Happy new year!
I’ve been enjoying the holidays, working on some audio projects, and playing Persona 5. It’s been a good season, and I’ve kept myself busy.
I’ve also been writing.
Monster In My Closet, the sequel to my quirky novella Monster Under My Bed, is available on Kindle!
I had fun using this story to explore Roger’s family, his relationship to the monsters that surround him, and… well, the monsters themselves. What types of monsters are out there? Which are the most terrifying? What should you do if you find yourself a marked target of these imaginary beings? Continue reading
Hello! I am still alive, still kicking. Just… going through some career reassessment at the moment, and getting back into Tabletop RPGs. It takes up a lot of my time.
But hey, I wrote a silly fantasy snippet from a writing prompt, and I’m in the habit of sharing those, so here you go!
Len tapped his foot on the cold stone floor, fidgeting with his pristine green robes. Two hours. It had been two hours, but still the pale yellow light shone on the circle in front of him. It shouldn’t have taken this long. Perhaps if he’d hired someone better, they could proceed. Continue reading
And now for your semi-monthly update. What have I been doing since throwing Monster Under My Bed out there?
Thus my title.
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. Continue reading
That short story I posted a month or so ago? It’s a full-fledged novella now.
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.
My name is Bump. I am a slime.
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
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
“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.”
Twenty-five years later, and Gerry was finding out what was down there.
Life. Continue reading