formatting today

I have been hard at work formatting the book.

I look at the clock and without counting the brief walk my wife and i had to go get an ice cream, I've been at it for twelve hours.

A good day.

I've moved all of my stories into a word processor in order to do this.

I lost a LOT of formatting along the way.

Paragraphs needed to be redone and all of my italics are gone.

That's alright.

I've got two months to finish.

I'm at 62,860 words and I have yet to write an introduction and an outro.

I just spent five minutes looking up the word: "outroduction" just to be sure.

This is not a word, but Intro and Introduction are.

English... You wastrel.

So.

Book.

Ah yes.

Stay tuned.

It's gonna have pizzazz.

That's more Z than a lumberjack.

Superior Respondent

Just finished a little novelette, Superior Respondent.
It's 9181 words and a little long for the short story book, but I will put it at the back, so all is well.
Feels good to bang that guy out.
It's been brewing in me for a couple of years.

New word count

Alright, my word count is up to 47,950. That's half as long as my full length novel but long enough for a short story collection.

The problem remains that I would like to keep adding to it to finish strong with at least 15,000 more words. I hope to achieve that in the next fifteen days before I must start the editing process.

Fifteen days!?! Eeek!

I hope I can pull this one off.

"Dipping The Green" Excerpt

Here is some text from a story called "Dipping The Green" by me coming up in the new book.


"In the deep time of of the cosmos, the eons that pass over and wash the skies clean of stars every morning, there is a longing, a thirst, a hunger for the push of anything countable. In the spaces that men know, the moments that we hold of value and the seconds that make up our minutes, there is the fallacy that we call this time indeed. Time is an uncounted thing, a large rough beast that comes in unwanted and unheeded to our lives and tramples us to dust nonresistant to our pleas and supplications. A distant and angry god, not to be forgotten."

Tugg and Hezzy return

Tugg and Hezzy return in their own short story in my newest book: Sometimes I Write Tiny Stories. You may remember them as two of the wonderful and heart-warming characters from my full length novel: By the Gates of the Garden of Eden. Well... Maybe they were just there as comic relief, but no matter, here they are again in their own adventure!

Don't forget to keep this blog bookmarked for new updates on the book! It is scheduled to be on sale this Christmas!

Here is a quick tease from the short story.

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Down to the Lake

Part One

Tugg and Hezzy were almost to their 75 mile mark at the bai when things took a turn for the worse. It was July in the Congo and it was only 73°F but with the 100% humidity you would have never known it. Working their way through the forest with the camera crew had proved to be the worst thing they had ever agreed to. Slogging behind as usual, getting stuck everywhere, the whole crew was tired and grumpy.

“Jeezmani Crispers!” Hezzy called out to Moise as he almost dropped one of the equipment bags in the water. “Be careful you nimwit!”

“Ce serait bien si vous ne l'auriez pas trouvé un tel endroit stupide pour vous traverser idiot!” Moise shot back at him, glaring.

“Oh idiot am I? Let’s remember who’s the dummy in tha show why don’t we?” He jerked his thumb back at Tugg and gave a sharp laugh.

“C'est suffisant. On est tout aussi stupide que l'autre.” Moise laughed and climbed out of the river. Christian and Emmanuel were next with more equipment and then Tugg, climbing up on the bank, as smooth as a cat.

“What was that all about?” He asked Hezzy.

“Nothing.” Hezzy smiled at Moise, “Mossy called yeh a dummy, but I got yer back pardner.” Moise, Christian and Emmanuel looked around nervously.

“Sure you do.” Tugg smiled. “Allons avant le mannequin tombe.” He said to the men. They all laughed.

“Hey!” Hezzy said, “What’d you say?”

“Hurry up before the dummy falls in.” Tugg said.

It was a joke, maybe.


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911 Challenge

Hey there faithful audience. Soon in my country people will be waving their flags and showing support for a cause. I believe the cause is larger than one flag or one country. I made this. Maybe we can spark a new revolution. Hopefully this will catch on. I'm going to do it. #911Challenge