Crash Is Here!

Crash Is Here!

Crash is out on Amazon today! Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LBNI0B6 Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00LBNI0B6 And as a special thank you for your patience in waiting for Sean and I to finish this book (and for helping us pick the cover design), we’re releasing Crash at a special introductory price of only .99! That’s this week only, though. After this week, it will go back to its full price of $3.99. (Priced lower than our usual stories as it’s not as long as a typical season.) If you’ve been reading these emails or following the blog for any amount of time, you know this is a story I’ve been working on for a long time — since the late 80s! Crash is a story very close to my heart. I talk a bit about its origins in the Author’s Note at the end of the book, though you should read the story first as the note spoils some things that happen! Here’s the back-of-the-book teaser: CRASH Sometimes the ghosts that haunt us most aren’t the dead. It has been nearly a year since writer Thomas Witt lost his daughter in a horrible car accident which nearly killed him. He and his wife are attempting to have another child and put their lives back together. However, he can’t move on. In addition to his daughter, there’s something else missing — specifically his memories for six months prior to the accident. He finds himself obsessively drawn to accident scenes where he photographs the carnage in attempts to reclaim his memories. But what he finds in the photographs may just destroy him. Crash is the...

I’m No Hugh Howey

So a while ago, Hugh Howey did a dance video when he reached 100 reviews for a little book you might of heard of called Wool. While our series Yesterday’s Gone: Season One has more than 600 something reviews (thanks, Goners!), WhiteSpace: Season One was taking F O R E V E R to get to 100 reviews, so I took a page from Hugh, and decided I’d bribe our readers with some sexy dance moves. I said that once WhiteSpace: Season One got 100 reviews, I’d make an ass out of myself to the song they chose. They chose Thrift Shop by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. And then many months passed. I thought maybe people had forgotten. And I was relieved, as I hate dancing. Namely because I suck at it, and I’m a big giant fat guy with the grace of an elephant… an elephant with broken legs. Then last week, Donald Wells emailed me to say, “Hey, I left the 100th review! You owe me a dance.” Bastard! Er, I mean, thank you, Donald. I emailed Donald back, may have called him a bastard, and he said not to worry, he wouldn’t hold me to it. I said, no, I promised to make an ass of myself, and… An ass I do make of myself. So, here you go, Donald, and everyone else who left a review. Before you watch, I should warn you: when I showed this video to my wife, she stared at it through closed fingers like you would a car accident, scary movie, or natural disaster. Frankly, I think this is worse...
Do you believe in ghosts?

Do you believe in ghosts?

The first death which truly affected me was that of my maternal grandfather. I was eight or nine. I remember people coming over to the house and talking in hushed whispers around me, pretending everything was okay. But I knew it wasn’t. My mother eventually broke the news to me, which was tough for her as it was her father, and she knew how much I loved him. He was a tough old guy who had survived World War 2, a heart attack, electrocution, and diabetes. He also spoke his mind no matter who he pissed off. But he was always kind to me, and his loss cut deep. Even decades later, I see how much his death impacted his offspring and their families in negative ways. We’re never the same when someone close to us dies. We’re never really whole again. For months after his death, I waited for his ghost to return, to say goodbye to me. At the time I was reading lots of ghost stories, and truly believed ghosts might exist, if you just allowed yourself to see them. The problem with adults, I’d figured, was that they couldn’t see ghosts among us because they’d stopped believing in such things. But I was wide-eyed, young, and ready to believe. I oftentimes went to bed, watching, waiting, thinking every noise and movement in my dark room might be him. I was both afraid and excited at the prospect of seeing my grandfather again. Even though I was too young to recognize it, I needed closure. So I waited every night for his ghost to come. While...
Bullies Suck

Bullies Suck

(Note: This is the author’s note from our short story, Monsters, and was written in 2012. Don’t worry, there’s no spoilers.) Last week my wife and I (Dave) brought my son to his first day of kindergarten. He held my hand as we made our way up the sidewalk to his school. As we approached a set of double doors to go inside, we had to pass a group of kids outside, aged between six and 10. All eyes were on us as we walked past the kids. Being shy, my son looked down, not meeting any of their eyes. And yet, the kids didn’t take their eyes off of us. We were early, and the only new people there at the moment, so obviously, we were the center of attention. I watched as the children looked him up and down, judging him, seeing how he fit into their world. And I had flashbacks to my own childhood, that feeling of being the new kid. Being judged on a first impression and being cast in some role or another. And it all came back to me in a flood of memories and sensations. Suddenly I wanted to grab my son, hold him close, and bring him home, so he never has to deal with the difficulties of being judged, singled out, or picked on. Of course I didn’t do that. For one, my wife would freak out. For two, I’ve got to let my son find his feet and his own way. And I didn’t want to kick off my son’s first school year by being the most embarrassing...