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If Corson Had Become a Series

Forneus Corson was one of my earliest stand alone novels and I really enjoyed penning it. It was because of that story that I decided to attempt a real thriller. So many had said that they got wrapped up in the thrill of the story that they often forgot it was supposed to be supernatural.

So…after a few asked if I would consider making it a series, I actually sat down and started a follow up. The premise was fairly simple…Forneus Corson would be changing places with his prey. This time, he’d have to go on the defensive and run for his life as the devil sent out bounty hunters to bring him the heads of those demons who broke rank.

Then I quickly lost interest.

Anywho, this is what I came up with at the time and just haven’t brought myself to deleting it from my hard drive.

Just keep in mind that this is the story in it’s most raw form. Unedited, no proofreader… not even a second glance.

Forneus Corson: Idle Hands

A stiff Fall wind blew down the long grey sidewalk as shoppers and businessmen hurried along their way.  Traffic never slowed unless some idiot dared jump the curb and try to rush across the road outside the marked lines for pedestrians. To those foolish few, they were met with loud honks and heavily accented curses.

A tall, pale-faced man strode along with the ebb and flow of people as they herded themselves, mindless to the ominous grey clouds above threatening rain.  Temperatures slowly dropped as the season pushed through, dragging winter along behind it, but the gangly gentleman in the long black overcoat never seemed to mind.  He paused at the street corner and watched as more and more people pushed their way along the storefronts, their breath puffing from their mouths like steam from hundreds of tiny individual locomotives.

Turning slightly, he stopped and stared at the front of the antique and collectible book store and allowed the people passing by its doors to simply melt into the background like so much white noise.  Tentatively, he stepped closer to the large plate glass front and placed a gloved hand to the painted surface.  He could almost feel each and every tome in the building.  Closing his eyes, he made a mental inventory and smiled inwardly.  Something was calling to him and he knew he must have it.

Stiffening and squaring his shoulders, the tall man pulled his fedora down tighter and reached for the handle.  A bell above the door announced his arrival and he felt the wave of heat from within hit him like a wall just as the smell of thousands of antique books assaulted his nostrils.  To some, it was an unpleasant odor.  To him, it was as comforting as a newborn baby to a mother.

The tall man stepped further within the store and craned his neck to look around.  He slipped his hat from his head and quickly shook off the heavy overcoat.  Like any other man of his age, he folded it gently over his arm and began perusing the stacks of old books when a young fellow with dark skin approached him.  “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

The tall man turned and gave him a warm smile.  “No, thank you.  I’m really just browsing.”

“If you need help with anything up high, just let me know.  I have a stool over here and I’d be glad to help.”  The young man tilted his head and went back behind the counter to inventory the new arrivals.

Forneus Corson was many things, but first and foremost, he was a bibliophile of the first order.  The older, the better.  Originals were his first love, but he wouldn’t turn down reprints if the item was rare.  He stood amongst the stacks and inhaled deeply.  He could feel something drawing him to it, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact location.  Slowly he moved down the aisle, his hand held out in front of him.  He could feel the pull, the tingle in his palm as something called to him.  His eyes and hand scanned the rows until the tingle became almost a burn.  Slowly, the edges of his mouth curled up as his hand reached for a well-worn leather bound item with no title.

As his hand grasped it, the tingling burn increased with such intensity that he could barely keep a grip.  He slowly opened the book and was surprised to find that it was simply a copy of Tom Sawyer.  His face fell as he realized that he already had this in his collection.  In fact, he had a signed first edition.  This one, while old and in rough shape, was not a first edition and it wasn’t signed by the author.  His brows furrowed as he stared at the tome.  His hand gingerly flipped through a few pages until it came across something that he didn’t expect.  A single sheet of parchment, folded and placed in the middle third of the book.

As his fingers brushed the parchment, the tingle turned into an electric shock that ran up his arm and caused his shoulder to twitch.  Painfully.  The old man paused and cocked his head slightly to spy the shopkeeper still working the new inventory behind the counter.

Forneus turned slightly and unfolded the parchment.  He felt a cold shiver throughout his body as his eyes scanned the document.  Written in the antediluvian language of the angels, Corson had not seen the dead script in centuries…nay, millennia.  What some early theological scholars erroneously called Enochian, the parchment was written in flowing script, and appeared to be in blood.

Corson let out the breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding and spied on the shopkeeper once more, still toiling away behind the counter. Corson needed to know if the parchment had been penned by angel or demon.  He held the corner close to his face and slipped his tongue out slightly.  One taste of the blood and he knew.  It was human.  This was a demon parchment.

He folded the parchment once again and slipped it gingerly between the folds of his coat.  Thumbing through the book once more, he ensured that there were no more parchments hidden within and slipped it back into the shelves.  He continued to glance about at the various titles, but his mind was on the parchment draped across his arm.

Finally, Corson turned and approached the young shopkeeper.  “Excuse me, my dear young man.  I’m hoping that perhaps you could help me after all.”

The young man set down the book he was working on and gave the pale old man a smile.  “Yes, sir?”

Corson pulled the parchment from his coat and held it out to the shopkeeper.  “By chance, have you seen anything that has writing like this?”

The shopkeeper took the parchment and opened it carefully.  His brow furrowed as he studied it.  His head shook as he scanned the dead language.  “I’ve never seen anything like this.  What language is it?”

Corson gave him a tight smile.  “It’s an extinct language.  But I’m always on the lookout for more examples, or books on ancient languages.  You know, to assist in deciphering it.”

The young man shook his head again and handed the parchment back.  “I don’t recall ever seeing anything like that here, but there is a professor at the university that specializes in ancient languages.  He might be able to assist you.” He turned and dug through a notebook.  “I have his number here somewhere.  He may even have other examples of the writing that he’s deciphered.  It might give you a jumpstart.”

Corson politely waited until the young man handed him a slip of paper with the name and number then slipped his coat and hat back on to fight against the winter chill.  “Thank you, young sir.  I very much appreciate it.”

Slipping the parchment into his coat pocket, Corson tipped his hat and slipped out the front door.  He quickly made his way to an alley and pulled the parchment from his pocket.  As he read through the declaration, he realized, this was only part of the document.  Demons, unlike angels, had a tendency to be quite wordy when writing, especially in the dead language.

As best he could tell, it was a decree.  An announcement to all Hunters.  Rogue demons were fair game, a percentage of their collected souls would be the reward for returning them…

Corson felt his blood run cold.  He was a rogue demon.  He had been for centuries.  There was no telling how old this decree was.  He had no idea how long Hunters had been out looking for his kind.

He quickly folded the parchment and placed it back into his pocket.  He stood quietly in the alley and stared at all of the people walking by, oblivious to him and his world that was, for all intents and purposes, crashing down around him.

He forced himself to remain calm.  While he had collected a fair number of souls, he saved just enough to maintain himself and keep a bit back for retirement.  He was no crossroad demon, nor was he truly a ‘wish granter’.  He simply made things happen, but only for certain types of people.  Writers, artists, musicians…people who might otherwise starve without his services.  Deserving people.  People of the arts.

He flipped the collar up on his overcoat and stepped out of the alley and back onto the sidewalk.  Best to take this problem home and put his mind to work on it over a cognac and a good book.


Corson stepped up the stone walkway to the entrance of his Brownstone and checked nervously over his shoulder.  He laughed off his paranoia and unlocked the door to his home and stepped inside.  The warmth enveloped him like a blanket and he quickly pulled his coat from his slender frame.  He hung it carefully in the foyer and stepped into his library, parchment in hand.

Within the walls of his domicile, little could harm him and he knew it.  He had placed enough wards and safety spells around his home that he should be undetectable by demon or angel.  He laid the parchment by his favorite chair and poured himself a cognac.  The large snifter clinked against the aged decanter as he filled the glass and he gently lowered himself into his favorite leather backed chair.  Retrieving the parchment he looked at it again.  The words were always changing, it seemed.  Minor variations here and there, but they could make a huge difference in how the words were interpreted.  He hadn’t seen this language in so long he’d almost forgotten how to read it.

He held the parchment to the light once more and read through it again.  With a sigh he laid it on the table and sipped at the cognac.  His mind wandered back to the old days.  Forneus had once been a Great Marquis of Hell.  He’d held a very important position and had twenty nine legions of demons who served under him.  They did all the dirty work and he got all the glory.  His power came from the ability to allow man to understand and utilize languages and rhetoric.  So much so that even their enemies would soon learn to love them.  He had so enjoyed his job back then.  But then, in those days, mankind was mostly uneducated barbarians.  To see that light come on, to see the recognition in their faces when they realized what they had been missing, it was priceless to him.

Forneus had consumed Corson after King Solomon had constrained him.  Corson had been one of the four principal kings of Hell.  To be constrained by a mere mortal was a complete embarrassment to demons throughout all of creation.  Forneus knew he had to have Corson because he was the King of the West and Forneus had seen the writing on the wall…well, so to speak.  He knew that the West was where the future of mankind was to make its largest leaps.  With his access to the West secured, Forneus had his foot in the door.  He came to the New World himself and began making his own deals.  He bypassed his twenty nine legions and bargained some of the best contracts in the history of demons.

Corson sighed to himself as he remembered how his greatness was downplayed by the others.  He was a fine manipulator, but he wasn’t messy like some of the others.  The possessors, the crossroad demons, the negotiators, the tormentors…they became like rock stars.  In his own despair, he fell off the grid and did something that he thought was unheard of.  He stopped sending his collected souls to Hell.  He kept them.  He consumed them.  He absorbed their power himself.

He knew better than to tap all of that power.  Even with the wards on his home, tapping into that kind of power could easily cause him to be detectable.  He knew he had amassed quite the collection over the centuries.  Many who were famous, skilled and with a wide range of abilities.  He tapped at his chin as he considered the possibilities.  Professional Hunters were nothing to sneeze at. These are the likes to take on angels.  And not just any mind you, but the big guys like archangels.  The likes of Michael and Gabriel.  No, to deal with a Hunter, he’d have to be very careful.  And he’d need backup.

Forneus sipped at his cognac and picked up the parchment again.  The wording had changed, but again, only in a minor way.  The message was still the same.  He folded the parchment and slipped it into his coat pocket.

If he is going to have to face Hunters, he was going to need a small army.  And what better army to have then one made up of renegade demons.  Others, like himself, who were being targeted.  He smiled to himself as his mind formed a plan.  He finished his cognac and placed the glass carefully on the table.  He needed to do some recruiting.  There was strength in numbers.


Abaddon stepped into the gloomy bar and stood silently by the door.  He stared into the smoky darkness and spotted each of the other demons who sat in small groups and chatted or sat alone and drank in silence.  Demons wearing the meat suits of bikers, drug addicts or even business men all tended to migrate to this particular watering hole.  It was said that the bar was a sanctuary from all evils, even the evils of other demons wishing to do harm.

He stepped away from the door and approached the bar.  “Something wet.”

The bartender gave him a suspicious look as he wiped out a glass.  “Care to be more specific?”

“I don’t care.  As long as it’s wet.”  Abaddon took a seat at the bar and studied the others in the mirrors reflection.

The bartender set a draft beer in front of him and scooted a small bowl of salted peanuts closer.  “There ya go.”

“Is it always this quiet?” He picked up the beer and sipped from it, his eyes still scanning the mirror.

“On weeknights, yeah.”  The bartender wiped harder at the glass then set it down.  “You smell familiar to me.”

“I should.” Abaddon finally made eye contact and the bartender shuddered.

“T-this is a sanctuary.  No violence here.” He pointed a fat finger at the demon sitting on the other side of the polished wood.

Abaddon simply nodded.  “I’ve heard that.”  He tossed a few peanuts into his mouth and took another drink.  “But I figure you’ll have to leave eventually.”

“Abaddon, there’s no need.” The bartender lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned across the counter.  “It’s been centuries.  Millennia even.”

Abaddon nodded.  “Yes it has.  And I don’t forget.”

“Is there a problem, Barbas?” A demon wearing a biker meat suit asked, doing his best to appear intimidating.

The bartender shook his head.  “No, there’s no problem.”

“I’m going to kill him as soon as he steps out of here.” Abaddon stated flatly.

The biker stared at the somewhat large man sitting at the bar threatening to kill his favorite bartender.  “Oh, you are?” He turned and laughingly called to his biker friends.  “This asshole says he’s going to kill Barbas after his shift.  What do we say to that?”

“You say nothing.” Abaddon waved a hand and each of the bikers collapsed, grasping at their throats, choking from an unseen hand.

“Abaddon!” The bartender yelled at his new patron.  “Release them now!  This is a sanctuary.”

Abaddon waved his hand again and all of the bikers were suddenly sucking in air, their hands still grasping their necks.  The one closest to him crawling to his knees.  “D-did he say, Abaddon?”

Abaddon nodded slightly and continued to sip at his beer.

“Forgive me, lord.  I had no idea it was you,” the biker groveled.

“Beat it.”  Abaddon placed a foot on his forehead and pushed him away.  “As for you,” he pointed to Barbas.  “Quitting time.  You and me.  We have an appointment.”

He stood and walked out of the bar, all eyes on his back as he stepped out into the dwindling sunlight.


And that was where I yawned big and pushed away from the story.

Not every word can be a golden nugget. 😉

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Posted by on July 22, 2018 in Uncategorized


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Forneus Corson and Other Bits of Tid

I know, I know, I haven’t been doing my part. I haven’t been keeping the blog updated like I should, but believe it or not, I’ve actually been a little busy.  Between family commitments and branching out on my own, I’ve been a bit overwhelmed.  In fact, I’m just now starting to get back into the swing of things. I sat down to write a bit on MS8 last night and found myself wondering…what the heck is this? Where am I in this story? As a reader, you can set down a story and pick it up later with little to no confusion.  As a writer, my mind is always churning, tossing out ideas and weighing them, seeing how they fit the narrative. Because of this, I really had no clue what I did or didn’t put previously into the story. I became the reader.

For those of you who weren’t aware, I decided to go ‘full indie’. (Trust me, it sounds easier than it really is.) To answer your questions up front, no, I wasn’t mad, upset or angry with my publisher. Quite the opposite. They’re still friends and Todd is still going to edit my work. I’ve even sent new writers their direction because I knew that they had the knowledge to help them get started the right way. I also know that if I have any technical questions, Denise is just a phone call away. They know what is going on and gave me their blessing.
Some of you noticed that my Amazon page was messed up for a couple of days…that’s why. Trying to get all the books set up for publication and acceptable for Smashwords Premium, Kindle, Createspace…they all have different requirements. I found out the hard way, but it was a lesson well learned.
You might have noticed that the covers have changed for a lot of the stories.  Jeffrey Kosh stepped in to do the cover graphics for the second Monster Squad saga and I was so taken by his work…well, I just had to have him recover the first four in the series.  Then Whispers, too. I really like the new look and hope you will as well.

Forneus Corson

Which brings me to Forneus Corson. I actually wrote this story over a year and a half ago but it never gained traction.  I decided to expand my exposure a bit and submitted it to Quinn Cullen and Blaze McRob at Visionary. They liked it and it’s now available. My copies of the paperback just came in and I’ll soon be getting the names and addresses of those who won copies during the release party…so if you won, watch your mailbox in the weeks to come!
I’ve had people ask me, ‘where did you dream up this idea’? so I thought I’d share that with you all here.
A couple of years ago I was with my wife at the beauty parlor (are they still called that??) and her hair dresser asked me when my next book was coming out.  After I answered her, a young lady approached me and started with the 20 questions. She was a lit or journalism major at the local university and a member of a writer’s support group and blah blah blah. Well…before I knew it, she was telling me about her big story and how she wanted to introduce an ancient flu to the current population…she just didn’t know how. I gave her about three different options off the top of my head and she was floored.  I just HAD to come to their support group.
My mistake was in saying yes.  I spent nearly three hours helping aspiring young writers fill plot holes, figure out how to get from point A to point B and basically figuring out all of the tough stuff for their work.  MY support from the group was pretty much nil. Needless to say, I didn’t go back.
I laughed to myself and thought, “Too bad I couldn’t charge them for coming up with all of the ‘good ideas’ for their stories…” Ding-Ding!! Winner winner, chicken dinner.  The seed was planted. An ‘Idea Man’…a supernatural one.  One who hooks you and eventually sucks out your soul.
Now, in retrospect, I could have easily made this a short story.  Or novella. But not me…oh, no.  I have to go overboard on everything I do. I was determined to stretch it out to a full length novel.  And so I did.
For the few who have read the story, thank you for your feedback and thank you for the reviews.  To those who have asked, I have toyed with the idea of a follow up and even penned the first chapter or so…but I’m honestly not sure if I’ll see this one through. Maybe one day, but probably not any time soon. I just have too much on my plate at the moment and I’m wanting to add more. Creating a sequel or even stretching it into a trilogy or series?  I just don’t know.  I’ve toyed with the idea of just putting a few pages up here at a time…make it a free read for whoever wanted to come by and find it.  I’m still rolling that idea around.
Anyway, I wanted to let it be known. Corson is out and the few who have read it so far have given really positive feedback.  I hope you’ll take a chance on this one as it’s quite a bit different than my other offerings.

Thanks for your time and happy reading. 😉

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Posted by on February 13, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Just a Little Catch Up

Yeah, I’ve been slacking off lately.  I know it.  I mean, I really haven’t, but I have been.  I haven’t updated this site in a while so now I have to play catch up.  I need to add Corson to the Works page, provide links for folks, post up the new covers for existing works and try to explain what all has been happening.

For starters, Corson was released late.  Big surprise, right? 🙂

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this biz, dates are really more like suggestions.  We can ‘anticipate’ a release at approximately this date and it could be earlier, but will most likely be later. Hey, it’s hit and miss and I’m finding out the hard way just how tough it is to ‘meet the requirements’ of everybody that is involved.  But the story is now out and the real work begins…letting people know about it.

The book should most probably have been retitled.  Who in their right mind is going to read that title and think, “Ooh, I gotta have this one!”??  Right? Nobody.  But it was the title that came to mind when I penned it and it grew on me. Only time will tell if it will sink or swim.  Since I’m partial to the story, I really hope it swims.

Meanwhile, MS8 is still stalled about halfway through. Perhaps I’ve burned myself out on the story.  My editor, Todd, suggested stepping away, working on any of the numerous other projects I have partially completed and coming back to it later.  I think that is sage advice. Sometimes you need to just push back and clear your head.  You’d think that taking more than a month off would help with it, but so far, it hasn’t.  Please don’t think that I’ve just been sitting on my laurels, doing nothing though. I’ve been busy the last week or so trying to get files updated and formatted and ready for republication.

Also, MS3, Coalition of the Damned is about to be released on Audible.  Once again, Jack Voorhies of Falcon Sound has done an awesome job bringing the characters to life.  I wish I could do him justice and get the momentum going behind these but it seems like the harder I push, the slower they move. I pray that I’ll discover that holy grail of promotion that will get these moving in the right direction.

So, that’s a portion of what has been going on.  As soon as MS3 is out on audio, I’ll come back and post a link to it. Until then, keep your heads down, cover your six and check your closet before turning off the lights. You never know what may be lurking in there. 😉

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Posted by on January 18, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Quinn Cullen Interviews…ME!

Yes, yours truly gets dragged across the coals (so to speak) by Visionary Press’ own Quinn Cullen.  I’ll admit, as far as author interviews go, this is probably one of the longest and most thorough I’ve done.  Quinn is a great interviewer.

Give it a read through if you haven’t already read it. Maybe you’ll learn something new about me…or not.  Oh, and it’s all in preparation for the release of Forneus Corson – The Idea Man…which should be populating to Amazon any time now… 😉

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Posted by on December 30, 2014 in Uncategorized


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NaNoWriMo 2014

For those unfamiliar with the whole ‘NaNoWriMo’, it is the National Novel Writing Month, shortened as NaNoWriMo. It is an annual internet-based creative writing project that takes place during the month of November. The main goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel during the month.

NaNoWriMo focuses on the number of words put down rather than the quality of those words. The program encourages writers to finish their first draft so that it can later be cleaned up and polished as time allows. The main goal is to encourage creativity and bring attention to the written word, encouraging reading.

So, you may ask, why am I mentioning this? For the past couple of years, I didn’t really take part in the program.  I always wrote at my own pace, when I could, as I could. I usually write at night when the house is more quiet and I won’t be disturbed for lengths at a time. My only companion is Boo who keeps me supplied with loud snorts and plenty of methane should my oxygen levels raise too high. Thank God for scented candles…

Some nights I may only be able to focus long enough to write a few hundred words, some nights I can pound out a chapter.  My all time record was a day/night binge when the kids were gone and I was trying to finish a story…I put down twelve thousand words in that sitting. Not something I’d recommend as the quality obviously suffered. My wife tells me I’m a freak. Does that mean that NaNoWriMo will be a ‘challenge’? I have no idea. I’ve never looked at a daily, weekly or monthly output.  But I do know that with seven current projects, using NaNoWriMo as an excuse to step away from distractions like Facebook? It is a perfect opportunity to actually FINISH some of those projects.

Who knows? Maybe if 2014’s NaNoWriMo is a success, I’ll try to top that output next year.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put on TSO, open MS7 and see if I can’t finish this one so I can jump right into MS8. Then there’s a serial killer story I’d like to work on, a political thriller, a sequel to Corson, a young adult series I’d like to start and a follow-up to Caldera. Plenty of projects…just not enough time.



Posted by on November 1, 2014 in Uncategorized


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D-Day, T-Minus 24 Hours and Counting

So here I sit.  It is now officially October 2nd.  Softball playoffs are in full swing.  My twin girls are in Regionals and it’s raining cats and dogs. I tell ya, it’s a welcome distraction. Right now I have many irons in the fire and the first installment of the new Monster Squad saga is just a day away. To say that I’m a bit nervous would be an understatement. I can’t help but wonder if the new storyline will hold to people’s expectations. I’m hoping that they’ll exceed them, but you never really can tell.

Things have evolved a bit for the squads.  Unlike the previous saga that takes place back to back, this new story takes place six months down the road.  The dust has settled, things have calmed down and of course, things happened during that time that set the tone for this new storyline.

Homecoming - Heath Stallcup

Questions that went unanswered in MS4 will slowly start being addressed. People have asked what happened with Mitchell and the blonde haired girl?  Why would Laura so suddenly act like she can’t wait to get away? Why…well…you know what?  Not everything will get answered in MS5, so I’m not going to start here.  Some won’t be addressed until 6.  Or 7.  Or…at all? Yes, I read a lot of the reviews and the constructive criticisms I took to heart and have tried to apply to my writing.  I’ve also tried to apply all of the lessons that my editor has taught me.  I know I have a lot more to learn. Heck, I still consider myself ‘the new guy’ so I am always looking to learn.  Anything that can help me hone my craft and provide you, the reader, with a better experience, I intend to employ.

This last quarter will be a hectic one. MS3 coming out on the 3rd.  Whispers being repackaged and coming out in an exciting new box set in time for Halloween. Forneus Corson coming out in November.

Forneus Corson

MS6 was originally slated for March, but it looks like it’s being bumped to New Years and Caldera (originally slated for New Years) will most likely come out some time between now and January. Early December maybe? I’ll leave that up to Todd. All in all, very exciting and a very busy time of year.

Wayward Son Cover

For those of you who follow my Facebook page, you noticed we had to rework Caldera’s cover.  Although I really liked the original artwork, while the story was on hold, somebody else came out with another book with an almost identical cover. It happens. Sometimes more often than we’d like. But rather than cause confusion (both authors run in the same circles), I felt it best to just have a new cover created. Enter Jeffrey Kosh to save the day.  I gave him a brief overview of the story and he put his creative genius to work.  I got a brand new cover that captures the story even better than the original.

Cover New No Glare

Now, I’ll admit, at first I was pretty upset and needed to vent.  My inner five-year-old needed to throw a hissy fit. So, I did what any grown man who tends to behave like a toddler does… I went to my room (a Facebook group that I belong to) and threw a tantrum. Once I got it out of my system, I was feeling much better. I actually woke up today intending to delete the thread and call it done.  But who should stumble upon it? Yeah… the other author. He took it all in good fun though. Luckily, he’s a better person than I am and didn’t take offense.

So, there you have it.  What’s been happening lately, what’s in the works and what’s planned for the near future.  For those keeping score, MS7 is nearing the halfway mark and I try to do as much as I can every night.  Whether it’s a single line or a complete chapter.  But, as we all know by now, things in this business can be very fluid and I’ve learned to go with the flow.  Things happen and they can happen quickly. So these plans are all tentative. I still like to share them as we make them to give you something to look forward to.  Meanwhile, I need to get ready to head back to the ballfield…and get back to writing.  As of now…I’ve got little to nothing to fall back on.  All of my reserves will be out there.  Which, in some ways, is  a good thing.  In others…it’s a bit scary.  No time to dilly dally…nose to the grindstone and all that.

Until tomorrow my monsters…until tomorrow. 😉




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Posted by on October 2, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Spread Too Thin

Well, as I announced in my previous blog post, to get the creative juices flowing, I began working on a second story in tandem with the fifth installment of the Monster Squad, Homecoming.  I think I opened a can of worms.  Although the two stories were beginning to form up nicely, more and more ideas began popping into this echoing cavern of a noodle of mine.  The problem?  The ideas had nothing to do with the two stories I was working on.  They did, however, have to do with another story that I wanted to make into a trilogy…or a short series.

What to do??
Why, start a THIRD story as well.  All while doing some minor editing on the first three MS stories and putting them back to back and restructuring the chapters in them for a little World Horror Con surprise.  And breaking ground on a fourth little project that had been bouncing around in my head just so it would quit ricocheting off other ideas and really throwing me for loops.

So now, when I sit at my computer, the first major decision is…which one of these can of worms do I want to stick my hands into?  Which story is calling to me?  I had to draw a line in the sand.  No more.  No matter how many ideas flow from this stupid mind of mine, there is simply no way I could create them all.  I wish I could…believe me, I do.  There are stories just itching to pour forth, but my old arthritic hands can only pound out so many words at a time.  And not all of the stories are worth the effort.  At least, not to me.

Hmm.  Is it a focus problem?  Is it a time management problem?  Or maybe it’s just a sanity problem…too many alternate realities jockeying for pole position?  Regardless, it alleviates one problem.  When I sit at my computer and my brain draws a blank on a particular project, I can quickly switch to another and see if anything comes to mind.  While I absolutely DETEST doing things this way, I fear that at least for now, it’s how I’ll have to operate.

So there we have it.  The inane ramblings of an inane storyteller.  Oh yeah…I think I’m going to drop the whole ‘author’ thing.  Some people take the title way too seriously.  I don’t want to be one of those people.  So, I think I prefer the title ‘Storyteller’.  I feel it fits better.
For now, anyway.

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