Monday, December 31, 2012

An Interesting Take on a Blovel (Blog Novel)

 It's scifi, so that mayn't be your style, but the concept is pretty cool.  Multiple contributors/collaborators working together to develop a coherent story, and individual diaries.  If only our government worked so smoothly, think of what they could accomplish? ...On second thought, scratch that last thought...

Check it out:

The Stronghold - New Blog

Has potential, check him out:

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Rambling, Idle Thoughts, Custom-Built Flash Fiction & Reader Submissions

Wife and I went out today and did a little shooting.  Mostly .22s on steel plates to keep our practice up, but also to try out this: .  Unfortunately, my time on the new sites were cut short by a broken firing pin; the rifle had less than 500 rounds through it.  If anything will reduce your rifle to a hunk of metal, the lack of this part certainly will; glad it happened during practice.  AKMs are great, but they're not mythical/indestructible great - everything fails.

Anyway, I think a lot while I'm shooting.  It's relaxing, it's out in the middle of nowhere, the "pinging" of the steel plates is like tiny shots of endorphins - everything about it makes me smile.  So yeah, I'm smiling and shooting and thinking, and this errant thought crossed my mind and it kinda stuck around, which is usually dangerous for me.  Most of the time when I get an idea, it's probably something I shouldn't do, except this one is perfectly safe and ethical and doesn't involve spotlights, or face paint, or kayaks, or hurricanes, or other things that make me cringe when I think back later (all of those components aren't necessarily from the same story).

Flash Fiction - really more like Flash Fiction/Short Story (Somewhere between 500-5,000 words). 
You come up with an idea, plot, etc.  You can name the characters, or whatever - it's your rodeo.  I'll write it, post it here & mention you as a co-developer.  If you have a blog, you can post it there or whatever, as well.  (Legal mumbo jumbo - I retain all rights to work I write, even if you suggest plot devices, etc.)


Reader Submissions - If you got some work you want to share, send it to me and I'll post it on the blog.  I'll critique it only at your request, otherwise I'll just post it for all to enjoy.  I won't post writing with excessive (my definition of excessive is rather low) profanity, any "adult" scenes, gratuitous violence
(I don't shy away from violent scenes in my work - but it is always to move the plot forward - not because I enjoy or condone the actions themselves - think Saw or Hostel for gratuitous violence - violence with a frail plot wrapped around it as an excuse for the violence).
(Legal mumbo jumbo - YOU retain all rights to work you write, of course.)

This may go absolutely nowhere, or it may be a great idea - either way, there's no chance of me winding up in the hospital, or arrested, or sucked out to sea, so I'm cool with either end result.


Wednesday, December 26, 2012

the Blighted - Update

I've got 4 chapters complete out of probably 16.  Shooting for somewhere around 30,000 words; got nearly 10,000 complete.

Fridays will be new chapter release days.

Lighthouse Survival Library

As I mentioned before, LHS has a ton of free non-fiction, how-to books available for download:

Check them out.

Also, they now have a fiction section, and TWF Part 1 is available there.  If you're an author, and you have something you're willing to make free, contact LHS and maybe you can work something out.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Max Velocity - Fiction

The Prologue to Max's first novel is up at his site, check it out:

I thought my novel was near-future.  Psshaw; Max's book is like tomorrow at noon near-future.  Crikey.

Thanks, Mr. Rawles (Again)

The Big Guy featured TWF Part 1 in his Odds and Sods section tonight:

Thanks Mr. Rawles.

According to Hoyt

Sarah Hoyt runs a blog that I've really been enjoying lately:

She splits her time between posts for/about authors and current events/libertarianism.  Her humor is indeed humorous and her posts are engaging, check it out.

A recent post that I enjoyed as an author (It seems I'm a Pantser):

another one about how stories set in the future are impossible to write without projecting one's political/social/religious beliefs (very true)

Some others that might be of more interest to you:

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Blighted - Chapter 1 (Partial)

Got a portion of Chapter 1 up now:

Chapter one hasn't been proofread.

Chapter one introduces the other main character of the story (Blaine).  I was going to kill Emma initially, but I believe I will create a story arc from the prologue and intersect her with Blaine somewhere along the way. 

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

For Those That've Read Crescent City

I added some extra incentive for the Reverend to assist William (addition in red); this addition will soon be reflected in the edition on Amazon:



... Reverend always managed to elevate the incident into a veritable crisis and garner plenty of publicity for himself. 
William strolled over to the table and slid back a chair opposite of the Reverend.  As he sat down, he placed a leather briefcase on the table.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’m here now, William.”

The Reverend’s subtle jab of disregard infuriated William.  His face flushed red and burned hot at the open disdain for the cause’s most important commodity, William’s time.  The hour was at hand, time was truly in short supply.  He had previously been resolved to overlook the Reverend’s obvious affronts from earlier in the evening; his discretion was now overcome by more base instincts.

Yes you are.  And what about your thugs downstairs, the ones who held me at gunpoint while they patted me down and appropriated my weapons, are they still here?”

The Reverend nodded, “They’re just outside the door.”

“Are you afraid of me, Reverend?”

“I don’t trust you; you would have much to gain from my demise.”

“Would I?”

“I would be lifted up as a martyr in my community.  The people of this city wouldn’t take my death lightly.  Dead or alive, your goal is accomplished, and you might reason a dead Reverend would be a more stalwart ally than a living, breathing one.”

William arose from his chair with a devilish sneer, plunged a hand down the front of his pants and then slammed a tiny, .22 Magnum derringer on the table.

“If I wanted you dead, Reverend, you’d be dead.”

The old man smiled and replied, “Likewise.  Now, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to encourage an assault on Jackson Barracks, tonight.”

“Attack the National Guard?  Are you insane?  What would convince you that I’d even entertain such a thought?”

William smiled as he opened the briefcase and tilted it up at the Reverend.  The case was filled with neat stacks of crisp, one-hundred dollar bills.

“You have the opportunity to ally with me and bring this city to its knees, to pay them back for years of injustice.  Let them know how it feels.”

William watched the Reverend as he stared unblinkingly at the briefcase; he paused for several seconds before continuing, “That, and about two and a half million dollars.”

The Reverend rocked back in his chair and considered the offer for several moments, before replying, “What if we fail?”

“How could we?  There’s only three hundred soldiers garrisoned there as we speak; you could easily rally three times that at the wave of your hand.  You could take the place in less than thirty minutes; they’d never see you coming until it was too late.  I already have a plan of attack developed; there wouldn’t have to be much blood shed.  Trust me.”

“What would be our reason for doing this?”

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Blighted - Added a Bit More

Cleaned up a bit of dialogue and made some minor changes.  Also added a little bit on the end.

Crescent City

Ad Parare brought it to my attention that there was a formatting error in CC - dashed lines were showing up between the dialogue in his copy.  I think I have this corrected.  The corrected file should be processed by Amazon tomorrow.  Amazon will provide you with a new edition of the file if this is something you would like.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Blighted - Chapter 1 (Partial)

Here's what I've got so far; not proofread.

The Blighted
part 1
Archer Garrett
This is a work of fiction.  All of the characters, organizations and events in this novel are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously; any resemblance to actual persons, living or undead is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2012 Archer Garrett. 
All Rights Reserved.
No Part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, copied or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

60 Days After the Outbreak
World Health Organization (WHO), South Pacific Region
Suva, Fiji
The exhausted soldiers leaned against the parapet walls of the flat roof and scanned the surrounding city with their binoculars.  An occasional walker was noted below as it randomly shuffled about, but so far, there were no signs of a real threat.  Hopefully it would be a quiet today; they certainly needed the rest. 
In the lobby of the building, five floors below, a group of nearly a dozen men with spears and machetes waited for an update from the watchmen high above.  They had long abandoned the use of firearms in all but the most dire of circumstances.  The rifles’ loud reports only served to attract more of the undead, and their ammunition supplies were dwindling precariously low.
In the center of the roof was a sprawling array of solar panels.  A confusion of wires led from the panels to a battery bank on the fifth floor, just below.  The rain over the past several days had been both a blessing and a curse; it had refilled their cistern, but nearly drained their power reserves.  Hopefully the next few days would be sunny; a day without power was a day without research.
The commanding officer on the roof sighed deeply as he surveyed the city below.  The view inspired both a sense of awe and utter hopelessness.  The nearby streets of Suva Old Town were once filled with tourists as they explored the numerous shops and dined in the sidewalk cafes.  The colonial architecture was a mocking reminder of times that were no more.  Now, they were hauntingly barren, except for the occasional, shuffling corpse and the endless parade of wind-blown trash.  The officer turned and scanned the jagged, northwest horizon wrought by the island’s mountainous interior.  There had been no word from the survivors on the opposite side of the island in Nadi or Lautoka for nearly two weeks; he wondered if he and his companions were the last of the living on Viti Levu.
He cursed aloud as the cries echoed through the surrounding area.  Apparently not.
He watched as two distraught men fled along Renwick Road, in their direction.
“Sir!  Should we take them out?”
“No!” the officer replied, “Don’t you remember what happened last time we fired a weapon?”
The young soldier nodded sheepishly.
“We were nearly overrun!  And that was almost a month ago!  There’s surely more of them things now.  Radio the lobby, have the men go out to get them and shut them up, before they get us all killed.”
“Come in Ratu.”
“Go ahead.”
“Send some of your men out to get those fools before they wake the entire city.”
Ratu and the others dashed out of the building’s main entrance towards the pair of terrified men.  The machetes and spears bobbed rhythmically with the men’s strides as they gripped the weapons tightly.  Ratu was filled with dread at the thought of what the men were fleeing.  If they had managed to survive this long, the pair was obviously capable of defending themselves.
As Ratu and the others reached the men, the dread that was within him turned to rage.  Ratu’s machete clattered on the pavement as he put his full weight behind the punch.  The man’s knees buckled as the massive fist violently connected with his jaw.  The second man lost the last remaining vestiges of his composure as he watched his companion collapse on the filthy street.
Ratu leaned in so that he was inches from the face of the refugee that was still standing.  His hot, rancid breath swirled about the man’s nostrils as he growled menacingly, “Are you insane?  You’ll wake the dead        !”
The refugee closed his eyes and dropped to one knee as he began to shake and weep uncontrollably.  The wounded man cradled his jaw as he sat up and draped arm around his friend’s shoulder.
“How many are after you?”
The men ignored Ratu as they curled around the soldier’s feet like scolded dogs.  They were broken men, exhausted from endless terror and sleepless nights.
“How many are after you?”
The wounded man looked up with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down his face as he continued to rub his jaw.
“We’re all dead; all dead.”
Ratu’s radio crackled to life with the panicked voice of the young soldier on the roof, “All of you get back here, now!  Barricade the doors; get the guns!”
As Ratu and the others looked up, an endless wave of undead appeared from around the corner.  As terrifying as the sight of the horde of corpses was, the sound was even worse; it was as if a great swarm of hornets were upon them.  An endless drone of groans and gurgles shattered the silence of the cloudless, midsummer’s day.
Ratu crouched low to retrieve his machete, before jerking the men to their feet.  The faces of the soldiers were pale with horror as they turned and fled to their refuge.
Dr. Ito’s assistant, Emma, finished transcribing the notes from the previous day’s observation and uploaded them to the database.  The information on the database, referred to as RISA, could be accessed by hundreds of collaborating doctors and researchers from around the globe as they frantically searched for a cure.  In another life, the assistant would have never performed such a lowly task, but times were different now; everyone had to pull together.
Communication between the researchers had begun to devolve as they became increasingly isolated.  The last conference call had been ten days ago, and some members of the team had begun communicating solely through RISA.  Emma could understand the eccentricities that were arising from the despair.  The research was becoming increasingly maddening as a cure continued to elude them, while the world continued to descend into a darkness that had been truly unimaginable just weeks ago.

Archer Garrett is a Dirty Liar!

I really am a dirty liar, this is my confession.  I'm making light of it, but I do feel bad.  I said I would listen to what you wanted regarding my next project, and I had already started on Krato 2.


You got trumped.

By the little lady.

She's a Walking Dead fiend, and she wants a zombie  book.

And her vote is weighted.

Krato is undead for the moment, but not forgotten.  I promise.

In my defense, I do bang these things out fairly quick, so maybe I won't be sidetracked for very long.  At least I'm not George R.R. Martin slow.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Crescent City - Available Tomorrow

Uploaded to Amazon.  Should be available sometime tomorrow on Amazon.  I will post the link when it becomes available.  Some stats:
Price:  2.99
Word Count: ~25,000
Pages:  ~100
Chapters:  13

Pick it up, if you are so inclined, and let me know what you think.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Crescent City - Update

21,000 Words.  1 Chapter Left - About 2,000-3,000 more words.  I trimmed a lot of fat off the end of the story.  I think it will read better now.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Speak Up!

While I'm finishing up Crescent City, I wanted to get some feedback from everyone here.  I don't really have much of a preference as to what I write next, and I have several options. 


I'm leaving it up to you.

Here's our options:

Kratocracy Part 2 - Pick back up the main series with the following (primary) story arcs: 
  • Jake/Clayton
  • Reese
  • Barrett and the Grey Riders
The Freehold Part 2 (aka Flashback Part 2) - A second short story based in the Freehold.  I already have the main character in my head.

The Blighted - num num Zombies!

New Houston - Like Crescent City, but in Houston during the nuclear attack. (Not very fond of this choice)

Wildcard - Give me your own idea.

There ya go.

Crescent City - Update

20,000 words and Chapter 11 complete (~80% complete).  I combined some chapters and am now left with 15 chapters total (4 to go).  Chapter 12 should be short - maybe I can start and finish it tonight. 

Still shooting for a pre-Christmas release, and it's beginning to look like that should be easy.  May even have it released before this time next week.  We shall see.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Looking for a Cover Artist

Any Graphic Artists out there?  Looking for one to maybe revise TWF's cover.  Contact me if interested; send some of your work if possible.