August 20th Signed Book Giveaway!
August 20th will mark two months since Conflux: The Lost Girl’s release, so we’re giving away a signed paperback copy of the book to one U.S. customer – totally free! The full ebook is also available for download 100% free…
Conflux: From The Grey – Preview (Prologue & Chapter 1)
Coming in the next few months, Conflux: From The Grey is a partial prequel to Conflux: The Lost Girls, set nearly a century earlier 1899 in America’s Gilded Age. Here is a preview of the book, the opening Prologue and…
To reviewers and review blogs
Offering my free ebook CONFLUX: THE LOST GIRLS for free to all readers, including reviewers and book review sites! (Shortcut to book here and audiobook demo on YouTube here.) I wanted to offer my totally free ebook (and soon to…
Adding prose & stream-of-consciousness section
I’ve added a prose and stream-of-consciousness section to put out discombobulated tales of the imagination and free-writing tidbits. There’s lots of recommendations to and from writers about starting your writing sessions with a 5-10 minute exercise, especially when writer’s-blocked, in…
A RIPPED PAGE OF THE JERRI PINEHALST CHRONICLES
My name is Jerri Pinehalst. I have long pretty hair and I like to put pink in it sometimes. I was on the ferry coming off Block Island. A crowd of chads and chicks chirped in millennial beside a great…
Stream #7 – i can crack my own thumb
i can crack my own thumb now s’all you did anyway not even on call ill stand by my beauty bevies they crack my thumb till i dumb i do the doo doo doo the do the dumb…
Stream #5 – block island beach bar blues
Steaming whale crawlers wailing by night squalor ferry ship shit pincer technique coup cut hit tailored seaspray ocean mist list-crawling quip-trawling Toyota-towing grassmower combine starship landcraft spaceship laughing maps. blap blap blap the noise of the night when the neo-non-federales…
Stream #4 – no her can save me
would be that i knew she couldn’t save me, but hate me, destroy me, splay me open, crush me, display me, hate me, destroy me i know now no Her can save me. she’s sitting in neon dark night red…
Streams #3 – lippity quips
lips whipping quips that bounce off ceilings, chilling in the worst way, hearts unwilling. beers eaten, drunkards pilling. all alone in the heat of embattled embittered wife tale wise tale tall tale frail freaky weak bizarre ideals leaking juice from…
Stream #2 – being a human
what is it, being human? is it sitting on the can by the side of the road because things didn’t go the way you thought? is it setting up shop on some midlife early life have-a-wife be-a-wife experience, some conflict…