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This is not another fun-filled factoplus about he who is The Jack (for all your AC/DC fans). Instead, I want to ask you a question that, at first blush, seems incredibly easy. But the further you dig into the question, you realize just how complicated it is. The question in question…Who are you? I can already see the look on your face: You start to answer but then quickly retract your attempt to recoup and rethink.
If you’re looking for some fantastic Steampunk novels to sate your clockwerk heart, this years Steampunk Lit Extravaganza has plenty to offer (including my very own, Klockwerk Kabaret). Read on for more details.
Are you ready to rock? Have you been hanging by that unwavering thread on the band of your panties, anxiously anticipating the next release from the zombie king. Well, ladies and gentlefunk of the Zombie Radio Nation…that time is nigh.
Ladies and gentlefunk of the Jackverse, it’s time for a bit of a blog hop! If you’re not sure what that is, I’ll hip you to the gist. It’s a pass the baton blog post-athon where one author fires up a daisy chain and the next picks it up. Rinse, wash, repeat. This particular tour is fun, because it focuses on the writing process — and we all love a good process! Read on to get a peek beyond the veil.
On the heels of my last post, I thought I would give similar credence to the young women of the world, caught between that stage of being an adult and, well, not. Much of this advice comes from life itself, but also from helping a couple of young women grow from children into that scary world of autonomous living. Those two girls taught me as much as I (hopefully) taught them. But out of that mutual appreciation society, I have a few words of wisdom to share. This is not wisdom brought to you by a teen magazine or a fellow woman who has been through the same meat grinder you’ll go through as you navigate through life. This is advice from the other side of the fence — something you won’t always get. So…young women, put the selfie-cam down and read on.
I want to preface this by saying the post you are reading was prompted after my nineteen year old daughter had her heart broken by the fourth young man in a row. After a heartfelt discussion with her, about boys and men, I realized a pattern was starting to develop — not in her life, but in the lives of young men. It is that which I want to address here.
Normally, you will find me injecting humor into my posts. This particular entry will be bereft of said humor. Why? You’ll understand the “why” in a moment. But enough of introduction…
Are you looking for some up-coming smokin’ hot apocalyptic reads? Well, do I have the cure for all that ills your radioactive desire. Read on, Macduff, for the goods from the gods.
For many of you, this post won’t mean too much. For others, the headline alone will have you turning your head. Before I get into the ‘Holy Crap, Batman!” of the post, let’s step back and take a look at what has led me up to this drastic change.
Welcome to The Eat Your Heart Out event! It’s Valentines day and for those that don’t like to celebrate in the traditional, Halmarkian manner, we have an event sure to fill your blackened heart with the love of zombies, demons, vampires, and much more.
As a writer of zombie fiction, it gives me so much pleasure to know that the single most popular show on television centers around my favorite genre. When the show first started, it was an exercise in keeping a lid on my excitement. Now, it’s become an exercise in not wanting to punch the screen. How could I possibly say such things about a television show so near and dear to my heart? Let me explain…
This short story was inspired by Clive Barker’s Nightbreed. It has never been published and never seen by the eyes of the public…until now.
Last night I had a conversation with my youngest daughter (she’s 19) about being an artist. She follows very closely in my footsteps and, at her age, hasn’t quite yet wrapped her mind and heart around what it all means and why we crazy artists do what we do. The conversation was a good one to have for both parties. For her, it was a time to finally have someone tell her the truth about the soul of the artist. For me, it was a time to remind myself why I do what I do.
As you might expect, a headline like that is an appealing teaser to one who makes a living at writing zombie fiction. But that title isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. Yes, zombies are hot (thanks to Norman Reedus – I mean, The Walking Dead); and for that I am very thankful. But not every zombie was created in the image of George A. Romero. In fact, some where fashioned from a bubbling pit of brainless, fetid, offal. Those are the zombies I’m talking about now. Let’s nom on this for a bit. More >