I’m delighted to show you the cover for my next book, Saint Sadist, which will debut this March from Grindhouse Press. This image is perfect for the book, given its content and themes, which is crazy considering the image existed prior to me writing the book. The art is by the incredible George Cotronis, who is one of my favorite cover artists in the game today. Check this shit out.
I’ll provide more updates as they come. In the meantime, don’t forget my newest book We Are the Accused is out now via Sinister Grin Press, or you can grab my collection Engines of Ruin via Crossroad Press if you’re more in the mood for short fiction.
Weekend was nice. Got a lot of writing done, made a little money, bought some pet fish, and started putting a new bookcase together. School starts on Tuesday. Updates may be a bit more sporadic after that, but I will try to keep up as best I can. I enjoy writing these blogs quite a bit, and I hope you enjoy reading them.
Finally got a good night’s sleep last night. It required forcing myself to stay awake until after midnight. I’m sure I dreamed, but I don’t remember many details.
It’s been a weird week. If you’ve been following this blog, you know my novel We Are the Accused was released on Tuesday. Release weeks always stress me out. Maybe it’s because I’m still fairly green, but damn, I found myself engaging in unhealthy obsessive behaviors. I refreshed the Amazon page for the book every hour or so. I constantly checked Twitter. I re-read the book and noted everything I would now do differently. I ate lots of candy, chocolates, and a massive piece of cheesecake. Last night, I finally managed to talk myself down from the ledge, hopefully averting a potentially extended manic episode.
It’s scary putting yourself out there. Once a book is published, it really is the point of no return, and We Are the Accused was such a personal book in which I took many risks and plumbed some really dark places, it frightened me knowing that it now lives in the wild and has to fend for itself. I imagine it’s something like sending a child off to college.
I wonder if this anxiety will decrease with each subsequent book release. Let’s hope so. My sixth was accepted by a publisher last Sunday (still can’t give details), and I now have a seventh and eighth lined up. At least this time I managed to call myself out and remind myself of what I can control. This list included writing a blog today (check), writing 1500 words on book 7 (getting there), finish cleaning the upstairs (this afternoon), and acquiring books for classes next week (also this afternoon).
We can only control so much. Reminding myself of this works wonders on my mental health.
Now I just need to kick this cedar fever. What’s cedar fever, you ask? Move to Texas and you’ll find out real quick. Just prepare to hate having sinuses.
In closing, I just wanted to let y’all know that my friend Josh Blakesley interviewed me over on his blog. We talked about writing as a spiritual practice, books that made me cry, and my newest releases. You can check it out here.
Today sees the release of a book that took so much out of me, I didn’t finish another for over two years.
WE ARE THE ACCUSED
A mad god lusts for power. Two demon lovers lust for death. An ancient man seeks to devour plagues natural and supernatural.
All converge on the small town of Blue Brook, Pennsylvania to wage war unlike any other, yet strangely familiar.
Bianca is an Afghanistan war veteran turned police detective whose ex-con high school sweetheart has just come home. Boone is a boy entrusted with immense power and living with a mother who’s struggling to hold their family together. Lafferty is a priest with many secrets.
All are caught in the middle of something beyond their understanding. The inner and outer darkness of each doomed soul must be faced.
And blood will be shed.
WE ARE THE ACCUSED is now available on Amazon.
Read an excerpt right here.
It’s Monday morning.
Tomorrow, my new novel, We Are the Accused, comes out.
Last night I got exciting news about my novel, Saint Sadist. I will share further details once the contract is signed. It will be my sixth published book.
In a week and one day, I start my final semester of college.
I couldn’t sleep much last night, but it wasn’t from nightmares or distress. I’m frankly just excited about a lot of things. Things are happening with this writing stuff, and not just works being published. Ideas I’ve had for YEARS are coming together, forging new, full-length projects. My brain is making connections that now seem so obvious, but eluded me for so long.
You’ve got to celebrate the victories. They are rare, wonderful things. For instance, this is my tenth post since starting this blog last month. It’s cool that I’m staying, more or less, pretty consistent. Granted, my posts aren’t particularly long, but really, anytime someone else’s post runs over a thousand words, I almost always find myself skimming, so perhaps brevity is best. I can’t be the only one who feels this way.
I’ve really missed blogging. I think it’s the best way to kickstart a day of writing.
So begins the third week of new year. Last week was difficult, but I’m forging ahead. 2019, you look tough, but I’m tough, too, and I’ve been reading Robert E. Howard’s boxing stories. You want a fight? You’ve got it.
I meant to post this a LOT earlier, but the first ten days of the new year have been packed with work and family drama. Last year I read 37 books, most of it in the latter half of the year. A lot of these titles seem like they’re from an AP English reading list, and that’s intentional. I passed up a lot of these titles in my late teens/early twenties, because I don’t like being told what to do. It was cool getting around to these books after all these years. Plus, there’s some Richard Laymon, Carlton Mellick III, and books from some friends. Check it out below.
- This is a Horror Book by Charles Austin Muir
- Elevation by Stephen King
- I Love You When I’m Drunk by Empar Moliner
- Sex and Rage by Eve Babitz
- To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
- A Minor Storm by J David Osborne
- Glimpse by Jonathan Maberry
- Areopagitca by John Milton
- Paradise Lost by John Milton
- Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
- The Short Stories, Vol. 1 by Ernest Hemingway
- The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
- A Very Easy Death by Simone de Beauvoir
- After Dark by Haruki Murakami
- Stacking Doll by Carlton Mellick III
- Their Eyes were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
- The Aeneid by Virgil
- Cold Blooded by Lisa Jackson
- Louisiana Stories by Kate Chopin
- Paperbacks from Hell by Grady Hendrix
- Toy Cemetery by William W. Johnstone
- The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
- In Other Words by Jhumpa Lahiri
- Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
- The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
- Nightmares in Ecstasy by Brendan Vidito
- Spider Bunny by Carlton Mellick III
- Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
- Singularity by William Sleator
- The Metamorphoses by Ovid
- The Odyssey by Homer (Emily Wilson translation)
- Ruined by Tracy Wolff
- Forever… by Judy Blume
- Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
- Those Across the River by Christopher Buehlman
- Dark Mountain by Richard Laymon
- Island by Richard Laymon
It’s worth noting that this list doesn’t include books I didn’t finish, or the ridiculous amount of poetry and short stories I also read. So, yeah, I read a lot last year, and a lot of it, I liked. If I do anything different this year, I will try to read more current titles. We’ll see though.