The Six Hundred and Forty-eighth Post: The One Where I Stress Out The GPS!

Remember when I said that I wanted to set my next horror novel in the Ottoman Empire’s front lines?

Get in loser. We’re going to the Western Front.

Well, you see – the thing about horror that I have to pay attention to is the Other. The whole thing about the Other (an Ottoman soldier) surviving the horrors of war is by eating the flesh of the wounded and the dead is that it has to be something specific to him. If he’s among other Ottoman soldiers, then there’s a chance that the knowledge could be passed on to others. It kinda loses its punch. But if our Ottoman soldier is in the Western Front – there’s a lot more I can do with that.

Good thing I didn’t buy a lot of books about the Ottoman Empire, then?

When does it stop being a tax write-off and start becoming a problem?

I can see both sides of the argument. Making the German the Other in this story would make us a little more sympathetic to him (well, as sympathetic as we can get for a Hun) and his circumstances, especially if he’s put into a place where he can’t leave readily. Historically, there were Germans who served in the Ottoman Front, mostly as intelligence and training artillery. Whatever happens in this story, I want the historical aspects of it to be spot on.

However, having the Ottoman serving in the Western Front, which happened, can really key into our xenophobia, making the Ottoman the Other (The Other being a staple in horror) in more than one way. I’m still in the plotting stages of this novel, which I am not going to get to until year after next. Tyro is still the priority for 2026.

I am still outlining Tyro’s novel. I’m a third of the way through – Chapter 16 for those of you keen on numbers. I’m thinking this is going to have thirty-five to forty chapters at this rate. I’m slowing down a little because I am moving out of the chapters I have written in my head and moving into uncharted territory. It’s still fun for me, but I need to really buckle down and go when I am at the desk.

Well, the year is winding down for me. I am looking forward to taking a small break during Christmas – horror movies and hamburgers being a long tradition for me. If you have any suggestions for me, please put them in the comments below. I’m looking for some recent movies that I might have missed in the theaters. I’m thinking about watching Misery again. It’s such a classic horror movie. RIP Rob Reiner.

Well, that’s all for now. Just trying to settle on a spot for the novel and get the appropriate books bought and scoured through. I might stick with the Western Front because there seems to be a lot more information about it than the Ottoman Front. We will see.

Ta-ta for now.

The Six Hundred and Forty-Seventh Post: The One Where I Chat About The Time My Character Hijacked My Outline…

That’s right. You read it here. Tyro — the main character for my project going into next year — hijacked the outlining process of her novel. Is this a symptom of schizophrenia? Let’s find out.

I was outlining a scene where one of the other characters is drawing a magic circle to return back to where their Master was waiting to get the second in a long line of McGuffin’s that may or may not be crucial (I honestly don’t know). I didn’t stop to think ‘what should happen now?’ like I usually do. Pen was firmly planted on paper and butt was firmly in seat when the amazing happened: Tyro did her own thing.

That thing she did was snatch the chalk out of the other servant’s hand and start drawing her own magic circle. I’d been describing how she had been collecting magical glyphs here and there earlier. She thought she had enough to get away from wherever their Master was holed up to somewhere that wasn’t there. As I continued to write the aftermath of this scene — Tyro getting roughed up by another servant and ending up going on her own, I asked myself: What just happened?

I always talk about my characters as if they were alive in my head. If I had to describe the acting of writing for me — it’s me watching what my characters do, then writing the after-action report. This was a little unnerving to say the least, but it ended up being good. I got to introduce a couple of new things that I wasn’t going to involve until later, and I have explored a little more of the dynamic among the ushabit. All in all, this was fortuitous.

But it’s weird. It’s like that moment in Baldur’s Gate 3 where one of the characters breaks the fourth wall and asks how we’re doing. I didn’t stop, I didn’t plan on it, obviously. It just happened. I had a different scene in mind, with Tyro looking in at a family and her memories pointing out that this is what they want, and one of them makes the offer to help her get away in exchange for that family situation. Well, that scene isn’t going to happen now. I don’t know if it is going to at all now. I might have to save it for later.

I want to ask you, the audience and especially of you’re a writer like me — have you ever had moments like this? Moments where the characters do something and you’re left standing there confused and shouting “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!”

Well — in spite of what happened, I am continuing on with the outline. What’s going on next? Don’t know. Can’t wait to see. Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are looking forward to Christmas. For me — it’s donuts for breakfast, horror films and hamburgers! Ta-ta for now!

Th Six Hundred and Forty-Seventh Post: The One Where I Head For The Trenches!

I am a glutton for punishment. Not only am I tossing aside Tribal for the time being, but I have an idea for a World War One horror novel that’s starting to get under my skin like a blood starved chigger. My first problem was which side the protagonist would fight on? The second problem was where? I did a little market research and found out to my surprise – there are few horror novels that take place during World War One. This really surprised me. I figured that World War One would be a popular idea.

Also — the perfect cover photo is public domain.

Think about it – the beginning what would be called total war. The filth. The disease. The tactics of the 18th century running pell-mell into the mechanization of the 20th century. The idea of attrition as a strategy. So many horrors in fact, and then we throw on top of that the supernatural elements. Zombies wandering the no-man’s lands, foam from a chemical attack drying on their chins. A centuries old vampire – caught up in the fervor of the war in the early days and looking for easy conquests – gets cut down by these new-fangled machine guns and is more wounded by the horrors around him. Why aren’t their more novels from this era?

This stirred my resolve to write this book, but I wanted to make my mark – so I did more market research. There are a lot of fictional books (relatively speaking) about the Western Front, but nothing about the Ottoman front. Now I had a place, and working backwards I had the nationality of my protagonist – he’s German. I wanted to take it to the Western Front, but the idea – a real, live flesh-eating ghoul in the trenches – didn’t really work because there were so painfully few Ottoman soldiers in the West. They were mostly pilots and “carry the flag” types. So, I picked the Ottoman front, which turned out to be a good choice for me.

The book started writing itself. So, I am going into research mode when I have some free time (HA! HA-HA!). As it turned out there is also not a lot of non-fiction about the war front. One book is $133 – and it happens to be the best-looking source. A Hundred and Thirty-Three Dollars! Are you kidding me? Am I going to pay it? If you don’t know the answer to that, then I’m afraid we can’t be friends.

So, that’s where I am at. Planning another novel, on top of outlining one and working on another one while promising to finish another one. Such is my crazy life. Well – that’s all for now, I should get to work on something. Ta-ta for now.

The Six Hundred and Forty-sixth Post: The One Where I Hear That Familiar Sound…

That whooshing sound is coming, but I am not worried about it. I’m just going to relegate Tribal to a weekend project after I’ve done my words for Unbroken, or maybe a Sunday only project. I did pay for the cover, so I should do something. I’m also getting a cover done for The Agonizing Alibi Day, so look for that in the New Year.

It’s hard to believe that the year is almost over. Where did it go? I can remember when a year seemed to never end. Now, I blink and half the year goes by. Is this what getting old is like, I don’t like it. I want to have a longer autumn.

The Christmas season has started, so I get to do some Christmas shopping. You should be, too – and what would be a better gift than any of my books? Comedy, horror and fantasy-romance is well represented in what I have written. Grab then now!

And we leave the shilling behind. It’s something that I am neither proficient at, nor really feel good about doing. I know that I must sell myself since I am an indie author, but…I’m the stereotypical quiet wallflower writer. I don’t feel comfortable trying to sell things. If I could, I would be selling cars or houses. A note to any indie authors that might be reading this – drop me a line and tell me how you manage to get the word out, especially if you’re an introvert like me.

Given that I am writing fantasy for the next year, don’t think I am abandoning horror. I’ve got an idea for a World War I novel, but I’m afraid that I am re-treading well-worn ground by me again. I can’t seem to keep away from the whole notion of cannibalism and mayhem. Valentina’s Feast has it. Serve Me Now has it. Tribal has it. I think I am becoming a one very, very gory trick pony. I don’t want to do vampires because I have a novel idea that uses vampires. I think I’ll get these novels out of me and take a break from cannibalism for a while.

Well – I am looking forward to 2026. Seriously continuing Unbroken, outlining several other books and trying to get more books sold. Wish me luck for this year and the next! Ta-ta for now!

The Six Hundred and Forty-fifth Post: The One Where I Express a Possibly Unpopular Opinion!

I’m going to say this statement and let the comments rain down from Heaven: Horror films aren’t scaring me anymore.

Before you point out the obvious two films that come up in this conversation – yes, I’ve seen Weapons and I’ve seen Sinners. I’m not saying they’re bad films. They’re great films, but they’re not horror films in my eyes. The last film that scared me – I mean made me afraid to close my eyes – was The Ring, and that’s a film that I watch during my Christmas Horror Movie Marathon.

Is this going to void my warranty?

I don’t know if I am getting cynical in my old age, but movies now are getting ridiculously over-hyped. Yes, I grew up in the Eighties during the height of the slasher genre, and I loved the blood, guts and gore of it all. Now, my tastes are more to the pondering sort. A good horror movie for me now promotes thought. I liked The Substance, even if I’m not a huge fan of body horror.

I also think the trailers have more to do with it. Trailers now show you everything but what was on the Craft Services table. That and YouTube will show videos like this. It’s getting harder and harder for me to come into a movie without knowing anything about it ahead of time. Honestly – you could take two or three trailers for a film, cut them up and have the whole film there in front of you.

Speaking of horror: Tribal is coming along. I like the new twist I put in, and I might work a little more on it today. I also think I’ve got a decent way to end it, so I’ve got that going for me. I’m also working on the outline for Unbroken. I’m liking the idea of taking a situation and saying to myself ‘what’s the worst thing that can happen right now?’ and seeing the characters react to the results. This is taking the book in directions I didn’t really think about, but it’s not wandering away from the grand plan I have in my head.

That’s all I got for now. What’s your take on my horror movie opinion? I’ve love to read it in the comments. Ta-ta for now!

The Six Hundred and Forty-Fourth Post: The One Where I Disregard Good Advice

For the most part, I’ve followed the advice of W.C. Fields when it comes to working with kids and animals when I write. I don’t count werewolves as animals because for the most part, they’re still human. A technicality, but one I am going to cling to for all I have.

Father of the Year!

Of course, I had to break this rule when writing Tribal in that the main character has to make another werewolf for the pack he’s gotten himself tangled up in. Lycanthropy is transmitted by bite in this book, and Edgar is told up front he needs to bite someone.

So, he bites a young man because that’s what you do, among other horrible things. I really didn’t have this in my original outline, but I had no idea how to get along with the story. When in doubt, think of what’s the most likely outcome to cause chaos and go with it. I don’t think it’s one of Pixar’s rules for writing, but it works.

I also have the feeling that Tribal may not get finished by the end of the year, and I am okay with that. I can still fiddle around with it when Unbroken is at a standstill. Since I haven’t finished the outline to that yet, that is almost a certainty. I probably should work on it tonight, rather than paint minis. I can do minis later in the week, or next week when I have more days off.

On a lark, I got myself a dip pen. It’s neat to write with it. The ink flows very nicely, it’s smooth – not a smooth as my best fountain pen – but it’s neat. I recommend getting a dip pen and writing with it for your journal or notes. Obviously, it’s not for every day, common use. It’s good for me because the pen writes much drier than my fountain pens, and I have a problem with smearing because I write with my left hand. There are problematic notebooks that I like to use, but smearing is prevalent unless I use a particular brand of ink, which really limits my color choices.

Yes, I am one of those weird people that write in different colors. I’m not organized about a lot of things, but my writing and my notes are a different matter.

I did manage to see Netflix’s Frankenstein, and it is well worth the viewing. It follows the book very closely and has some very good performances in it. If you have the chance, I would see it. There are a couple of jump scares, but all in all it’s a rather interesting metaphor on hubris and childhood.

That’s all for now – living this exciting life and all. I need to go get to some laundry and finish putting Tyro through her paces. Ta-ta for now!

The Six Hundred and Forty-Second Post: The One Where I Boil Everything Down to a Five Second Sentence!

Is it a new idea if my elevator pitch is a list of movies? I mean, the elevator pitch for my werewolf novel is: The Howling meets the MAGA crowd. I got an idea for a haunted house story, but it’s really nothing more than The Sixth Sense stays home. I was really excited about that idea, not because it was a haunted house story and that’s a horror trope I can check off my list, but because it wasn’t about the house, it was about confronting past traumas and working through them. The story is not about the living, it’s about the dead and what they’re stuck in.

Now, I don’t know. I’m haven’t completely talked myself out of this idea, but I think I should definitely turn it over more in my head. I just want to get that one topic done. Everyone else has written haunted house stories. One of the more terrifying stories I’ve read is a haunted house story (The Haunting of Hill House). I want to write one of those. I think I’m finding my creative groove as a horror writer, but I still love fantasy. I’ve even managed to incorporate elements of horror in the fantasy epic I’m guiltily working on right now. I can occupy more than one genre, right? That’s not a marketing problem?

I promise, I have not forgotten about Tribal. Just worked on a little bit of it today. Edgar’s got to make some hard choices, and I am not helping him. Hee-hee-hee.

I’m on vacation this week, so I am writing this a bit early. I am going to watch the movie Weapons at some point, and I will report back to you about it. I am also going to watch the one film that still scares me after all these years: Something Wicked This Way Comes. That movie is a foundational film for me. You could say it was my first horror film, and it’s the blueprint I try to follow when I write. I probably should read the book at some point. Since I have a few days off, I think I am going to just sit down and read for the whole day. I haven’t taken a day off like that in a while. If anyone has a recommendation for a book – horror or fantasy – feel free to leave me a note.

Well, the leaves are turning and the air is getting crisp. My favorite season is here and I am reveling in the moment. I got a new hoodie from my wife and it’s like a snuggly little hug.

The Snuggle Is Real…

I’m not putting away the Hawaiian shirts, but I am looking for similarly colored shirts in long sleeves. I’m now drinking coffee for power and warmth. Life is good.

That’s all for you – I have laundry to wrangle. Have a good day!

The Six Hundred and Forty-first Post: The One Where I Beg Forgiveness…

I must confess: I started Unbroken. I know I swore up and down that I was going to finish Tribal before starting the next big project, but the next big scene in Tribal wasn’t coming together like I wanted it to, and I had to do something…so I wrote the whole first chapter in a single day. Over five thousand words on a Saturday. Impressive, I know.

So here’s what I am going to do. Monday to Friday, it’s going to be bullying through Tribal. I am feeling better about it now because I got the cover art today from my artist. Saturday, I will work on Unbroken somehow – either expand more on the outline or write a chapter. On January 1st of the New Year, I am switching over to only Unbroken, as I agreed.

Here’s the cover mock-up for Tribal. Let me know what you think.

I’ve also been indulging myself with watching Goulet Pens videos on YouTube. I love fountain pens and inks, so this is like a trip through the candy store for me. Seriously – I own several high-end fountain pens and I have my eyes on some others that I am going to have to save up for. Hopefully, I’ll get some cash together and get this beauty to use to scrawl notes in my manuscripts. As I tell my wife: ignore the price, look at the pretty pen.

Back to Tribal – I’ve come up with a new set of scenes to make things far more difficult for the main character than they have a right to be. On top of discovering what silver does to werewolves, and earning the disdain of the pack leader Jimmy, the main character now has the unenviable job of trying to infect someone into the pack. It’s a wrinkle I came up with while driving, because I wanted to try to continue the story along a little longer and wanted to continue the metaphor of werewolves and political cults.

Cults thrive on getting new people. In this story, werewolves infect other people through bites. So, our poor suffering main character has been told by the leader of the pack to bring in someone else. There’s a major conflict here – the main character sees this as a way of getting back into pack leader’s Jimmy’s good graces, but it also means spreading the curse. What’s he going to do? What’s more important to him? Getting out from under Jimmy’s thumb, or getting back on his good side and condemning an innocent person to being a slavering werewolf? Who knows? I certainly don’t because I haven’t gotten there yet. I can’t wait to find out. I’ve gotten off the outline I’ve kept in my head. This is why I’ve taken to writing down the outlines and trying to finish them before I start writing.

Is there anything else? Not really. Still trying to wean myself off of TV in favor for reading, so I joined Book of the Month. I just really need to find the time to read. Maybe I should stop watching fountain pen porn videos on YouTube.

The Six Hundred and Fortieth Post: The One Where I Just Want It Out!

I’m starting to hate Tribal. I’ve been told that pregnant women close to the end of the third trimester just want the baby out and done. I don’t know, I’ve never been pregnant. I do however empathize with those women. I want Tribal to be done so I can move on to the next book. A new idea popped into my head, and I think it might help me tie the book together in the end – which we all know I have problems with.

I’ve also restarted the Kyklos Saga – a cringeworthy name – and I am thinking that I am going to dip my toes into progression fantasy, since it seems to be still popular. Progression fantasy is a genre that tracks the advancement of a character, watching them become stronger and more capable book after book. The series I’m writing fits this nicely. It also has cute bunny people. Can’t go wrong with that. I’ve started outlining that when I’m not outlining Tyro’s series.

At least when the New Year begins, I can go to Tyro – speaking of her — and maybe that will get me back into it. Lately, I’ve been avoiding writing (*gasp*) anything on Tribal for the reasons outlined above. Is this common? Do other writers get to the point where they’re just done with the characters and want to shove the whole kit-and-kaboodle off a cliff? If I didn’t have this deadline, I would actually set it aside and work on something else long term, but I’ve got to have something published for this year and The Show Must Go On is not ready for that yet.

Might as well bear down and try to get it finished before December. I am going to take a break from it while I work out how this new idea is going to lead to the end.

Other than that – everything is going well. I’ve taken up light jogging and I feel a little better for it. With the weather turning away from summer, I am ready for the crisp fall air, soup for dinner and the crunch of leaves underfoot. I love fall.

Well – ta-ta for now. I should get back to work on something.