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video 2014-04-30 05:01
Back in December 2013, I noted that I wanted to change directions as far as my writing was concerned. I had some things to wrap up and see to completion, and now that everything's as well taken care of as possible I believe I can step away for a while without anyone having a nervous breakdown. I will be reachable on social media until May 5th. If you need me for anything, catch me before then. After Cinco de Mayo, I will go completely dark, and do not know when I will return. During this time, I will not be posting reviews or updates on what I'm reading, nor will I be doing promos for any of my published material. All that can wait until my return. I'll post an official "Goodbye For Now" before I vanish on May 6th that will detail what you can expect from me when I return. 
 
I think this song covers well enough the last several months of my life on the internet, and it just so happens to start with Z, so I can close out my A to Z Blogging Challenge with it as well. Don't you just love it when stuff comes together all wrapped up nice and neat with a bow on top? I know I do.
 
Until next time...
 
E.
 
"Zzyzx Rd." by Stone Sour
 
I don't know how else to put this
It's taken me so long to do this
I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight
My muscles feel like a melee
My body's curled in a U-shape
I put on my best but I'm still afraid

Propped up by lies and promises
Saving my place as life forgets
Maybe its time I saw the world

I'm only here for a while
But patience is not my style
And I'm so tired that I gotta go

What am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through

Tell me I should stick around for you
Tell me I could have it all
I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go

I get to go home in one week
But I leaving home in three weeks
They throw me a bone just to pick me dry

I'm following suit and directions
I crawl up inside for protection
I'm told what to do and I don't know why

I'm over existing in limbo
I'm over the myths and placebos
I don't really mind if I just fade away

I'm ready to live with my family
I'm ready to die in obscurity
'Cause I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
You still don't think I'm going see this through

Tell me I'm a part of history
Tell me I can have it all
I'm still to tired to care and I gotta go

Oh yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Still too tired to care and I gotta go
Still too tired to care and I gotta go
Still too tired to care and I gotta go

Yeah, yeah

Still to tired to care and I gotta go

Go home

Still to tired to care and I gotta go

Yeah yeah

Still to tired to care and I gotta go
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text 2014-04-29 00:26
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text 2014-04-27 07:26
Wistful
wist·ful
ˈwistfəl
adjective
 
  1. 1.
    having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing.
    "a wistful smile"
     
    Each of us has a time in our lives or a series of events with which we can look back on and say, "Man, those were the good old days," but I'd hazard a guess that most of us were not aware we were creating those points of reference while in the moment. Sure, sometimes we stop and think, "I'm never going to forget this," yet we rarely busy our minds with what might be when the now has our full attention. 
     
    I can honestly say that, without a doubt, I will look back on 2013/2014 wistfully. It's not that I see my good days ending, or even waning, but, sometimes, I think, "It can't get much better than this."
     
    Ten years ago, I was a homeless alcoholic. Nine years ago, I was addicted to narcotic pain medication. Less than five years ago, I smoked like a chimney in a forest fire. Last October, I was fifty pounds heavier and borderline diabetic. 
     
    Writing has changed my life for the better, yet I still consider my career a hobby. I fear that the moment writing becomes a job I'll lose the magic. I don't wanna grow up, nor do I wanna be a real boy. I want to tell my stories, and I want people to read them. If I can pay my bills while I'm at it, it's all gravy, baby. And, since this time last year, I've been doing just that.
     
    So, yes, I see myself looking back on this year wistfully. Because, even if things continue to get better instead of worse, I will always remember the last 365 days as the year when everything changed. My success is not solely my own, though. The responsible parties/events are as follows: my wonderful friends and fans, my dedicated family, the professional relationships I've built over the past four years, selling the film option for CRUELTY, and a huge spoonful of Right Place/Right Time. Oh, and CRAWL. I don't think anyone thought that short book was going to do as well as it has, including me. I appreciate each and every person who has read, is currently reading, or is planning to read one of my books. Without you, Dear Readers, I'm nothing more than a madman talking to his computer screen. Thanks for a wonderful year. Whatever I can do to repay you, just ask.
     
    Below you will find a list of people who've changed my life for the better. Some had tinsy-tiny roles, and some played epic parts, Not everyone will be here, but I'm sure you know who you are and what you did:
     
    Chelle, Autumn, Chris
    David Antrobus
    Jeff Brackett
    Linton Bowers
    JD Mader
    Jo-Anne Teal
    Al Kunz
    Nikki Howard
    Charlene Cocrane
    Paul Elard Cooley
    Pep Kay
    James Newman
    Kealan Patrick Burke
    Neil Gaiman
    Eli Roth
    Frank Darabont
    Dot
    Mom
    Uma
    Everyone at Red Adept Publishing
    And, most importantly, carrot juice.
     
    Until next time,
     
    E.
     
     
     
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review 2014-04-27 02:26
IT CAME FROM HELL AND SMASHED THE ANGELS Review
It Came From Hell and Smashed the Angels - Gregor Xane

Gregor Xane is currently one of my favorite indie authors. I had a blast with SIX DEAD SPOTS, and couldn't wait to get my hands on this one. 

 

IT CAME FROM HELL AND SMASHED THE ANGELS is an original tale that is far too short but still manages to pack one hell of a punch. Several witty lines caught my attention, like "A carpet of bikers," and the simile regarding an old lady fainting. Xane has a knack for delivering powerful visuals while maintaining an economy of words. He's also a confusing son of a biscuit eater. Even though this story is only fourteen Kindle pages long, I had to discuss the ending with a friend before writing this review. As with SIX DEAD SPOTS, Xane doesn't hold the reader's hand. This is intelligent fiction with a splash of horror, gore, and bizarro that should please hardcore and casual readers alike.

 

The writing here is all aces, folks - a flawless read. I applaud Xane for his attention to the technical details. I'm gonna have to go with only four stars, though, because the segues in this piece are nonexistent. Xane jumps willy-nilly from one thing to another, and that gives the story a disjointed feel. Maybe a few more words tacked onto the word count could have smoothed out the transitions, but this is simply me being nit-picky.

 

In a Sumerian... in summation... whatever: IT CAME FROM HELL AND SMASHED THE ANGELS is a quick and brutal read from an author who really should write and publish more. I can think of far worse ordeals than being stuck on a deserted island with an ereader filled with Gregor Xane titles. Grab this one for free on Amazon then buy SIX DEAD SPOTS. If you're disappointed in either one, you and I probably can't be friends anymore. Just sayin'... 

 

 

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text 2014-04-24 20:50
Vested

A few moments ago, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about how one author skirted editing her book by having fifty people beta read for her. To clarify, she paid no one for their services. Her argument? She was broke. My buddy said, "She did what she had to do." To which I responded, "No, she did what she wanted to do." She didn't have to publish without professional editing, but she did so anyway because she couldn't afford an editor. Hell, some authors (you know who you are) don't even bother with beta readers, let alone professional editing services, and end up publishing their first drafts. Of course, you all know I don't agree with that mindset, but you may not know where I stand concerning using beta readers as your one and only line of defense when publishing.

 

Before we start, I'd like to note that the author mentioned above, the one who used the fifty beta readers, was quite successful. I would also have you remember that Stephenie Meyer is a millionaire because of Twilight. If you see nothing wrong with that, you'll probably want to skip the rest of this post.

 

First argument: Authors who use beta readers as editors are the reason why most beta readers don't know what their jobs entail. A beta read covers story only, and should be done before any editing, whatsoever, begins. Beta readers are there to point out plot holes and character inconsistencies, as well as other story line issues. An author uses them before editing so that the writer doesn't double work themselves. Why would you edit something you're not going to use in the final draft? See my point now? Maybe not, so let's move on.

 

Second argument: Some will disagree with this point but I've known it to be true far more than false. Paying for editing means the editor you've employed has a vested interest in the work. I know from my experience with hospital work that paid employees usually work harder than volunteers, and are normally better trained. Now, I will not argue that there are exceptions to this rule, because I've know quite a few volunteers that all-around kick ass, but they are the minority, sorry to say. Final caveat to this second argument is that I also understand that not all paid editors are created equal, that some are scam artists or unprofessional or borderline brain-damaged. Just because you're paying someone doesn't mean you'll get the best service possible, but it sure helps the odds.

 

Third argument: Selling a piece of work that you yourself didn't want to put money into is a craptastic move if ever there was such a thing. Out of principle alone, I do not buy an author's work if I know that they've somehow skirted paying professionals to work on their project. In other words, if you don't believe enough in your work to give it the best possible attention, I don't believe I'm interested in what you have to say.

 

Final argument: Yes, there are people out there who can build an entire house by themselves, and that's fine, but I wouldn't live in that house. That's my prerogative. If I were to design my own abode, I would want the following: an architect (the author) someone to pour the foundation (beta readers), another group to finish construction of the home (line editors), and, finally, a home inspector to check all work (proofreaders). As with every professional construction project, the architect is there throughout to make sure the final work fits their vision. Some people hire one person to fill numerous roles, (editors who provide content editing for an additional fee, and if they're capable of such, good on them, but I wouldn't trust one that wasn't getting paid extra for such an immense task) but overloading one person is never good business practice. Why overwork one when you can split the job between two and receive a second completely unique viewpoint on you hard work?

 

In summation: It is possible to edit your own work, but the odds that the final product will be of any quality is roughly the same as finding a diamond secreted in your anal cavity. I suppose it could happen, but mostly you're left digging in your own ass. I hope this has helped someone out there. Until next time...

 

E.

 

 

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