…and we're back.

Hey. Been a little minute, eh?
Yeah. Sorry about that. I guess a got a little caught up in things.

And really, you can’t blame me for that. I mean, look around. New digs! Fancy, right? All dark and shit. My wife did it. I like it. You can find all my books here, a weird little bio I cooked up, and some bloggity stuff, like this.
There’s a part of me that really enjoys the blogging process. I like the informality of it, the little glee that comes from sitting down to write and just letting it rip, without the set parameters of a story.
There’s a larger part of me that just plain forgets to do it.
We get caught up, you see. It happens to me. I’m willing to bet it happens to you, too. Maybe not with blogging. Other things, perhaps.
We’re professionals in this family, and I know there are a lot of things I’m supposed to include in a blog. I need to talk about my projects. There need to be keywords, and my SEO has to be high, or else no one is ever going to read this thing and, pray tell, what will Google think of me then?
All this to say, you can expect some self-promotion here. It is my website, after all, and I can’t help but get excited about certain things. Like my new book, for example, which may be one of the weirdest things I’ve ever produced. That’s saying a lot.
It’s called Parham’s Field. It’s short, but as the old cigarette ads used to say, it’s tight and fully-packed.
Heh.
It’s a love story gone wrong, to put it mildly, with a smattering of Irish mythology and a bit of East Tennessee history thrown in for good measure. That by itself may not be enough to compel you to read the story, but if I go too far into it, it sounds like a friggin’ Lifetime movie.
I assure you it is anything but.
It is about what happens when you take the “contract” part of a marriage too seriously. It’s about possession. Revenge. Regret. It’s about what happens when you live in a fucked-up little town called Elders Keep.
I obviously encourage you to buy the novella, which is inexpensive, but not for a dumb reason like, “I need the money.” I write about stuff I like. All writers should. There’s something kind of nasty about “writing for the market.” Most of the market feels soulless. Of course, the people who do write for the market, some of them, are making crazy cash. Maybe I should write some book about The Girl With something or other. Maybe stick a random number in the title. The Girl With 24 Haunted Sports Bras. Yeah. That could work.
This isn’t going to be just me talking about me and my books¬†because that would be incredibly boring. I love horror movies. I love music, especially older music. I love professional wrestling. I talk about that kind of stuff a lot. I’ll be blogging about it, too.
Right now, I’m of the mind to watch the entire series of Amityville Horror movies. That would be fun for me to write, and maybe some of you would enjoy reading that. I hope so, anyway. I want you to be engaged. Leave comments. Follow me on social media. Name a writer that doesn’t want you to read their work, and I’ll show you someone who isn’t a writer.
To quote Cheap Trick, “I want you to want me.” Well, not me, personally. I am a married dude.
But maybe you could hang around for a bit. See what’s new. Talk for a while. And if the topic of conversation gets a little, well, weird, let it serve as a reminder of where you are, whose house you’re in.
Even when you’re in the brightest of lights, turn around. You’ll see the darkness.
We’ll talk later, you and I. All you have to do is show up.

P.S. My SEO is for this post is fucking terrible. 

2 Comments

  1. Cootie on March 5, 2017 at 6:01 am

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  2. Claudia on March 5, 2017 at 4:17 pm

    I am so happy you’re blogging here again! This, I can find without any effort. That’s important. I happen to be currently caught up in a months long “I don’t want to think-talk-move” kind of thing. I shudder to think what kind of huge chrysalis would be lying on my couch if I didn’t have to work to pay the bills. And of course, I now have a reason to walk to my computer.

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