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.
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