Saturday, January 23, 2016
Wait. Sorry. If I'm going to start with the word "gentle", I should probably avoid finishing with an exclamation point. I guess if that's the only error tonight then I'm doing well.
Alright, greetings; mellow or otherwise. With the new year comes a new start and, hopefully, more feedback from yours truly and to yours truly. To translate that, I'm going to try to post more, share more, and I want to hear from you, the reader.
I apologize (which I do a lot, apparently) to anyone who feels like I ignored them and their offers to proofread for me. It wasn't personal. I wasn't really asking for help, just explaining my problem as I saw it at the time. You see, I spent most of last year really depressed (my knee re-injury, physical therapy, problems in my personal life, money issues, etc.), trying to cope with various and sundry, and the only thing I found that helped was spending as much time as possible out-of-doors, dangling sharpened bits of bent wire in water, trying to entice the local wildlife to mildly injure their mouths and have an out-of-water experience. I went places I'd never been before, saw some incredibly beautiful vistas, and spent a lot of time soaking up sunlight. All-in-all, it was very relaxing and, three months after having to give it up for the winter, I'm missing it every day.
Still, it was therapeutic no end, and I face the blank page with a renewed vigor I haven't felt in a long time. I've done some work of higher quality than I've managed in a while, and reviewed several projects I'd started and given up on due to my feelings about their quality. Interestingly enough, they were all much better re-reading them than I felt when I gave up on them. They may not go anywhere, and at least one of them is probably beyond my abilities at the moment, but I've returned to them and have been finding gold where once I saw only slag.
Progress has been made on the sequels to Triggerbreak and Subject 12. I've been bouncing ideas for another short story to possibly add to Reagent Protocol, and I've done some work on an eventual followup to The Grand Granger. That one is probably too grand a grasp for me at the moment, as I delve into the politics of the Empire and visit some of the intricacies of the Tal'Red to a depth I've never attempted before. On the other hand, I had some fun, and I love working on the weaponry and other technical details of the technologies involved.
So, here's where the title of this post may begin to make sense. You see, I fully intend to interact more with you this year, barring anything unexpected happening. That means more updates more often, announcements as they become pertinent, and the occasional surprise in the form of more excerpts. Of course, all of this is predicated on the idea that you, the reader, want any and all of the above, so I'm reaching out to you.
To begin this little experiment, if I hear from at least five people in the comments section here, I will share a snippet from the book formerly known as Rogue in a blog post. It will be a few hundred words long, but since it explores a bit of Hammer's past as well as his present, I think you'll like it. It also gives away the setting for a portion of the book that's not going to change before it gets published, but I don't want to talk about it too much before I post it.
Time to wrap up, so I'll leave you to get back to whatever activity you were occupied with before visiting my blog. Thanks for reading and for supporting me through all this, and don't forget to tell all your friends and family about my books if they'd be at all interested!
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Alright, yes, I've been writing. Not much, but some, and the quality has been higher than I was getting before I took the summer off. Much higher. I've actually found voices for characters I'd nearly forgotten how to write entirely, so productivity should be better from here in.
On a side note, for those of you who haven't given up, I've decided that Rogue will only be the working title for the book. While this means I now have to find another title (and titles and names are two things I really struggle with), it also means I can save it for something more appropriate.
And on that note, have a safe and productive day. I'll be offering a sneak peek or two if I feel there's enough interest, so feel free to drop me a line!
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
So, this will be very brief. First off, happy holidays! Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Three Kings Day, St. Lucia Day, Ramadan, Yule, Winter Solstice, Hump Day, Space Movie Day, or whatever you might celebrate. I wish you good and bright tidings for the holiday of your choice and for the new year!
Next up; I'm currently dealing with my second case of bronchitis since September, which ran right on the heels of my second case of pneumonia since November. In fact, I never really recovered from the second bout of pneumonia, it just (ma)lingered, making me cough more and start to wheeze until my sinuses plugged up like a sewer with a fatburg in it and then I was coughing nigh-incessantly. I'm on my second course of antibiotics for the last six weeks and hopefully this will clear things up.
I find it nearly impossible to write when I'm so sick I can't breathe without gasping like a goldfish in a cat's mouth or coughing until I vomit in my mouth, and that's been my state of health for basically the last two months. So, not much progress to report other than I'm breathing much easier today than I was yesterday at the doctor's office.
Have a happy near year and hopefully I'll have more positive things to share come the turn of the calendar. Thanks for your support!
Friday, August 21, 2015
Anyway, between the pain and writer's block and everything else that's been going on this summer, I've basically said screw it and gone on what I'm told is called a "staycation". Done a lot of fishing, worked on lowering my stress level, and tried to get my brain back into gear. Now, if only I had a laptop that I could stand to type on for more than a minute at a crack without cramping up or cursing Lenovo for such a shitty keyboard... I might be able to get some work done.
I've been having some good ideas, so hopefully when I knuckle down and get back to work I won't hate what I'm writing so much that I'll actually get something done.
I'll update with regards to my knee and when I can get back to work. Hammer will strike again.
Thanks for reading!
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Okay, already distracted.
So, I went awfully quiet after posting frequently. That's something I should explain because I'm sure someone is wondering what's up.
I've been dealing with what my doctor has diagnosed as an "internal derangement". It's something that's been going on for 17.5 years (literally half my life) since Halloween, 1997. Long story short, I had a night that ended with me pushing my kneecap back into place, and the next day the doctor who "fixed" my knee is no longer legally able to practice medicine in NY.
So what does that have to do with the here and now? Simple. It's become worse. Much worse. As in, I have a hard time standing, walking, or even sitting. In fact, while being examined this past Wednesday afternoon, I became so severely dizzy while laying on my back and bending my knee that I couldn't sit upright after for several seconds. The nerve involvement is that bad. Often while bending my knee I will experience a burning/tearing sensation, and then I wind up feeling like I have a thousand fire ants crawling and biting around my kneecap. Imagining that? Sorry, I know how that must be, but that's what I get. I'm also walking with a cane again, something I haven't had to do with any frequency for years.
Needless to say, it's hard to be creative when you can't sit still for any length of time, etc. I've been transcribing the hand-written rough draft, but it's slow going thanks to the SHITTY keyboard on this laptop (Lenovo Z50-75, I do not recommend this, or any other, Lenovo product) and the pain, etc.
But I have a referral to an orthopedic surgeon, so hopefully I'll be getting my knee fixed within six weeks of my appointment, so that pushes it out to about three months before I can get surgery. Then six more weeks of healing.
Alright, I'm out. Thanks for all your support!
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
Wait, the latter would make me a politician or CEO apologizing for, well, anything.
Okay, it was just a thought. My brain does some odd things at weird times.
So, since this is the opposite of the opposite of an update, that makes this an update and someone might think at this point I'm just stalling.
STALLING! Of course! The opposite of an update is a stall, and not the cow/horse/engine kind. In a sense, it's a shame pigs live in sties/pens, because then the comparison to politicians ends, though it's really not fair to domestic pigs because given a chance they live cleanly and take care of their young.
Well, I feel better.
Okay, update time. Writing continues apace. I'm doing a couple thousand words a day on average, though that's an estimation because I'm not counting what I'm writing longhand. My word processor takes care of the actual word count when I'm typing, so I have a decent metric for said estimation...
Anyway. Let's see how the editing goes once I get everything lined up. I'm seriously not censoring myself when I'm writing because rough drafts are like that, but once I get into the first draft I may blood my axe until it needs some major sharpening. We shall see, my friends. Indeed we shall.
Oh, before I go, I have to say hello to the Aussie fan(s) who keep hitting my page from Google.com.au. Hello! I hope you have a pleasant winter. It's still awesome to me that people a world away can see what I'm writing as soon as I'm done writing it, and have done so on more than one occasion!
Thanks for reading and, as always, thank you for your continued support!
Monday, March 30, 2015
To be honest, I'm sick of being formal -- it doesn't seem to net me any extra readers, garner me any ad revenue (because I'm not making any ads pop up on your computer if I can help it), or do anything for me except make me sound stiff. My knee? That's stiff, but that's a whole other story. My writing, as any of you who have read it will probably agree, isn't. My characters, fights, worlds, etc, are rough, yes. But it's not stiff.
Anyway, I appreciate the support and kind words I've received via Twitter (which I will respond to as soon as I can) and elsewhere. Life has been hell; crazy health issues, crazy relationship issues, crazy friendship issues, crazy weather, writer's block... But I've gone over most of these before. No point in rehashing the issues.
So I figured I'd give you guys, gals, and everything in between a quick update on what was going on.
Regarding my health: I've had some severe medication issues. When I say severe, I mean severe. It's next to impossible to get anything done with the medication you're trying to take puts you in the bathroom for upwards of four hours a day. I'm not going to go into details, you haven't done anything to deserve them that I'm aware of. But I'm better now that I'm no longer taking said medication, though I'm sure my doctor will try to put me on the third member of the family when I see him in a couple weeks.
Regarding my relationship issues: Crazy, crazy, stressful, crazy, stressful, stressful, stressful, crazy. Now that I'm done with last week, I can talk about this week... Only a mild exaggeration, purely for comedic effect. Seriously, only a mild exaggeration. Last winter I lost thirty pounds before February and gained them back by year's end. This year instead of losing weight I lost hair. To be honest, I preferred the weight loss, even if it meant everything from getting an ultrasound of my liver to genetic testing that came back with interesting results.
The weather may finally be settling down, so let's see how that goes.
And now for the one most of you are probably at all concerned about, the writer's block. I've been writing a lot lately. I gave in and went back to my old method of creating -- long-hand writing with a fountain pen (or two or four or... Okay, I need to go through and count my pens again) for the rough draft, then typing it up and smoothing/editing while doing so, then going back and polishing it, etc. I did roughly five thousand words in less than twenty-four hours a few days ago. It's mostly been scrawling things out since, but I figure I did a couple thousand words yesterday. That's a lot of writing, at least long-hand. Going to be a lot of typing later, and I'm excited at the prospect.
So what am I writing? I can only write what my muse lets me. In this case, it's not Rogue. Sorry, folks, but I'll get back to that soon. I'm working on the sequel to Triggerbreak. Some of you might question why I'm writing the sequel to a book that's sold somewhere around forty to sixty copies, especially when there's still demand for the Subject 12 sequel, and you'd be right to do so. My answer has already been given, though. I can only write what my muse lets me.
Speaking of Rogue, I do have some good news on that front. I've decided to go ahead and write what I'd originally planned. That means serious tie-ins to both books that came before, but mostly it'll just be more Hammer-y goodness for those of you who like that kind of thing. The bad news to go with the good is I'm going to finish this project, which I'll reveal more about when I get closer to the end of it, before I get back into Hammer's head.
Speaking of heads, any of you remember the short-lived Fox sitcom Herman's Head? I liked that show, but in retrospect it was pretty-well doomed from the get-go. Still, it was better than CBS's utter waste of time, Partners. Holy crap, if there was ever a poster child for bad chemistry, bad writing, and banal directing, this show was in the running. There was zero chemistry between anyone on the show except the gay partner and the girlfriend, and that was for about two minutes in one scene of one show. None of the characters had any depth, it was just badly-written joke after unfunny joke after insultingly-bad or outright insulting joke, and nobody was believable as anybody in the show. Hell, half the time it seemed like they never even rehearsed together, it was just a couple minutes in front of a mirror before they went to the soundstage to film.
Ah, should have been a TV/movie/restaurant critic. Anyone know of any openings in the northern part of New York for any of the above? Drop me a line in the comments. Heck, drop me a line in the comments over anything. I swear I'll do better about responding in the future.
Thanks for reading! Back to work for me!
P. S. In case anyone thought I was being something other than attempting to engage a little with my last two blog posts... Shame on you! (Just kidding.)
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
But maybe we need to talk about these things, lest we forget they ever happen; lest we doom ourselves to repeat them.
Monday, November 3, 2014
For starters, I am now single. My girlfriend of approximately four years (discounting the three months she was seeing someone else before agreeing to a serious relationship with me) dumped me last Sunday. Via text message. I won't go into detail beyond that little gem, nor will I expound on her cheating on me on Valentine's Day with the guy she'd been seeing.
So, as you can imagine, my life's been a mess for, if I want to be honest, a year now. With that in mind it's a small miracle that I got Reagent Protocol finished and published this year. Now, that particular book hasn't been well-received, and I have some ideas on that, even though I still think the story and characters are in some ways superior to previous works. One of these ideas, simply put, is a lack of feedback while I was writing it.
Not so simply put, I have a method for writing that probably is a little less self-reliant than it should be. When I struggle with a sentence, or if I wonder about a passage, I like to ask people to read the parts in question and give me some feedback. Frequently, the simple act of posting the questionable content in a chat window, e-mail, or what-have-you, gives me insight. This insight usually leads to small changes, but the feedback I get from the friend(s) I shared with is frequently invaluable to me.
The fact that I don't have a professional editor to help me is also a reason why I find this particular exchange so useful and valuable.
I won't lie and say that the feeling I get when my friends ask me for more of the story to read (especially when it's unsolicited) is unwelcome. It's very encouraging, actually.
I've had none of that for a very long time.
The net result is that I wrote the last half (or more, I can't remember) Shawn Doolish part of Reagent Protocol without any appreciable amount of feedback and an unbelievable amount of personal stress from an unhappy relationship. Actually, I wrote the whole think with no real feedback. The reasons for this are several-fold. Many of my friends are no longer in my life in any way. Most of those have moved on, or at least moved away from the only ways I had to contact them. Of those remaining, none of them have the free time they used to, so I can't ask them to do more than peek at a line or two once in a great while.
Some of you would ask, why not ask the girlfriend for her help? Well, um, that's a good question, actually. It warrants a good answer. I'll give one, just not quite yet.
During the last two years I haven't been exceptionally productive, writing-wise. Actually, that's incorrect. Since I published Subject 12, I haven't been very productive. I wrote The Grand Granger and Reagent Protocol in these intervening years, but neither is especially long, nor particularly successful. Oh well, as teenagers say all the time. But I haven't been very productive, it's really that simple.
So, why? I've been distracted, depressed, busy, and in a relationship that appears to have been far more one-sided than I'd ever thought. My girlfriend was rarely supportive of my writing. Or of me, for that matter. When the chips were down and I really, truly needed support because my world was collapsing around me and it wasn't entirely internal, she was there for me. That's something that I respect her for, but as for the rest of the relationship it just didn't work. I threw everything I could into it; I changed behaviors and goals, spent money I couldn't afford to spend and barely had, sacrificed friends and damaged relationships with other people I cared about, drove an hour to visit her two and three times a week, and found myself including her in every decision I made whenever she was around (other than the food I ordered at restaurants), all just to be with and try to make happy a woman who felt that she was making me miserable. At least, that's the story she tells. To be honest, I believe she was unhappy with herself and her medical problems, and her refusal to compromise on virtually anything drove me batty. I wont go into more details, but I will say that her cheating on me wasn't the worst thing that happened, even if it felt like it at the time. The things she's accused me of indicate such a negative opinion of me that I honestly don't know why she wanted me around at all, and to be honest with myself, it really hurts to think someone I care about thinks so badly of me.
It was, in short, a bad relationship. It ate up my life, leaving me little else to subsist on. That little else did not include much writing; I did get some done on various projects, but not enough to say I did enough, and the quality has, no doubt, suffered from my distraction and stress. We fought constantly. Due to this relationship I've gained and lost over sixty pounds in the last year. If that doesn't tell you what my life has been like, I don't know how better to explain it.
That's not to say it was all bad. We did share some good laughs, some good times, and some good food. If I hadn't been trying to show her that I was changing, I wouldn't now own a fedora that I wear a lot (though it's borderline amazing that I found a hat that fits me). Yes, I said a fedora, not a damn trilby. If you don't know the difference you should look it up, because pimps, hipsters, and neckbeards wear the trilby, Indiana Jones and Humphrey Bogart wore a fedora.
But I seem to be getting a little off-topic, don't I? Sorry, I do tend to ramble.
At this point I should answer the question I asked earlier. Why couldn't I ask my girlfriend to read what I wrote? Because she didn't like it. Any of it. She says she enjoyed The Grand Granger, and I believe her, but there was nothing else she found entertaining, amusing, or at all interesting. She constantly got after me about my writing -- that I was complaining about being blocked (I didn't do it that often, but, yes, I admit I said I was blocked and it was bothering me.), or that I needed a "real job". She said I was waiting around for something good to happen, hinting that I needed to give up on my dream. She'd moan about how she lost the manuscript for her book, a poem collection, and never let me forget that at some point I apparently compared her work (which I've never read, I want to add, because she never shared) to someone else's (which I never did, having never read hers) whose work I described as being in an archaic style. Okay. So, I should give up on my dream because she lost her manuscript and gave up on hers. That was my takeaway.
Why would I get support for something important to me when she secretly hates that I'm trying to do what she couldn't bring herself to do? So, no matter what, I couldn't ask her for the support I needed, and having lost (and driven away) friends that used to do it for me (and would make her jealous that they were doing something she patently refused to do), I had nobody to do it for me.
This situation hasn't improved, but I'm going to try and work around it.
As for how I'm doing, I have to answer with a simple, "I'm okay, thank you." and not expound too much. I really am okay. I'm a little depressed, I'm pretty lonely, and I have two nights that I have to work between ten and fourteen hours apiece without any real break. It's decent money, but it's a couple of long nights, and this is the first year that I won't have any visitors to help break up the monotony. On top of this, I've watched almost everything I care to on Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, etc. Did I mention it's not a hard job? Well, it's not. My duties include staying awake, walking around, and making sure the drunks don't go through the area. Actually, I'm responsible for making sure people don't come in and steal or break stuff. But what it amounts to is keeping the drunks (Friday and Saturday night at a hotel with a bar, in a college town. Need I say more?) out and telling people to come back in the morning.
Those nights, though, are going to be very difficult for me if my brain decides to take a trip down memory lane. Or if it decides that it's time to go over every failed relationship I've had, and remind me of every mistake I made in the last one. You know, typical post-breakup stuff we all go through.
Anyway, I apologize for spending so much time talking about something other than what I've been writing. I just wanted you guys and gals to know why I haven't been talking much, doing much, or writing much. I also guess I just wanted to show everyone that yes, I'm a human being too, with all that entails.
Thanks for reading and for your continued support!
Friday, September 12, 2014
I found this gem while digging through old compositions on my desktop. I really need to spend more time on my desktop.
In any case, enjoy! Posted as-found, corrected only for formatting. I call it "Butcher Bullet" for reasons that will become obvious.
Monday, August 4, 2014
First off, I want to touch on what I do for research. I frequently do hours of research (though to be fair, it's done online and some of it comes from Wikipedia, so you can give me as much credit for accuracy as you wish) for small details, just to make sure they're right. For example, the Sanskrit I used for Skorpion's gloves in Reagent Protocol and the mythology associated with the word I chose for poison took me over two hours. That doesn't seem like much, when you consider the years some people spend researching certain subjects, but most of these people are doing research for entire books, or series, etc, not just a small aspect of one. I could have picked almost anything, but I wanted something different, perhaps unique, to make the book stand out. Besides, I do pride myself a little bit on accuracy, even if it is fictional.
Let me give you another, specific, example of the research I do. When attempting to find some way for Shawn to forge the one ring (couldn't resist) he made in Reagent Protocol, I watched a demonstration of something called crucible steel. When I say demonstration of it, I mean a demonstration of everything from the forging of a sword from the steel to the actual refining of the ore. That's where I got the idea for the oven he melted the ore in, actually. Okay, that's where I ripped the idea from. I just added a little magical pizzazz to make it fit better. If you have any interest in seeing this demonstration, I can highly recommend an episode of Nova where they make a Viking sword roughly a millennium ahead of its time. For those of you with Amazon Prime video streaming, you can watch it through that service in high definition. You'll want Nova Season 8, episode 11. If you're anything like me, just watching the sword getting forged is very entertaining, but in the finest traditions of the Nova show, it's also very informative and moves along at an excellent pace. If you're not a Prime subscriber but you are a Netflix subscriber, you can watch it there, too, if you'd like. Just do a search for "Secrets of the Viking Sword" and it'll come up fine. If you don't subscribe to either, you can watch on PBS's website for free (assuming you're a resident of the USA or have a proxy set up properly to view content). I found it fascinating.
So, if you've ever wondered why I'm so specific about certain details in my writing, it's because I have reason to be.
Anyway, speaking of Reagent Protocol, I have plans to eventually add another short story to it. After all, I've only showed what, arguably, are success stories for those seeking redemption. Not every story has such a happy ending.
Moving on to the future (don't want to disappoint people by not coming through on that), my plans seem to fluctuate with whatever I can create at the time. At the moment I'm working on a (hopefully much more successful and, outlined, much longer) followup to The Grand Granger. I'm in very early stages of the rough draft, but we'll see where the tides take us. That's not to say I'm not also pecking away at Guild Files: Rogue, but it's definitely taken a back seat. Why? Sociopaths are easy to create but hard to write.
Take from that what you will.
On that note I'm going to wrap things up. Yes, I'm still alive. Yes, I have reasons, and reasons aplenty, why I haven't been more talkative or creative lately. No, I'm not going to share them. They're personal and this isn't a blog about my personal life.
Thanks for reading and be sure to tell all your friends about how awesome at least some of my writing is!
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
The first thing I noticed about him was his hat. I supposed this was intentional. Everything else about his clothing was hard-wearing, worn, and possibly even a little shabby. From his almost-olive-drab t-shirt, blue jeans that had holes in one leg, shoes that looked like they'd seen better months, unzipped jacket that looked tough enough to stand by itself when taken off, three-day stubble, and single ring gracing the middle finger of his right hand, I'd have been forced to say he was halfway to vagrancy.But there was more. His beard was growing out from a neat trim but was still well-maintained. It was a fussy style, too. His sideburns grew down his jawline, along his jaw, and into a goatee. His neck, which looked like his razor needed replacing, was shaven – aside from the stubble. His hair was long, but he'd pulled it back in a loose tail so it wasn't in the way, and just starting to gray a little at the temples.His middle was thick, like he was used to eating big, or at least heavy, meals, but not so thick as to make someone think he was fat. His legs were well-hidden by the jeans, but the thighs looked ever-so-slightly strained over the muscle moving when he walked. Actually, when he paced.He kept his hands in his pockets, but he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops just above them, like he was used to resting his hands on something hanging off his belt. His eyes darted from door to door and looked out each window. He never looked over his shoulder when he changed direction, but you could tell his awareness was keyed up.He didn't pace like a caged animal as he waited for his clothing to finish getting mauled by the industrial washing machine. No, he moved too slowly and deliberately for that. His pace was measured and cautious, like he'd grown used to watching where every footfall went. He never moved in one direction too long, either. He didn't turn his head, he turned his whole body to check behind him. And there was more. Whenever he didn't have his hands in his pockets, his thumbs locked in his belt loops, he moved his arms in a curious way. They swung like coiled springs, ready to loose their tension in less than a heartbeat on anyone incautious enough to come too closely.I felt the corner of my mouth curl ever-so-slightly in a half-smile.The hat, though. His jacket was faded and starting to fray around the cuffs, his shirt had bleach spots from a hurried hand putting the cap back on the bottle, his jeans were torn in several places on his left thigh, and his shoes sported soles that were obviously more than half worn and the bodies were starting to deteriorate, but he had that damn hat. Everything else he was wearing was obviously hard-used and designed to take it, but the hat was new and, aside from a few stray cat hairs, well-cared for.It looked good on him, don't get me wrong. It just stood out like a sore thumb, and nobody could say it was laundry day and that's why he was dressed down. He was far too comfortable wearing the shabby clothes to be that image-conscious.The hat was a fedora. Not a damn trilby, a fedora. There's a big difference, just so you know. Anyway, it was black, with a smaller brim than I would have expected, but nothing too obvious. It rode his head comfortably, and he was patently used to wearing it because he didn't hit it on anything he could have.It just seemed, well, odd.His right leg was minutely stiff and he had a barely-discernible limp from it, but nothing that would disqualify him from a ten-kay march.No, the more I watched him the more I came to the conclusion that the deliberate movement was to conserve energy, that the thickening middle was from eating habits from long periods of privation and heavy exercise rather than laziness, his hat was a peacock tail, and that this man had spent some serious time first in the suck and then in the shit. And, like so many other veterans, still spent part of his time there. At least he did in his own head.He didn't engage anyone. The only time I caught his eye I could see a stare that went beyond the horizon. I didn't try to hold it. He wanted to be left alone and it was the least I could do for someone who still hadn't come home. I left him alone to continue his solitary march through hell.
Well, there you have it. By the way, if you're not following me over on Google + you're missing out on a few things.
If you want updates on Rogue or Reagent Protocol then follow me there or on Twitter, because I post there more than I do here.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Since I'm mobile I'll keep this as brief as possible. Reagent Protocol, the second book in the Guild Files universe, will be done in a few days. The cover is holding me up at the moment. While I'm sure many of you reading this wouldn't care what I used for a cover, it's still important for overall sales.
On another note, to all those who find this blog via Google, looking for my second Guild Files book, stop by and drop me a line. I'd love to hear from you.
Thanks for reading!
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Don't forget to read the preview if you want. Make sure the book is something you want before you buy! Thanks for reading and thanks for your support!
Since I'm sure at least one person reading this is interested, my personal life is still a shambles. I'm doing the best I can and trying to continue getting my life back in order (a very long-term project), but my emotional state can only be described as "in turmoil". It's impossible to keep this from affecting my professional life, but I'm doing what I can to minimize the impact. While I'd like to go into detail, I won't. It's not really important and it's personal. I won't go dumping personal details on you because this isn't Facebook or Myspace.
Now, with that out of the way, down to business. Several years ago I wrote a book about a PI. I never named this character, nor did I even have a title for the book. Sound familiar? It should. I already admitted that I suck at titles.
I wrote this book back in 2006 or so. That was well before I started working on Subject 12. As such, any resemblance between the two can be attributed to good ideas, bad ideas, or just plain cussedness on my part.
I needed a break from Reagent Protocol because of my emotional state and the association I was developing between the story and the problems going on in my life at the time. So I took one in editing Triggerbreak (not the original title) for publication. Why I did this after such a long lapse between when I last touched finger to key to edit the book is a question that has many answers. I've touched on my money problems. I've touched on my need to get my life in order. I've already said I needed a break from what I'd been doing. I've also always felt that the story, while a little rough, was worth publication. I've even started work on a sequel to it, though I haven't worked on it in months if not over a year or more. But it's definitely a secondary piece; the Guild Files universe is where I'll be doing most of my work because the story I've been writing is far from over, and it won't end even after Rogue is finished, though much will be made clearer about Hammer and the, let's face it, strange title of Subject 12.
So, the question on everyone's lips at the moment has to be "What is Triggerbreak about?" Well, it might not be, but work with me here.
Let me post the jacket blurb I already posted on Google+. Which, for the record, you should be following me at because I really do post more there than here. And Twitter. Probably should be following me on all three, actually.
I hadn’t liked my brother-in-law from the moment I met him – I liked him even less when I found out how he spent his Saturday nights. I’d never even heard of Turk before he cracked one of my ribs and the local Mafia boss put him in his place for it. I’d never met Betty before the night I saved her life.
Tracer was the best fixer and information broker in the city. She was the go-to girl and everyone knew it, even if they couldn’t afford it. She was probably the best ally I had. Nick ran the Gentle Arms Hotel; he was the high priest of the only Holy Ground in this godforsaken town and my best friend. Jared was crazy, an ex-spook, and the most trustworthy man I knew.
When I got up that morning all I’d wanted to do was get drunk, smoke a few cigarettes, and forget about everything in my life that had gone wrong. Seems somebody had other plans, though. That’s why they left me in a pool of blood with a head wound that sent me to the hospital.
Now, with two psychopaths and a hired gun trying to kill me, the question is simple. Can my friends and I pull my fat out of the fire before someone does more than just cave in the back of my skull?
Monday, January 20, 2014
Back to the flesh and blood readers. As I've been telling you, for the last few months I've been hacking away at the main story in my upcoming release, Guild Files Volume 2: Reagent Protocol. While I haven't fielded any questions, I'm sure there are some, so I'm going to try and answer a few.
First off, is Reagent Protocol a sequel to Subject 12? No. I already answered this, but I'll go into a little more depth here. While it's not a direct sequel (in fact, it takes place during the events of Subject 12), it sets up characters that make appearances in Rogue, and it expands the overall universe in ways that I plan on taking advantage of.
Second, is Reagent Protocol an anthology like I had discussed before? Yes and no. It will bundle Banshee, which you should be familiar with (if you're not, click that link), and the story I just finished the rough draft to, which is about Shawn Doolish, a 200 year-old shadow mage who has left the Villain's Confederation and joined the Heroes' Guild. Current word count on the Doolish story is over 67,000 words. Banshee clocked in around 10,000 words, so we're looking at probably around 80-82.5K words total when I get some reader feedback and do my editing. And no, I haven't done the Guild Intelligence file(s) for the main story yet.
Third, what does Reagent Protocol mean for the publication of Rogue? Well, obviously I haven't worked too intensely on Rogue while I've been working on Reagent Protocol. While I need to keep many irons in the fire so I don't get too burnt out on any one project, the lion's share of my attention does go to the project that I feel is of the highest priority, and that usually is the one that I feel the most inspiration for. In this case, Rogue just didn't make the cut that often. I'm still working on it, I swear, it's slow going. I do, however, plan on making it my next Guild Files release.
Fourth, do I still have plans for an anthology of short stories set in the Guild Files universe? Not as such, no, and certainly not immediately. I do, however, plan on possibly tacking another short story or two into Reagent Protocol, provided they fit the criteria for a Reagent Protocol story. I'll explain what I mean about that in the actual publication.
Fifth, is there any way you can read the rough draft and give me reader feedback? To be honest, possibly. I've had a couple of offers and, even if I haven't responded to them, I've heard them and remember them. The issue at hand is twofold. Of highest priority would be the fact that I need feedback both on the story as I've presented it. Is it good enough? Are the characters believable? Are they exciting? Is the story plausible within the constraints of the universe? Are there any gaping plot holes... That's a lot to ask of anyone, especially someone I don't know, and that doesn't even cover the other part. If you think you can handle all that and get back to me in a timely fashion (by Monday the 27th), I'll consider the first three people who contact me with a valid e-mail address. Drop me a line on Google+, Twitter, or in the comments here. Thanks!
Those were the only questions I could really think of, so I'll wrap it up here. I'd planned for a character map of the main characters, but this is getting long already and will only get longer from here.
Now, on to why many of you might be interested in reading this blog post at all, the excerpt. Keep in mind three things. This is a rough draft. That means what you see here may not bear any resemblance to the opening of the published story. Secondly, this won't be the same excerpt as you'd get from Amazon when I get the book published. That will, if memory serves, be substantially longer than what I'm posting here, and cover at least in part a different section of the story. Third, I will not change this when I publish. Consider it a glimpse into the creative process if you so wish. If it stays the same, then you'll know I did good. If it changes dramatically, you'll be able to see the difference. Also, though this goes without saying to anyone who has read Subject 12, there's a content warning for language. You have been warned. So, with those things in mind, enjoy!