COVER REVEAL and GIVEAWAY! “Visions from the Veil” is coming soon.

The long-awaited reveal of Visions from the Veil cover art is here! Feast your eyes upon it below, but be careful. There are some things you weren’t meant to see.

Share this page and be sure to tag @TheHoltoning for a chance to win a free electronic copy!

My thanks to Mar over at The Bold Mom for the cover design.

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Cyborg Sunday, update 4.15.2018:

A leaf on the wind

Doesn’t care how hard its blown:

It enjoys the flight.

“Fate”

Hey everyone!

Bit of a mixed bag on my end lately, as I’m sure you can imagine, given that I missed last week’s update. A bunch of different events collided at once–visiting a tiny family member for her birthday, accidentally ripping out my Libre sensor, trying to find more gainful employment–and by the time I even realized I forgot my weekly post, it was, like, Wednesday.

Dull news: I got my Google Analytics IQ, so watch out, data! I’m observing you.

Epic writer’s news: My feature screenplay “The Mirror Game” won fourth place in The 2018 International Horror Hotel’s horror category! It was my first screenplay, too, so that was really something. There’s a festival starting May 31st and I don’t exactly have a lot of disposable income, but hell yeah am I going to go!

I also hit my 100th short story publication! Hit it a while ago, actually. I miscounted. My bad. Either way, that’s two resolutions off the 2018 list!

Lastly, stay tuned, because I’m having a cover reveal for Visions from the Veil soon, and it’s going to blow your friggin mind’.

I want to end on the high notes, so that’s all for now. Have an amazing day!

Free fiction! “Traction,” a drabble

Tires squeal across cool pavement. It’s been raining, and cars rush around the bend too quickly to notice the dented guardrail.

Below, James scrabbles for purchase, a piece of metal in his side, big as his fist. No arteries severed, no organs shredded, but he’s bleeding out.

One foot up, two feet back. Mud slicks the incline. He tries to climb, slides on down again, finally losing grip entirely. He tumbles and lands hard against the wreck of his car.

James gasps, clutching his side. Brakes screech. A car leaps the rail. He screams as headlights plummet right toward him.

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Free fiction! “Not a Drop to Drink,” an apocalyptic drabble

Not a Drop to Drink

Weatherman said it’d be muggy out. Talk about understatement. Humidity hit 100% by 8 AM and kept rising, breaking all records and instruments. Saturation weighed down the phone lines, cutting off communication. Cars couldn’t get traction to move; those already on the road slid right off.

Didn’t take long for people to drown. Every breath came with more water than usable oxygen, and by that evening, those who died outside bloated, as if found face down in a river.

Cameron huddled inside his house. He’d known this would happen. Six dehumidifiers barely kept him dry.

Then the power went out.

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Cyborg Sunday, update 4.1.2018: Happy Yeaster!

Puns are the highest

And lowest form of humor:

Both at the same time.

“Schrodinger’s Punchline” by Yours Truly

As you can see from this Instagram post, I have a strange, stupid, and pun sense of humor. My sister wasn’t too happy with it. Still, what did she expect from The Pun-isher? She chose to come back to The Punderdome instead of staying up her college for Yeaster. You can’t complain about my sense of humor if you decide to ride shotgun in my Punderbird.

I won’t keep you. It’s a double holiday! Go celebrate. Hug, laugh, prank, and perform some well-intentioned psychological warfare on the people you love. I’ll talk more about myself some other time.

Cyborg Sunday, Update 3.25.2018: Delays, Reboots, and Upgrades

Sometimes, showing up

Is all you’re needed to do.

Be present. Be there.

–“Showing You Care” by Yours Truly

This entry is backdated on account of me failing to follow the usual routine. I attended my sister’s volleyball tournament and left early in the morning. The introduction of these variables through off my normal operations, and I got near-nothing done through the day, my weekly post included. She did well, though, and I was glad to go.

Plus I got to hide a piece of bread up my sleeve, pretending to pull it from behind her ear as part of a very stupid series of ‘rye’ pranks and jokes I’ve been pulling on her for nearly a y-ear (all puns intended, obviously).

Diabetes-wise, I’m back on my muscle-training routines and yoga, leaning away from cardio. It’s kept my blood sugars under significantly better control, to the point where I’m orbiting 90 mg/dl, rather than 140 or so. This has led to some mild lows, but they’re worth the reduced highs and better overall feeling.

Point is, I wholly advocate diabetics pursuing weight lifting and other muscle engaging activities, as it’ll keep insulin sensitivity in a far better place. Just be sure to get enough protein to stave off those persistent drops!

In terms of writing, no new acceptances, but plenty more added to The Reflection and The Echo, which is cruising along nicely. A few short story calls I’d like to write for, but I’ve been tied up with other stuff lately, and can only do so much. But there’s something new coming soon–something you might not have been meant to see.

Visions from the Veil, a collection of short stories, is on the horizon.

Admittedly, part of my time recently was spent playing Warframe, which I got back into for a bit, but I’ve already lost interest again. That’s the trouble with ‘free’ to play games. As The Binding of Isaac satirically pointed out, they’re really Pay2Play, and once I realized I couldn’t progress through Saturn without extensive, purchased upgrades, teammates, and other crap, I uninstalled.

Time to reset my brain back into ‘full throttle.’

Besides, for me, games are like reading: a chance to get away from the outside world with a relaxing, solitary activity. I know I’m far from the only one who feels that way. If you build a game so that solo players get crushed, you alienate a massive chunk of your audience. Keep that in mind, developers.

Of course, Warframe has like 38 million players or something, and really cool lore if you struggle through everything, so it’s not going anywhere. Plus I bet I’ll be right back playing again if they ever do Warframe virtual reality, especially if it’s Matrix-style full immersion. …But I’ll lose interest again just as quickly in favor of plugging into yet another Resident Evil RE-make.

Anyway, that’s all a long way away, so for now, I’m signing off. Have a good one!

 

 

Another glowing review for AT THE HANDS OF MADNESS

David “The Gallifreyan Buccaneer” Gundersen put up a rather awesome recommendation for At the Hands of Madness, saying, “This is all in all a brilliant giant monster human survival story you don’t want to miss.”

“This is a blazing, fast paced cross between Transformers, Pacific Rim and classic Japanese Kaiju movies. The camaraderie between the main characters has a Suicide Squad vibe.”

As a huge fan of Suicide Squad, both the comics (yes, Original and New) and the movie, I couldn’t be happier about hearing this. Check out his review here.