I am updating Super Bad Hair Day: don’t buy right now

I decided that my CreateSpace book needed to be at least 130 pages so I could have a proper book spine. I got it up to 140 with more short stories, an audio script, and some Super Holly artwork. I submitted a new Word page interior and a new PDF cover with a REAL SUPER SPINE with a REAL TITLE AND AUTHOR NAME on it! Yay! CreateSpace is currently reviewing my changes.

I will also update the Kindle book. That will likely take a few days. I am working full time, so this weekend is most likely.

So if you are thinking of buying my book, hold off. Soon you will get twice the bang for your buck. The Kindle version will stay at 99 cents, but I had to raise the CreateSpace price by 50 cents to $6.50. At least now, if you buy the CreateSpace version, you will get more of a real book.

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Guest Blog: Crescendo of Darkness

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!”

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To read the rest of this story and thirteen other horror music shorts, check out: 

Crescendo of Darkness

Direct link: https://www.amazon.com/Crescendo-Darkness-Jeremiah-Donaldson/dp/1987708156

Edited by Jeremiah Donaldson

Cover by Carmen Masloski

HorrorAddicts.net Press 

Let music unlock your fear within.

Had a GREAT open mic last night!

I was at Red Rock Coffee in Mountain View for the Monday open mic, and I read part of my current story starring Kittygirl (Katsuko Kimura, who has super kittycat powers, and who loves Super Holly Hansson, and Super Holly loves Katsuko every bit as much). In this story, an EEEEEVIL villain, whose voice I based on Simon Bar Sinister (I love doing his evil laugh!), hit Super Holly with a time gun and turned her into an eight year old girl. Holly did not have superpowers at that age, but she was still a spitfire and proved it by breaking the villain’s nose with one punch.

Anyway. The crowd really loved the reading, I got laughs (like when Little Holly did a taunting Cyrano-type speech to distract a big-nosed, gun-toting henchwoman), and appreciative cheers (like “Ooo!” when Kittygirl knocked out said henchwoman).

When the open mic ended, I thanked a few guys at a nearby table for being a great audience. One guy said he would by recording of my stories, so I guess I should put some on sale someday. They asked me about the sound effects in my reading, like echoing. Turns out the sound guy added sound effects to my reading: echoing voice and the like. I thanked him too. And a lady gave me a quick drawing she did of Kittygirl. Actually, I do not envision Kittygirl with a tail or kitty ears, but it was nice of her to draw Kittygirl. (I have thought about giving Kittygirl slightly pointy, elf-like ears.)

I am a writer, and I am a performer. Expect more audio files. I love open mics!

P.S. At a writer gathering this evening, one of the writers read a pirate character, and did a great job. He said I had inspired him with my readings. I think I want a pirate-type character in a Super Holly story. Not sure about hero or villain, or even male or female. But I love reading pirate characters, like I did for Sulu’s Gay Trek.

Me and Keith Knight in San Francisco!

It has been a while since I had said hi to Keef (check out his K-Chronicles website here). He was in San Francisco doing his presentation on police brutality. (I wonder how Keef stays so positive and nice with such a depressing subject.) I should have done a Spider-Man web-shooting hand gesture so Fox News could say I was doing a gang sign. Go to www.kchronicles.com and see Keef’s work and buy his books!

I have been a fan of Keef for what, 20 years or so? 30? It has been a while. Way back when WonderCon was in San Francisco, Keef was manning his booth and selling books, and he asked me to man it while he visited the restroom. So I stood in his booth. An older white guy came up and asked me if I was Keef. I told him I wasn’t, but I thought about it. Keef told me I should have said yes. (In this photo, I am the white guy with the glasses and the slightly droopy left eyelid.) I gave him a copy of Super Bad Hair Day and Boss by Mike Royko. I think of Keef as a writer as well as a cartoonist. He writes great little stories in his work.

I still have not put Keef into a Super Holly story, but I intend to. It would be a police brutality thing, but with Super Holly and Harry Headbutt to add slapstick comedy. I would move Keef’s home town to Chicago because I know nothing about Boston. I have decided that Keef and his wifey Kerstin (or rather, the characters I create based on them) will be the parents of Tucker and Wrigley, The Puppy Brothers (hear their Malevolent Mystery Meat audio story here), BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!! I can’t wait to write Kerstin’s German accent: Ack, little Schnitzels, stoppen der barking! What would be Keef’s superpower? I had thought about super-speed because Keef is the hardest-working guy I have seen in this business, and had stuck i tout for all these decades. (I have seen a lot of comic book / cartoonists come, and I have seen them go. And mostly go.) Keef once said his superpower would be the power to make people vomit (read that story here).

Great seeing you again, Keef. And great hanging out afterwards at Southern Pacific Brewing and having a ginger beer and a root beer (I always stop after two drinks).

P.S. Kerstin is a sweet lady. I wish I could have said hi to her also.

Time change for my reading at the Palo Alto Local Authors Event!

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.

My audio stories are on SoundCloud

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.

 

Bay Area Authors will perform on April 21.

On April 21 from 1-5pm, at the Palo Alto library on 3700 Middlefield Road, Friends of the Palo Alto Library has a local authors event. We “award winning” local authors will be selling our books. And performing them! Thank you, Tina Gibson, for organizing this and inviting me. (And for helping me design The Karate Queen in my book.) I know a few of these authors, and they are worth your time. Maybe even a little of your money.

Here’s the schedule for the author readings. As an audio prize winner, I shall PERFORM at 3:40. And check out Tina at 1:10 for (I believe) some epic poetry.

  • 1:00-1:10: Intro by FOPAL President, Nigel Jones
  • 1:10-1:30: Tina Gibson
  • 1:30-1:50: Doug Sovern
  • 1:50-2:10: Suga-T
  • 2:10-2:30: Emmy Z. Madrigal
  • 2:30-2:50: Minu Dave
  • 2:50-3:10: Patty Somlo
  • 3:10-3:40: Intermission: Q&A, Meet & greet, Networking, Book sales,
    Spotlight on kids – Young Adult Library contest winner to read
  • 3:40-4:00: Dave M. Strom
  • 4:00-4:20: Lisa Meltzer Penn
  • 4:20-4:40: Kalamu Chache
  • 4:40-5:00: Venus Jones
  • 5:00: Closing questions and wrap-up