Monday, April 18, 2016


Mmmmm, coffee.

I've been a terrible blogger, in general, but also due to a house full of strep throat and a week-long trip to Reno in which it snowed for no damn reason.

But I do have coffee.

Over the next few months I'm going to be playing with Amazon's preorder function, not only on my own work, but also on some stuff I've been cooking up under a Pseudonym.  I've been thinking about it for quite some time because, honestly, giving myself a hard deadline for a crisp finished product can only help with my wandering brain.

Then, the other day, J.A. Konrath brought it up on his blog, "Do Ebook Preorders Work?", and his findings in using the system pretty much sealed the deal for me.

Also, if it doesn't work for me, I can always just stop using it.  That's really the beauty of this whole self-publishing deal, no one can force me to do anything I don't like.

This year is going to be pretty big for me.  I'll be releasing several Gavin English books (at least one more novella, possibly two, and at least two novels) and I'm hoping to put out a book a month, starting in May, under my brand new Pseudonym.  These are all going to be shorter works, and it's a genre I've never dipped my toe into before, but I have high hopes.

Also, I have three other novels I've started and been working on at various times for... hmmm, perhaps eternity?  But I'm excited and still in love with them all so I do plan to finish them and get them out there.  The largest and most Herculean of these is still tentatively titled "Clockwork Charlie" and has been mentioned on this blog many times over the last few years.  Then there is one that I am having a ton of fun with, it's an (as yet) untitled Horror novel about demons and serial killers and cute puppies.  The last is very out of my comfort zone and pouring onto the blank page like molasses.  It's... hmm, well I suppose in the same vein as John Green's "The Fault in Our Stars", so possibly Teen Fiction and filled with angst and an awkward and terribly doomed love story.

I'm reading "Wings of Sorrow" by Iain Rob Wright, and really digging it.  I've read a dozen or so stories by Iain over the years, and this might just be my favorite.

Ok, that's it for now.  I'm going back to my coffee and writing.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016



I am extremely ill today, and my angry political filter is turned off to conserve power for my ravaged immune system.

I may have slept three hours last night, I'm not sure.  If I did, it was only because of the Nyquil, and it was not the peaceful, feel better in the morning sleep I was promised.  However, I have coffee, and so I will press on with this Tuesday and resist the urge to drink a bottle of Jameson and close the blinds until Saturday.  But damn, that sounds like such a nice plan.

I have been waiting patiently for Ashton Kutcher to jump out from behind Donald Trump at one of these rallies or debates and laugh and shout about what idiots we've all been to believe that this could actually be happening.
"You just got Punk'd!"
And yet, here we are, nearly half-way through the primary season, and still I am haunted by this mean-hearted orange gremlin every time I open up my internet browser.  I don't get it... well, mostly.  I understand that the American people are tired of politics-as-usual and exhausted to the point of losing hope, but jumping behind some bigot with a history of financial blunder and a self-aggrandizing public persona just because he's different is a bad plan.
More hate is not the answer (judging by his words and actions, Trump seems to hate women, Hispanics, journalists, Muslims, etc, etc, etc...).
Less freedom is not the answer (Trump has advocated taking away the rights of American Muslims, taking away the protection promised by the Constitution for our freedom of speech, taking away health care from the needy and elderly, etc, etc, etc...).
I understand being disillusioned by the workings of the US government!
There are so many things that need to be fixed, it can seem insurmountable at times.  But it's not.  No matter your skin color, your religion, your political party, don't be fooled.  Donald Trump cares only about Donald Trump, and will do exactly nothing to make your life, or the lives of those you care for, any better.  As a matter of fact, if his hate speech and issue hopping show us anything, he is likely to make things much worse.

I haven't been writing much, and that hurts.  I'll get back to it, though.  I need to get myself free of whatever vile affliction my throat, lungs, and head have taken in.  Afterwords, the world will be much less filled with white pages.

I'm reading the Night Angel Trilogy by Brent Weeks right now.  I actually read the first book way back, probably eight years or so ago, and loved it, but was never able to continue the series.  I don't know why.  It's amazing, I love going back to it.  It's been so long I feel like I'm reading something brand new, and after the first book, I really will be.

Monday, February 22, 2016


I haven't had any coffee yet and the terrible night monsters which tug at my hands and feet to make them slow and clumsy are still very strong because there is hardly any light at all filtering in at this godawful time of the morning.  Still, I will try and put some thoughts here.

Good morning, afternoon, evening!

The US political world is on fire right now, and I can't look away.  I hate rubberneckers on the roads and freeways because they put people's lives in danger, but if Donald Trump were a 2009 Honda Civic t-boning the 1986 Plymouth Reliant that is Ted Cruz, I would certainly slow almost to a stop to watch it happen.  (This is why I shouldn't be writing in public forms before I've had coffee. You were warned.  I think.)

I mean, wow.  I'm very curious to see if the caucus system remains viable now that the world can really watch as downtrodden housewives flip coins to decide who they and all of their party compatriots are choosing to stand behind.  It's kind of ugly, and not in some filtered, instagram-famous way.  It's ugly to watch as half of a packed high school gym cheers while the other half is left grief-stricken.  It's almost as bad as being in a high school gym because you're actually in high school.  Almost.

I've been writing quite a lot, but I suspect that much of it heavy-handed or lilty and will have to be cut or boiled down.  And that's alright because it is how this whole writing thing works, I try and kill as much as I can so when my lovely editors come by with their hatchets, they don't get their clothes too messy.

Right now I am reading several things, mostly erotica.  Why?  Because I'm learning, or at least trying to learn.  I been working on building romance and sexual tension in my writing, and although I don't think it's horrendous, I know I could be doing better.  For me, that means reading and learning.  Here's what I'm reading at the moment: Puss in Boots by Melinda DuChamp, Adult Video by Lexi Maxxwell, and Fuck Buddy by Scott Hildreth.  Yes, they are all erotica and all very dissimilar to one another.  I'll admit I picked up the last one because I was thrilled that the writer had the guts to give his book a title so obvious and crude.

That's it for now.  Thanks for reading.

Friday, January 29, 2016


Hello out there from the Pacific Northwest.  In an amazing turn of events, everything is rain.  Actually, the late Winter/Spring rainy season is one of the things I love best about the Spokane area.

I meant to have a blog posted yesterday, but arrrgh this week has been a hell of family emergencies and sleepless nights.  However, I am here now and fully intend to blog about... something.

This happened.  Actually, it happens a lot, but they do not like digital proof so they tend to scatter when the phone comes out.  If I meet an untimely end, it may be because I posted this image.

I have been trying to be a more active social networker lately.  Mostly it comes in the form of tweets, because I can totally eat up thirty seconds of your time with nonsense and not feel guilty.  Any longer than that and I feel like anything I put out into the public's eye needs to be cut and edited several times just to make sure that every moment a stranger gives me might be worth it.  So, if you're not following me on the Twitter, and you don't mind me trying to be funny or overly-cynical or even talking about books once in awhile, you can follow me here.  I will do my best to never waste more than thirty seconds of your time, per tweet, but I'm not making any promises.

If you like audiobooks, I am currently listening to The Cuckoo's Calling by Robert Galbraith (who is actually J.K. Rowling).  I like it so far, quite a lot actually.  It's a crime/thriller novel and I absolutely love the voice Rowling has found in this genre.  
In old-school paper form, I'm currently reading 20th Century Ghosts, a collection of short stories by Joe Hill.  The book is filled with ghost stories and non-ghost stories which are equally well-written, and the collection is beautifully dark, scary, and sometimes sad.  I urge you to read it if you haven't already.

Unfortunately, my daily writing faltered a bit this week with all the craziness around me, but it was a temporary bump in the road.  I am already back, with my ass at the desk, trying to catch a few decent scenes on the page.

I think I'll leave you now.  I need coffee and there is work to be done.  Also, I need to edit this a few times to make sure I'm using the precious time you're giving me in a wise manner.  Have a good week, thanks for reading.

Thursday, January 21, 2016


It is the morning of Thursday, January 21 as I write this, and the coffee is already gone.  I think I'll have to make more, or find a lamp with a genie in it.  I already know my three wishes, and although I'm not going to spoil them by telling you what they are, I can tell you that I will never have a caffeine deficit again.

On the second day of January, George R.R. Martin wrote in his LiveJournal that his schedule is off and he will not have The Winds of Winter published before season six of HBO's Game of Thrones comes out.  This means that there are likely to be spoilers that are going to piss off some of his long time readers.  I'm bummed that the book won't be out, because I want to read it, but I don't care if there are spoilers on the show.  They are very different animals, the show and the books, and I enjoy each in a very different way.  Also, as long as the books aren't finished, I have something to continually look forward to.

What do you think?

The day is rainy and cloudy here in the Pacific Northwest, and I love it.  Rain always puts me in the mood to write, always has for some reason.  And so, I am writing.  Although, I have also been writing on the not-rainy days, and the snowy days, and the weather-is-not-really-a-thing days.  Any day where I am able to get words down on the page is a good day, so I'm feeling swell.

I am not great at staying in contact with people.  It's a flaw, and one that I've had since I was a child.  My grandmother would write me letters which would go unanswered for months; friends send well-wishes and emails which I smile over and keep forever, but almost never reply to.  I don't know why I'm like this, I've looked for groups of sympathizers to hold meetings with, but no one ever gets back to me (insert rimshot here).

Anyhow, one of the people I do maintain some level of contact with is fellow author, Tracy Sharp.  She writes in several genres, including thrillers, horror, and even romance and I suggest you go find lots of her books and buy them up before they are all gone.  Tracy recently wrote a book with Paul Seiple, it's a sequel to her invasion/horror novel, Intruders.  These are two very fine writers, still early in what I am sure will be their long, successful, and prolific writing careers.  Go get the first two books in the series, and one day you can be the guy/girl who says "Yeah, but I was a fan before anyone even knew their name."

As of today, I am reading Stephen King's 'Desperation' in hardback (because I haven't read it since I was Sophomore in high school and I loved it and wanted to revisit a place that is super creepy and strongly reminds me of the town I grew up in) as well as listening to Gillian Flynn's 'Sharp Objects' on my Kindle via audiobook.  I love both of these books, and if you haven't read them, you should.  If you have read them, you should read them again.

I suppose I'll end here and get back to work on writing some fiction while I can still hear the rain pattering on my window.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Seattle and Stuff

I woke up in Seattle this morning.

I like the feel of this city around me.  The constant screaming of rubber on the blacktop of the interstate, which is only two blocks away from my hotel room balcony, is kind of soothing in its own way.  The city wakes up early, and that suits a man who has trouble sleeping past 5am on most days.

I've been driving and sight-seeing and walking miles and miles so there hasn't been any writing done on this trip, but I think that's ok.  I miss my bed and my routine and my lopsided desk, but that's ok too.

I expected to be guzzling coffee the whole trip, and I have, but it's been either the hotel-room standard or the French press, filled with the greasy black beans we bought before we left.  It's good coffee, and it goes perfectly with the bagels and bananas we picked up at the grocery store.

Today, we go back home.  That thought is both thrilling and kind of sad, which I guess is the point of a vacation.  It'll be good to get back to writing, and I also need to curb the crazy eating that always happens when you are away from home.

Things I'm reading right now: a J.A. Jance novel, because I've never read her before-- a collection of Stephen King shorts, which I've read a couple of times already-- Tracy Sharp's Intruders which I wish I had written-- Injection comics, written by Warren Ellis, which I am behind on by at least two issues.

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Monday, August 17, 2015

There are things happening again!

Hello there!

I know it's been quite some time, but I'm not going to talk about all my time away here.  Not today, that's for a different post which I will be writing because there are important things I want to talk about which some of you may want hear... er, read.  But that's for another day.

TODAY I want to say hey there to all the folks who are still subscribed.  I've missed you. Have you been well?  I hope so.

I have some things happening, including a new mailing list (which I've never tried before, and so far it's very exciting).  If you are interested in getting three or four emails from me each month, telling you about new projects and news and discounts that may be going on, you can sign up for that bad boy Right Here.  Right now, new subscribers are getting the first book in my Gavin English Stories series for free, so if you don't have that already and you want to read it, sign up and get it for free.

Free is always better than not free.  How much do I love cheesecake?  It's pretty good.  How much do I love FREE cheesecake?  Holy hell it's the best thing ever!

See what I mean?

I have also played with the website a lot recently.  I am currently in love with the way it looks, but I'm probably biased, so if you all could give it a look and let me know what you think, that would be fantastic.  You can Click Here and visit or you can click on the new "The Website" link at the top of the page.  Or you can type it in yourself if you are one of those free-thinking, independent types.

So I have, in the last six months to a year, started and really dug into about six manuscripts for new stories.  One of those is almost ready to come out (hopefully the end of this month, beginning of the next) and two or three others will continue to be projects I will finish.  There are a couple, though, that I have simply fallen out of love with.  Probably around 150,000 words there (not including all the ones I already deleted from said manuscripts) that will get washed away.  And that's ok, it's part of the craft.

If you love every word you put to paper, good for you.  I hope I never have to read anything you write because you are clearly delusional, but still... good for you.  (My feelings on this matter may come from some of the freelance editing work I used to do, and I may be jaded. Sorry about that.)

Anyhow, more books are coming. I hope you will read one or two of them.

What about the blog?!

I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with the blog yet, though I'm leaning towards turning it into a place where I can ramble about life and maybe do one or two book reviews a month.  With the mailing list, and the actual writing, and the "writing" I do to pay the bills (yeah, it's SEO content garbage-y stuff) I just kind of want to use this space for whatever is left over.

I might post once a week, I might post five times in a week if the mood is right.  Or I might not post more than once a month.  I'll be around as much as I can, because I still love the idea of blogging and the community that forms around it.  I just don't want it to feel like work.  Too many things feel like work.

Well, I suppose I've rambled enough here.  I hope things are going really well for you, don't forget to take care of yourself out there.