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I live just outside Memphis, Tennessee. I've written a handful of books: Anywhere But Here, Ghost Reveries, and The Other.

Friday, December 20, 2013



I have no idea what scribd is.
None. At all. I got an email from Smashwords that said they partnered up with Scribd. So I took a look.

I still have no idea what scribd is.
I managed to upload Ghost Reveries to it without fucking anything up.

Then I took another look around.
I still have no idea what scribd is.

Apparently they're a library that sells books. I figured I'd look and see what their HST selection looked like. They didn't have any you could borrow. But you could buy, say, a digital version of Hell's Angels for two dollars more than Amazon is charging.

I still have no idea what scribd is.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Old comic stuff.

Way back in the day I had delusions that getting into comics wouldn't be that hard. It turns out it's pretty hard.
I spent a lot of time trying to put together a few awful comics until I finally figured out that I can't draw. That was okay, though. I learned some things and walked away with a newfound respect for the guys who actually can.
These are a few old things I found sitting on an external hd.

Sexy Motherfucker of Snuff fame, being all creepy and shit.
Ken from The Other, also being all creepy and shit.
Ken again. I have no idea what the context is.
I know the context here. Ken about to Hulk Smash his boss.
Aftermath of said Smashing.
The Other.
This just disturbs the shit out of me. Not sure of the context.
Ken's Hulk Smash scene.

Another version of The Other. I actually like this more than I like the current cover. Hmm.

Well, that's all for now. I think I've embarrased myself enough tonight.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Fuck Love Burn Bridges

That's the title of the new book I'm working on.
Got the idea while I was looking through old drawings I'd done as a kid and found a picture of an old superhero (or something) I created in like, fourth grade. I never could find anywhere to put the guy, even in the colossal clusterfuck that was the Omni creation process.

What was Omni? The greatest superhero thing ever, dreamed up by my boy Kenn Snipes. For about two years or so, we worked at fleshing it out, trying to turn it in to a comic book series. All told, it would have wound up taking decades to flesh out.

It never worked. Mostly because I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but also because we had no one to help with the art. We'd get people interested and something would fall through. Artists would flake out. (It would be the first of two projects that I tried to collaborate with strangers on; the second was a video game that also went nowhere) It's hard to find the right people to do things. It's even harder to find people willing to work for free. As one guy told me, "Enthusiasm doesn't pay the bills."

 It was a long process that was marked by insane flashes of creativity. It helped me through what might have been the darkest years of my life by giving me a goal to work towards.

Even better, it taught me how to write. I didn't have much going on besides alcoholism and pills at the time, but dreaming up Omni adventures showed me that I could build worlds, populate them with people, and have a blast doing it.

Omni didn't work out, but maybe it succeeded anyway. I'm relatively sober. I'm in a good place mentally and physically. I'm in love with my art, and the books have given me something to work on, something to keep me going when I'm depressed, something to keep me occupied when I'd rather be wrecked. No matter how bad things get, how much the world feels like it's closing in and is about to crush me, I think about all those fucking words I still have to put down and I'm able to ride it out.

It was hard to let Omni go, and maybe one day I'll revisit it with a series of novels (if Kenn and I can ever sit down and talk about that). Until then, I've got a lot of work to do.
Not the official art. Still looks better than the Slash cover.