Signing Off (partially)

Well, like the title of this post states, I’m sort of signing off from writing blog posts, or posting musings, or whatever you want to call it. I’ve got too many projects right now that require my complete attention. I will still publish on here when I do events and when new books are released, but the majority of my posts will stop. Thank you everyone who has been consistently reading my work and supporting me. This has been an amazing platform. Having this community be there for me has fundamentally changed my life. I wouldn’t be anywhere without your help. Here are some of the projects I’ll be working on in during this hiatus.

  1. I’m writing a screenplay for a production company that is slated to begin production in fall 2019.
  2. A self-published sequel to my debut dark fantasy novel Beware the Ills entitled This Living Cage for release at Crypticon 2019.
  3. A variety of nonfiction essays for traditional publications.
  4. A self-published collection of short stories set in the Greenland Diaries universe. It’ll be due out in fall 2020 at Crypticon.
  5. Book five in the Greenland Diaries: Days 260 – 305.

Okay, after looking at this giant list of projects I feel less guilt about not doing Monday Musings or other creative posts. This is a change for me on personal level because I’ve loved the immediacy of writing blogs, along with the instant interaction with my audience. It is leaving me feeling exposed. I will try and stay up on social media. Following me on Instagram is your best bet. There are a lot of things on the horizon. Thank you for all being a part of it.



It wanted to know why the man cared so much about it.

The man was old. He had faded hair, wrinkled skin, and an emotionless face. He was hunched over a machine turning in circles just outside the forest. The contraption made a racket. It buzzed like a sick bug. It had some sort of blade beneath its wide, metallic belly. It ground up the grass and threw it in every direction. Dust mixed with it. It hadn’t rained for days. The sun had an edge to it. Soon the song would sound from the north and he wouldn’t need to hide in the forest anymore. The devils would return to earth. They’d rise out of the shadows like dead promises.

Did any of the humans know?

The monsters hadn’t been perfect, but they had been purposeful. For years they had appeared randomly to test the human’s behaviors. They’d scare them. Attack them. Sometimes even kill them. It was all to test for their awakening on an April evening just a few years away. The humans wouldn’t know what hell had awakened. They’d be decimated beyond recognition. They’d spent years and years killing each other, ravaging the planet, and debating whether the universe was indifferent or conscious of their existence.

The monster didn’t have the time for such lofty meditations.

Instead, it memorized human behavior, even the repetitive ones of this elderly male driving in circles through the grass. A few times the monster had gotten too close to the man’s house when he was still awake at night and he’d been spotted. Luckily, his body was mixed with a perfectly shifting darkness. He had appendages, but the shadows made up most of his constitution. He had massive curved claws, which dangled down to the ground when he stood still. They were gold and would reflect every bit of light throughout the neighborhood. Streetlights would always glow off them. It liked the streetlights for some reason. It might keep them alive after the city was dead.

It didn’t know why, but it had grown fond of their presence.

There was only so much time until the humans would fall down the pecking order. How would they respond after his obscene talons carved them to pieces and recreated them in his own image? How would they do? It wanted to ask others of its kind these questions, but he was almost always alone. The other monsters were all in hiding, waiting for the song to play. He was lucky to be able to wander around this much before they were unleashed. It wasn’t an accident. Some were chosen as scouts. He felt honored.

He watched the humans trim their trees, drive across their roads, shovel their snow, play in the sun, stay out late in the night, and sneak around the park across the street. They were either constantly busy, or always staying still inside their quiet houses. Some parts of the year you would barely see them, like when the snow piled up so high he couldn’t even leave the forest’s edge. Other times like now, when the summer was in full bloom, they’d be everywhere. A few might even see him and report his presence to other humans. It didn’t matter. Nobody ever came looking for him. He was a myth, legend, and fable. He was a howl in the wind, the shadow on the door, an ache in the floor. He hated being a piece of fiction. He had to be patient. He had to wait.

He’d be real soon enough.

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