My DragonCon Schedule

If you’re at DCon, come on by!

Friday Sept 1: `

11:30 AM Funding Tech Startups – Hilton 208-209

2:30 PM Internet Marketing for Authors: Conquering Social Media – Hilton 208-209

8:30 PM Legal, Litigation & Security Issues of Self Driving Cars – Hilton 208-209

10:00 PM Internet Connected Sex Toys: Privacy, Security and Safety – Hilton 208-209

Saturday September 2:

11:30 PM Future of Sex Tech – Hilton 208 – 209

Monday September 4:

11:30 AM Niche Marketing in eBooks – Hilton 208 – 209

 

My ConCarolinas Schedule!

Hey all,

If you’re in Charlotte, or can’t resist coming to town the first week of June,  come on over to http://www.concarolinas.org/

Here’s my schedule, or as final as they get before the fun starts. And FYI, I’ll be doing an hour long talk on Intellectual Property and protecting your art. Friday at 3:30.

Friday, June 2

3:30pm Legally Protecting Your Art  (Presentation)
6:00pm I, For One, Welcome Our Robot Overlords (Moderator)

11:30pm The Dark Side of the Internet
Saturday, June 3

10:00am Raising the Next Generation of Scientists (Moderator)

1:00pm Colonizing Mars (Moderator)

4:00pm Visiting Our Neighbors
7:00pm The Science of Star Wars
8:00pm Mental Health and Wellness for Creative People (Moderator)

11:30pm Evil Geniuses For a Better Tomorrow
Sunday, June 4

10:30am Hollywood and Science
12:30pm Folklore and Urban Legends (Moderator)
1:30pm How Science Fiction Influences Science Fact

My Ravencon Schedule!

A quick update – my RavenCon schedule this weekend! With updates!

Friday

 

5 pm (Panel) Where Do You Get Your Ideas? / Room G

5 – 7 pm (Private, Optional) Meet and Greet for Guests / Green Room

7 pm (Opening Ceremony) Large Auditorium

8 pm (Panel) Successfully Writing About Horrible Things / Room L

 

Saturday

 

10 am (Panel) Writing Tools: Analog v. Digital / Room G / Moderator

3 pm (Panel) Self-Publishing 2017 / Room G / Moderator

5 pm (Panel) Cleaning Up Your Prose / Room G

6 pm (Panel) Fantasy In the (Modern) City / Room 8

 

Sunday

 

10:25 – 10:50 am (Reading) Room 4

 

Guest Post: Anne Hogue-Boucher

For the last post I get to host this week for Women In Horror Month, let me introduce my friend Spellvira, Anne Hogue-Boucher – Queen of the Macabre on Fun With Torture.

One of my favorite pastimes is torture.

Oh yes, not so much in real life, please, especially not if it’s someone I like or love. No, I like to write about torture, and I adore torturing all of my characters to varying degrees.

Psychological torture is fairly easy for me. I’ve seen it happen in real life, firsthand, in my own past and when working as a supervised therapist at a psychiatric hospital. People in the hospital were tortured trying to get help for Major Depressive Disorder, Schizophrenia, Bipolar I & II, and many other conditions. It did not inspire my writing, but it gave me a glimpse into a person’s world where they were convinced they were being watched, stalked, poisoned, and other horrible things were happening to them.
So giving it a supernatural element and casting it into my own world, the world of Silver Hollow, wasn’t a difficult task. But it was necessary. Writing about characters who may or may not understand they’re enduring the supernatural or otherworldly/inter-dimensional is a way to cope with the actual evils I have seen in my life. It keeps me stable, I suppose.

When I first published Now Entering Silver Hollow, some people were shocked by it because there are some brutal moments where characters are stretched to their psychological limit. One of my favorite characters, in fact, gets put on the literary rack and nearly pulled apart.

Her name is Kathryn Cross, MD. She believes in logic and none of the supernatural nonsense I put in front of her. Of course, encountering these things drives her to the edge of madness. She is ravaged by it, and somehow manages to pull herself together.

But that’s the appeal of psychological torture, isn’t it? At least for me. I’m fascinated by people who can go through the very worst and yet manage to keep going. I’m intrigued by their coping mechanisms (healthy or not), and impressed by the human spirit’s strength to carry on no matter what. The will to survive is at the core of enduring psychological torture. Some of my characters have it, and some don’t.

I think that’s what appeals to fans of psychological horror. It’s not just the thrill of what might happen next to such-and-such a character, it’s thinking about how they would survive such a thing. Perhaps there’s even an element of ‘thank goodness that’s not me’ in there, too. Some also seem to enjoy it for the same reason I do: watching characters survive some of the most maddening and horrible events.

Writing about torture is fun. I’d write about it any day over enduring it myself. I can imagine anyone would, and that’s likely one of the reasons why psychological horror has such a wide appeal.

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Guest Post from C.A. Verstraete: Women Who Kill

Continuing Women in Horror month, I’m happy to host C. A. Verstraete talking about Women Who Kill!


History is full of all kinds of monsters – and some happen to be female
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Human nature and society naturally have us think of women foremost as nurturers, mothers, leaders, consolers, caregivers. Then something goes terribly and horribly awry. They kill.

It’s unthinkable and unimaginable when a woman does such a thing. There’s the spinster Sunday School teacher Lizzie Borden, who supposedly hacked her father and stepmother to death with a hatchet in 1892. Unimaginable, right? The jury seemed to think so, too, (along with the lack of direct evidence linking her to the crime), so they declared her not guilty in the “trial of the century” the following year.

Even worse is the thought of a woman as a serial killer. While most are male, the idea of a woman killing again and again fills us with even more horror. And they’re not just in the past.

There’s crazed Charlie Manson’s drugged-up followers who committed atrocious acts linked with the name “Helter Skelter,” the word scrawled in a victim’s blood on a wall.

There’s the Michigan prostitute who killed seven of her “clients.” There’s the “black widow” who killed for money. Or the nursing home proprietor who killed for the insurance money.

Hormones aside, the idea of a woman turning into that kind of monster is truly frightening. Yet, that is also what makes them fascinating, like a car wreck we can’t turn away from. The truth is that no matter what horror you add to a story, be it zombies, monsters, or other creatures, nothing is as horrible as real life. Monsters can be vanquished, but the human soul has a darkness that often can’t be cleansed.

Admittedly, writing about a killer, any killer, is not for the faint of heart. I’ve seen my share of crime shows on TV, and looked at autopsy photos or read crime reports. Having grown up fascinated with old crimes and Chicago gangsters must’ve taken away my squeamishness early. Something like looking at real life crime scene photos of the Jack the Ripper or Black Dahlia killings, or reading the autopsy reports from the Borden murders never bothered me. Of course, that the crimes are distant in time and all the images are in black-and-white helps. These are crimes of the past and a part of history.

The real fascination is that the crimes remain unsolved. We are drawn to them as we can’t help but hope some clue or link can be found that’s been missed. Writing fiction, you can even solve the crime in a way. With new forensic and other technologies that keep developing, wouldn’t it be amazing to finally solve some of these crimes in real life?

* What real life crime do you find the most fascinating and why?


About Lizzie Borden, Zombie Hunter: Every family has its secrets…  One hot August morning in 1892, Lizzie Borden picked up an axe and murdered her father and stepmother. Newspapers claim she did it for the oldest of reasons: family conflicts, jealousy and greed. But what if her parents were already dead? What if Lizzie slaughtered them because they’d become… zombies?

Website: http://cverstraete.com
blog: http://girlzombieauthors.blogspot.com
Amazon: http://getbook.at/LizzieBordenZombieHunter
Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/hp9rvyd

Guest Post from Lori R. Lopez

Welcome to Women In Horror month!

I’m proud to host Lori R. Lopez today to talk abut

Select Your Weapons Carefully

Lori’s novels are dark or fantastic. Her poems are horrific or witty. Her stories could be anything, except some things. Her artwork is peculiar, brooding, and quirky like her!

I select weapons carefully and strive for accuracy. My story “Cornstalker” in the anthology DEAD HARVEST featured several medieval blades, which were fun to include. A slender axe was named Francesca, the mace called Morning Star. There was a battle-axe mentioned too, with double blades, and a warhammer. But the biggest and most formidable weapon of the story was a Mack Truck hauling a trailer. I had to research how to drive one so I could describe it. I don’t drive, period. I used a variety of things in the title tale for my horror collection ODDS AND ENDS: from glass shards and a chainsaw to the blades of a blender, hatchets and axes, flies and birds, a weed-trimmer . . . It’s a bit twisted.

I also like to use objects that aren’t actual weapons or even considered dangerous. My works usually contain humor, whatever the other genres involved, and you never know what might happen. Playing cards were flung like knives during a scene for “Mindless”, an apocalyptic story published in ODDS AND ENDS. I was thinking about how painful a papercut can be and thought, Why not?

The latest weapon I’ve wielded for writing was an Excalibur replica in a new dark poem, “monsters and men” . . . although the pen is mightier than the sword, as we know. The piece centers on the power of words.

Website: http://www.fairyflyentertainment.com
Amazon: http://amazon.com/author/lorirlopez
GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1455488.Lori_R_Lopez
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lorirlopez

And thanks to W.J. Howard for organizing all of the fun!

Happy Valentines Day, And a Story!

It’s been a while, but it’s not because I haven’t been busy! Couple of big announcements and big projects finally coming to fruition. One of which is also now the launch of the first phase of http://www.thewritermind.com, a website dedicated to the business side of being a creative person. The first posts are up, the latest of which is on tax tips. The podcast and video series starts soon!

In any case, I did this little story for the 2017 Bloody Valentine Horror Event. You should stop by and see all the fun the contributors brought this year.

So here you go!

Consulting Cupid (c) 2017

Valentine’s day. The absolute worst of them all.

Cupid slammed the shot of bourbon down his throat and savored the burn before tapping on the chipped and worn bar for another round.

Maria, the twenty something bartender, leaned over to flash a little extra cleavage as she poured the shot. It was definitely working for a bigger tip, because he knew her type. Tall, dark, and assholeish, not short, fat, and a royal bastard like him. Her live-in boyfriend Jeff was exactly her type, and at that moment he was out with Maria’s best friend and they’d skipped the romantic dinner at the two for twenty special at the Italian joint and went straight for dessert at her place.

That was one of the joys of being a love god was seeing all of the love, lust, and deviant behavior in the human heart.

Maria was working him to buy a couple of shots for each of them when she stiffened and walked to the far end of the bar and started washing glasses.

The woman that sidled herself up next to Cupid was long and lean with curves in all of the right places, no matter who you were. Well, anyone but him.

“Hello Mother.” He tipped the last drops out of the shot glass, knowing Maria wasn’t coming back his way any time soon. “Care for a drink?”

Venus ran her long fingers through Cupid’s thinning hair. “My son, why are you in this dive? You should be out working overtime tonight. It is your day after all.”

“Not any longer.” He picked up the empty glass and wiggled it in the air, with a faint hope that went unfulfilled. “Cheap cards, cheap candy, and internet dating. Even if I fix two of them up, they’re just staring at their phones.”

“So cynical, my darling. How ever did you get this way?”

“Really Mother?”

David, the college kid that worked in the kitchen and had a major crush on Maria appeared across from Venus with a glass of wine. “On the house, ma’am.”

She traced his cheek with the edge of her nail. Cupid could almost see him having an orgasm right there. “How sweet of you.”

Cupid tapped the shot glass on the bar. “How ‘bout a little service?”

The kid couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he walked back into the kitchen. In a far off voice, “Sorry, I don’t work the bar.”

“Thanks Mother.”

“You don’t need another drink.” She took a single sip from the glass. “And you really shouldn’t start fights between couples just to take a box of chocolate. I saw you take the Deluxe Whitman Sampler from that couple. You could have at least gone for someone with Godiva.”

“What. Do. You. Want. Mother.”

She flashed a smile that would melt any human being and most gods. “Since you have nothing better to do tonight, I need a little favor from my favorite son.”

“There’s a particular Senator who’s not paying attention to something I want, and I need to make sure he stops being a roadblock.” She slipped a picture in front of him with a few notes on the back and kissed him on the cheek. “See what you can do. And if you hurry, you can still get some real work done before the night is out.”

Cupid didn’t need to watch her leave to know when she was out the door. Maria was filling his glass before he could pick it up again. “Who was that?” Even the bartender was a breathy. Venus had that effect at times.

Cupid stared at the glass, and downed it with regret. It might be his last of the night. “Business associate. Have to go to work.” He sprinkled a little magic dust in the air.

Maria smiled, “Don’t work too hard, and hurry back.”

 

~~^~~

 

The afternoon air was crisp as Cupid left the bar. At least he could take a hit off the cheap Churchill cigar. The picture was of Senator Bogsworth from one of the Midwestern farming states. Just proposed a bill making it illegal to hold hands outside of marriage, and had a rider about a virginity test before you could apply for the certificate. Four kids and number five on the way.

And he had a thing going with his barely legal newest Aide, the son of a preacher from his district. A kid named Bobby. There was some more scribble on the back, but had what he needed. Cupid worked a little mojo, and it took only a minute to find the Senator in his mind. It would take longer to get a cab than walk to the few blocks in front of him.

As is often to happen, Cupid sensed some carnal activities in a car parked in the alleyway next to the bar. It was something even he couldn’t resist. He pried a little into their minds, and lo and behold, it was none other than Jeff getting a little quickie from Maria’s bestie Ibbie. They decided to surprise her for VDay.

Cupid could sense Ibbie wasn’t all that into Jeff, but they were both bored. Cupid drew a couple of darts from his trench-coat pocket and tossed them through the window.

He was huffing from the walk and the jolt he got from being a voyeur when he spotted Bogsworth on the Capital steps surrounded by his wife, adoring brats all dressed like little adults, a dozen other politicians, pundits, staffers, and a whole lot of press.

It looked like the crowd was still gathering. It was about half rabid supporters and half protestors. And more media than all of them combined.

Cupid cracked his neck, and uttered, “Let’s make a little love. Do a little dance. Get down tonight.” He did a little shake that sent his whole body jiggling jiggling. It was a great trick when he did stints as a mall Santa, but right now, it just made him invisible.

A golden bow appeared in his hand, and a quiver full of arrows on his back. And there was the perfect perch on top of a news truck.

Bogsworth was prattling on by the time Cupid was comfortable. “It is with great regret, that I must admit defeat with the Bogsworth-Gerd True Love Only bill, and the Purity In Pants legislation….”

Cupid stifled a snort. The only thing pure on those steps was the bullshit. And maybe the kids.

And that’s when he spotted her. Standing amidst the throng of smiling supporters. Wearing a pantsuit so conservative the fifties didn’t want it back, and every one of her pearly whites aglow.

Mother.

“With the dee-cline of civilization, proven by my morality bill being struck down in this den of thieves and sinners, I have decided I shall, nay, I must run for President of these here United States.” Bogsworth grabbed the hand of his wife who looked like she could pop number five out on the steps and be ready for the campaign trail.

“Enough of this bullshit.” Cupid straightened his form and drew a golden tipped arrow. One with a little extra sparkle. And let it fly straight into Bobby’s heart.

The second one slammed straight into Bogsworth’s puffed chest.

“I love you,” Bobby shouted as he stripped off his shirt, and broke ranks to run at Bogsworth. A Capitol Policeman tazered him three steps from the bewildered Senator.

Stunned, Bogsworth jumped down and took the kid in his arms and started unnecessary mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. With tongue.

Bogsworth’s wife shouted and started beating on him with her purse. “Let’s give her a little more incentive.” The next arrow that flew was a little lead tip that just sent her into a fury.

Well, he thought. Mother did want me to spread the love. Faster than a human eye could have seen, if they were able to see the enchanted love bolts, golden arrows flew in a shower, with a healthy dose of lead tipped ones to create the right level of angst. Mother really did need a little of lovin’ on Valentines Day, so he made sure she had a lot of interested parties.

A little blue-haired lady wearing a Bogsworth’s my man button hugged a kid in a Free Love t-shirt waving a nonsensical sign. Cupid caught an image in his mind of her days in Haight-Ashbury.

Another kid took off his “Free the Whales” T-Shirt and dropped his “Let me Pee Where I Be” sign, and approached his congressman about getting a job in his office. Unfortunately for him at that moment, that congressman was rubbing Mother’s feet and trying to work his way up.

The anchor of the CAN DO network disappeared into a news van with the lead political reporter from HenHouse News. Both of their cameramen taped it and gave it the MST3K treatment. The rocking, however brief, almost knocked Cupid off his perch.

“Little Willie is Free.” Shouted freshman Senator William McBane, the future hope of the conservatives for president. He’d stripped down and was streaking until he found the “Free the Whales shirt.

Speaker of the House Dan Cullen crossed party lines and left hand in hand with Minority Whip Angela Primm, who dropped her briefcase on the sidewalk and pulled the pin out of her bun.

With the cork removed from the pile of angry and repressed humans, Cupid puffed on his cigar and grinned while he watched a breakdown of party lines like no one had seen since the orgy after Julius Caesar’s assassination. While this was nowhere as nearly as lurid, you can only do so much in one day. Sometimes you just have to give people permission to be themselves.

Sometimes Cupid surprised even himself.

 

 

 

~~^~~

 

The news was nothing but the mayhem at the Capital. There was more blurry dots everywhere from half naked people. By the time it was over, they had a full blown 60’s style love-in going on the Capitol steps.

And Ms. Bogsworth did pop out number five with the help of a Capitol Cop.

Cupid couldn’t stop smiling as Maria poured him another shot of bourbon. Cupid was so proud of himself, he didn’t even pay attention when Maria didn’t flash a little bra. He hadn’t had that much fun in years, so he really didn’t care.

Until his godly powers and the tear streaks in her makeup told him something was askew. He even felt a small spark of compassion. “What’s wrong?”

“My boyfriend is an ass. Ex-boyfriend. I caught him out back fighting with my best friend. Ex best friend. Seems they’ve been sleeping together, and she got a conscience while they were out behind the bar. I went out to break up a fight and caught them. Told them both to get out.” She filled her own shot glass and gave him another hit.

Cupid took both glasses and the bottle from her, filling them both. He put a little extra mojo into her drink, and slid it over. “I’m sure true love will win out kid.”

Maria downed the shot, and perked up a little. “Why are you so cheery? Job go well?”

Cupid looked at the TV. “You could say that.”

The door to the bar crashed open.

Cupid turned to look. Venus’ long blonde hair ran in every direction. The coat to her little suit was gone, and one heel was broken. She hobbled in and sat at the bar.

“What in Hades do you think you were doing?”

Maria bumped into David triggering a few sparks as she rushed into the kitchen and away from the yelling.

“You asked for me to mess up their little game, so I did.”

She took the shot glass of bourbon and downed it. “Did you even read what I wrote on theth, boy toy, make a mess.” Cupid stared at the empty glass. “The usual.”

“You moron.” She shrieked. “You were supposed to break up the Senator and his boy toy. Not get them together publicly.”

“Huh.” He pulled the picture out of his pocket. Right there, make sure the Senator went back to his wife and Bobby was to find a nice little girlfriend. “One problem Mother.”

“This had better be good for the mess you made.”

“That’s not where their hearts were.” Cupid took the bottle off the bar and filled the glass before sliding it to Venus. “Who am I to break up true love?”

“I should have known.” Venus scowled and downed the shot. “Sending the three most powerful people in congress to lap at my feet was a nice touch, even if they’ll never look me in the face again.”

“Nothing they didn’t already want to do for you mother. You know the rules. I can’t mess with their free will.” Cupid patted her on the cheek.  “Always lovely seeing you Mother.”

Venus removed her shoes, ran her fingers through her hair, and stood up. “You too, son.” She kissed him on top of the head and stumbled outside.

David walked down to where Cupid sat. “Everything okay down here?”

“It’s fine.” Cupid tapped the glass.

David poured the shot. “She get caught in the mess up the street?”

“Something like that.” Cupid reached into his trenchcoat pocket and pulled out a dozen roses and a box of handmade truffles from the local chocolatier.  He slid them over the bar, and poked him with a golden arrow. “I think you’ll need these.”

David held the flowers and chocolate in his hands, and a little glow in his eyes. “What do I say?”

“Whatever’s in your heart kid.” Cupid dropped several hundred dollar bills on the bar. “I’ve got work to do. You two go and have a Happy Valentine’s Day.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Start to the Holidays

Hello all,

NANOWRIMO is wrapping up, and I missed my content goals on some new work by… well… Anyway.

The good news is I did do a few events, get to meet and hang out with some fun people at the Internet Summit 2016 and Big Fandom Greenville, and started recording the new podcast.

And I got a lot of editing done.

Anyway, Melissa was nice enough to let me do a guest post over at the Enchanted Alley. Check it out! https://enchantedalley.com/2016/11/26/guest-post-jim-mcdonald/

Happy Halloween 2016!

 

As with my other Halloween posts this year, I’m addressing our fears.

And bad rhyming.

And I am issuing a challenge.

I challenge you to confront your fear by doing something creative every day. For many people, the idea of creating something, and then telling the world we’ve done it can be almost as terrifying as public speaking.

No matter what you create, do it first for yourself.

For you writers, NANOWRIMO starts tomorrow, November 1st.

If you are not aware, #NANOWRIMO month is dedicated to the idea of writing a novel in the month of November. A good target is 50,000 words for the 30 days.

That’s just 1667 words a day!

Admittedly, I have mixed emotions about it. It’s easy to think that December 1 you are cranking out cover letters and sending off your newly minted gem to publishers, and just waiting for the contracts and film rights to roll in. (Gentle pat on the head.)

You have a first draft. It’s crap. It might be worth having reviewed, doing developmental editing, and seeing if there’s a real story there. But it’s going to need work.

But here is what else you have.

You have accomplished your mission. You have created something.

Not only that, but you now have some skills and habits, even if a few are bad ones. And you have developed a little discipline. All of this is valuable.

And December 1? Do it again. Start something new.

And if you failed just like your diet on January 2nd? Do you curl up and quit?

No.

Yes, you have a goal of 1667 words a day. Some days will be great. Some days will suck. Some days will be Black Friday. Just because you miss your goal for the day isn’t reason to lose your mind, it’s just motivation to pick up the next day. You’re competing against a deadline, it’s true. But there isn’t a publisher’s contract at the other end.

So no, it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be. But few worthwhile things in life are.

So tonight, have a Happy Halloween.

And tomorrow, try something else that scares you. Create.

I’m honored to be able to contribute to the newly released :

We Are Not This: Carolina Writers for Equality anthology

Now available on Amazon from Falstaff Books: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M5FVA7A

Featuring stories from  A.J Hartley, John Hartness, Jay Requard, David Childers, Edmund Schubert, Stuart Jaffe, Tamsin SilverNicole Kurtz, Joanne Spataro, Natania Barron, Faith Naff, Theresa Glover, Calandra Usher, Edmund Schubert, Teresa Frohock, Jake Bible, Tamsin Silver, Caryn Studham Sutorus, Trevor Curtis, and many more!

Proceeds from this anthology go to support Time Out Youth, Queen City Theatre Company, and Equality NC.

The #HoldOnToTheLight campaign is ongoing.

I’ve been honored to contribute  with over a hundred other authors writing about #MentalHealth, #PTSD, and #Depression. Please check out the web page.

And finally,

Check out more of our authors in this year’s October Frights Blog Tour! Now that book 3 is out, and Spirits of the Season and Gnomebody’s business are in paperback, some lucky person on my mailing list will will a full autographed set. Sign up today!

To celebrate, my Halloween story, “Spirits of the Season” will be free the entire month of October here! Use code Oct2016.

A Longbow Initiative Story
A Longbow Initiative Story

Even more, use code Scare2016 and get a 25% discount on everything!

And check out more of my fellow authors in this year’s tour!

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Happy Halloween Weekend!

I have a #Halloween guest post today over at: http://afstewartblog.blogspot.ca/2016/10/halloween-week-killer-clowns.html

I’m honored to be able to contribute to the newly released :

We Are Not This: Carolina Writers for Equality anthology

Now available on Amazon from Falstaff Books: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M5FVA7A

Featuring stories from  A.J Hartley, John Hartness, Jay Requard, David Childers, Edmund Schubert, Stuart Jaffe, Tamsin SilverNicole Kurtz, Joanne Spataro, Natania Barron, Faith Naff, Theresa Glover, Calandra Usher, Edmund Schubert, Teresa Frohock, Jake Bible, Tamsin Silver, Caryn Studham Sutorus, Trevor Curtis, and many more!

Proceeds from this anthology go to support Time Out Youth, Queen City Theatre Company, and Equality NC.

The #HoldOnToTheLight campaign is ongoing.

I’ve been honored to contribute  with over a hundred other authors writing about #MentalHealth, #PTSD, and #Depression. Please check out the web page.

And finally,

Check out more of our authors in this year’s October Frights Blog Tour! Now that book 3 is out, and Spirits of the Season and Gnomebody’s business are in paperback, some lucky person on my mailing list will will a full autographed set. Sign up today!

To celebrate, my Halloween story, “Spirits of the Season” will be free the entire month of October here! Use code Oct2016.

A Longbow Initiative Story
A Longbow Initiative Story

Even more, use code Scare2016 and get a 25% discount on everything!

 

And check out more of my fellow authors in this year’s tour!

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