B. Stiff Is Back!

Wow, I really left you guys hanging, huh? Well, I’m back. Every once in a while, when you get too comfortable, a metaphorical semi blasts through your living room. You try to clean up after it as best you can, but then a bunch of monsters hop out the back. You try to sell them on the idea of attacking your neighbors and not your family (sorry) but their laser rifles are honed in on your loved ones and they know the layout of your house so you know they’ve been sent specifically for you so in the end (still just a metaphor) you lose everything you thought you had. In the aftermath, when you feel like a ghost drifting through a desolate landscape littered with the memories of the man you once were, you turn to old issues of the Punisher because you know that’s what you have to become if you want to survive. Survival demands you keep moving, and it doesn’t hand out rewards, only duties.

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My metaphor went off the shit-end of the stick, but what I’m trying to say is that I’m going to be writing a lot more for you guys in 2017. But 2016 wasn’t as much of a bust as it looked like! Even while struggling against horrors that no reasonable universe would ever ask anyone to face, I still wrote the third Heavy Metal Thunder book. It won’t be available until the wizards at Cubus Games finish the ritual that turns it into an app, but I’ve done my part. (I’m sure they also want to complete Frankenstein Wars first.) I also knocked out a couple of scripts for your enjoyment, if you’re interested: Phoenix and HUMAN.EXE.

I almost forgot, I also made part of an old-school RPG for you guys, too! You can read about it or even download it HERE.

See? 2016 wasn’t so bad, now, was it?

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As for 2017, not only do I want to finish Demonworld Book 7: The Demon War (finally!), but I also want to write a historical fiction novel. How crazy is that? I have a particular man and a particular era in mind, and I’ve been doing more research than ten professors melted down and squeezed together into one super-professor. I had a few intense dreams, too, where I would see things from that character’s perspective, and would even wake up crying! Pretty overwhelming stuff! So I think my muse is telling me that this person’s story needs to be told. Don’t worry – it’s going to be entertaining as hell!

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So let’s beat the hell out of 2017! We’ll slay one day after another, but we’ll let one day live so that it can run to 2018 and give a garbled, tearful, whiny warning.

“Beware! Beware the B. Stiff!!!”

Demonworld 6 Now Available for Pre-Order!

Good news everyone! Demonworld Book Six: The Love of Tyrants is finally available for pre-order! Official release is on January 27th, 2016. But don’t wait until then! Those pre-order sales work Amazon’s ranking magic in my favor. Every pre-order sale helps initiate an alchemical process  that’s famous for turning struggling artists into living legends capable of shooting lightning, crapping molten magma, and flying while holding their breath!

 

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The sixth installment in the Demonworld epic follows Wodan as he visits the holy land of Srila. It’s about twice as long as a normal novel, and takes the story in a wild direction while revealing lots of stuff about the past. It’s the most intense Demonworld yet.

 

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I hope you enjoy it. Click here to see the book at Amazon, or click here to see my author page with all of my work that’s worth reading.

Remember, the first Demonworld book is free!

 

Hoodel Gibbens Free Giveaway!

I’ll keep this short and sweet because I know your time is the most valuable substance in the universe.

My ridiculous experimental book The Lifes and Times of Hoodel Gibbens is available for FREE today on Amazon. Don’t stop to consider the options – just click away because every click helps little Hoodel survive!

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The Publishing World Breaks Down in a Terrifying Alchemical Ritual

For over a thousand years decent writers were denied entry into their rightful estate by the established publication houses. I saw the bodies stacked in great heaps, their faces stretched out and frozen in mute horror at the idea that they would be forced to work in fast food brothels, bent over and grateful that they would be allowed to survive… but never, ever published. A jizzillion blog posts have already been written about the overthrow of the publishing houses and the rise of the independent elite. Superbeings are making money hand over fist writing for the Kindle, the Nook, the Dapper Device, the Rotating Electro-Spindle, and the new Tesla Text Distributor, but this is well-known by now so I won’t dwell on that.

What I will dwell on is something I’ve been reading lately, a serial by Winston Emerson called The Object. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Even though it includes the arrival of a mysterious structure over Louisville, Kentucky, the important thing to remember is that it’s a “human condition” story in the vein of speculative fiction. It’s pretty awesome, and very addictive. If you’re even just vaguely aware that there are independent authors out there making entertaining stuff without the help of huge publishing bureaucratic conglomerates, then you need to check out The Object!

The serial chapters can be read on Winston’s blog HERE and the collected chapters can be found on Amazon HERE.