Real terror.

My new manuscript has been properly formatted. The new official author picture has been snapped.

Hey, baby.

Marketing plans have been laid out, more or less. And the book has been sent out to a select group of beta readers, looking for errors that Cootie or I may have missed.

It’s funny. I write horror stories, I review horror movies, I have lived a life pretty much devoted to that genre. This is one of the few times I have personally known real terror.

Bear with me. I’m making a point.

First of all, this isn’t a scary book. It’s a book about Tarot cards. You could call it a reinterpretation of the classic deck. I’ve taken each individual card, given the characters on them a back story and declared the deck to be its own little world.

I call it Tarotsphere.

It is designed to be a fun book, with some insight along the way, for those who choose to pick up on it. Mixing humor and inspiration is a difficult task, especially when you hate inspirational writing like I do.

Chicken Soup for the Soul, it ain’t.

Tarotsphere is different from anything I’ve ever written, with the exception of that weird little piece I did for our spiritual blog, where I completely made up a method of divination using armpit hair instead of the regular scrying tools (gazing balls, I Ching sticks, etc.). It got more hits than any other piece on the blog, probably because of the hairy pit pic of Amanda Fucking Palmer. Well, who wouldn’t click on that?

Amanda’s hotter’n dammit.

The book is just about ready to go. And that, dear friends, is where the terror sets in.

We’re hoping to shove the thing up onto the Kindle store in October. I’ve gotten no response from my beta team yet. I don’t know what kind of reaction I’m going to get from the worldwide neo-Pagan community, professional diviners and the like. It may cause a small controversy. It may fall to the bottom of the cauldron with nary a thud. There’s just no way to tell until Tarotsphere comes out how it will be received.

Oh, it’s terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.

It’s my first long book. It’s only a hundred pages, but that’s exponentially larger than the ten to fifteen pages I’m used to pounding out for a short story anthology. In my world, Tarotsphere is a goddamned opus. I’m proud of it. I’m kind of amazed I finished it. And I want the world to see it. I think it’s funny. I like it.

I’m biased.

And I’m scared.

This is like pushing your baby out of an airplane. I hope I packed the parachute right. I hope it lands correctly. It’s mine. I want it to do well.

But, as Mitch Easter once said, “No guarantees in the Western world.”

I hope you guys buy Tarotscope when it comes out. It will only cost you around four bucks for an e-copy. And I would really like you to drop me a line and let me know what you think. I’m easy to find. Twitter is your best bet. My contact information is around here somewhere. I like talking to people.

Until then, I’ll be watching shitty horror movies. Biting my nails. Gritting my teeth. Watching and waiting. I’ll be totally transfixed with existential terror.

And, masochistically, I’ll be enjoying every second of it.

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Real horror.

“I am the Grim Reaper!”

“Darling, there’s a man at the door… he’s saying something about the Reaping! I don’t think we need any!”

— Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life

Ah, yes. The Reaping.

We all know it’s coming, one way or another. Somewhere, just around the corner, something is waiting to settle the score.

“There will be a day of reckoning! A totaling of sums. And a snapping of necks. And you can count yourself among the damned.”

–Sealab 2021

Who is coming for you, dear ones? What have you done? What did you trade? What was so precious to you, so alluring, that you had to have it, regardless of the cost? Or does “reaping” mean something different to you entirely? After all, at the end, we’re all collected in a way, aren’t we?

I’m proud to be a part of this anthology from Siren’s Call Publishing, Now I Lay Me Down to Reap. Filled with thought-provoking and frightening tales of reaping, in all its myriad shapes and forms, this book was created specifically to unsettle. It exists only to terrify and make one shift uncomfortably in wonder and fear.

Own it now for Kindle or in physical form through Smashwords.

Words to learn and sing. And buy. Legally.

Since this is my writer’s blog, where I am to discuss things I write and other things of a literary nature, I figure I should tell those of you who are interested parties where you can purchase my work. I’m a writer, after all, and I would love to be able to discuss my work with you. This means you have to buy a couple books. After all, I already know what I wrote. I can sing them all in my sleep. This disturbs the neighbors.

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