Feast your eyes on this!

Just got this in and wanted to share.  Here is a draft of the cover of my forthcoming novel.  wOOt!! I must say it wasn’t what I expected but I definitely dig it.




It’s almost that time…

In just a manner of a few short weeks, ‘Night Shall Overtake’ will be available for your reading enjoyment.  Nick at Black Bed Sheet Books is hard at work putting the finishing touches on the cover and interior.   Am I excited?  You bet your sweet ass I am.  While you wait for my masterpiece, check out the side bar of my blog and click the Black Bed Sheets link.  I guarantee you will find some fantastic literature there,

Speaking of fantastic literature,  check out my friend and amazing indie author G.S. Wright.  He’s just come out with another in his wildly imaginative steampunk series ‘Apocalypse Witch’.  Check it out HERE.  You can also visit his blog here.  Just do it, you’ll be a better person for it.

Don’t forget that also nestled along the sidebar are previous episodes of my radio show The Headphone Bleed.  Last week was the very popular 80’s edition where I played a lot of hidden gems and great hidden songs.  I am looking for requests for an upcoming episode.  Not just requests, but songs with meanings, memories, and personal stories behind it.  So if you have a song that has importance to you, email me at funkyhorror42@yahoo.com. It can be anonymous or a long distance dedication. I would love to play the song and share your story, but I can’t do it with out you.  Listen to the show live every Saturday night at 9pm (CST).

Remember kids: stay in school, don’t drink and drive, and This. IS. SPARTAAAA!

A little dose of ‘Night Shall Overtake’

I’ve just a few updates and then a small treat.

First off, I am happy to announce that my story ‘Possession’ will be published in the upcoming issue of Shadows & Light magazine. You can look for it this July in both digital and print at Amazon.  Everything I ever read in this collaborative anthology has been excellent, so it feels pretty good that  my story was accepted. This is the first short story that I’ve had published and I’m pretty excited about that as well.  It’s taken me a few (okay maybe more than a few) years to get to a point where I think my writing is worth a damn, and then a few more to get off my ass and put it out there.  A testament to things happening when you actually try.  Sitting around and hoping isn’t nearly as productive as actually putting forth the effort.

Secondly I have posted last Saturday’s radio show on the sidebar of the blog.  (Look to your right and scroll down)  I love doing live radio but it would be nice to have the show available anytime.  Every week will be a new show so stay tuned.  Now you have soundtrack while reading this humble little blog, or whatever internet perusing you are doing.  And, as always, catch the real thing every Saturday night at The Headphone Bleed. (For those of you who have yet to experience my weekly live show, it’s two hours of celebrating great music while I attempt you tell lame jokes and talk about whatever.)

Next month my novel, Night Shall Overtake, will be coming out.  And as such, I thought it might be nice to give you a little taste of what is to come.  There is great pride in writing those words ‘my novel…will be coming out’ and even greater pride in being able to share it with everybody.  Enjoy.

Insert fanfare and rejoicing here.

Insert fanfare and rejoicing here.


excerpt from Night Shall Overtake

**This part of town began the outskirts of hopelessness. Just beyond it lie the warrens of nightmares and fiends that terrified even those things that go bump in the night. In this dirty and dangerous urban outpost sat a bar. To call it a dive would imply that it could still get worse. It was a home for the outcast and despondent, as well as the desperate, especially the desperate. Invisible tensions brewed in the air, the occupants brewed with it, just waiting for the resulting explosion. Outside the dingy little bar the night was warm and humid and faint sounds of a ruckus could be heard. A stumbling drunk emerged from the dark street and clumsily staggered by as he concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. He passed unaware of the sounds of strife until the dented and paint chipped door flew open and forcefully knocked him down. The dim light from inside spilled out onto the street as a man spilled out with it and landed hard on the worn and crumbling sidewalk.

“What is your problem?” the man yelled while trying to stand up as a short blonde woman tried to kick at him.

“You’re an asshole, that’s the problem,” she yelled right back. She grabbed at his red flannel shirt but he scrambled just out of her reach.

“Oh, I’m the asshole? You’re the one who is messing around behind my back,” he accused her. Inside the bar patrons were calling out encouragements for the woman to kick him in various parts of his anatomy.

“You know full well what you did, you and your little bitch friend.” The woman hissed quietly. “I know what you two are planning, or should I say what she is planning for you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he nervously twisted at his unfortunate mustache knowing full well what she meant.

“That’s the problem with you Richard; you are great at coming up with ideas but too gutless to act them out.” She turned to enter the bar again but he found his feet and grabbed her arm.

“Wait.” He realized it was a mistake as soon as he did it; three large shapes filled the doorway.

“Let her go, man. It’s not worth it,” a guttural voice told him.

“Step back inside here,” another one coaxed, “I want to finish kicking your ass.” Richard looked up and down the dark street. He knew then that he had lost control of the entire situation. All his carefully laid plans and all the allies he had worked so hard to make were in jeopardy.

“Janae, listen. Let’s just talk about this, maybe I overreacted. I was just upset when I found out you were seeing someone else, we can talk about this.” He tried again in a quieter tone.

“Overreacted? It’s like a western saloon fight in there because of you. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out how dispensable I am to you?” From inside the sound of crashes and barroom violence wafted out. “Go to hell, I’m done with you.” The finality in which she said it convinced him of her sincerity. It was because of that sincerity he became more conflicted than before.

“But what about all we put together?   The plan?” he whined.

“Like I said, you can come up with ideas, you just can’t execute them. Maybe it’s time someone actually did something about it.” They stood there for a moment just staring at each other before Richard stepped back and turned on his heel. He knew he was out gunned and if he didn’t leave soon, he probably wasn’t going to live much longer. Finding Meredith is top priority now, she’d know what to do. As he disappeared down the dark street she watched him go and sighed. With all her talk, she felt a little lost as he walked away. It was a fleeting feeling as she sensed the darkness around the door shudder and a vaguely human shaped shadow emerged into the light of the doorway.

“It’s time,” it whispered to her. “We should go.” Another Shade appeared on her other side. Janae looked at them both and put her chin up.

“You’re right. It’s time to make this ours.” She spread her arms out, “We’ll make this all ours.” Together, the three of them walked in the opposite direction and disappeared into their own darkness. Unseen by all of them was another shape hidden, inexplicably, in the dark. It had been there the whole time watching delightedly. It hadn’t planned for tonight’s actions to happen, but cheered that he could at least be a part of it. Yellow-red eyes blinked into existence and stepped forward. The silhouette emerged around them, a hulking and over-muscled outline of hell.

“Good, they are all inside.” Sharp pointed teeth emerged in an evil smile as it stepped into the street and faced the seedy bar. The creature reveled in perverse glee at all the chaos he was about to create. He looked down at the drunk that lay unknown and forgotten from where he had fallen. Our sprawling inebriate had watched the events impassively until he saw the demon emerge. His pants grew warm and wet but it went unnoticed. The demon could smell the fear and urine and it only made him smile larger. “I suggest you go.” At the words, the man scrambled to his feet and bounded away suddenly much more sober than before. He didn’t see the demon’s dance-like movements or hear the muttered words but he did see the street briefly light up around him with an orange light, and felt a hot wind out-race him. He refused to look back; he refused to do anything but keep running.**


Stay tuned for more updates as the big day gets closer.

Remember kids: Stay in school, don’t drink and drive, and if you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.