2017 Is Here

Wow, time sure does fly when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? Actually, it seems to fly regardless of the fun these days. 2016 was pretty much a shit-trifecta for me; the last three years have been particularly trying, financially, emotionally, and physically. I’ve had to endure the loss of my freedom and abuse at the hands of corrupt judges and spiteful court employees who got their panties in a bunch despite being innocent (no Ohio, I haven’t forgotten you), lost my home, suffered through extreme depression, and was forced to face more unpleasantness than I care to relate. Somehow, I managed to get my first paperback into print (after working on the manuscript for over two decades, but that’s another story), prevent myself from living in a box under an overpass, and even find some gainful employment while trying to further my artistic pursuits, but I can honestly say I never want to have to go through such a time again.
2016 was also a nasty year for so many others. We lost a good number of cherished actors, musicians, and other performers from our childhoods, watched as innocent people in Yemen and other nations were slaughtered, and endured a controversial election for our nation’s highest office.
Now, however, the great celestial cycle begins anew, and I can only hope that it will be a more positive year than the one previous. True, it is likely that the next four years will be harder for many, especially financially, for those in creative industries, but I still have hope. With that hope has come a newfound determination that I will not allow the events of the last three years to repeat themselves. I have learned much through those experiences, and will be using that knowledge to safeguard myself against such stressful and unpleasant things in the future. To do this, I will have to become much more proactive in how I deal with such things, and have renewed my determination to produce more creatively in the coming year. These are not resolutions, as they are a refreshing of goals, a renewed zest for making the best of the time I am allowed.
To that end, I am hoping to produce at least one more novel in the coming year. I learned a great deal from publishing my first paperback, and this should save me a great amount of stress and effort in regards to future works. I have about 100 pages of new manuscript, and hope to have the first draft completed by April. Normally, this would be an easy deadline, but having a young child at home puts my time at a premium. Still, I have high hopes that at least one of the writing projects I have on my list will see fruition in the year to come. I’ll be sure to update my blog with updates on current and future projects time goes on.
Also, I am looking into adding some blogs to my site via a Youtube channel. This would give me an opportunity to discuss various topics, give the occasional book review, and update various writing and art projects. This is only in the planning stage at the moment, but I’ll be sure to update those interested with any developments.
Well, that’s it for now. Best New Year’s wishes for everyone!
Until next time, I hope everyone has a wonderful 2017.

~Namaste

Highway Hypnosis – Update

The revised version of ‘Highway Hypnosis’ is now available on Smashwords, and can be purchased here.

The new manuscript has been completely revised, following the apparent loss of the edited manuscript. The paperback version will be available soon, and I will update the appropriate pages on the site when becomes available. The cover layout has been completed, and should be on Amazon in the near future. The length of the paperback will be 402 pages, and I’m quite excited. This novel has been a labor of love for me for quite some time, and I am glad to be able to now move on to other creative projects.
One of these will be illustrations from the novel, which I will be offering as free prints in the future. Further details are forthcoming, so stay tuned!

~Namaste

News and Thoughts

I’ve been sick for the last week, sicker than I’ve been for over a decade. Some kind of nasty upper respiratory/sinus/throat thing that refuses to die, leaving me to hack up chunks of phlegm the consistency of spoiled mayonnaise, and leaves me weak, unable to sleep, sweating, shaking, and wracked with coughs despite a prescription cough medication.
On the good side, the job I applied for has not been filled; the company is in their open enrollment period and very busy, and that, and one little emoticon, made my day in ways I cannot describe. I have an anger assessment appointment next Wednesday, and have decided that regardless of the assessment, I will go ahead and take the class anyway.
I’ve always been one to disagree at first, for whatever reason, but then common sense always takes hold, and I come around to seeing the truth. This is in itself a symptom, but there were two other factors that played heavily in my decision. The first, of course, is what my beautiful wife has tried to tell me in different ways for several years. The second, and easily if not more important, is that I see the changes in my grandchildren, changes brought on by the personalities of those around them, and I cannot have the issues I have be absorbed in any way by me sweet, innocent Savannah. I cannot, and will not, allow that to happen. She is the sweetest, most loving child I’ve ever known, different in her attitude than any child I’ve ever met, and I will do anything to keep it that way.
Both my wife, and my daughter, deserve better out of me. Regardless of what is transpiring now, or anything that happens later, I have to do this, both for myself, and for them. I’m so tired of dealing with the various issues I’ve had since my accident so many years ago, and from my way of reacting to things, which has likely been around since before then, a remnant of my upbringing by a controlling woman who had she been assessed, would likely be diagnosed as both histrionic and suffering from borderline personality disorder. Before the accident, this aspect was easily dealt with; the discipline of my arts gave me a high level of self-control. After my trauma, however, I was left in chronic pain, constantly, and without the continuous training to which I was accustomed, that discipline was sorely lacking.
But I want more than mere discipline or coping mechanisms. I want to rid myself of all the conditions brought on by the accident. The next step will be to address those, either at the same center or another more specialized, and to get proper medical attention for my chronic pain, which will be easily afforded once I have a position in which I can excel. I want to live the remainder of my life free of the pain and migraines, free of the periodic anxiety and stress that has plagued me for over a decade, live it in joy and wonder at the growth of my little girl, and with any luck, with my Dragonfly at my side. I The prospect of these events have left me both hopeful and even a bit excited, for the hardest step is always the first. Once taken, I can continue on that path, and make myself the best father, and husband, that I can be.

Dragonfly, wherever you are, I love you and Savannah with all my heart.

And to close, another picture of the woman who has changed my world.

The Most Beautiful Woman I've Ever Known

The Most Beautiful Woman I’ve Ever Known

Cover Painting

Here is a preview of the cover painting from my upcoming work of horror fiction, Highway Hypnosis:


Proofreading for the latest manuscript is finished, and I should be able to start final editing within the next week or so.

Preview

Here is a little preview of the sketch for my first self-published novella. I am almost finished transferring the drawing to a larger board for painting.

the minstrel

The completed novella will be available in all e-book formats from Smashwords.com, as well as major e-book outlets.

Coming Soon to an E-Reader Near You

Well folks, it looks like the self-publishing option is going to be the method of choice. I’ve been considering this for some time, and regardless of my liking for physical books over e-books, I have decided the best option is to publish my work myself. I am currently working on the cover art for my first novella, which will be distributed through Smashwords. This story, which I feel is a good vehicle for my particular take on horror, as well as urban fantasy, should be available within the next few weeks on the Nook, Kindle, Ipad, and other devices. Keep checking back for more details!
. . . And so it begins.

~Namaste

If the World Doesn’t End . . .

. . . I will be investigating the option of self-publishing in the near future.
Most that know me know that I have resisted the e-book trend for some time. I have always been a collector of hard and soft-cover books for most of my life. I have felt that the e-book trend was taking something away from traditional publishing, and thought I would see a flood of Twilight quality writing or worse.
However, observation through time has shown that this is not necessarily the case, and though self-publishing, especially in an electronic format, poses its own share of shortcomings, it also gives the author a level of control over his own work that is rarely achieved in the traditional publishing world, at least for those authors who have yet to establish themselves. Being that I am a visual artist as well as a writer, it has been my desire for some time to incorporate more of my visual work into my writing. This makes the self-publishing route even more attractive, and has given me the incentive to take that path in the future, and include interior illustrations in addition to cover artwork.
Of course, if the world ends tomorrow, that plan may need to be put on hold, but otherwise, I hope to have my first novel Highway Hypnosis ready for e-book publication in the coming year, with a novella and another novel ready by year’s end.

Until next we meet –

`Namaste

Goodbye, Boris

boris

Boris, my friend and companion of 6 years, passed away on May 15, 2012, two months to the day after his bonded Nastasha passed over the rainbow bridge, and into the summerland. These amazingly curious, always bouncy little balls of fur bring more personality and love for life into one’s home than many people, and are so much more complex than many people realize. He and Natasha were both rescues, and during a particularly dark period in my life, when I was struggling with a number of issues related to my auto accident a few years previous, were my only real companionship. They helped me through a difficult time, and though Michelle and I gave him the best we could, we could never give him enough to express the value of his effect on my life. We had a good many adventures, and although we had six good years together, it seems to have gone by in a flash. Perhaps these little creatures live their lives in the moment because they know their time is short, and they want to enjoy as much of it as they can.
Perhaps we can all learn a bit from these carefree little animals. Live life while you can, for it is over all too soon.

R.I.P Mia

Mia

I haven’t posted for awhile. The main reason for this is that Michelle and I suffered the sudden and untimely loss of our beloved Staffordshire Terrier, Mia, on April 4 of this year. Mia was a rescue, and had come into our care through a series of unfortunate events. We gave her the life she had longed for, only to have that time cut short.

It was during late night walks with her that I became inspired to write the few pieces of poetry found on this site. Something about our time together brought me closer to my muse, and that is a rare quality.

Mia

Despite the reputation normally attributed to pit bulls, she was a beautiful and loyal animal, who never failed to convey not only her appreciation for the slightest courtesy, but her love for those around her. She will truly be missed.