Yes, so few people wanted to pay for it that it's a shame to just let it wallow in nothingness. Once the story comes down on various stores I will post all the chapters again.
Until then...
DOWNLOAD THE EBOOK ON SMASHWORDS.COM! Totally free. Don't even have to sign up. Sweet deal, no? All I ask is that you spread the word to as many zombie lovers as you can find.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The Dead Man's Burden is now on Barnes & Noble!
It's so true! Look at the side link. Or go here. As long as you buy the book and be awesome, I don't care on your method of procurement.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
All down.
Sorry, folks, all but the first three chapters of The Dead Man's Burden have been stripped away. Now you have no choice...
... but to PAY for the rest. Dun dun dun.
Sorry. But it's worth the paltry 99 cents, trust me! Isn't it better to be able to read the whole thing without having to switch pages all the time anyway?
Snag your copy of The Dead Man's Burden at Smashwords.com today!
... but to PAY for the rest. Dun dun dun.
Sorry. But it's worth the paltry 99 cents, trust me! Isn't it better to be able to read the whole thing without having to switch pages all the time anyway?
Snag your copy of The Dead Man's Burden at Smashwords.com today!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Cover art!
The skull off to the side looks like garbage, so I decided to draw something else for the ebook release of The Dead Man's Burden (and for the site - it deserves better).
This is what I have so far:
(Ignore the dotted box and the squiggly thing at the bottom, I took a screenshot straight from GIMP.)
Hopefully by the end it will look better than this. I want to give it an inked look without, y'know, actually having to ink it. Lazy.
UPDATE: After some messing with the brushes, I've got this:
Which, I think, is actually pretty damn good. For an ebook, anyway.
This is what I have so far:
(Ignore the dotted box and the squiggly thing at the bottom, I took a screenshot straight from GIMP.)
Hopefully by the end it will look better than this. I want to give it an inked look without, y'know, actually having to ink it. Lazy.
UPDATE: After some messing with the brushes, I've got this:
Which, I think, is actually pretty damn good. For an ebook, anyway.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Chapter Three
It doesn’t take weeks for the good word to spread. Two days later, as I’m sitting in the park and mulling over the beauty of a crumpled chocolate bar wrapper, I hear a voice I understand.
It’s been days since I could actually understand someone. The cars in the tunnel of human communication have been zipping by me far too quickly for comprehension. But today, today, I hear someone crying out in panic.
“Why won’t anyone listen to me? Hello? Hello? Please, pay attention! I don’t get it!”
My head wobbles to life, away from the wrapper, and I look up. There’s a girl across the park, a too-thin teen with black makeup and blanched skin. She’s definitely a Goth, though right now she’s dressed in a white tank top and jogging pants. She’s not even wearing shoes. I guess I can’t comment on that, though, since my own toes have been bared to the sun for hours.
The other patrons of the park, few in number, are backing away from the girl. They look frightened and confused. Given the ruckus the girl is making, I can’t blame anyone. They probably hear her grunting and growling. That’s all that comes out of my own mouth whenever I try to talk. Or that’s all they hear, anyway, because they’re moving too fast to understand my slow, melodic philosophy.
It’s been days since I could actually understand someone. The cars in the tunnel of human communication have been zipping by me far too quickly for comprehension. But today, today, I hear someone crying out in panic.
“Why won’t anyone listen to me? Hello? Hello? Please, pay attention! I don’t get it!”
My head wobbles to life, away from the wrapper, and I look up. There’s a girl across the park, a too-thin teen with black makeup and blanched skin. She’s definitely a Goth, though right now she’s dressed in a white tank top and jogging pants. She’s not even wearing shoes. I guess I can’t comment on that, though, since my own toes have been bared to the sun for hours.
The other patrons of the park, few in number, are backing away from the girl. They look frightened and confused. Given the ruckus the girl is making, I can’t blame anyone. They probably hear her grunting and growling. That’s all that comes out of my own mouth whenever I try to talk. Or that’s all they hear, anyway, because they’re moving too fast to understand my slow, melodic philosophy.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Chapter Two
So how do you share something nobody wants to hear?
I’m no great student of history. Most of my time in school was either spent fiddling with computers or hitting on girls. Whenever History class came lumbering along I ignored the teacher. The past is passed, as they say. Why look to what has been when you should focus on what is, or what’s to come?
Now, though, I regret my short-sightedness. True, I never could have seen my radical new philosophy coming, but even a bit of help from the great scholars of the ages would be nice. How does a nobody with a message become a sage with a cause?
I could go the religious route. My dad did, twenty-something years ago, when he agreed to let a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses into our house. The whole family converted the next day. I don’t remember how they got into his head, but my dad was always a highly suggestible guy anyway, so maybe their method isn’t airtight.
I could try and be an enlightened dictator, and force my dogma on the masses. Not the nicest path, I know – Adolf Hitler certainly doesn’t enjoy worldwide popularity these days, and I’d never call him ‘enlightened’ – but pushing the truth on people may be best. I don’t think I’ll get listeners unless they’re made to see the truth.
But don’t you need an army for that? I don’t have an army. Hrm.
I’m no great student of history. Most of my time in school was either spent fiddling with computers or hitting on girls. Whenever History class came lumbering along I ignored the teacher. The past is passed, as they say. Why look to what has been when you should focus on what is, or what’s to come?
Now, though, I regret my short-sightedness. True, I never could have seen my radical new philosophy coming, but even a bit of help from the great scholars of the ages would be nice. How does a nobody with a message become a sage with a cause?
I could go the religious route. My dad did, twenty-something years ago, when he agreed to let a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses into our house. The whole family converted the next day. I don’t remember how they got into his head, but my dad was always a highly suggestible guy anyway, so maybe their method isn’t airtight.
I could try and be an enlightened dictator, and force my dogma on the masses. Not the nicest path, I know – Adolf Hitler certainly doesn’t enjoy worldwide popularity these days, and I’d never call him ‘enlightened’ – but pushing the truth on people may be best. I don’t think I’ll get listeners unless they’re made to see the truth.
But don’t you need an army for that? I don’t have an army. Hrm.
Friday, July 29, 2011
New layout.
As you probably noticed. Begone, vile orange, replaced with bone white. (Though I kinda wanna redraw that skull. Maybe make it look, I dunno, more human?)
Anyway. I like it better. If you think otherwise, let me know. Readability is important for a text-heavy site.
Anyway. I like it better. If you think otherwise, let me know. Readability is important for a text-heavy site.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Chapter One
I’ve spent a lot of time, lately, feeling sorry for other people.
I’m not sure why. I never used to care so much. You wouldn’t blame me if you were in my position, either: I work the IT desk at a college. I have to deal with whiny assholes all the time, seldom receiving any thanks or praise for my work. As part of the customer service industry, I’ve learned to tune out the feelings of others and focus on the job.
But now… now I can’t help but care. My heart is bursting with emotion for everyone. What the hell happened?
It all started on Tuesday. Some preachy Philosophy student had dropped his laptop on my support desk, demanding I fix the thing. Nothing new, that – I have to coax dozens of laptops back to life every day. Whether I’m successful or not I feel the same: happy. Happy, because some time has passed, bringing me a little bit closer to clocking out. Focus on happy thoughts in-between, like going to the cottage or something.
I’m not sure why. I never used to care so much. You wouldn’t blame me if you were in my position, either: I work the IT desk at a college. I have to deal with whiny assholes all the time, seldom receiving any thanks or praise for my work. As part of the customer service industry, I’ve learned to tune out the feelings of others and focus on the job.
But now… now I can’t help but care. My heart is bursting with emotion for everyone. What the hell happened?
It all started on Tuesday. Some preachy Philosophy student had dropped his laptop on my support desk, demanding I fix the thing. Nothing new, that – I have to coax dozens of laptops back to life every day. Whether I’m successful or not I feel the same: happy. Happy, because some time has passed, bringing me a little bit closer to clocking out. Focus on happy thoughts in-between, like going to the cottage or something.
Chapter One notes.
It's official, the first chapter is ready to go. I've made a few changes from the sample I posted last week, though the experience is, overall, the same. Enjoy. (And, yes, I'll probably provide notes between chapters like this for each subsequent chapter. Makes it easier for people to skip the stuff they don't wanna read.)
Friday, July 22, 2011
Chapter One sample.
The full chapter should be up in a week. I'll delete this snippet when that gets posted. Enjoy!
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I’ve spent a lot of time, lately, feeling sorry for other people.
I’m not sure why. I never used to care so much. You wouldn’t blame me if you were in my position, either: I work the IT desk at a college. I have to deal with whiny assholes constantly, seldom receiving any thanks or praise for my work. As part of the customer service industry, I’ve learned to tune out the feelings of others and just focus on the job.
But now… now I can’t help but care. My heart is bursting with emotion for everyone. What the hell happened to me?
Take Tuesday, horrible, humdrum Tuesday. Some preachy Philosophy student had dropped his laptop on my support desk and demanded I fix the thing. Nothing new, that – I have to coax dozens of laptops back to life every day. Whether I’m successful or not I feel the same: happy. Happy, because some time has passed, bringing me a little bit closer to clocking out.
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I’ve spent a lot of time, lately, feeling sorry for other people.
I’m not sure why. I never used to care so much. You wouldn’t blame me if you were in my position, either: I work the IT desk at a college. I have to deal with whiny assholes constantly, seldom receiving any thanks or praise for my work. As part of the customer service industry, I’ve learned to tune out the feelings of others and just focus on the job.
But now… now I can’t help but care. My heart is bursting with emotion for everyone. What the hell happened to me?
Take Tuesday, horrible, humdrum Tuesday. Some preachy Philosophy student had dropped his laptop on my support desk and demanded I fix the thing. Nothing new, that – I have to coax dozens of laptops back to life every day. Whether I’m successful or not I feel the same: happy. Happy, because some time has passed, bringing me a little bit closer to clocking out.
Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of gore!
Howdy, folks. This here blog's an experiment to see if online fiction can really, truly succeed. It's not so much a blog as the staging point for a small novella I'm concocting, one that I'll be posting in segments over the next couple months.
What's it about, you ask? Well, duh. Zombies. What else?
It's not one of your run-of-the-mill undead hunting stories, however. No, this one's taken from the perspective of a zombie - and he's got big ambitions for such a ghoulish creature. Be prepared for a weird, philosophical journey into the mind of the creeping dead, one peppered with thoughtful discourse (I hope it's thoughtful, anyway), dark humour and lots of blood.
This tale isn't as gross as some zombies tales you've probably read. That said, it might be a good idea to keep little kiddies away from this site. There's some vulgar language and sexual references beyond the usual dismembering. If you've ever watched an HBO show you'll be fine with The Dead Man's Burden.
I'm not done writing the thing just yet, so I'll post a sample of the first chapter to whet your appetite. Bookmark this page, keep your eyes open for updates (I'll flag 'em on Twitter, if you'd be so kind to offer me a follow - you'll get heaping helpings from my other blog as well) and enjoy!
- Matt Bird
PS. This layout is temporary, I swear. It's just easy to read.
Want to link to The Dead Man's Burden? Here's an image you can use. (In all honesty this is more so I can stick a promo in forum signatures that don't allow uploading, but if you wanna use it, go right ahead.)
DreamHost review
What's it about, you ask? Well, duh. Zombies. What else?
It's not one of your run-of-the-mill undead hunting stories, however. No, this one's taken from the perspective of a zombie - and he's got big ambitions for such a ghoulish creature. Be prepared for a weird, philosophical journey into the mind of the creeping dead, one peppered with thoughtful discourse (I hope it's thoughtful, anyway), dark humour and lots of blood.
This tale isn't as gross as some zombies tales you've probably read. That said, it might be a good idea to keep little kiddies away from this site. There's some vulgar language and sexual references beyond the usual dismembering. If you've ever watched an HBO show you'll be fine with The Dead Man's Burden.
I'm not done writing the thing just yet, so I'll post a sample of the first chapter to whet your appetite. Bookmark this page, keep your eyes open for updates (I'll flag 'em on Twitter, if you'd be so kind to offer me a follow - you'll get heaping helpings from my other blog as well) and enjoy!
- Matt Bird
PS. This layout is temporary, I swear. It's just easy to read.
Want to link to The Dead Man's Burden? Here's an image you can use. (In all honesty this is more so I can stick a promo in forum signatures that don't allow uploading, but if you wanna use it, go right ahead.)
DreamHost review
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