That's right. I'm back. As always the payment is $5 and the product is the same... your death. In a short story or flash fiction, of course! I'm not some kind of mild mannered person by day and serial killer by night, stalking his victims via Fiverr. No! Or am I? The next submission in… Continue reading Polly Scott-Showalter and the Engineer’s Method (short story and opportunity)
I've been pretty quiet lately, but I've got a lot of good news to share about the Mercedes novella I've been working on. The first in a series of female detective novellas, which I can't wait to get to you. Follow my blog and stay up to date, and I will give you a thorough rundown in the coming days, if I can.
I'm super proud to unveil an early version of the prologue of my novella Sweet Sixteen Killer. The first in my Masterson series. Here is the link to the prologue at Emerald Dragon Tales' website. I hope you enjoy it, and be sure to drop a comment over there for me.
2,245 words in the piggybank tonight. Literally have last 2 chapters to write. Hold onto your butts! #amwriting...
I've been pretty quiet on my blog as of late. But I've been hard at work in my writing. Last year I wrote a novella, Jessica Wright's Double Vision, and I'm currently working on two for this year. And guess what? They're all part of the same series. I made a commitment this year to… Continue reading Oh lately it’s so quiet (excerpts from upcoming novella)
Added 1,832. Now up to 22,175. This novella is moving along again. I had hit a rock wall in February and couldn't...
Jessica Wright is victim #7 in my morbid project I Will Kill You for $5. And she didn't go down easy. I offered to write this story for her as payback for her boyfriend, Josef, recording my standup comedy gig last October. And thus began the longest, longest, longest short story I've ever written. Not… Continue reading Jessica Wright’s Double Vision (short story and opportunity)
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Mystery Box." Journalist Thomas Bradshaw woke up at 10:45am without an alarm, as was his custom. He grimaced at the sunlight forcing its way through the closed shades. He cursed himself for the millionth time for not buying big, thick and black curtains for his window. Though, he… Continue reading Mystery Box