|Embrace the suck!|
Just so you know, I’ve got a follow-up book to Bleeding Kansas. You can read the first chapter of Grace Among the Dead here. If this doesn’t have enough zombie-killing action for you, then I don’t know what to tell you—except that I have a third book in the works, and you can read the first chapter of that here. It starts with zombies versus bears, and gets progressively weirder and uglier from there.
Speaking of which, due to page hits on Chapter 2 of The Wrong Kind of Dead being maybe a third as much as that of the first installment, I’m going to a once-every-Tuesday release for chapters from my work-in-progress. (It turns out people don’t read much on the Internet over the weekends. Who knew?) I’m stretching out the excerpts for as long as I can, because I still don’t know exactly when I’m going to finish this book, or how long it will take between sending in the manuscript and its availability as a book, digital and otherwise.
Of course, if I see demand for more frequent postings, who am I to argue with the Free Market?
As a writer, I never really have a day off (why would I want one?), but my heart goes out to those who have enjoyed a long weekend of New Year’s revels, maybe even a full week off, only to return to the drudgery of whatever Monday-Friday gig they’re “lucky” to have. No more Happy New Anything; it’s Day Four of 2016 and we’re back to the same drab, joyless shit our lives were before the Harvest Festival (or whatever they called it) decorations went up in September.
Even here in the cozy warmth of my basement office, declaring this the 11th Day of Christmas, Twelfth Night Eve, etc., seems like forcing the issue. Most people who left their Christmas stuff up after Christmas Day took them down over this New Year’s weekend. To riff off a meme one sometimes sees around this time of year, it’s time to stop wishing for a great 2016, and actually engage that son of a bitch.
To that end, it would help tremendously to have an anthem. It’s a crack, you’re back, from the rooftops shout it out. You’ve got this.
Hang in there, brothers and sisters. We’ve made it this far. Why not further?