, this is me, and this is my personal post about my life right now. Hopefully I’m still alive when this posts, or you’re all gonna feel creepy and weird when you read it, or maybe even cry. I trust I will be (barring a catastrophe or being crushed by a falling piano–which would be a calamity), and I trust that I’ll be laughing about this along with you in a few weeks.

Also, you’ll be getting another installment of The Psych Writer soon. We’re gonna tackle something lighthearted and fun: writing Major Depressive Disorder.

So join me in NaNo if you’re doing it this year, or drop me a line on my Facebook or Twitter page. I’d love to hear from you, even if it’s just to say “hi.”


How’s That Novel Comin’?

In October of 2015, I shared Left In The Cold – A Short Story with my faithful and wonderful readers and followers, who are, as I’ve said, faithful and wonderful.

Right now, I have included this short story in a novel I’m working on, which describes what happened to Jane and Livingston after their incident with this strange creature.

I’m almost 57,000 words in, and it’s not one of my typical horror stories. Oh, rest assured it’s weird fiction, all right, but it’s more character-driven than plot-driven. I thought for sure it would be plot-driven throughout, but Jane’s voice is too strong for that.

So yes, this novel is coming along, and I’m in the final third of the tale.

As for Silver Hollow, the editing process hit a technical hiccup today, but I’m working on fixing that. I hope to be on track soon, because I’d like to have it published in time for Halloween. I’m almost finished editing chapter two now, and it’s fun. I look forward to having people read it and (fingers crossed) enjoy it.

Silver Hollow takes place in my own private universe, as do all of my stories. In my universe, the world is just a tad different. I’m hopeful the differences will serve as a reminder that you, dear reader, are no longer home, and the world you’re visiting is not one of sunshine and rainbows. And in the rare times the sun shines, it scorches the visitor’s neck and the rainbows are solid and capable of strangling him or her. Ha ha.

Actually, the sun shines a lot in my universe, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t something sinister slithering just beneath the surface, ready to break through any minute and leave the world in ruins.

I discovered the same thing is happening with the novel, Left in the Cold. There are good things that happen in it, but when I reread the work, I notice an underpinning of dread that seems to just lie there in wait. It’s like a metaphor for Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Everything is going well but the person is just waiting for that moment where everything goes wrong.

And in my stories, it will. Just give it time.

I am a writer. You can get some cheap entertainment by reading one of my short stories for under a buck. I also hang around Twitter and Facebook sometimes. Come follow me and we’ll be weird together. Or not. I respect your non-weirdness.