You may have noticed that I used both dialectic phonetics as well as French this round. my purpose is to give a feel of life growing up Cajun, just as I will be writing dialogue in Creole and Romani (Roma) as well for the same reason. As my character is being raised to be multilingual, it is necessary. At a later date, I may add footnote translations, but for the time being….none will be added.
I have wonderful news! So far, The Devil and The Faust Syndrome have entered into production as audio books. My intent is to have The Door On The Thirteenth Floor also in audio book form as well….and have all three out on Halloween along with the e-book version of TDOTTF. I want to make this a very special Halloween season.
I submitted a show idea to the Discovery Channel as well and am hoping they pick it up. If they do, y’all will be in for one hell of a wild ride. The success would be a feather in my cap.
I am working on a pre-Roman, pre-Christian, paranormal historical fantasy that was suggested by an artist friend. It should be out around Christmas.
At some point, I will be back on here to give you the serial fiction you have grown to enjoy from me. Just not right now. I have so much going on and am so busy that I can barely see straight.
In my still fruitless search for my grandfather’s/grandmother’s stories which my father wrote down, I found old stories I had not finished….or even that I had not begun. Around the time I wrote the original short story that spawned The Faust Syndrome, I created a page/2-pages of summaries for story ideas I had. Some sound interesting and possibly could become either short stories or novels.
I also found the original starts for The Door On The Thirteenth Floor...from which, I may end up using the main character elsewhere. I have the original manuscripts (actual handwritten manuscripts from high school) that I am taking characters from for the Tales From The Renge saga. I wish I still had the first book in the series…but I don’t. Sadly, it vanished. As I have never outlined story ideas, and have only used brief summaries of any idea, I do not have anything to reconstruct it from.
But I found another story…a kind of fan fic piece. I may put it here at some point, I don’t know yet. Still, I may be putting some old stuff up as new stuff for you to view. I may even type out the original manuscripts whose characters are finding their way into TFR so you can see just how much I have grown as an author.
Before I start, I am announcing that I am postponing the posting of any segments of You’re Too Fucking Loud” until I can afford a new printer. I need to print off the extremely rough information I have as a rough draft so I can actually rework it to look professional. Smooth.
Now, with that out of the way….
My day was going great. We picked elderberries today, not that we got a lot (enough for about a pint of juice), but we got some. I suggested to mom that, to prevent any further future spraying by the county, she needed to post No Spraying signs next to the culvert near the bushes that got sprayed. It would ensure that the county would not spray again.
We did a few other things (sought out her empty jars, looked for a canner and a pan, and other things needed for canning as well as cleaned out and emptied the sprayers) as well. When we were done, I came home. She sent home with me several jars of canned pickled beets (I have always loved pickled beets), three potatoes, some tomatoes, and sugar.
I was supposed to fill the car up with gas, but found that there was not enough in the bank to do so….so I opted to go a little longer without. I’m perfectly fine with that. I understand.
That is where the ‘good day’ ended.
I have been struggling to get a small bit of funding so I can start a business. The whole process has been fraught with faux pas. The first attempt was reversed due to someone hacking an account. Second, by the bank’s alert system. And today?
Today, I was asked to do something. I tried to do it. I was blocked by the need for a code that I did not have.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I hate investing in anything not tangible. But, to humor the investor, I did as I was asked ‘to make it easier’. I opened a cryptocurrency trading account. I hate cryptocurrency. Perhaps I am a creature of habit that is leery of sudden change. Or maybe I just hate the idea of having to invest in something I can’t readily use.
To shorten the story, I could not get the person I was dealing with to understand why I could not do as they asked. Either they did not listen to what I said, or they flat ignored it. Both will piss me off quicker than anything. Don’t ignore me. Don’t not listen to me either.
To say the least, I am growing disgusted with the whole procedure. Mainly because the person on the other end is not willing to meet me in the middle. Thus, I posted something on Facebook something not characteristically in step with me. Something that seemed funny at the time.
It was meant as a joke. It concerned a project I decided not to go ahead with. One meant to be a sequel to The Devil.
The joke is liable to offend a few even though it was not meant to do so. Oh well. Sometimes sadism creeps into an angry mind. Sadistic sarcasm. Something I am good at.
Did I mention there’s a new book due out on Halloween? Here’s the link:
I must amend the statements made my last discussion on the current WIP. In the last post, I stated that the first episode was only supposed to cover years 7-11. Well, suddenly, it has grown. I am now at 1997. A terrible year.
Instead of going too far in depth, I have tried to stick with what is truly important to the story. Visions and Dreams. And the pain along the way.
first, I must warn that I changed the age of my character. Originally, I set him at eight years of age. I have set him back to seven for the first two chapters.
Much of the story being written at the beginning of this is true. It is based off events in my childhood. The dreams and the ‘vision’ I mention did actually take place. This first episode is based off years 7-11 7-9 took place on the farm. years 10 and 11 were the first years lived in Sidney. It was the first time I realized that dreams meant something. Something more than most would admit.
Our household never had a television in it. I could never watch horror movies, so my dreams have no basis in anything I have ever watched. I did read a lot as a child, but nothing so terrifying as what I had dreamed.
I have never told any of the first few dreams. Or of the dreams I had as a teen. I have, however, spoken to a few about the dreams I had in my early adult life…which will also be detailed in this portion of the Soul Shard series. My suspicions about the later dreams have been averred, so I know that I am right about the earlier dreams as well.
Yes, I have become very adept at interpreting my own dreams. With such vivid imagery and audible dialogue, Or intense action, they are not hard for me to read. At the same time, I do not want to make too many uncomfortable. It isn’t my intent.
The overall Soul Shard series is meant to tie together the loose ends of the other cycles…Alpha Triad and Deltalink International. It is meant to bring a close to The Dimensional Wars in a way that redefines the universe and time/space itself as a concept.
Recently, a good friend of mine made mention that he would like to team up with me and write his memoirs. I accepted. I am now fully engaged in the writing thereof. I am also fully engaged in a media blitz in support of the forthcoming book.
To expand on the story. I am friends with several musicians. Some of them are legends in their own right.
Among these legends stands Mr.Carlo Casanova. For those of you who do not know who he is, I will explain. Carlo Casanova is the lead vocalist and guitarist for the band Psycho Sin, the founders of noise core.
But he is also so much more. He is also an ex-wrestler with quite a career. But this is just the shell of the story I am engaged in putting on paper.
NO worries, folks. I am fine. I’ve just been busy. In fact, it doesn’t look as if I am going to be any less busy!
I was recently contacted by Carlos Casanova, legendary noisecore/hardcore frontman of Psycho Sin about teaming up to do his memoirs from his time in the 1980s punk underground. I have even offered to help him with his memoirs from his wrestling years as well.
I just released another book in the Alpha Triad/Deltalink International cycle and have been working on books 4 and 5 in The Morrow Family Saga in hopes that I can finally finish the first series and release all on a wider market. I want to finish series 1-4 before the end of the year, but maybe that is just wishful thinking.
I am also getting ready to release a film that I wrote the script and co-produced. I just finished with the posters to be used to advertise it. As soon as I receive the mp4 file, I will begin the process of making it available for those who want to stream it.
The production team that did this last film is getting ready to do another which I am involved in writing and co-producing as well. and we have at least a dozen more lined up behind that. So, until I can pause and continue the tale I began here….I will leave updates.
Sorry for the absence. I have been very busy. I am currently re-releasing my full catalog of books into a broader market. Now, they will be available in all possible markets (B&N, Kobo, Playstr, etc) instead of just Amazon.
So we have met Araqis (or Archus, if badly translated), a nineteen-year-old(?) descendant of the “Star Seed” or “Lights”. His/her diary is more of a journal at the moment, an assignment give to him/her by his/her teachers. We start at a time in earth’s history where the planet has been around for at least 1,000 years (by scientific calculation) and the civilization that flourishes has been around for at least as long. I am, as a writer, taking creative license enough to assume that the Earth is quite a bit older than we believe and that the age we have picked is merely the very beginning of life here.
As far as I know, I have not yet identified whether Araqis is a boy or a girl, and for this project, it really doesn’t matter. You will notice no date other than the year. days and months have yet to be named and hours, minutes, and seconds have yet to become important. All that matters in the world that Araqis represents is that a day is from sunup to sundown, humanity is huge compared to modern man, and viruses and harmful bacteria have yet to introduce themselves.
I am playing with the idea of splitting the narrative among more than just my Earthbound Araqis, after all, our narrator has mentioned the colonization of Mars, Venus and the moons orbiting nearly all planets in this system. I believe that it might be interesting to see how things go for all-whether they evolve with their planets/moons, or whether they die out before the modern age of man. Or whether they come to Earth or leave the system altogether.