Horror Is Dead?

NosferatuShadowHorror is dead, some say. Many say that about horror fiction in particular.

“The market is glutted,” they say. “Nobody writes horror anymore. That went out with the 1980s.”

And yet horror movies are consistently raking in top dollar at the box office. Stephen King’s It was the number five top-grossing movie of 2017.

Clearly, plenty of folks are watching horror movies. I find it hard to believe that none of these people read.

While some horror writers of yesteryear are denying their roots, there are some fantastic horror writers alive and well and unabashedly writing horror. Ronald Malfi, Tim Curran, Keith C. Blackmore, Joe R. Landsdale, and more.

As for me, I keep coming back to horror. Give me dark and cloudy nights, full moons, creepy shadows, walking dead, and serial killers any day. Even the crime fiction I write has a dark, dark lining.

So I’ll keep writing horror because it suits me. Unabashedly and honestly.

Count on that.

 

 

Badlands Trilogy

Several months back, I quietly released an omnibus containing the first three books of my Badlands series. Simply titled Badlands Trilogy, this edition contains three complete novels: Into the Badlands, Beyond the Badlands, and Out of the Badlands.

 

Badlands TrilogyAt the time, I thought the series was finished, aside from a few more novellas set within the same universe. But as it turned out, I realized there was more story there. Something unique enough, something interesting enough to warrant at least one more novel. Maybe more. I’m not sure how many, but definitely one more go around with Ed Brady and his family.

So if you haven’t yet picked up any of my Badlands books, you might want to consider getting the trilogy omnibus edition. You’ll save a couple of bucks in the process and get all three books in one handy edition.

Stay tuned right here at my blog for more info on the series as it develops. Better yet, sign up for my mailing list. You’ll be the first to know about new releases and you’ll get a free book just for signing up.

The Swingin’ Man

I got so busy that I almost forgot to pimp this sucker. The Swingin’ Man…available now in ebook at all major retailers. The paperback should be out within a week or so.

Click here to read more about it.

 

Kryptos

It’s done. Finished the manuscript yesterday. I’m shooting for a February 18th publication date (that’s my birthday). Here’s the cover and the synopsis.

 

ONE NIGHT WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING

Life as the constable of a quiet vacation island has been good to Marty. Unlike big city cops, he’s managed to avoid the worst of the job.

But when he gets a call about a murder-suicide, he’s sure it will be the worst thing he’s ever seen.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

Something is coming to the island tonight. Something terrible. Something unspeakable.

And it won’t stop until everyone on the planet is dead.

I Finished My Book and Broke My Site

It’s been about a month since my last post. Since then, I finished my newest book, Devil Breed.

I also broke my website. I upgraded my Ubuntu Linux webserver and ended up without any PHP installed at all. What finally got installed ended up being PHP 7, which doesn’t seem to play nice with my WordPress Jetpack plugin (which means my sidebar just shrunk by about half its original size).

But you don’t give a crap about WordPress plugins or programming languages, do you?

So, back to the book…I finished it this morning. I don’t use outlines anymore, and this book had me counfounded for a while near the end. That’s okay (it’s part of the fun of writing into the dark), but it slowed me down a little. Then the lightbulb went off and I had the ending right there in front of me. Funny how your subsconscious sorts things out when you give it time to work.

I surely didn’t expect the book to go in the direction it did. It surprised me, so I’m hoping it’ll surprise readers as well. Devil Breed is a horror story, no doubt, but it gets weird at the end. Very surreal. But the way it all ties together…I couldn’t have planned that. It was totally organic. I’m pretty happy with it.

I’m not doing a preorder on Devil Breed, so if you want to know when it comes out consider signing up for my newsletter. You’ll be the first to know when new books are released and I’ll send you a free book just for signing up.

I Am The DarknessSo…what’s next? Still thinking on that one. I’ll start writing it tomorrow, so I’d better figure it out soon. I’m thinking I need to breathe some life into my Serial Killer Hunter novella series. I might write the next two books and release them simultaneously. It only takes me about a month to write one of these (they’re about half the size of a novel). Getting two more books out in the series might convince folks on the fence that I haven’t neglected the series and plan to keep it going. Besides, I already have a cover for book #2, ready to go.

I have no idea what’s going to happen in this one. I know that Tom is looking for a killer who murdered a young girl away at college. The cops haven’t turned anything up, but Tom hasn’t had a chance to take a crack at it yet. And to get answers, he’s willing to do things that no cop will do. After all, he really has nothing left to lose.

While I’m pimping, why not pick up book #1 now? And if you like murder mysteries, my novel Familiar Lies was published just last week. Oh, and buy my other crap too. You got money to burn, right?

Until next time, keep drinking.

Weird Western Finished

I finally finished the weird western book I’ve been writing for the past couple of months. (Tentative cover attached.)

I started the book on November 18, 2015 and finished today, January 13, 2016. Close enough to two months duration to call it that. It clocked in just shy of 75,000 words or roughly 300 pages.

It took me 57 days to write it, so an average of just over 1,300 words (5 pages) per day. Not bad, but a little slower than I normally write. I’m fine with that; some books just take a little longer. It’s also worth mentioning that I wrote those 57 days consecutively, without missing a single day. That’s the first time I’ve ever accomplished such a feat while writing a book.

Now what’s awesome is that before I picked up on Chris Fox’s sprinting technique it would have taken me an entire year to write this book. So that would have been it for me in 2016; just this one book that I agonized over for eight months in first draft before rewriting it eight or ten times in revisions.

Instead, it took me two months, start to finish.

Consistency is king. Also, I didn’t rewrite the shit out of it.

It’ll be a while before I can get this manuscript into my editor, but it’ll be published later this year. Now my only problem is figuring which book I start on tomorrow morning. 🙂

Badlands #3 Ready for the Editor

Out of the BadlandsBadlands #3 (Out of the Badlands) is finished and ready to go off to the editor. It’s nearly 100,000 words and the longest book of the series. I’m hoping it goes over well, but you never can tell with these sorts of things. Once I get a firm date on when I’ll get the manuscript back, I’ll put up a preorder page for the book. So look for an April timeframe.

While I was at it, I attached the cover for you as well.

And hell, let’s throw in an excerpt from the first chapter too. It’s unedited, but you get the idea.

Chapter One

Twelve year old Sam Treiber watched the big oak fall as a jagged arc of white-hot lightning tore a hole in the sky, illuminating the land below. The tree lurched, the undersides of its leaves flashing white as its massive bulk came roaring down to the ground, felled by a wind gust as easily as a first year sapling.

Denise Treiber looked up from her tattered and yellowed copy of ‘Salem’s Lot. “What the hell was that?”

“A tree just fell outside,” Sam said, turning away from the scene outside the window. “A big one.”

“This is a hell of a storm,” Denise replied. She relaxed, her eyes back on the book. “Bound to take down some trees.”

“I think it hit the fence,” Sam said, turning to look at his mother.

Eyes wide, Denise looked up at her son. She closed the book without saving her place and swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

“You need to be damn sure.” She got to her feet and went to the window, gazing into the blackness. Another bolt of lightning arced, lighting up the landscape like the flash from a giant camera. Just as Sam described, the tree lay across a section of ruined fence.

“Shit,” Denise said, walking toward the door of the room they shared. “We need to tell the others. Get your shoes on.”

Sam sat, his eyes wide.

“Come! Now!”

Sam leapt to his feet. Outside, the lightning struck again, brightening the yard in a blinding flash of light. Sam caught sight of the gigantic tree’s bushy top. Three figures appeared through the leaves, their white skin nearly reflective in the brightness. Then the light vanished, replaced by inky darkness.

Sam rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the spots in his vision. He stared again, but could see nothing in the dark.

Those weren’t carriers, he thought. They weren’t people either.

They were something else.

“Mom…” he began.

“Let’s go, Sam!” his mother called.

Sam ran to the nightstand beside the room’s only bed and yanked open the top drawer, fumbling through the contents inside.

“Sam!”

“Just a sec,” he replied. A moment more of searching and he found was he was looking for. He retrieved the one possession he prized more than anything else: his camera. Fed by rechargeable batteries refreshed when the generators were turned on, Sam had been carrying the thing ever since Jonathan, the man who ran the camp and took Sam and his mother in, gave it to him.

“Sam, move your ass!”

Sam gripped the camera and stuffed it into his pocket before picking up the flashlight from the nightstand. He turned to see his mother place her pistol into her back pocket and open the door. He slipped his shoes on and the two of them bolted down the hall, flashlight in hand, the forgotten candle casting a pale yellow glow inside the empty room.