Sunday, January 20, 2013

Fun gangster movie!

Steve and I went to see Gangster Squad today and we loved it! All the characters were enjoyable to watch, and the action seemed non-stop.
Obviously it doesn't hurt that Ryan Gosling was cute as ever. Sean Penn was great, too.
It's was a fun gangster movie!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Writing is fun again-

It's only been four days since Inanimate Objects has been out, but it's already making people talk. And that's exactly what should be happening. And that makes it all worth while. Over the many years I.O. had been written and rewritten, through the many edits, and various Word version changes. (Actually, when This book was FIRST written, it was done on a Brother typewriter that was the newest thing because it had a screen on it, and you could type a whole sentence and see it before the machine would start typing. At the time, it was super cool.)

Anyway, all the work that went into this book is worth is when I start hearing people talk about it. Scenes and events in the story that only Steve and I have known of for 20 years, people are getting to experience.
And that right there just makes writing great.

I want say, although I've always loved writing (even tried to quit one time, but my heart wouldn't let me), it had lost a bit of the thrill through the years of struggling to find a publisher.
But now, as an indie author, and the popularity and success of eBooks, I'm able to release the books I write to fans, and they can actually be read, whereas before, that wasn't possible.
And over the past year, I have had more fun with my writing than I can remember.

With the success of Luthor and Blue Moon, The Rise of the Son, and now Inanimate Objects, I feel pretty damn good.

And it's only the beginning.

With Squish-Squash coming out next, then the 1st installment of the new erotica series, and the FINAL installment of the Blue Moon Saga, and part 2 of Inanimate Objects . . .
Hang on, it's gonna be a crazy ride because-
writing is fun again!

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Prologue-Inanimate Objects


                                           Prologue


The house was strange to her.  Unlike any she had ever known.  It was large.  Old.  The smell of mildew clung to the air like a disease.
The night was cold and dark.  The nightgown she wore was barely enough to keep the chill off her shoulders. 
She walked, slowly, down a hallway that seemed to have no end.  She was scared, because she did not know the house and knew for certain that she was lost within its walls.  She desperately wanted to leave, but could not discern how.
   As she walked down the hallway, cobwebs fell across her face.  Stroking her skin like ghostly gossamer fingers.  She touched the wall and felt along it, hoping to find her way to safety.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized she might never return to the house she knew to be safe.  The house she now so desperately searched for.
Finally, mercifully, the end of the hallway came.  There, she found a door.  An escape.  She placed her hand on the knob and stopped, suddenly afraid to turn it, but at the same time afraid that if she didn't, she may be trapped in her dark prison forever.
With the twist of the knob, the door swung inward, pulled open by its own weight.  Slowly, she walked through.  For a moment, though she thought it impossible, she swore that the room she walked into was darker than the hall had been.  A more infinite, ominous darkness.
The door behind her swung shut with a loud bang.  She quickly ran to it, but was unable to reopen the heavy wooden barrier.  No matter how she pulled, she couldn't open the door.
It was suddenly locked.
The tears came again—along with the light.  A blinding light that seemed to have no particular point of origin, but at the same time pointed directly at her.  The light was warm on her face.  For a moment, comforting.
But then it was too warm.
She turned away from the glow, only to find she faced it again.  The heat from the light intensified and sweat appeared on her forehead.  Her skin started to hurt as it began to burn.
Suddenly a figure appeared from the center of the light.
It walked slowly, but with obvious intent, and stood before her.  Her eyes grew wide as she took in the image.
The figure was that of a man—subconsciously she knew it was anything but.  The hair was long and wet, dripping with some type of thick liquid.  The drops hit its bare chest and ran down its torso.  The face was that of a monster.  The lips were black and split open from dryness.  She could make out the dried blood that had once oozed from the breaks.
Its eyes had no apparent color, but at the same time seemed to be all colors.  The nose was too wide for the size of its face.  Causing it to look more as if it belonged on a cow or steer.
The stranger took her hand and placed it on its chest.
The body was muscular and void of any hair.  The skin warm to the touch.  Her hand was lowered.  The stomach rippled with well-defined muscles.
Her hand was lowered still.
The figure was completely naked and erect.
The beast—for that is what she believed it to be—parted its lips into what she thought was to be a smile.  The teeth were jagged.  Its tongue, long, black and pointed, darted out and licked its bloodied lips as it guided her hand along its offensively large penis.  Slowly at first.  Then faster and faster, until she felt a warm liquid flow across her hand.
“SOON, MY LOVE, YOU WILL KNOW HELL,” it whispered in a harsh, horrible voice.  Then it turned and walked back into the light.
She watched as the figure slowly vanished, but just before it did, she looked down at its feet.  There, below the ankles, where the feet should have been, were two large cloven hooves.
The woman looked down at her hand and found the warm liquid she felt was her own blood pouring from a gash in her palm.

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Really?

I just saw on CNN how a paparazzi (paparazzo?) was snapping pictures of Justin Bieber at a red light. Apparently it was a busy section of road and, after being told to get back in his car, he crossed the street without looking and got hit and killed by oncoming traffic.

My question is: Was that shot of Justin sitting at a red light, really that important?

I understand that it's their job and it's how they make money, but this is clearly when it goes too far.