At the San Mateo Library (55 W 3rd Ave, San Mateo, CA), Saturday Nov 10, 10:30am-12:30, Fault Zone Uplift authors (like me!) will read their stories. I will read from What Goes Up, my Super Holly Hansson story with Holly’s saddest ending ever. (My evil plan! Get them laughing, then break their hearts, MOO HAHAHAHAHA!!!) This is a CWC (California Writers Club) Peninsula Branch event.
Tomorrow, October 20 2018, I will be at Campbell Con, West Valley College, 14000 Fruitvale Ave, Saratoga, CA. I will go to my critique group at 10, so I will be with the South Bay Writers table at Campbell Con starting around 1pm. I will stay till it ends at 5pm.
Tobe in the photo works on the online comic Villain. Check it out. He drew Super Holly doing the Power Girl punch for me on my art-from-comic-cons page (scroll down a bit).
(EDIT: Sunday Sept 16, not Saturday!) San Mateo Event Center / Fair Grounds, 1346 Saratoga Dr., San Mateo, Ca. 10am-5pm. I will get there around 1pm and will be at a table with Valerie Frankel and other Bay Area writers till closing. I still have some books to sell. And the free little menu book (I’ll post a little later about that). Bill Mumy (Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!) will be there, and I hope he sells some books. And I hope I sell some too. And maybe get some Super Holly and/or Kittygirl art drawn by a comic book artist or two. Here’s hoping.
P.S. Danger, you’ll have to pay for parking! Danger!
I will sell at AuthorFest 2018 (San Mateo Public Library, 12-3pm) and at Fremont Area Writers Group Book Signing (Newpark Mall, 10-11am & 3:30-6pm) this Saturday, July 14.
At AuthorFest 2018, at the San Mateo Public Library (55 West Third Ave, San Mateo, CA), a bunch of local authors will be selling books and doing readings from 12-3pm on Saturday July 14. Come and meet cool SF peninsula authors! And yes, I will PERFORM five minutes of one of my stories! Come and buy my new expanded Super Bad Hair Day CreateSpace book! 140 pages of superhero prose goofy goodness (well, about 6 pages are artwork I paid nice artists to draw at comic book conventions). Download a PDF about the cool AuthorFest 2018 authors!
On the very same day, from 10-6, at the Fremont Area Writers Group Book Signing at Newpark Mall (2086 Newpark Mall, Newark, CA) upstairs around the railing between Macy’s and the Food Court, I will also be selling my books in the morning and the afternoon. Yes, I will be driving to San Mateo at about 11:15 and I will be back around 3:30. Meet cool East Bay writers! I will burn gas. But I like these book selling events. Practice for when I become the next Stan Lee.
P.S. I will upload another CreateSpace version to fix a few missing dialog tags in the Intellecta-Rhapsody script chapter. Not a big deal. But I still need to upload this expanded version to Kindle, and that is a big deal, so do not buy the Kindle version yet.
P.P.S. And I will sign my book! Discover the inspiring message I pass on to ALL my buyers!
I was asked to post a guest blog on May 19 for HorrorAddicts.net. Here it is now (a little late, darn it)! As a writer getting into making audio stories, this is educational! (I will be voicing a nervous teenager for an upcoming anthology by Emerian Rich, one of the editors and story contributors for Crescendo of Darkness.)
Music has the power to soothe the soul, drive people to obsession, and soundtrack evil plots. Is music the instigator of madness, or the key that unhinges the psychosis within? From guitar lessons in a graveyard and a baby allergic to music, to an infectious homicidal demo and melancholy tunes in a haunted lighthouse, Crescendo of Darkness will quench your thirst for horrifying audio fiction.
HorrorAddicts.net is proud to present fourteen tales of murderous music, demonic performers, and cursed audiophiles.
Please enjoy an excerpt below from Crescendo of Darkness.
“Loved to Death” by Sam Morgan Phillips
Death explores his dream of being a rock star, but can’t avoid his purpose when a young woman forces him to live up to his destiny.
Death sat in his dressing room, getting ready for the show. He went through his vocal exercises and psyched himself up. He looked at the beer fridge and wished he could have a drink, but he knew it wouldn’t have any effect.
The door was locked for a good reason. He had yet to put on his mask and gloves and pull the black cowl up over his head. He looked at himself in the mirror.
His face of rotting flesh stretched over his skull made him look severe and terrifying. A black robe was both his costume and habitual dress. He pulled it closed over an exposed ribcage. He flexed his skeletal hands and wondered if he was doing the right thing.
He wasn’t ashamed of who he was. He was Death. He didn’t hide behind his costume or his on stage persona. In fact, they represented him perfectly. It was just that he couldn’t be exactly who he was. Not for real. He had to hide it behind art. There was no other way to get his message across. No other way to be understood.
And he so desperately wanted to be understood.
He heaved an otherworldly sigh born of supernatural vigour rather than from lungs. It rasped through his teeth, harsh and metallic.
I can do this. I’m not my father. I have my own my way. I’m Death now.
There was a knock at the door and the muffled sound of words spoken—show time. He put on his mask. It was made of hard black plastic. Painted on the front was a stylised version of his face. It captured the form, but not the essence. He knew how terrifying his true face was.
He pulled on his gloves of black leather. He raised the cowl over his head of thin flesh and exposed bone and went out through the door of his dressing room, clicking the heels of his black army boots on the floor.
As he made his way through the dimly lit backstage area, guided by a roadie, he heard the crowd chanting, calling for him.
“Death, Death, Death!” It lifted his spirits.
His band, The Minions of Death, had already taken the stage and their intro track played. It was the sound of many people screaming. He had recorded and mixed it over the years, overlapping the terrified sounds people made when he came for them. To him it was an elegy, dedicated to the dead, and celebrating the purpose of his life. He felt at home as he walked up the steps at the side of the stage.
The lights flashed red and a smoke machine filled the stage with volumes of bilious gas. The smell of sweat and stale beer filled the long hall, a metal club in the city, jam-packed with people. He stepped up to the microphone and the crowd erupted.
“Put your horns in the air!”
They obeyed, hands raised in the universal metal salute. He raised both of his arms in benediction, cutting a Christ-like pose.
“Tremble before me, mere mortals—for I am Death!”
To read the rest of this story and thirteen other horror music shorts, check out:
Edited by Jeremiah Donaldson
Cover by Carmen Masloski
Let music unlock your fear within.
At the Friends of the Palo Alto Library Local Authors Event, I will be reading one of my audio stories (like at my open mics) at 4pm; I lean toward “The Intellecta-Rhapsody!” I will also sell my book and give away my little 8-page book (The Little Green Man!). The event is tomorrow, April 21, from 1-5pm at the Mitchell Park Community Center on 3700 Middlefield Road.
I uploaded my audio stories for people who buy my Kindle or CreateSpace book. Hear me PERFORM them with some cool royalty-free background music!
I started a free SoundCloud account. Free means that you can listen to my audio stories, but you cannot download them. For now.
Play them on my WordPress audio stories page where I embedded the stories. You can download a couple of PDFs to read with them.
Or go to my SoundCloud and play them there.