Projects. Projects Everywhere.

And now for your semi-monthly update. What have I been doing since throwing Monster Under My Bed out there?

Thus my title.

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I’ve got more projects going on than I can juggle. Let’s talk about them for a bit, beginning with the ones I’m actually making progress on.

Illusion of Grandeur, the sequel to Through the Lichgate, is now a finished draft. Has been for a while now, actually. I’m looking into beta readers to clean it up, but likely it will be the next book I finish. The story stars Pierre, and if you’ve read the first book… this one will be quite the departure, let’s leave it at that.

Monster In My Closet, sequel to Monster Under My Bed, is getting a rough start. I’m in the drafting process, but unsure where. Roger Whitt is going to be running into boogeymen, vampires, and scariest of all, his brother.

Devil Game, my new novel idea combining Shonen anime tropes and the Biblical book of Revelation, is over halfway done. Slow going, there, but it’s moving steadily. 56k words and counting.

I’m working on my audiobook skills by narrating the entire web serial Pact by Wildbow. So far I’m about 4 hours into that recording. It’s a blast!


What else? Of course, there are a bunch of projects that are in stasis while I work on the above.

I’ve shelved a novella called Inconvenient Powers for now. The idea needs refining before I edit the draft I have, depending on what I want. How inconvenient are the powers? How common? Do I want to get into actual combat between a guy with food-kinesis and a glowy-sparkle-boom villian?

I’ve got a 1930s Boston Mafia story that I want to bring to bear, though I’m only a few chapters in and the story already needs revising. Back to formula with this one.

I’m already sketching out the story for the third book in The Drama Club Presents series. No details for you guys yet, but it will star yet another club member. Take a guess!

I’ve put together all the worldbuilding details to make a series of stories from Slimy Hero, a short story I posted on this blog. You need more than a world to tell a story, but this one’s still floating out there. First action will probably be to rework the story into third person, with a wisecracking narrator.

I’ve been working up some short stories for submission to various compilations, just as a side project. It’s uncertain whether anything will come from that.

That’s all, I think.

 

See you around! (if I don’t suffocate under the weight of these projects)

-Kyle Adams

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Monster Under My Bed

That short story I posted a month or so ago? It’s a full-fledged novella now.

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I love the cover art. It was drawn out by Mason “Tailsteak” Williams. Been following his comic art for years, and it was great to have him draw Roger and Mumb for me.

Running at about fifty pages, Monster Under My Bed is a new story about Roger Whitt, daycare custodian and imaginary-monster-wrangler-in-training. Here is the blurb:

Roger Whitt has a monster under his bed. The creature is imaginary, but that doesn’t make it any less hungry. Or dangerous.

Despite growing up into a respectable young man, Roger has kept the sense of wonder he had as a child. Because of this, he sees what other kids see: monsters hiding in the shadows, under beds, in closets, and around corners. These monsters have gotten stronger as Roger got older, and now they threaten his life.

If Roger can’t keep a handle on his fears and learn to be a monster hunter, his own imagination will swallow him whole.

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A Slimy Hero

My name is Bump. I am a slime.

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Perhaps you aren’t familiar with slimes, or with boarmen, dragons, centaurs, or even blade spiders. Maybe you’ve never seen a monster at all. Lucky you.

But I am a monster. A slime. And yes, it is exactly what it sounds like. I am a blob of goo with two beady eyes. Officially the weakest of all the Beautiful Baron’s monsters. I can splorch my way around, hop from place to place, and dissolve human flesh I come in contact with.

If someone hits a slime, it’ll pretty much just die. Such was my life, from day one. Fragile, but dangerous. Continue reading

The RPG Endgame

I rode out into the open fields of Dodecia on a mule, armed with nothing but a rusty sword, a gray tunic, and some rather comfortable boots.

This is where it all started, I thought. Where I found my first party, rode off to my first quest… all on a mule.

I wanted to recapture that feeling that I had when starting out. That’s why I rode on a mule, instead of my personal dragon. That’s why I left my enchanted mythril armor at home, discarded my legendary Sword of Instant Decapitation. This was how I started. Continue reading

Deeper

“Why be fascinated with outer space?” Gerry was once asked. “It’s mostly empty, impossible to reach, and utterly lifeless! We have unexplored territory right here on earth.”

“Where?” the boy asked.

“The oceans,” his uncle said, smiling. “Nobody knows for sure what is down there.”

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Twenty-five years later, and Gerry was finding out what was down there.

Life. Continue reading

A Stranger on the Longer Road

I’m from the east. I live in a subdivision, in a small city, in the middle of the hill country of the south. I had thought, compared to giants like New York City or even Birmingham, I was in the middle of nowhere.

That changed on my first cross-country road trip. Somewhere in the North American midwest, I had stopped realizing where I was at all. In fact, there was a point where I was on a stretch of road through coarse dry land, and I had been on that single road for four hours without seeing another sign of civilization.

As it stood, I could probably make it another four hours before needing a gas station. I hoped my sedan could make it, and continued onward.

No houses. No cell service. No road signs. Continue reading

A Bottle of Remover

Strange the oddities you can find in the attic of a refurbished home. I was told that the previous owners of my house were eccentric, by five different neighbors, no less, but this was never more evident to me than when I found a bottle in my attic.

“Remover,” the label said.

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Immediately, curiosity filled me. “Why,” I said, “this must be half a label. I cannot tell what it removes, or how to remove it.” Continue reading