New Patreon story up!

Hey everyone!

My Patreon’s story for March is now live. Those of you that have already pledged can go here to read it.

For those of you that haven’t, pledging to my Patreon not only comes with a monthly story, but those stories get compiled into an annual collection, which you’ll get for free upon publication!

Higher pledges earn MP3 recordings, ebooks, and signed print editions–not to mention promotional opportunities for other writers, including tweets, IG posts, and a page right here on my website.

Here’s a teaser for this month’s story while you think:

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The newspapers kept saying a killer roamed these roads, and there she sat, car quiet, just a hunk of metal on the side of the road. Hazard lights flashing their steady warning, she sat on the trunk, facing the open road, hoping somebody halfway decent would drive up and decide to stop for her. The sun set hours ago, leaving her alone with the coo of nocturnal birds and the cool wind kicking dust from the poorly maintained pavement into her eyes.

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If you liked it, consider pledging at my Patreon! All pledges go to affording insulin and other diabetes-related stuff, with some for book advertising if the page does well. See you soon!

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Free fiction! Planned Obsolescence, a short neo-noir, sci-fi story

Hey everyone!

I recently put up another FREE story over at my patreon! Give it a look, and feel free to keep the PDF for your reading pleasure later. This will go into my annual collection, so be sure to pledge! All patrons get a copy at the end of the year.

The next TWO people to pledge get a free ebook, so sign up soon. This offer’s going quick.

Check it out!

Cyborg Sunday, Update 1.21.2018: Crimson Inc, The Horror Zine, JEA, and the Waiting Game

Patience. Still your heart.

No good ever came from rushing.

Slow down. Breathe. Relax.

–“Virtue” A Haiku by yours truly

 

Hey everyone,

Not an overwhelming amount of stuff to share today–not even actual cyborg news, beyond ‘my blood sugars have been funny the past day or two’ and ‘I still have diabetes.’

I’ve mostly been holding out, waiting to hear back on a variety of subs. Painting the White City Red is still on hold-out for a particular press, as an editor expressed interest in those poems, but I haven’t heard too much yet. The Gospel of Decay, NOVA EXE, and Absolute Zero are still under consideration in various places. A bunch of short stories and poems are out in different venues, so we’ll see how that goes. I also sent Crimson, Inc. out last night. Oof. Waiting.

I did have four poems ultimately accepted for the upcoming issue of The Horror Zine, and a short story, “Sound and Furry,” accepted to the Endangered Species post-apocalyptic anthology from J. Ellington Ashton Press. All that’s been pretty fun!

The Call of the Void got rejected from Villipede Press. That’s okay–it’s almost a relief to have something out of the queue!

I made a New Years’ Resolution to hit my 100th short story pub this year, and while I’m well on the way (87/100), I have two ideas for longer works that are demanding my attention. Hm…

That’s the beautiful thing about writing, though. It’s all about momentum. We learn about this early on, usually in middle or high school: a body in motion stays in motion, while a body at rest stays at rest, unless acted upon by an outside force (which is why it’s so hard to get out of bed in the morning!).

With a career like this, self-driven, where everything depends on your ability to put your ax to the grindstone and get it done, there are always outside forces. There’s rejection, the day job, family matters, health crises (I should know), stress, mental illness (comes with the job, amiwrite?), and freaking out over the latest news blast about what the US President did this time, or what North Korea’s planning, or blah blah blah.

So keep going. That’s all the advice I have for you. Do not stop. Even if you write absolute garbage one day, hell, if you write poorly for a week, a month, don’t give up. If you’re a writer, your career depends on three things: skill, patience, and luck. Skill develops over time. Patience is the ability to tolerate time. And, as Thomas Jefferson once said, “I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.” So work. Get it done. I don’t believe in luck. I do believe in you.

Thanks for stopping by. If you’re looking for fiction, check out my Patreon–it has some free content to give you a sample of what I’m cooking up!

Drop a line below if you’re feeling chatty. I love hearing from you.

 

Free fiction to kick off my 2018 campaign @Patreon!

Hey folks!

To start my 2018 off “write,” I have two stories up on my Patreon account that are FREE to all readers!

If you like what you see there, please consider pledging. The first five pledges of 2018 get a free ebook, and one slot’s already taken, so hop along if you want that special offer!

1 dollar gets you the monthly story and an annual eBook of them all collected,

5 gets you an MP3 recording of me reading the work

10 earns you a “Sponsored by” listing on my website, a link to your page/site/profile, and being personally thanked in my videos

20 gets you signed print copies of the annual collection, AND any single-author book I put out while you’re pledged, not to mention an entire page of my website dedicated to you.

And 100? That’s a special tier. You get a special GOLDEN MYSTERY BOX! (Once a year)

So, here’s a teaser to today’s free story. Head on over to read the rest!

Sacrifices

The front door slams open, then shut, and I hear heavy, rapid footfalls going up the stairs. Damn, I think, looking at the stove, turning the flame down low so that I don’t turn chicken cutlets into charcoal. With a twist of the sink’s knobs, hot water blasts over the carving knife, cleansing it as I follow my sister upstairs. After today, it’s never going to be clean again.