If you’ve followed along at home, you may have noticed that Starla Huchton is responsible for some of my covers (and will be responsible for many covers in the future). That said, I want you to check out her cover for HER OWN BOOK!. Yes, Starla isn’t just a great cover artist, she’s also an author! WOO WOO! The book isn’t ready just yet, but will be available for purchase soon and I’ll be sure to post when you can get your own copy. She’s also done covers for the likes of Paul Cooley and Nobillis Reed. Check out her work at Designed by Starla and her author page at Starla Huchton!
Life has been crazy busy as of late. I’m sorry for the lack of updates. I plan on doing a little revamping of the site in the coming weeks. I need to make things a little cleaner and easier to navigate. Right now it’s not so easy to find a book. I need to correct that.
Speaking of books, if you listened to the latest Get Published podcast, you’ll have heard the announcement I made. My rather insane announcement that I plan on publishing (myself) 28 books in 24 months. That’s my grand plan. Guess what. I’m currently on target. That’s huge! As of this writing I currently have put out six books. This month may see another, or next month will see Three. It all depends on covers and editing. That will put me at nine for the year. For the rest of the year, here’s what I have scheduled:
My Teacher is a Witch
My Teacher is a Ghost
Asteroid Bunnies: Zanahoria
Billy Barbarian: Sethopolis
V&A Shipping II
Golden West: Season 1
Supernatural Learning: 8th grade (this will collect My Teacher is a Zombie, Werewolf, and Vampire)
Of Gnomes and Dwarves: Book 1: Chance Encounters
Astel: Chosen (re-release)
That’s right. Nine more books. That will put me at 15 on the year. That’s if I don’t decide to drop something else in the mean time. I did pull two books I had scheduled just because I wanted to make sure I committed more time to the projects I’ve already laid out. I don’t want to put too much pressure on myself with all I have currently going on.
Speaking of all that’s going on, life have been busy these past two months. Writing time has been extremely sparse. By that I mean I’ve only written about 20,000 words in the past two months. I’m 45,000 words behind schedule. That means I pulled the giant robot story I was writing. I also pulled To Fall From the Sky. Should I get back on track, I will add these books back into the mix, but for now they’re off the schedule until I can get back to them. I don’t want to rush any of the stories I’m currently working on. Just because I plan on releasing a large number of books doesn’t mean I’m going to skimp or cheat or put out a poor quality product just to get it out the door.
Now, in order to achieve my goal I will be cheating a little. How? Quite simple. I’ve already written nearly all the books that will be put out this year. The ones I haven’t written yet are only 20,000-25,000 words in length (middle grade books). I will be writing those once I finish with Golden West: Season 2 (I’ll talk about Season 1 in a bit). I plan to write the next few books in the Supernatural Learning series in one shot so they’re all ready to go long before their release dates. I hae two for this year and four for next year (completing 9th grade and going into 10th grade). I’ll then work on the first two or three in the Asteroid Bunnies series. That will complete all the shorter works for 2014 that will need to be written. Yes, I’m self publishing and I could just drop them at any given time, but I want to release these on a schedule so the series will have time to grow an audience.
Yes, I realize that I’m dropping a LOT of book out in a short time, but why not just drop everything once it’s completely written? Quite simple, if you were to see my schedule, each book I’m writing is in a series (except for a few stand alone books) and I plan to drop only one in a series in a given year. Honestly. I am working on books that will be released next year and I have a schedule for this year. I want to make sure that the books are ht best I can make them and by doing a majority of the work on my own, I need to make sure I put out the best product I can.
Back to the writing. I said I’ve only written 20,000 words in two months and I’m way behind. Those 20,000 words that I did write were written over a four day span and a two day span. I write very fast. I always have. If I were more consistent with the number of days I spent actually writing, I’d have a lot more accomplished at this point. I’m only shooting for an average of 1000 words per day. Not a lofty goal, but I need to hit that goal in order to have all the books for next year written and ready to release.
Work slowed to the point where it won’t invade on my personal time as much as it has. Yes, last year was a busy year and between writing and blogging I wrote 490,000 words. I didn’t write nearly as much new fiction as I would have liked and that’s what I changed for this year. I’m focusing only on words of new fiction written. Not these blog posts. I know I can beat my 365,000 word goal. I plan to blow it out of the water. I’ll be spending some time doing that today. I’ll write at least 4,000 words today. I’d like to actually finish writing Golden West by the end of next week. I’m currently sitting on 8000 words and I need to get to somewhere between 55,000 and 60,000 words. Yes, I need to write a lot today, tomorrow, and during the week to hit that goal. I think I can do it. This will put me in great shape both with the podcast and with my writing schedule.
Speaking of the podcast. My writing partner just dropped his episode and I’ll be getting that up this weekend. So very VERY sorry for the delay in the final episode. Once we have it complete we’ll be dropping them into podiobooks so people can get their fix that didn’t want to wait a month between episodes. I won’t put it out there until the ebook and print book are available.
There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes, but now you’re up to date on all the writing stuff. I’m glad you’re with me on this journey.
Until Next Time!
Very soon I will be releasing a book unlike any other I’ve released in podcast form or in print. My Supernatural Learning series is a Middle-Grade series and is great for the younger set. This book is not.
Paradise Palms: A Murder-Mystery in a Time-Traveling Trailer Park is something for the older crowd. I would tell you more about it, but for now, just enjoy the cover created by Starla Hutchon. She does GREAT covers. Check out some of her other work.
I will hopefully have this book ready to go in the next couple of weeks along with Billy Barbarian. I will be blogging the contents of the book so it you can’t afford a copy, it’ll be here for you to read one chapter every other day or so.
Until Next Time!
I am remiss in announcing that My Teacher is a Vampire is now available for sale! I will update the site later today, but for now, here is all the sales info.
The third in the Supernatural Learning series, this completes the 8th grade collection. The next book will start the characters in 9th grade. There will be 4 books for the 9th grade collection and involve more creatures of the supernatural world.
Been a while since I posted one of these, so let’s see what was inside Jay’s brain last night.
The dream started out at a party. I’m not sure who the party was for, but people involved weren’t there, that’s all I know. An old friend had a friend at the party and kept trying to give me three things. 1) Viagra. 2) X. 3) two neon green folding chairs. I kept refusing and asking why the friend sent them to me. Apparently they thought I know some high-up person in a company that could help them sell these chairs as a great idea. They kept shoving the drugs in my hand saying they were for me. Later they gave me an obscene amount of both drugs and said to take the chairs and give this high-up person the drugs and the chairs. I was going to ask how to get a hold of them to let them know I accomplished this task, but I was suddenly in the Millican’s bedroom.
The bedroom was completely rearranged and at first I thought they were living in a new house. They weren’t, but things were terribly messy. By messy I mean I was knee-deep in laundry and picking washcloths out of the pile to dust a dresser piled high with ‘stuff’ (necklaces, random jewelery, receipts, rocks, tiny dumbbells). I picked up what I could and started dusting and the Millican said just push it all on the floor. He was sitting on the bed (the sheets in a twist at the end of the bed) which was the only other piece of furniture in the room. As we talked about something the laundry depth continued to move up. His youngest daughter poked her head in to say hello and disappeared. His wife came out of the closet and said hello and disappeared. My wife and favorite daughter appeared on the balcony out of their room and waved. Then I got sucked under the clothes.
Then I woke up wonder what the hell that was all about.
Until Next Time
Okay, I lost much of last night’s dream due to waking up multiple times, but here’s what I can recall.
The wife and I were in the woods, way back in the woods far from civilization. We were with a large group of people out to watch an experiment. The giant building we stood by looked like a long-abandoned office building of some sort, but very wide! The entire bottom floor had been gutted, the windows knocked out, and almost nothing inside but debris. Off in the distance someone counted down and the walls of the bottom of the building fell away. Like completely fell away. This left the remainder of the building floating and there was much applause.
We went up a ladder and into the floating building and wound up in an Asian (I’m not sure what kind) restaurant. We sat with a family of Asian folk and for some reason my food was brought out first. It was a heaping plate of noodles and veggies and chicken and it was yellow and delicious and I started eating and tried to get others to join me. They were having none of it.
Instead the rest of the people (the wife included) waited for the next round of food which turned out to be lobster. Giant lobsters. HUGE lobsters. They weren’t cracked and had a green sauce drizzled in a zig-zag pattern and sesame seeds sprinkled on them. They looked tasty and I broke off a claw and started eating the meat and scooping up the noodles with the claw and eating with the the claw.
Then I woke up with a tummy ache.
Make of it what you will. My mind creeps me out some times.
Until Next Time!
I know my dream was longer, at least my brain is telling me it’s longer, but I don’t recall how it started. When my memory of the dream begins, I’m walking with my favorite nephew (They’re all my favorite) and we need to get somewhere in a hurry. We (I? him?) decide to cut through a self-storage lot. We didn’t think it fully through and when we get to the back, we’re stuck on an island and everything is flooded. We try to make our way across the mess of branches and rocks when I find an old, rusty knife.
That’s when a homeless person comes rushing up and starts yelling at us for violating his space. We’re not supposed to be there. No one is supposed to be there. We need to get away from there in a hurry or he’ll hurt us. My nephew had kept going and was now in a precarious position. We got out of there, I gave the man back his knife and we left. Now that it was getting dark, we needed to be even faster in getting where we needed to go. Though we did spend time trying to catch tadpoles in the water. I guess we weren’t in that much of a hurry.
We wound up on a sidewalk walking past a lot of other homeless people. Most of them far dirtier than the street they were on. None of them wanted anything. None of them begged, but they were all in a line waiting for something. Well, all of them save one man that stuck out.
There was something wrong with his legs, that much I knew due to him lying stomach down on a wheeled device. He had his arms removed just below the elbow and in order to move, he had to crunch his stomach and then release much like an inchworm. He yelled at me when I asked if he needed any help. He said something like “Do I look like a cripple?” I was a bit taken aback, but we let him be.
We wanted to find out what the line was for so we went inside the building the homeless people were waiting outside. There was a lot of orange and blue and greens, but I didn’t recognize the company. There was a large woman dressed in dirty rags arguing with a little man in a suit, balding, wearing glasses and looking quite annoying with the large woman shaking her fist at him. The complaint was that the company had used images of these homeless people in an ad campaign that proved to be highly successful and now these people were the ‘face’ of the company. Unfortunately, because they were homeless, they were given a small fee of $5 for their picture and made to sign a release allowing the company to use the images any way they wanted. Now these people wanted to be properly compensated. The arguing got louder, the people flooded the building, and my favorite nephew and I were late.
Then I woke up.
What does it all mean? Where does my brain come up with these things? Where do stories come from? We may never know.
Until Next Time!
My dad and I were flying around in a helicopter. We flew over a smallish lake (more like a pond) and a large group of people were in the middle around a dead body (face down). We flew in to get a closer look and the closer we got to the people, the smaller we became. We were also invisible as no one saw us flying next to them. And we could fly through them. My dad was flying because I hadn’t learned how to fly the helicopter yet.
We landed on the side of the lake/pond and my dad disappeared. I watched the people for a while and they appeared to be sitting in the middle around the body as if waiting for something to happen. I decided to walk out and join them. They water wasn’t clear, but more opaque blue and an unnatural color of blue at that. My first step onto the water and I found I could walk on it like ice. It was firm when I reached down and touched it. The closer I got to the middle, the softer the surface became until I started sinking into it and I decided I didn’t want to get my new shoes dirty, so I left.
Then I was packing up my crane. I was about half-way done demolishing a house. People booed me as I was clipping up the cables. I tried to tell them it was going to rain, but people didn’t want to hear that. Then it went from fairly sunny to dark. Not like a cloud moving across the sun dark, but the street lights came on dark. Then thunder and lightning. People oohed and ahead and when the hail came, they ran for home. That’s when I decided it would be fun to operate the crane in the rain and started it back up and smashed the rest of the house by driving over it again and again with the treads of the crane rather than deploy the boom.
Then I woke up.
I had a couple smaller dreams before finally getting up, but those one escape me.
I think the lake/pond was filled with pudding that had firmly set at the edges, and was not fully set in the middle. I’m wondering why people gathered in the middle to look at a dead person. Hmmmm. I wonder about my dreams at times.
Until Next Time!