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Friday, June 16, 2017

Every Kingdom Divided Review

I have met, befriended, and read several authors that I hadn’t discovered over the past year.
One of my favorites is definitely Stephen Kozeniewski, author of such novels as The Ghoul Archipelago, Braineater Jones, Hunter of the Dead, and Billy and the Cloneasaurus.
After meeting him I immediately knew that I had to pick up something of his work to dive into and sate my never ending love affair with the written word. After reviewing his bibliography I decided on Every Kingdom Divided a dystopian thriller depicting a 2nd American Civil War between the Red (Primarily the South and Midwest) and Blue (Pacific and Northeast Coast) states with political moderates called Whites stuck in between.
I know what you’re thinking “Wile you’re a horror novelist and love reading the same, why are you taking the time to read something like this?”
First of all, yes I love reading horror and writing the same but it doesn’t mean I haven’t aspired to write dystopian fiction akin to Mad Max or Waterworld, so if an author I respect writes dystopian fiction you know I will be reading it.
Second of all: I read this around election time and I felt like I was reading a possible window into the future.
A window that is heavily tinted with unending amounts of satire.
The novel revolves around Jack a doctor from Blue California who must travel across the entire mainland US in search of his fiancé who is a soldier in the Blue Army on the other side of the Divided States.
At least that is the adventure he claims to have undertook as he is interrogated by a Blue Commander under siege from approaching Red forces who wishes to execute him as a potential Red spy.
Jack’s story carries lingering hints of Homer’s the Odyssey if it was ground up in a blender, painted red, white, and blue, then bathed in a fresh dose of Americana. Jack’s trials continue to escalate and that’s when you see the true beauty of the novel and its point: extremism of any type is bad.
From Mexican armies attempting to reclaim former land, Mormon religious police enforcing strict morality codes, Red dogmatic conservatism, Blue hedonistic liberalism, and White shoot everything that moves because we’re the minority in the political structure.
An odd mix of Judge Dredd, Mad Max, and the tv series Jericho all wrapped up in a neat and nice package that shows an understanding of some of the flaws of our still united country and what we could possibly become if we allow ourselves to be divided rather than participate in the conversation understanding that some people believe in different things than we do… and that isn’t a bad thing.
I will admit that the ending felt kind of rushed but doesn’t detract from the novel at all and brings a resolution that I hesitantly hope will lead to a sequel.
A wonderful read that I would recommend to anyone who isn’t particularly hardcore about their politics and a great entryway to Mr. Kozeniewski’s work.

Sidenote: I live in Oklahoma and making Lawton the capitol of a totalitarian bible thumping regime was spot on brilliance. 

Friday, May 5, 2017

Stokercon Recap


I’m new to the writing convention scene, that much is for sure.  I attended my first convention last year around this time-----World Horror Convention in Provo, Utah. As most of you who follow me on my Facebook, Blog, Twitter, and by the occasional smoke signals I send, know I attended Stokercon 2017 on the illustrious Queen Mary in Long Beach, California this past week and I feel it is time for a recap.’

If you don’t follow me on Facebook, Blog, Twitter and such, then shame on you but I’m willing to forgive for I am generous and wish for followers and support!

Writing careers can’t happen without readers after all.

So where was I… oh yes…

I arrived in Los Angeles and stepped out of LAX into a place that smelled vaguely of burned rubber.  Now, I’ve been to San Francisco and I loved it, thought it was extremely nice in fact.

Los Angeles was a different monster entirely.

As we drove through the crowded traffic, cloying air, and smog that obscured the mountain ranges that surround the city, I briefly wondered if I had left my world behind for something out of a less rain soaked Blade Runner or that huge slum from Elysium.

These feelings disappeared as I reached the Queen Mary---a huge ship that looked like the Titanic ---straight out of 1912 and right into Long Beach.  It was massive, it was retro, and it was going to be my home for the next few days.

I registered and checked into my room.  It was a suite and I felt like Kevin on Home Alone 2 as I saw that extremely comfortable looking bed and thought:  “Wow a huge king size bed just for me.”

That room was also haunted.

Turns out the Queen Mary is renowned for its ghost sightings.   My room had some strange things happen while I was there but if you want those stories, you’re going to have to ask me in person.

I dropped off my things and refreshed myself after the long flights before venturing out to explore.

I immediately reunited with my good friend and mentor Linda Addison who was staying in the same floor as me.   I hadn’t seen her since last July and it made my heart leap for joy to be hanging out with her again.

The deck that contained most of the promenades, restaurants, and conference rooms was one floor above where my room was and several publishers were out in force hawking their wares… so, so, so many books.

I bit into that hook line and sinker.

My collection expanded as well as my friends with selections from John Urbancik, Weston Osche, Scott Edelman, Erick T. Johnson, and Gene O’Neill.  I’m really glad that I’m not a drug addict because if my book buying habits are any indication, I would be the worst crackhead that ever existed.

Example:

Myself: You’ve got like 50 books you still have to read at home you don’t really need another…

Inner Me: Just one more… just one more… just one more…

I’m never able to say “no” to a book, though I suppose there are worse addictions.

I threw myself into the convention going to several panels and readings including: How to Do Collaborations, Editing: Is it Necessary?, Linda Addison’s Poetry Workshop, Creepypasta and the Formations of Modern Urban Myths, etc.

It was a fun time for sure and I made several new friends including the aforementioned.  I was also honored to meet Meghan Arcuri, Lindsey Barlow, Tish Jackson, Hal Bodner, R.B. Payne, Mackenzie Cox, Lee Murray, Chuck Wendig, Bill Bridges, Billy Ingreso, and Zach Snow (I’m assuming since he was cosplaying as Jon Snow), and Tom Montleone.

It was nice seeing my old friends who were in attendance as well.  I don’t see these people nearly as often as I should.

Now…….time for the events that were beyond interesting:

1. Convention buddies.

You usually find someone to pal around with at a convention but I’m a social butterfly and like to talk to everyone.  Besides Linda Addison (for this one), I had Gene O’Neill.

Gene was born in 1938 and has had what some would call an “adventurous” life.  I can only hope to reach his age and have half the stories he told me under my belt.   As well as published works, he’s won two Bram Stoker awards and is a phenomenal guy.

He also took a newbie like me and introduced me to everyone he knew.  He gave me a ton of advice from his own life and career, and just generally was my friend.

It was very humbling.

2. Scott Edelman and I began conspiring on epic prank calls and talked food.

3. Ghost Stories

On the deck of the Queen Mary I told ghost stories with two phenomenal people. Mackenzie Cox and Billy Ingreso.  (Guys if you are reading this, all I have to say was that was a thrilling time.)  I still break out in chill bumps a week later when I think about “Lily” and the “blood on the chair.”   If any of you want to hear those stories, you’re going to have to ask Mackenzie and Billy.  Maybe they’ll be gracious enough to tell you… if you think you can live with the nightmare.

Oh, we will definitely meet again next year to share more----no doubt.

4. Pitch Sessions.

One of the greatest things about conventions is the opportunity to get your work out there in front of publishers and show them just what kind of writer you are. I unfortunately didn’t know that there were pitch sessions when I registered for the convention.

By the grace of God, I managed to scrape and claw my way into two different pitching sessions. I can’t confirm anything yet but one session went incredibly well. A synopsis and sample chapters were asked for from me and *fingers crossed* they like it and the project will proceed further.

5. A Ride with Tom, Elizabeth, and Damon Monteleone.

The convention came and went and I found myself on Sunday morning checking out of the hotel with all the gusto of a dog lying under the hot sun.  I was not relishing having to return to my labor in Oklahoma City.

Despite the fact that I was looking forward to leaving Los Angeles, it still sucked that I wouldn’t see most of my friends here for several more months---if not an entire year.

I had scheduled an airport shuttle the previous evening and as I lugged my stuff downstairs, I sat glumly wondering what book I would start on first when I boarded my flight.

Fate however intervened and I happened to be sharing a shuttle ride with Tom Monteleone, his wife Elizabeth, and son Damon.

I’m pretty sure I paled when I realized who it was I was talking to----you see, the previous evening, he had won the lifetime achievement award and my own mentor looked up to him.

It was an incredibly pleasant ride to the airport and the conversation that followed was equally awesome.

Wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Now the good things are over and it’s time to talk about the bad things…

There is only one…

LAX…LAfreakingX.

Because I fly standby, I sometimes have trouble making flights due to people having been on this list forever and United Airline’s somewhat controversial policy of overbooking (4 out of 5 doctors still recommend us… too soon? HE GOT $50,000 DOLLARS I CAN MAKE JOKES!)

Long story short I was stuck in LAX overnight.  I slept on the floor, couldn’t brush my teeth, and had to endure crappy overpriced airport food.

I made it home the next day and collapsed from exhaustion.

It was a good trip.

Wile E. World News

Well North Korea has been causing noise again.

I would call them the world’s most hilarious dictatorship if it wasn’t for the human rights abuse.

This is the part of my blog that I like to call, “North Korea What Are You Doing?” Your country is like the sad kid still trying to dunk the basketball at the playground as the sun goes down.

Not to mention their leaders keep claiming to be gods and then they die, literally a dead giveaway there… oh well, I guess it is fun to watch their missiles fail every time they test them.

Enjoy this themed meme.



Interaction of the Week

Nefflix: I’m going to download the dark web.

Wile E. Young: Pretty sure you can’t download the dark web but if you manage to make it down there and get kidnapped I’m not paying your ransom.

Well that is all for now.  Time to work on some projects and paint a giant rock to look like a tunnel----think I have the roadrunner this time.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Horror, Video Games, and You

What’s that you say? Wile E. Young has a new blog post that he is doing as a favor for a friend specifically because she needed video game articles? Well aren’t you excited on the other end of the screen? I know you’re jumping up and down and about to take to the streets proclaiming the news. Well before you get to that, why don’t you just sit down and read for a minute.

            Horror is undergoing a bit of a renaissance at the moment, not only in literature but in the film industry as well. Pretty sure Get Out has blown up the box office with its $111 million return versus its $4.5 million budget. And more great horror flicks are on the way. The reasons for this renaissance are varied but a friend gave one particularly good explanation for it: “Times are tough and people want to be able to experience the thrill of monsters that aren’t real.”

            It’s a theory I can get behind, but you know another medium that is experiencing this phenomenon? Well if the title didn’t clue you in, it’s video games.

            Who among us didn’t play such wonderful gems when we were younger like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, House of the Dead, and Doom?

            I remember being terrified of the cloying atmosphere of that stupid mansion in Resident Evil as my friends and I huddled around the Gamecube and encountered that first zombie in the corridor. Those fixed camera angles still make me angry-scared as I struggled to aim the gun at the creature.

            Things have come a long way since then.

            The perennial long runners of Resident Evil and Silent Hill have put out entries of varying quality over the years, but I’m taking this little moment to focus on some lesser-known entries that have come out in recent years before moving onto this year’s selection.

            Dying Light: A zombie survival game released in 2015. I know what you’re thinking, “Zombies? I love the Walking Dead!” in which case I have only one thing to say to you: Yes, yes, it is a good show and comic series, but there is so much more to that particular sub-genre.

            There has been a glut of zombie fiction as of late in all mediums, but this video game is one of the few that I thought truly grasped the desperation of the situation; the frantic struggle for resources along with the never-ending hordes of zombies hungry for my flesh.

            And don’t even get me started on what happens at night.

            There might not have been anything that truly made me jump or left me uneasy (at least not until the DLC) but the sheer hopelessness and post-apocalyptic feel of the situation was fairly well captured.

            Slender the Arrival: Most of you have heard of the Slenderman, and if you haven’t then I advise you to discover the Internet. What some of you may not realize is that the monster does in fact have a video game based around him.

            I played this game with my best friend and I remember the two of us tensely switching between holding the controller or gripping the couch arms for fear of what was going to happen next; it would descend from an easy “Oh that looks nice and friendly” to “AAARRRHGHHGHG HOLLLLY CRAP RUN RUN RUN FASTER, FASTER WOULD BE BETTER!”

            It was incredibly tense, though the ending felt a little rushed and anticlimactic.

            It hasn’t stopped me from shoving it at anyone who says. “I want to play a scary video game.”

            Now it is the great year of 2017 *actual greatness may vary* and thus we have a slew of new horror video games hitting the shelves. I’m practically salivating at the chance to see some of these in action and more than likely throw the controller at the TV when something jumps out.

            First on this list would be the newest entry in the Resident Evil series, titled helpfully Resident Evil 7: Biohazard. I haven’t yet been able to play the full game, but I did get to play the demo before its release, and wouldn’t you know it was just as scary as I hoped it would be.

            This is the first entry in the franchise to be played from a first person perspective as well as a return to the series roots with a harsh atmosphere centered around fading pieces of decrepit architecture. The designers seemed to take the best notes from Texas Chainsaw Massacre along with various ghostly tropes and monsters in the sewer.

            The whole thing is oppressive, cloying, and beyond a doubt scary and I found myself in the demo checking over my shoulder every five seconds for fear that there would be something there.

            I can’t wait to play it.

            As for other games coming out this year we have the upcoming Friday the 13th, a game centered around the popular slasher franchise where you can actually play as Jason Voorhees and no doubt brutally kill some morally deviant camp counselors who undoubtedly deserve it for having extramarital relations while you drowned as child in a revenge by proxy scheme.

            Conversely you can also play as a no doubt morally decent and upstanding camp counselor just trying to spend a fun and free summer with your boyfriend/girlfriend that might involve the wayward, but normal, pursuits of youth that are being targeted by a psychotic nutjob in a hockey mask with a machete and you just want to survive and continue being a decent and normal teenager.

            Also coming out this year is Outlast 2. Now I played the original Outlast that took our intrepid hero, *insert generic protagonist name*, and investigative journalist to a local insane asylum in hopes of a hot scoop. Well let us just say that he got more than he bargained for. And now this year brings us the sequel and it seems to be borrowing elements from the above-mentioned Resident Evil 7.

            A dark foreboding southern atmosphere pervaded the demo as I ran through the woods pursued by a cult that either just stepped off the set of Deliverance or were practicing for their Wicker Man reunion. If this one holds up to anything like its predecessor, I’m going to be running from lunatics while trying to preserve that sweet glow in the dark cameras battery life.

             Other entries for this years horror extravaganza are Vampyr (where I’ll finally try to understand what being an Anne Rice vampire is all about), Agony (Where you’re dropped straight into Hell, hate when I take that wrong turn at Albuquerque), Visage (you should really look at the history of a house before buying it) and Call of Cthulhu (I just peed a little, I’m so excited). This years smorgasbord of horror games doesn’t look likely to abate anytime soon and promises to be a great year for not only the Horror Genre but for video games in general.

 

Wile E. World News

            It turns out that there are still uncaught Nazi’s milling about in the world. Today it was confirmed that a 98 year old man in Minnesota was a confirmed leader of an SS unit that burned villages in Poland.

            Usually, I would try to provide some sort of hilarious commentary here (and trust me you would be rolling) if this wasn’t a serious matter, as most of the things I report on are.

            Poland wants to extradite him and prosecute. All I can say is more power to them. It would be a shame if justice were to slip past before he died of old age, which for this man could be any day now.

            On a lighter note…

            Yesterday, police in Oregon engaged in a high-speed chase with a man who stole a street sweeper.

            Yes you read that right, a street sweeper.

            I don’t necessarily want to bail the man out of jail, but I would like to meet him and shake his hand for at least engaging in his criminal activity in a suitably hilarious way.

            I bet that highway is super clean now.

 

Quote of the Week

Nefflix: I’m going to download the Dark Web.

Wile E. Young: When you show up in a hostage video I’m not paying the ransom.

 

Coyote Progress

I typed the last period of the Admirer this morning, ending at a little over 70,000 words. I’m about to get my editing chainsaw and dive in, to not only trim it down, but to form it into the final product. I’m proud of it, but also mildly disturbed by it.

I wonder if other horror authors have been disturbed by their own content before…

Who knows?

Now I turn my eye to my next two short stories for a Punk Zombie Anthology (I’m determined to get at least one zombie story published in this glut!) and this year’s SNAFU antho… I’m about to make Slashers cool and scary again for that one.

Besides that, Stokercon is next month where my short story One Night in the Yellow Ring will be debuted in Azoth Khem Publishing’s Carnival of Madness anthology… I’ll post a link as soon as it is for sale.

Also Brian Keene released the table of contents to the contributors of the Clickers Forever anthology (a tribute anthology to the late J.F. Gonzalez). Seeing my name listed there next to my story among these titans of the genre… I was very humbled and hope to honor the legacy of J.F. Gonzalez with my meager contribution.

THAT book is going to be epic.
That’s all for now, time to order my ACME editing chainsaw and hopefully catch the Roadrunner.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas Adam: A Brief History
I sit down to write this blog post on the day before one of my family’s annual traditions that I look forward to every year: our nationally recognized holiday (not really, but what do they know?), Christmas Adam.
            Named for the fact that according to my father, “Eve got too much credit”. It has been celebrated on December the 23rd for as long as I can remember. In my writing, you would be hard pressed to find a character who doesn’t mention the holiday; that’s how much I enjoy it and how much it has become ingrained into what I view as the holiday season.
            So what are the traditions of this event, you are no doubt asking? If it involves you, Wile E. Young, it must be suitably epic and mind-bogglingly eccentric.
            The truth is somewhat tamer, but no doubt eccentric. You see, the point of the holidays no matter who you are or where you’re from or what you believe, is to spend time with those that matter to you the most… your family.
            Well what about your friends that are as close as family?
            My family has a lot of those and we thought it was only appropriate that once a year we should all gather and celebrate as family, and celebrate we do.
            Everyone wears pajamas (which for me usually involve a bathrobe, some form of satirical Christmas shirt, and Santa hat), eats breakfast food (pancakes and bacon), and watch every single hilarious Christmas movie we have in my (rather copious) collection.
            It’s fun, it’s heartwarming, and it gives me the chance to see everyone that I don’t get to see often enough.
            Of course, not everyone is able to attend every year, whether it be due to distance, work schedules, plans with their own family, or aliens landing in their airport and ruining everyone’s Christmas arrangements (go read the Terminal by Amber Fallon, like right now).
So while I’ve had a miniature Christmas Adam party that took place on the 16th with my Oklahoma City people, it still wasn’t able to encompass everyone that I wish could have been there.
There are so many people I could list, but then all of you would just be reading names for the next ten pages. So for those of you who support me and read this along with my writing and care about me enough to call me a close friend, know that you are always welcome in my home and at my table, from all around the world (European friends I’m looking at you), no matter what you believe or practice, no matter what you’re going through… you’re welcome at my celebrations if I call you friend.
Who all does this entail? If you think I care about you even a little bit, then most likely you are on the list.
It’s a big family.

Wile E. Christmas Adam Plans
My father doesn’t know that I’m coming home this year… come to think of it no one knows I’m coming home this year. They think I have to work at the airport on the blackout dates. However, through loopholes, negotiation, and a little bit of luck, I have managed to get Christmas Adam, Eve, Day, and whatever name there is for the day after OFF.
Now I originally planned to simply drive up, get out of the car and surprise everyone just by walking through the door. Knowing me, this plan has swiftly spiraled into realms of absurdity that I haven’t explored in awhile.
Little known fact, but I used to sneak out of the house by shimmying off the top of the garage roof, and now in a bit of life coming full circle… I have decided to scurry up to the roof and come in through the balcony door. Thank the Lord for keys that never change.
So after I enter through the balcony door, I would slap the Kongos C.D. into the upstairs CD player and walk downstairs all black leather jacket, jeans, and confidence bordering on delusion.
Then I decided that this was simply too arrogant of me to presume that people would see this entrance as anything more than Wile E. Young fresh off of victory and looking to show it.
So I decided to dress up as Santa Claus instead.
Through the dark neighborhood I did scurry after ditching my car in an empty house driveway. I keep my Santa suit out in the barn, helpfully separate from the main house and from there it was a simple matter to acquire a ladder and scamper up onto the roof.
The party was in full swing inside and if I timed it right, everyone would be in the downstairs living room for the ornament exchange. Luckily my timing was impeccable. As I cracked the balcony door opened and slipped inside, I could hear the party in full swing downstairs.
I also heard the voices stop as they heard my footsteps echoing on the second floor, harried whispers of wonder as I walked down the stairs all smiles and bombastic Christmas miracle. No one had any idea who I was as I descended and a hushed silence pervaded everyone’s mood.
I’m just lucky that no one decided to shoot me; this is Texas after all.
Instead, when I took off the hat and beard my father cried and embraced me like he hadn’t seen me in years rather than the month or so since Thanksgiving.
It was a Merry Christmas Adam indeed.

Wile E. World News
            So if you haven’t noticed in the past few days, the world has had quite a few violent incidents that I don’t mind talking about in the slightest…
            BUT this is Christmas and I thought instead I would focus on the things that were good about this year rather than the bad, especially the great things that occurred. I place special significance to certain times of the year and focusing on the bad around this happy time just doesn’t suit me well.
            First and foremost, I met a woman named Emily and despite her protestations she is awesome and I don’t think I could have gotten to where I am right now without her.
            The second was meeting all the new friends I’ve made this year especially in writing circles: Brian Keene, Linda Addison, Tod Clark, Michael Huyck, Kelly Laymon, Dallas Mayr, Amber Fallon, Shenoa Carroll Bradd, Stephen Kozeniewski, Jeff Burke, Bryan Killian, Rachel and Jessica Deering, Richard Wolley, John Boden, Mary SanGiovanni, David Barbee, Danger Slater, Lisa LeStrange, and more.
            All of you continue to inspire me because you’re phenomenal people and I’ve been honored to count you as part of my life this year and that you allowed me to be apart of yours.
            Speaking of my writing career, I sold two shorts so far for this year with several others still in the frying pan waiting to see if they’ll be accepted or not. I know they aren’t novels or even novellas, but to a writer who hadn’t seen success in two years this was a big accomplishment and more impetus to keep moving forward.
            I can do this, I will do this, and people I trust and admire have faith I can do this.
            It’s a hell of a feeling to feel destiny, God, and the universe at work knowing that your time is coming; especially after the year I had previously.
            Here is to the coming year and the hopes that it will be even better.

Wile E. Reading List
So here it is, the top five books that I read this year.
1.     The Terminal by Amber Fallon
2.     Husk by Rachel Autumn Deering
3.     Jedi Summer with the Electric Kid by John Boden
4.     The Hollower by Mary SanGiovanni
5.     Urban Gothic by Brian Keene
Honorable Mention for Poetry: How to Tell a Demon Has Become Your Friend by Linda Addison
Honorable Sci- Fi Mention: Leviathan Wakes by James A. Corey
So if you’ve hung out with me for any length of time, you’ve heard me talk about the Terminal by Amber Fallon (in fact I did so earlier in this very blog). It’s a gritty and pulpy tale of aliens invading an airport on Christmas Adam (it isn’t December 23rd and never will be). It’s stuck with me all year as a great pulpy novel and that is why it made the number 1 slot. She is working on a sequel that can’t come soon enough.
Husk by Rachel Autumn Deering was my second pick because it kept me guessing; a dark tale of PTSD mixed with horror, it gave me the chills as I read it. I highly recommend it if you want something that leaves you a little unsettled.
Jedi Summer by John Boden: I did a whole review dedicated to this book after I read it due to its wonderful use of nostalgia to transport us back to our childhoods. I remembered being a kid as I read this and again I recommend it to anyone who wants to read something that brings you back to the Golden Age of Childhood.
The Hollower by Mary SanGiovanni: now, admittedly I’m still reading this one, but that doesn’t mean anything because it is good enough to already be on my list of top 5. It is unsettling and inspiring for my current Work in Progress. The Slender man has nothing on the Hollower.
Urban Gothic by Brian Keene: now most of you thought that one of Brian’s books would make the top spot simply due to the fact that he is Brian Keene and you know of my admiration of him… and you would be right. However, I decided to be unbiased and give the top spot to someone else for no other reason than it would give everyone a surprise, including myself. Urban Gothic is not one of Keene’s wider read works and I admit that even I didn’t read it until this past summer, but I didn’t know what I was missing out on. Urban Gothic had me alternating between a wonderful tension, awesome action sequences, and unsettled fear.
I really hope he does a sequel.
How to Tell a Demon Has Become Your Friend by Linda Addison is a collection of poems that are beautiful to read and anyone who celebrates and loves poetry should pick it up immediately.
It has been a great year for reading and I look forward to the next one, and even if you don’t pick up any of my recommendations (shame on you because you know I’m right), read something, anything. It broadens the mind.

Quote of the Week
Em the Slayer: I can stick both my feet in my mouth and more.
Wile E. Young (attempting not laugh)
Em the Slayer: You are such a child.

*Note: Em (as editor of this blog) would like to point out that this quote was taken unfairly out of context. Carry on. *

Writing Progress
The Admirer: 20,000 words
Interstate Eldritch: 21,000 words
Every Terrible Man: 500 words
New Short That Doesn’t Have a Title Yet: 1,000 words
            So that’s everything for the moment. The Adventures in Provo Part 3 is in the works and hopefully will be posted soon, but until then I think I will put on my Santa hat and chase the Roadrunner down the chimney.