A Priest, a cop and a General of Hell gather for a pending invasion in America's only preternatural concentration camp. Just for giggles God throws an Archangel in the mix.
Welcome to Claremont Research and Containment Facility .......
Yes they do have and Exorcism Response Team, for when that pesky demon is to much for the regular line staff to deal with........
Thats a brief look into Keepers,....... work is going well.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Keepers...
The Novel (must be said with emphasis!) now has a name. I'm about six chapters in and the words are flowing pretty easily.
I'm having an ecstatic time listening to these amazing characters whisper their stories into my brain. of course this is the honeymoon stage, creating the first draft. let's see if I'm still enamored during the fourth revision when they want to change things.....
On the flip side I'm casually scanning around for an artist. I really want to find someone with visceral in your face style. I'm wanting to create a DIY/ Indie comic, adult themed horror, have the script ready just need to find the right one to bring it to life.
Autumn Painted Red is ready for release, all the contributors approved the final draft and its off to be printed and e booked & such.
Boston was an eye opening experience and I've recently done a Huge amount of self assessment. it's time to move forward and make things happen. Mentors are great, when you find the right one. You can depend on that type of guidance completely. You have to be willing to take risks and make things happen.
Pave your own fucking roads and such. I think I'm perfectly suited for kicking down doors and making people read at gun point.
I'm having an ecstatic time listening to these amazing characters whisper their stories into my brain. of course this is the honeymoon stage, creating the first draft. let's see if I'm still enamored during the fourth revision when they want to change things.....
On the flip side I'm casually scanning around for an artist. I really want to find someone with visceral in your face style. I'm wanting to create a DIY/ Indie comic, adult themed horror, have the script ready just need to find the right one to bring it to life.
Autumn Painted Red is ready for release, all the contributors approved the final draft and its off to be printed and e booked & such.
Boston was an eye opening experience and I've recently done a Huge amount of self assessment. it's time to move forward and make things happen. Mentors are great, when you find the right one. You can depend on that type of guidance completely. You have to be willing to take risks and make things happen.
Pave your own fucking roads and such. I think I'm perfectly suited for kicking down doors and making people read at gun point.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
A Punk Grows Up
Over the past few months I've noticed a huge surge in nostalgia toward those years of my youth, in which I attacked the WORLD/ NORMALCY/ STATUS QUO / SHIT EVERYTHING with the venom and anger that could only find brethren in the Punk Scene.
I have savored watching movies like, The Other F Word, American Hardcore and many others popping up to remind me just how fucking old I've gotten. I'm watching old footage of Black Flag circa 1980's Cali, seeing these beautiful boys and girls rampage......and it hits me...........I'VE TURNED INTO THE FUCKING ESTABLISHMENT......... e gads.......I was never supposed to get this old.
Honestly I'm not that bitter. The years have given me the wisdom and resilience to focus my rage and turn it into a motivating force. I wouldn't be the animal that I am if it hadn't been for those brief years of resentment induced freedom.
Watching the footage from those films, I see we've all gotten a little grayer, a little more hesitant to strike out at those around of. Hell, some of us have grown a conscience.
Occasionally we old punks run into each other at school functions, the grocery store or at work. Sometimes the shirts slip revealing some ink. Maybe you've got a small PennyWise or Bad Brains sticker on your family car.
Just another step on the journey. I've got kids of my own, and they get a huge kick outta the pictures of me with purple hair. This entire rant is just a nod and a thank you to those who reveled in the music, the art, the written word of that experience. A brief look back to those who didn't make it out. A hell yeah to those of us that infiltrated and took over.
But, I swear.....if I hear Adolescents or SSD on a classic rock station....I will come at you with a machete......
I have savored watching movies like, The Other F Word, American Hardcore and many others popping up to remind me just how fucking old I've gotten. I'm watching old footage of Black Flag circa 1980's Cali, seeing these beautiful boys and girls rampage......and it hits me...........I'VE TURNED INTO THE FUCKING ESTABLISHMENT......... e gads.......I was never supposed to get this old.
Honestly I'm not that bitter. The years have given me the wisdom and resilience to focus my rage and turn it into a motivating force. I wouldn't be the animal that I am if it hadn't been for those brief years of resentment induced freedom.
Watching the footage from those films, I see we've all gotten a little grayer, a little more hesitant to strike out at those around of. Hell, some of us have grown a conscience.
Occasionally we old punks run into each other at school functions, the grocery store or at work. Sometimes the shirts slip revealing some ink. Maybe you've got a small PennyWise or Bad Brains sticker on your family car.
Just another step on the journey. I've got kids of my own, and they get a huge kick outta the pictures of me with purple hair. This entire rant is just a nod and a thank you to those who reveled in the music, the art, the written word of that experience. A brief look back to those who didn't make it out. A hell yeah to those of us that infiltrated and took over.
But, I swear.....if I hear Adolescents or SSD on a classic rock station....I will come at you with a machete......
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Learning the Hardway
For most of my life I've been that person that has to learn things the hard way.
I'm not sure if it's because I refuse to accept defeat OR I still walk through life thinking most people can't really be all that bad.
For the first time in my "writing" life, I was forced to confront the fact that some people may not be helping you out or working with you, out of the kindness of their hearts.
This doesn't mean that I can't conquer and overcome, it doesn't mean I won't continue to write and publish. It's just a tiny set back in a profession full of rejection and discourse.
I learned something this past week, there is always another way to chase success. If you can attain it once, you can run it down, beat it over the head and claim it again.
Work on the novel is going slowly, I've had a lot to process and think over the last few days. No matter what obstacles other throw, I can't and won't lose my love of the craft and my eternal passion for the story.
I'm not sure if it's because I refuse to accept defeat OR I still walk through life thinking most people can't really be all that bad.
For the first time in my "writing" life, I was forced to confront the fact that some people may not be helping you out or working with you, out of the kindness of their hearts.
This doesn't mean that I can't conquer and overcome, it doesn't mean I won't continue to write and publish. It's just a tiny set back in a profession full of rejection and discourse.
I learned something this past week, there is always another way to chase success. If you can attain it once, you can run it down, beat it over the head and claim it again.
Work on the novel is going slowly, I've had a lot to process and think over the last few days. No matter what obstacles other throw, I can't and won't lose my love of the craft and my eternal passion for the story.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
8 Days till Boston
Looking at just eight days till I'm Boston bound.
I have to decide if I'm going to stop working on the novel and do some research on an anthology I was asked to participate in.
The wonderful thing about this project is, I get to make werewolves back into flesh ripping monsters. This amazing archetype has dissolved into little more than puppy fluff of what it used to be.
My mission as a writer is to bring back the terror, give the monsters back their fangs and taste for destruction.
Something to think over as I start packing.
I have to decide if I'm going to stop working on the novel and do some research on an anthology I was asked to participate in.
The wonderful thing about this project is, I get to make werewolves back into flesh ripping monsters. This amazing archetype has dissolved into little more than puppy fluff of what it used to be.
My mission as a writer is to bring back the terror, give the monsters back their fangs and taste for destruction.
Something to think over as I start packing.
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