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Now Available – "Secondhand Coffin"

 
"Secondhand Coffin" – A new ghost story by David Michael!
 
A coffin isn't always a final destination. It certainly wasn't for Lacey. Murdered, Lacey spends her days as the unseen occupant of a showroom coffin. At night, though, when the lid is closed, she is once again wrapped in a rug and covered with cement, reliving the horror of her death. Until the night another body is dropped into her coffin. (2500-word short story)
 
 
 




"Secondhand Coffin" Edition


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I Like Publishing

 
I do! I do!
 
I like getting manuscripts ready and formatting them for the different services. I like uploading and announcing. Editing, designing, maintaining …
 
I wouldn't go so far as to say publishing is fun. But I do enjoy it.
 
Here's a sneak peak of what's coming out soon:
 

 
The first two should be available this week. I expect the third to be available before the end of next week.
 
Over the weekend I released an updated ebook version of The Summoning Fire. This update cleans up the ebook formatting quite a bit (I've learned a lot in 6 months), clearly marks the ebook as published by Four Crows Landing, and fixes a few errata/typos that have been reported by readers and reviewers.
 
Now, back to waiting for the ebooks I uploaded tonight to finish processing and become announceable.
 
-David
 
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Writing Progress Report

 
Writing progress report for the week starting Monday, May 2, 2011.
 








Writing Project


Words




Monday


Sigils
Created base ebook doc for "Secondhand Coffin".
Created base ebook doc for "Effie Two-Five".


1519




Tuesday


Sigils
Line edited "Brain Freeze".
Line edited "Callisto".
Line edited "Indian Summer".
Line edited "Constellation".


381




Wednesday


Sigils
Line edited "Selene".


500




Thursday


Sigils
Edited Gunwitch chapter 1.


546




Friday


Sigils
Created updated (1.1) ebook base doc for TSF.
Created TSF 1.1 ebook for KDP, PubIt, Smashwords.


543




Saturday


Sigils


210




Sunday


Sigils


985














Total



4684




YTD Total: 130363
Current streak: 48 days
 








Publishing/Marketing




Monday


Added "Nostalgia" and "Baptism" to short story promo thread on KB, NB, and MR.
Posted preview of Door Sky to blog & FB.
Updated Door Sky's promo thread with preview on KB, NB, and MR.
Updated Horse Girl's promo threads on KB, MR, and NB.




Tuesday


Announced TWWT to G&M & FB.




Wednesday





Thursday





Friday


Created catalog page for Door Sky on 4CL.




Saturday


Uploaded TSF 1.1 to KDP, PubIt, Smashwords.




Sunday





 
Reading List

Under the Dome by Stephen King.

 
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Gunwitch Editing Begins

 
After writing a few more words in Sigils than I wrote yesterday, I began editing my Gunwitch project.
 
I completed Gunwitch's first draft back in January. Which seems a long, long time ago. I've written a couple short stories and an entire novel since then.
 
In the future, I don't expect to have so much time between "The End" of the first draft of a novel and editing that novel. Nearly five months is probably quite long enough. I did a lot of editing, formatting and publishing of other work in the interim, though. So it's not like I was sloughing off.
 
I'm just about caught up with my "backlist" now. So once I get Gunwitch edited, I should be able to start editing GoSH1 almost immediately (which will make my daughter happy; she's not especially patient about these things).
 
-David
 
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When I Implode…

 
…as happened yesterday, and I write very little, my only goal for the day after is:
 
Today I will write more than I did yesterday.
 
Which is easy. Because yesterday's production was pathetically low.
 
It's like my emotional distress leaves behind a small, plastic party favor, like a crappy whistle or a puke-colored crazy straw, just something it picked up at the dollar store for no reason it can remember other than the thing only cost a buck. See? my emotional distress seems to be saying as it drops the favor on the nightstand. Don't say I never gave you anything.
 
If I had any self-respect … Which is funny.
 
So I grab my whistle and use it to shriek out my frustration. Or I would if the damn thing worked. All I get is a spitting, sputtering hiss.
 
Disgusted, I get back to work.
 
And I write more today than I did yesterday.
 
-David
 
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Now Available – The World Wears Thin

 
The World Wears Thin – A collection of eight Sci-Fi and Horror stories by David Michael, with illustrations by Don Michael, Jr.
 
"A Fine Mess" – Kenneth hunts edible Strings in the Frayed remnants of the vegetation of the world.
 
"Enamored" – Chick-lit meets cyberpunk as overworked, underappreciated Roxy heads to work.
 
"Curtain Call" – The White Hot Hemisphere Community Theater Company chose Shakespeare's Hamlet for their first production after the cataclysm–and possibly their last before the end of the world.
 
"Insanity" – Corporal Jonathan "Drooz" Andrews wakes up in the middle of a war and wishes he remembered what he spent his re-enlistment bonus on.
 
"Encounter" – The Traveler tries to help in the aftermath of a riot in the Trog Ghetto.
 
"Until Death Do Us Part" – Ross and Marjorie grow old together in undead retirement.
 
"Baptism" – Drunk on mojitos, high on love, and smelling of sex on the beach, Myra Acevedo went swimming and drowned. Then she became the end of the world.
 
Bonus Story: "Roxy Overload" – Roxy, from "Enamored", heads home after work on an evening when it seems everyone–her best friend, her mom, her men–even her dog–wants a piece of her.
 




The World Wears Thin Edition


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$2.99




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The Door to the Sky – Preview

Chapter 3.
Evolution Televised
 
The first report of a TV station being destroyed, KTUL, Tulsa Channel 8, took nearly an hour to reach the national news networks. The first images from that attack, blurred cameraphone pictures of smoke and fire and people running, were only just beginning to hit the air, with promises of video to come, when reports came in that KUSA, Denver Channel 9, had also been attacked.
 
The eyewitness reports were a confused jumble of disbelief and horror and shock. Stories of subsonic fighter planes with flame throwers mixed with accounts of alien's in UFO's. Tales of dragons and flying dinosaurs mixed with hooded and burka-ed terrorists with rocket launchers. Amateur video, shaking violently, showed flying shapes and fire and lightning.
 
KLRT, Little Rock Channel 16, went next. Then KNIN, Boise Channel 9. WXVT, Greenville Channel 15.
 
Mayors and city managers scrambled police and firefighters and EMT's and put hospitals on alert. They made frantic calls to their state governors demanding National Guard protection. In the towns and cities where attacks had already come, people rushed to help survivors. Everywhere else, unsure where, when, or if an attack would occur, police chiefs and fire chiefs and hospital administrators took a wait and see attitude, poised to rush wherever they were needed.
 
Governors issued orders to activate the National Guard, triggering phone calls to those remaining Guard units that had not been already activated by previous emergencies, call-ups, and political posturings. Then the governors began yelling into phone lines that connected them to the various branches of the federal government, Presidential aides, prominent Senators and Congressmen, contacts at the FBI and CIA and DHS and anyone else near or around Washington, DC, that seemed like they might be useful.
 
Savir Agrata, awakened by aides and flown by armed and armored helicopter from his penthouse to the skyscraper from which he oversaw the world, then down into the sub-sub-basement bunker that had been built for exactly this kind of emergency, arrived in time to hear that the President of the United States had ordered the FAA to ground all flights and set fighter jets to patrol the airspace of Washington, DC, New York City, Los Angeles, and Chicago.
 
Agrata rubbed his temples, not sure if the pounding in his head came from the impending merger he knew was coming or from the chaotic news Cyd was feeding him. Or maybe it was from Cyd herself. The woman's presence conveyed an electric hum, and her eyes glowed the same bright green as the tracery of wires that ran down her skin. In the darkness of the War Room her movements left little red trails on the backs of his eyes. At least she was looking at him, though, focused on him, instead of staring off into the ether only she and her "grlz" seemed able to see. The excitement of the morning's events kept her focused, engaged.
 
"And the other big cities?" Agrata asked.
 
Cyd's eyes lost their focus for a second as she accessed that information. "Fighter units, all bases, on standby," she said, "awaiting word."
 
Agrata took in a deep breath, then let it out. This could get out of control. But that was why he was here: to make sure it did not. "And they're still calling it terrorists?"
 
Cyd nodded. "The obvious story, neh? No sense fucking with the obvious." She paused, the green points of her eyes constricted, then dilated back to normal size. "We've just intercepted more pictures, and video. Good shit. The vague shit, the crap that doesn't show anything, we just pass that through, let the newsies have it."
 
Nodding, Agrata said, "Show it to me."
 
A wall that had been black blazed to life showing a wing of mounted dragons flying in the morning sky, silhouetted by the sun.
 
Agrata swore under his breath. This was going to be hard to cover up.
 
"That's gonna be fucking im-possible to scam," Cyd said, echoing his thoughts.
 
"Nothing's impossible," Agrata said, more out of habit than conviction.
 
The man behind the camera must have been a professional. He stayed on the flying dragons, widening the angle of his lens smoothly as they got closer, then keeping up with the beasts as they went into a steep dive. Agrata caught his breath when the attack commenced, two dozen dragons breathing in unison, fire and lighting erupting like an act of god made real and immediate.
 
Cyd looked at him from the side of her eye, the nearest corner of her mouth pulling up in a smirk. "Neh?" she asked.
 
Before Agrata could decide whether he should respond, one of the men monitoring the banks of displays and readouts shouted, "Fighter's engaging over Omaha." At the same instant, Cyd's eyes lost their focus again.
 
The attacking dragons on the wall display disappeared, replaced by multiple feeds that had to be coming from jets. The landscape blurred into the horizon line. In the gray-white of the sky, the winged shapes of the dragons hurtled at the War Room, then disappeared as the jets did a flyby. The horizon line banked then disappeared.
 
The dragons swung back into view, small but growing larger. Several of the images were lost to flare, then resolved back, showing smoke trails. "Missiles fired," Cyd said, her voice soft, distant, unlike the same words shouted by the man who had spoken before.
 
Explosions whited out three of the displays. Two of them remained dark. "Two jets are down," the man yelled.
 
Agrata swore under his breath again. Dragons should not be that powerful, even if they had elves or whatever riding them. Not against jets.
 
"No fucking way," Cyd said. "It's eff-ing Fey."
 
Agrata turned to look at Cyd, then looked back at the displays again. "Where?" he asked. "Show me."
 
All but two of the displays disappeared. Those two expanded to fill the space. "Steady them for me," Agrata said. Cyd complied, locking in on the image of the woman on the dragon's back, zooming and cropping and switching cameras as necessary to keep the woman in view.
 
Even a seventy-foot dragon with a 150-foot wingspan could not overwhelm Fey. Nor could a grainy picture transmitted from a platform flying past at hundreds of miles per hour dim her ageless beauty. Her presence came through the image and pulled at Agrata's heart. She looked so sad, so determined, and so goddamned beautiful. Exactly the same as the last time he had seen her, a millennium ago. They had been enemies then too…
 




The Door to the Sky Edition


Price




Kindle edition (Amazon)


$2.99




Nook edition (Barnes & Noble)


$2.99




Ebook (Smashwords)


$2.99




 
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Writing Progress Report

 
Writing progress report for the week starting Monday, April 25, 2011.
 








Writing Project


Words




Monday


Sigils


1508




Tuesday


Sigils


1504




Wednesday


Sigils


1528




Thursday


Sigils


1505




Friday


Sigils
Edited "Brain Freeze".
Edited "Callisto".
Edited "Indain Summer".
Edited "Constellation".
Edited "Selene".


1518




Saturday


Sigils


523




Sunday


Sigils


520














Total



8606




YTD Total: 125679
Current streak: 41 days
 








Publishing/Marketing




Monday





Tuesday





Wednesday





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Sunday





 
Reading List

The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman.

 
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April Wrapup

 
So…this is about it for April. What happened?
 
I finished the first draft of GoSH1.
 
I wrote almost 18,000 words in my new project, Sigils.
 
I wrote over 37,000 words for the month.
 
I added another 30 days to my current writing streak, bringing the total to 40 days (and still counting).
 
I released my short story, "Sweet Tooth", as an ebook.
 
I think that about sums up April.
 
What didn't happen? I have a couple of short stories that didn't get released, and a collection of stories that almost got released (glares at PubIt). So I guess those will be rolled into May. So it goes, sometimes.
 
What's up for May? Well, on the publishing side, there's the leftovers from April that will be released (see above), plus I have one more collection of stories I will be releasing. After that, I'm planning to take both of the new collections, combine them with Demon Candy, and release the whole as a large "omnibus" collection. This omnibus will include all of the "mask stories". That is, all the short stories I've written inspired by Don's paintings. I haven't come up with a name for this omnibus, uber-collection yet. I need to do that. Add that to the list for May too.
 
On the writing side, I expect to extend my writing streak to a new personal record (my current record, set during A Short Story a Day, is 41 days) as I continue to add words to Sigils. I don't expect to finish Sigils until June, at the earliest, so that should be all I write on in May.
 
Have a good weekend!
 
-David
 
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"Highly Variable"

 
I think that about describes my literary tendencies. Which is to say, my lack of a clearly defined genre as a writer.
 
Will this change? And if it does change, will it change again?
 
I blame my "A Short Story a Day" project for this aspect of my writing life. During ASSAD, I wandered as far afield in fictive styles as I could. That's where I wrote my first horror stories. And my first stories of modern life. Even my first (and only) western-zombie-apocalypse. It was a wonderful learning experience. I highly recommend it.
 
Though maybe not so much if you want to write within a single genre.
 
I've found genre jumping and genre crossing and just plain genre ignoring a lot of fun. Addictive, even.
 
But it has made my writing style and writing topics and writing everything (though hopefully not my writing quality) "highly variable".
 
I have no doubt this high variability has made my initial marketing efforts as an indie author/publisher more difficult. Look at The Door to the Sky, for example. I called it "Spec Fic" because I couldn't come up with a better genre fit. The novel has fantasy (modern & less modern), sci-fi (ish), steampunk (ish), cyberpunk (ish), and just about anything else that it occurred to me to toss in (no zombies, though). I had a lot of fun writing that novel, and I had a lot of fun reading it again while getting it ready for publication. But writing the blurb for it was a pain. How do I put all that in a coherent paragraph that doesn't sound too schizophrenic? I gave it my best shot, and maybe it works.
 
But why look at just one book? Look at all of them. I'm all over the map: horror, dark urban fantasy, modern fantasy, young adult, slipstream, science fiction. And, yes, western-zombie-apocalypse. And that's just the visible stuff. The next novel I expect to release is, of all things, an alternate history fantasy (guns & magic, baby). And then there is the tween novel (modern fantasy) due out after that. And the dark urban fantasy/horror novel I'm working on now.
 
See? Highly variable.
 
I'd like to think it's a good thing. Since I don't expect it to change.
 
-David
 
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