National Novel Writing Month has come and gone. I didn't stick to the schedule as planned. Unfortunately, work got in the way. However, I've got a few thousand word start on the sequel to FEBs. That certainly helps break the ice on this new novel. ...

End of NaNoWriMo and more

End of NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Month has come and gone. I didn't stick to the schedule as planned. Unfortunately, work got in the way. However, I've got a few thousand word start on the sequel to FEBs. That certainly helps break the ice on this new novel.

Christmas is just around the corner. Tomorrow is the end of the world. If we survive the holidays, my next post will probably be in the year 2013. Happy Holidays!

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Will Write for Nanowrimo 2012

I'm planning on participating in Nanowrimo again this year to get the second book in the FEBs series off to a good start. I used Nano in 2007 to get Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous started and only made it to about 15,000 words. This year will hopefully bring in a much higher word count.

My author profile on Nano is writeontheinternet. Drop by and check it out to cheer me on or just watch me fail. :)

A word count widget will be available in the side bar showing my overall progress throughout the month of November. There were a lot of widget options, but the monthly calendar appeals to my OCD tendencies.

It looks like this:


Cover Redesign for Short Story: Til Death

The other day I read a lovely post called, 14 Tips for Good Kindle Cover Design, over at Humble Nations. The post is filled with lots of book cover samples and design suggestions. They inspired me to take another crack at some of my book covers with an eye for redesign. 

I've started with my most recent Kindle short story, Til Death. Below is a before and after. It's probably still not up to professional design standards, but the newer cover is much more in line with the overall feel of the story. It conveys some suspense and gives an idea of what happens in the story. The other cover felt too, primary school cartoonish to me.


New Short Story: 'Til Death

The new horror short story, 'Til Death, is available on Amazon. Fans of psychological suspense and urban fantasy will enjoy this quick read. It's about 4,000 words long and I've added a chapter of my novel, Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous at the end. If you are looking for something with a little dark humor, this is it.


Meredith's marriage is in trouble, but that's not the biggest problem in her life. She's being plagued by a small creature. It haunts her during those long lonely hours at home and taunts her when her husband turns away. When Meredith reaches her breaking point, there's only one thing to do.

Jack stood... He walked towards her, a smoking cigar in one hand and one of the empty rattraps in the other. Meredith's lips drooped the closer he got. She saw the noticeable, purpling flesh on the hand that held the trap.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" He held the sprung trap out to Meredith. His hand swelling and a thin red line running across the tops of his fingers.

"You should have a doctor look at that."

"It was in my cigar box, Meredith."

"Your fingers could be broken."

"Is this some sick attempt to get my attention? You've certainly got it now," he said. Jack towered over Meredith, his eyes narrowed.

-Excerpt from 'Til Death


Excerpt From Book Sequel to Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous

I've started working on the sequel to Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous. Hopefully, this book will go much faster. It's already a lot of fun. I'm taking a different approach to the writing this time, starting out with a basic plot and letting myself write up scenes as they come to me instead of trying to write the story in a linear fashion. Here's little snippet from the story for Sample Sunday:

Harold eased into the door. The room was lit only by a single small lamp by the bed. Within, lay the tiny creature which caused all of this trouble. Harold didn't know whether he would live or not, but he felt guilty for his earlier anger towards Zork. 
So much trouble from one small alien.

Now, that alien lay in bed, ass full of buckshot from a farmer's gun. If Harold had gotten there sooner. He might've been able to grab Zork and yank its slimy butt back to the safety of the hotel room before that farmer figured out that it was hunting their cattle.

This is an excerpt from the sequel to Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous, currently in progress. If you want to read the first book in the series, check it out at


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