Yes, I realize it’s been half a year since my last update, but I promise it’s for a good reason. I’ve been horribly busy, you see, writing sonnets and making love to many beautiful women. It’s not easy being The Most Desirable Man on Earth, but I manage. Somehow.
Fortunately, I’ve found time to pen more tales of unimaginable horror (between impregnating every Megan Fox lookalike this side of the Mississippi, of course – a guy has to have his priorities), and I have to admit, the future looks promising. Not only will my illegitimate children have amazing bone structures … I have a number of projects in the oven.
The first is an apocalyptic horror novel I’ve been shopping around, publisher to publisher. It’s called Mute, and it mixes a number of my favorite tropes. Without giving too much away, expect bloodthirsty mutants, attractive college girls, and psychic mental patients, plus a nude scene thrown in for good measure. It’s kind of like Mad Max mixed with ZA Recht’s Plague of the Dead.
The second is a horror/comedy novel loosely based on actual events. And when I say “loosely,” I mean: “Man. That cloud really looks like a UFO. Aliens must exist.” I’m still in the writing process on this one, so I’ll exercise my Fifth Amendment rights, and make you wait for a proper summary. Suffice to say, it’s crude, rude, violent, and a hell of a lot of fun to write.
The third is … well … the third isn’t much of a third. It’s more of a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth. How can that be? They’re short stories, jackass. A few have found homes and are awaiting release, while a few are still on the streets, whoring themselves out. I’m confident they’ll get snatched up eventually (because, let’s face it, I’m awesome), but at this juncture I don’t have an ETA.
With that said, I guess I’ll go back to my unsavory rock n’ roll lifestyle. Hopefully it won’t be a year ‘till my next update, but who knows? I might get in a plane crash while wrestling a zombie succubus, drown of the coast of Mexico while trying to save a paraplegic, or simply fall off a bridge. The possibilities are endless. The only thing certain is –
Ooh! What’s that shiny thing outside my window?












