I’ve had to create complex locks and seals to keep my consciousness in this reality with everyone else. I’ve had to hide the combinations and keys from my self to prevent me from leaving at every opportunity–the secrets of opening obfuscated by madness and misdirection. But they work. They keep us all here. The author asks me to let him through, and I say no. The shadow beast threatens me, but he knows I don’t know the way through either. I am the master of locks and barriers. I create puzzles. I do not solve them. The author returns with the keymaker, “This reality has asked for more from another. The request must be fulfilled. I’m going in.” And I step aside. It’s always like this. What the author doesn’t know is that it is my locks that make the other side so desirable and the key is always a test of an author’s willingness to lose herself. The tumblers fall into place and I miss her. I don’t know if she’ll ever return, but when she does, I’ll have better locks. -Gnomish Keeper of Sanity
Kirkus reviewed Sunborn Rising and the results are in! Not only did the novel review well, but it’s featured in Kirkus’ latest magazine (Jan issue) and on their recommended list!
Presale is live!
Hardcover coming soon!
I have to stop yelling now!
Quoting a great friend of mine,
…the immediate destruction and loss of life is horrific, but I think the real attack is worse because of how widespread and insidious the effects are…and that’s the fear it generates which leads to hate and willingness to sacrifice freedom.
Check out the beautiful new Sunborn Rising website! So proud of the entire Neoglyphic team!
And the words come at a flow, a pace that helps me remember why I write. Open cool transference of thoughts to characters, and situations unknown, discovered through the exploration of the mind. And maybe I am trapped, and maybe we are all trapped, but there is a way to freedom. There must be a way to the free spaces, the places in between that define the world we know. Exist in the places between, the space outside the known, and lose yourself in it only to discover that you need to return to the definition in order to know that you’re mad—and the artist says no, there is no madness, there is no sanity, there is only the zombie automaton and freedom, and both are crazy, and both are deadly, and so the artist continues, lost in the meandering dark of the other side of the glass, seeing you as her reflection, wondering what’s wrong with herself, and she turns the mirror around and staring at its back, doesn’t see the difference, and laughs, and feels better, and the artist continues, because the artist isn’t just visiting the other side, the artist lives here, and the artist knows a secret that he cannot share, and the artists that have returned with secrets are charlatans, because an artist can never go back as anything other than an entertainer, and the artist knows the void obscures, knows that no one may ever find him here, but the artist is here anyway, because—and this is what the artist says—“I am not defined by your experience of me,” and so the artist disappears. -Gnomish Explorer
Actively working on the second book in the Sunborn Rising series. Vertical Slice of Cerulean concept by artist Matt Gaser to the left .
The first volume, Beneath the Fall, is receiving a lot of praise from the Sneak Peek group! Really exciting to hear from everyone! I can’t say thank you enough for sharing your experience with the story.
Dabbling with a few other short stories that have been waiting in the wings for too long. Not sure if they’ll go live or not. And I have another portrait in my series that I’d like to release soon too.
I also finally updated the cover art for Evening Breezes here on my website.
As always, if you want to be in on the Sneak Peek you can write to me, email@example.com . I can’t guarantee all requests, but I’ll do my best, and I’m on my email everyday.
Finally, able to formally announce what I’ve been working on for more than a year!
Co-Founded a Company, Neoglyphic Entertainment!
Finished writing my fourth novel, Sunborn Rising: Beneath the Fall!
I’m super excited to working with a great crew of creatives, developing a new franchise and a platform to launch that franchise into a full spectrum of media!
Wish me luck!
(Oh, and tangentially, I’m working on some new short stories… but keep that on the down low. I’m supposed to be editing.)
If you haven’t checked out Noveltunity, it’s a new book club website promoting lesser-known authors. Members select monthly reads by sampling and voting.
Well, I’m placing it here now. Not sure why I didn’t publish it? Maybe I planned to edit it again? Who knows? 😀 Honestly, I should edit it, but I’m in the middle of submitting the fourth novel to a sneak peek reader group and that’s the highest priority today.
Anyway, Cost of Comfort. I remember liking it when I wrote it…
My friend, Ellery, contacted me last week to participate in his scavenger hunt, GISHWES. He needed a science fiction author to write a 140 word story about an Elopus, Misha Collins, and the Queen of England.
I researched Misha–cool guy worth reading about, and the Elopus–Elephant Octopus, of course. It was fun to experiment, and I’m glad I took the time to play .
The contest has ended. I hope the team did well! Enjoy the short:
Her Majesty’s Secret Servant
Misha watched The Man leave with Monica, but kept his head low, his hands busy. A quirky smile curled his lips; a question on his mind.
Opening his desk drawer, Misha removed a medium-sized, fire-blackened jar filled with murky, viscous liquid. Eyes closed, he swiveled the jar twice gently, and then flipped it over. Through a small clear window in the glass, two tentacles emerged. A head sprouting a long trunk and floppy oversized ears pushed between the suction-cupped limbs into the porthole.
Misha nodded, “Knew it! Scandal.”
“What’s that?” A snooping intern asked over Misha’s shoulder, “an octophant?”
“It’s an elopus larval-calf. I found it on the greatest international scavenger hunt the world has ever seen seconds before the old lady. God save the Queen.”
Misha winked. The elopus winked back. “I’m going to need a bigger jar.”