A Writing Entry – What the Heck Happened to Publishing?

Okay, first I think I’m going to have to switch my posting day from Wednesday to Thursday for completely selfish reasons that have to do with my newly scheduled demon-slaying. I’ll still aim for Saturday/Sunday though, with Sunday being more likely. Saturday nights I generally stay up too late pretending I’m a superhero.

Right, to the matter at hand…

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Shameless Self-Promotion – Happy Halloween Again!

I apologize for the dearth of blog entries.  I have, as has been documented, been frantically trying to complete my newest novel/collection of short stories.  Luckily, I did have a good idea for the cover so at least I didn’t have to spend time getting inspired for that (although the execution was a considerable bit of work).  Actually, the cover art came to me as soon as I settled on the title.  So finally I’ve published the third installment of Nevermore and the Ravens, Saturday Night Séance!  It’s still absolutely free (I’m seeking fame and notoriety now and hopefully one day, money) and currently available through these fine retailers –
Smashwords
Apple
Scribd

Soon to be available through –
Barnes & Noble
txtr
OverDrive
Flipkart
Oyster

Now that this project is finally finished, I’ll get started on the next one of course, but I’ll also get back to regular Wednesday/weekend blog entries as well.  And I will enjoy the season and all the fun things about it and maybe, finally, get around to reading “Justice League: Year One.”

Pumpkin flavor all the things!

My Fiction – Spirit of Sorrow

This was originally published in June 2012 in Pagan Edge and the theme was, obviously enough, spirits.  I use the ideas in this short story for longer short stories (“Tricks ‘O Pedia”) in Nevermore and the Ravens and also in Paranormal is Relative (“Beyond the Grave”).

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My Fiction – Bark

This one was published in January of 2012 in the now-defunct Pagan Edge e-zine.  The theme was, “breaking out, breaking through, or exploration.”  If anyone can hazard a guess as to where I got the name of one of the girls in Apartment 3G, please put it in the comments section.  This was partially inspired by a character in the Discworld novels.

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My Fiction – A Day in the Life

First, a big thanks to three nice guys I met unexpectedly last weekend.  My friend and I were trying to go to a con, but the line was ridiculously long and slow-moving.  There are only so many ways to pass the time; people watching was pretty good, but then I struck up a conversation with the three people behind us, who were kind enough to engage with a stranger.  So thanks to (and I hope I got your names right), Mark, his son Tristan, and their friend Ryan for making an otherwise really irritating 1.5 hours pretty enjoyable.  I hope we meet up again sometime.

So this story was published for the June 2011 edition of Pagan Edge, which had a wedding/handfasting theme.

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My Fiction – Dandelions Never Roar

So in tribute to my ongoing fights with foliage, I found this story originally published in April 2011 and decided to share.

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My Fiction – Meddling Kids

This was originally published in the now defunct Pagan Edge in October 2011.  The theme of the month was, of course, death, dying, spirits, and Samhain.  I wrote this pretty tongue-in-cheek.  Also, I am absolutely not subtle about it.  What can I say?  I’ve admitted to freely borrowing from other sources before, and this was just too tempting for me to pass up.

“Meddling Kids”

“So, this is the place,” said Mayor Withers.  “As I said, the legend is that after her husband died in the War Between the States, Mrs. Beauregard killed herself and to this day haunts the Magnolia Plantation.”
The ghost hunters started to unpack their gear from their van.  The sun was starting to set on the ruined antebellum manor house.  The house was mostly intact, but it was covered with climbing ivy and other creeping plants.
“You leave it to us, Mayor,” said Rick.
“Good, good, if this place is really haunted, it’ll really boost tourism.  But I’ll leave y’all to your work,” he said, and drove off.
“Come on, gang, let’s check this out.”  Rick was followed by Norville, Laurel, and Veronica, all of whom were carrying a variety of instruments.
“Oww,” Laurel cried as her foot went through a weak board on the porch.
“Are you all right?” Rick asked.
“Yeah.  I think I just twisted my ankle a little.  I can keep going.”
The group was more cautious getting through the double doors.  They clicked on flashlights to get a good look at the grand entrance.
Norville cocked his head to the side as the others fiddled with their instruments.  “Gang, we don’t need all that.  We’ve got a live one.  Well, you know what I mean.”
“What do you hear?” Veronica asked, pushing up her glasses and poised to take notes.  None of them doubted Norville; he was the only true medium in the group.
“I hear a woman.  I’ll bet it’s the lady of the house.”
“Then let’s talk to her,” Rick said.
Mayor Withers arrived the next morning as the group was just about done packing up their van.  “Well, what did y’all find?”
“I’m sorry, Mayor, but this house is definitely not haunted,” Veronica said.
His face fell.  “Really?”
“I’m sorry, but our instruments didn’t record anything,” she said.  “No unexplained thermal changes, no electronic voice phenomena, not even an orb on the digital cameras.  The house is run-down and I think there are rats in there, but no ghosts.”
The Mayor looked sly.  “Well,  you know the plantation isn’t haunted, and I know it, but I don’t have to tell the Board.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Rick said.  “Laurel twisted her ankle on the porch.”  He pointed to Laurel’s ankle, which she had taped that morning.  “I’ve been in a lot of run-down buildings, and it’s pretty dangerous to walk through them, especially at night.  I guess you could fix it up to code, but that’ll cost a lot.  I mean, you don’t want some kids getting in there to hunt ghosts and getting hurt.”
“Oh, no, I really don’t want that.  I don’t know even know how to get it up to code.  Well, darn it.  Sounds like I’ll have to keep people out to avoid a lawsuit.  I’m sorry to have wasted your time,” said the Mayor.
“No problem.  We never expect to find anything.”
“Alrighty.  Well, I’ve got some work to do so I’ll be headin’ out.  See y’all later,” the Mayor said, and drove off.
When the Mayor’s truck was out of sight, there was a shimmer of light in the shade of a nearby magnolia tree.  “Thank y’all very much,” said the whisper of a woman’s voice.
“It’s no problem, Mrs. Beauregard,” Norville said.  “We’re in this business to help people, living or ghost.  Do you need anything else?”
“No, thank y’all.  I just need some time alone.”  With that, the shimmer and voice faded away.