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How Busy’s it Been Lately?

Already know the answer? If not, here’s a hint: That bag of incense cones wasn’t open until mid-June, and only because I was going through incense sticks in that same scent like they had an expiration date.

Also, my backup-backup office chair (yup, I’m the kind of writer who understands the need for two such pieces of furniture) is in trouble, and tomorrow I’m going to WalMart and Target to try and hunt down a stadium cushion—one of those squares you can bring with you to the ball game, in the hopes it’ll extend the life of this chair. I’ve known for almost 2 years that I need a new chair. My last one collapsed under me mid-keystroke. Pam learned it had been recalled, though we never got any notification (sure glad we always register our new office products, huh?), but now? Now it’s time, and all because in the las months, I’ve written a novella (I stopped guessing how much time I’d spent on it after the 300 hour mark) 2 original short stories, a couple of articles for Medium, and 2 reworks of older stories that had previously been published, but required some updates.  (Stories written prior to the existence of smartphones? Yeah, that’s a biggie…) So, roughly 50K words on those efforts, and currently another 4K into a new project that looked like it could be a short, but may fit better as a longer piece. Who knows? In pieces, may work as several short stories better than chapters, but, no rush. Pam’s already got plenty to edit and do cover designs for.  😊


If you didn’t know, ASHES, one of the pieces mentioned above, is currently available exclusively on Kindle, and centers on Walt, an elderly Navy vet, content living out his days in a nursing home, when a chance thrift store purchase provides him an opportunity to right a wrong that took his best friend decades earlier. But, can he really turn back the clock? Can he reach that far away port-of-call in the Pacific? And if he makes it, can he deliver the payback he’s been dreaming about all these years? Cover illo by Mike Koneful (Zacherley’s Midnight Terrors, Gory Lori) w/a cameo by the blind guy. 

https://amzn.to/2WSe82x

Ashes is here!

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DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!

ASHES, the new ebook, is LIVE, folks, and waitin’ for you to click on thru. And, yup, that’s a combination photo/illo cover. Mike Koneful provides the part requiring the ink-slinging, yours truly cameos, and so do the shelves in my garage. Shoot would have been much more fun had it not been 90 degrees out with no fan going, but hey, that’s the life of a struggling artist, right? Here’s the Golden Ticket, c’mon back & leave a comment if you get a chance to check it out. It’s the weekend after all…

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Thrift store shelves filled with random items. An old man's hand reaches for a bronze capsule of some sort.

Saving a Couple Pounds of the Planet

Lot of pics today, so this post should do awesome on social media. (Yes, sorry, that was a shot—those that figured it out’ll probably appreciate it even more). 

Back in March when I felt lockdown was coming and Pam was heading out of town, I prepped. I figured Billy might not be able to come by as often, so I stocked up on a bunch of bulk groceries. Freezer full, I took care of the dog and cat food needs, snagged extra treats & toys, and crossed that off my list. I knew I’d be writing a lot, but made a project list that included a new screenplay, a new short story, and re-editing an existing story from my Kindle pg. The last thing I wound up accomplishing with Billy before the announcement came—the day after Pam left—that lockdown would start in 48 hrs, was…

Buying a package of seeds. 

This was a total side project. Something I could do without any assistance, because if it failed, ehh, I wasn’t gonna feel bad. The seeds? I don’t know what they were. I told Billy, “Anything that looks like it’s got some purple in it? Yeah? Okay, snag me one of those.”

Then, the tough part. I had a bag of top soil that had been out in the yard, in a planter, keeping Mouse from digging in a spot where she’d gotten out under the fence last year. Billy threw a paver in the hole, kicked in some dirt, and brought that bag around front for me. As I’ve mentioned before, it was similar in many ways to concrete, similar in others to Sahara. Not functional. In every way, it was grave dirt.

Planter filled with soil and raw chicken.

However, to me dirt is dirt, and I had had a power outage here at the house that left a lot of spoiled stuff in the garage freezer. As you can see, that rotten chicken and beef and a Jamaican beef patty became the foundation for my attempt to resurrect this dirt, and get something to grow out of it. I lay in some of this not-so-top soil, dumped in the rot, covered it up, threw in a couple handfuls of fresh dirt, and watered it. Left the planter half-full, in the FL heat. Hoped some worms would come visit. Over the next few weeks (5 in total), I tossed in scraps & food on its way out. The occasional baby carrots at the end of the bag that were getting mushy. A fatty piece of chicken. A bulb of garlic that had been forgotten about on the counter. Anything Mouse wasn’t interested in (or couldn’t eat). Moldy bread. Into the planter it went. In went more bottom-soil. More water. More heat.

Dirt, and more dirt, in the planter
Adding more to the dirt.

Couple weeks back, think it’s a month now, I was at the point where the planter was mostly filled. That meant it was seed time. I emptied the package into the planter, added a thin handful of fresh soil, and…Game On!

Pictured here is the end result. Pam was happy to see something in the planters—these were hers, after all, from back when we first moved in, and, they’ve been rather empty for most of our time here. That worthless soil? Looks to be a piece of the planet I managed to save. Now, I’ve also added two more Ti trees because the first one’s been doing pretty good. 

Full plant with blooming flower.

Am I going to clean tons of CO2 from the air with 3 Ti trees and a coupla flowers? No. I’m not kidding myself. But—perhaps the occasional (occasional is more than enough for me) bee will stop by. I don’t know if bees and these flowers have any reason to seek out each others’ company, but I don’t care. So long as the bees stay away from the door and yours truly, they can hang on my plants. The thing is, first and foremost? Trying to bring back a bag of dirt I probably paid $3.99 for 2 years ago is the kinda thing a stubborn guy like me will invest way more than $3.99 in time and effort to accomplish. The process of thawing out the freezer bags of rot, having to smell and touch that guck, on a ‘maybe’? Just washing my hands so many times that day probably made this a break-even project at best. The seeds were a buck. You do the math. But, it’s cool hearing Billy say, “Man, those things are looking good.” Pam likes them. So long as my Mom doesn’t come by and look at them (she has a black thumb, and can kill plastic trellis-vine), I’m glad it worked out.  Hope you dig the pics. It’s summertime in most places, if you’ve been thinking about throwing something colorful into a pot? Do it. Better to try and get a tiny benefit out of it than not. The environmental impact of these flowers and trees may be near-negligible. But—every little bit helps, and now? I have a little more little bit going on. Y’know? I’m good with that.

Ti Trees and planter

New eBook: The Thirteen

Okay, enough teasing: The new ebook is out and over on Amazon. New imprint, new logo, and finally, new fiction. Several more to come, as well,  including one that’s likely to cross the 12K word mark, so that one’s pretty substantial.

Today, though, is all about THE THIRTEEN. The tale hits all the creepypasta buttons, while bringing all the twists and bits of foreshadowing I enjoy weaving in, so it won’t fit the niche like a puzzle piece, but…I’m not known for cookie-cutter storytelling.

If you want a quick teaser, here:

A young girl goes apartment hunting in Manhattan, desperate to find a place she can afford. A friend from class doesn’t live too far, but, it’s not uptown by any stretch. Our gal, though, has troubles she’s running from, and decides: This neighborhood isn’t so bad. Working class. Largely immigrants. Who cares if no one will talk to her? the place is nice. Well…nice enough… And, at least it has an elevator.

And so, there you have it. If you do check it out, please leave a review and comment, even if it isn’t your thing. Feel free to come back here and weigh in, I put this one out to some beta readers but always appreciate your feedback. Hope you’re all staying safe and staying well, more horrors to come, promise.

Cover to The Thirteen. An old high rise apartment building that looks nearly abandoned

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