Archive for May, 2012

Music Feeds the Soul

Tuesday, May 29th, 2012

I’ve been feeling like a real zombie lately, and after some sad news today, I thought it’d be a good time to crank the volume and jam to some tunes. After listening to a few songs, I tried to recall if I ever stuck to a specific genre. Quick answer – nope, never had.

When I was younger, I listened to a lot of metal and hard rock. But as I got older, that music blended together with pop, soft rock, rap, R&B, hip-hop, and oldies but goodies. Yeah, there’ll be days you’d hear me listening to The Beatles, and in that same day I’ll play some Rhianna. My favorite band as of late has been Queen. I love how Freddie Mercury sang about life and love. At times, I’d sing right along with him (but only in the shower).

Music feeds the soul. Feeling in a funk? Turn on the radio and watch your mood lift.



Author Photographs: To Do or Not To Do

Saturday, May 26th, 2012

Hey guys! It seems everywhere I look lately, a friend of mine is getting professional photos taken because their book got picked up by a publisher. I love looking at their pictures, but there’s something that keeps nagging me – so far, I’ve only known those who are traditionally publishing to get professional pictures taken.

Why haven’t any of my self-published authors done the same?

I recently asked my fellow friends if self-published authors should get their photos taken too and the response was the same every time – YES, YES, AND MORE YES! So what gives? Why hasn’t this happened yet?

(For the record, if you’re a friend of mine who self-published and got professional pictures taken, then by all means please share this fantastic news with me.)

I’ve decided it’s in my best interest as an author to get my photos taken. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but hopefully soon. I think it helps with promotional packages, setting up author information on Amazon or other vendors, and when doing interviews for blogs or the press. I believe presenting yourself professionally goes a long way in the business world.

And being an author is definitely a business.

What do you think? Let me know your thoughts by twitter or Facebook.



Zombie Wasteland 2-4

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012


Angel’s screaming filled the eatery as the ugliest and most disgusting creatures Jeb had ever seen entered through the front doors. Shelly, Arthur, and Jeb raised their weapons to shoot, killing three of them, but it seemed more followed from behind.

“Where the hell are they coming from?” Jeb aimed for a scraggily looking one and blew away her head. Gory pieces of her brain splattered two other crazies to her sides, but it didn’t slow them down. Her body slumped to the ground and others just took her place.

“How the hell should I know?” Arthur backed up a step to get out of reach from one of the bigger ones, firing off a shot between his eyes. The big guy went down, his dead body posing a small barrier amid the others.

“You think our gunfire from earlier drew them here?” Shelly fired into the crowd to slow them down, but her bullets only seemed to annoy them. Thankfully, the doorway was too small for all of them to wedge through, so most of them were banging on the windows outside.

Angel shrieked over and over, crying for her mommy and daddy. Jeb couldn’t do anything for her at the moment because he was too busy fending the crazies off. “There’s too many! We’ll run out of bullets before we can get to them all.”

“There’s a back door to this place. We’re going to have to make a run for it.” Arthur’s aim was much better than Shelly’s, actually hitting them in the head and bringing them down. Jeb didn’t need to worry about aim with a shotgun; all he had to do was fire in their general direction and get the desired effect.

“Lead the way, compadre.” Since Jeb’s weapon could spray a bigger blast area, he pulled up the rear as Arthur rushed to the back. Shelly grabbed Angel’s hand and yanked her away from the horror, following on the heels of her boyfriend. The little girl didn’t struggle, but her screams wouldn’t stop. It was like someone had pulled the cork to her vocal cords and let loose a banshee – her wails were deafening.

At the last minute, Jeb turned away from the hoard and ran full out after the kids. He heard a door open from the back of the place and was able to make it there before it fully shut on him. He exited the building and firmly closed the door, hoping the crazies hadn’t yet figured out where they went.

The kids were off to the side, huddling together and waiting on his next order. It appeared Angel had finally shut her mouth and he was thankful for that, otherwise it might have drawn more of them over. He took out his keys and handed them to Arthur, pushing the kids towards the direction of his car.

“Look, there’s no way we can survive without driving out of here. And I parked in front of the diner, where most of them are.” Jeb took a deep breath and cocked his weapon. “I have to do something.”

Shelly’s body shuddered as fresh tears fell from her eyes and Arthur stopped walking so he could face Jeb. “What are you saying? You sound like you want to use yourself as bait to lure them away so we can make a getaway. But that would leave you here, left to fend them off by yourself.” He shook his head as anger filled his voice. “That’s suicide! My father did the same thing to protect us and look where it got him. There’s got to be another way.”

“I’m sorry, but there isn’t. I’ve been through enough battles to know when the chances of us all surviving are slim to none. But I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my power to ensure your escape.” Jeb didn’t feel scared; he felt relief. The teenagers will be able to take care of the little girl and soon he’ll be up in heaven, with the two granddaughters he’d failed to protect. At least in the end, he’ll have done something to make sure three people survived.

“Please, don’t do this!” Arthur pleaded, but Jeb shook his head. He had made up his mind, and no one was going to stop him.

Without another word, Jeb ran around the building and yelled at the crowd of crazies that were banging on the diner’s windows. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There appeared to be at least thirty of them gathered together. His voice drew their gazes to him, and like mindless monkeys, they all headed in his direction.

-Catch the next part at the beginning of next month-

Kela McClelland has been such a good friend for helping me critique the continuation of my short story! She caught a lot of errors and gave great suggestions. You can find her blog here: OR you can follow her on twitter: @kelamcclelland.



Ramblings of an Author

Monday, May 21st, 2012

I hate what I’m writing. It’s absolute manure.

No I don’t. It sounds pretty good at this part.

Eh, maybe I should just give it up altogether.

Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there. Welcome to the ramblings of an author.

After coining the new term, Bipolar-writer-ism, its symptoms have been basically my every waking thought lately. I know I’m not alone. Many of us struggle to keep our chin up and carry on through the dark thoughts we think when creating a new work in progress. It can be really hard to stay positive when all we want to do is trash what we wrote because to us, it just doesn’t sound right.

Does it ever?

Some days I like what I’ve read after adding new chapters (this usually occurs during the same time I’ve gotten good news). And other days, everything I write is absolute trash. Why haven’t they invented a happy pill for authors? Oh wait…

Just kidding.

So, here I am trying my best to stay in good spirits when I thought I might ramble a bit to get my mind moving in a new direction. To get out of a funky mood, this is what I do:

1. Write a new blog post

Oh, hey! That’s what I’m doing right now. I think it’s working.

2. Look up funny things on the internet

Because, ya know, that’s what it’s there for. Right?

3. Chat with friends

Gossip can be fun.

4. Envision new ideas

As if I didn’t have enough already. It is fun to do though.

5. Go outside

Because these days, a nice and sunny day is just too good to waste.



I Think I Coined a New Term

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

Bipolar-writer-ism. Yep, that’s me lately. I’m using it to describe how I’ve been feeling about my latest writing in progress: sometimes I love it and sometimes I hate it.

It doesn’t have to do with the story. I really like the ideas I came up with and don’t think it’s been done before, but sometimes it just feels like a real pain in the butt to formulate enough words to complete a 75,000 word count (that’s my goal for completion of the novel). I’m not the only one to go through this either. I know a lot of other authors who have the same problem. So that’s why I created a word for it:


  • The act of loving your manuscript one day, only to turn around and want to throw it out the window the next.
  • Caring enough about the story to write half the book and then wait months to finish the rest.
  • Happily lending it out to others for feedback and then hating yourself for doing so.

Do you suffer from this?