One of my favorite lines from Bladerunner.
Decrepit is how I feel today. Couldn't sleep last night, got up at 3:30 AM for the day job, worked a nine hour shift (a gent failed to show for work or to call) came home passed out, started doing chores and THEN remembered I'm supposed to write a post here today.
I think I'm finally getting this Word Of The Week thing.
Now if I can nail it that well when it comes to the word Millionaire, or the phrase Ladies' Man, then perhaps I will feel less guilty about almost forgetting today.
In the meantime, however, if you haven't run across it, I recently put up a free short story at my Genrefied bloodspot. It's called "SCARS" and pertains directly to my SEVEN FORGES novels. Because I like the cover, I'll even put up the cover for THE BLASTED LANDS at the end of this short message. Also, they man on the cover is King Tuskandru and he's at the center of the story.
With apologies for dropping the ball on this one,
Monday, March 31, 2014
Posted by James A. Moore
I write fiction, a little of everything and a lot of horror. I've written novels, comic books, roleplaying game supplements, short stories, novellas and oodles of essays on whatever strikes my fancy. That might change depending on my mood and the publishing industry. Things are getting stranger and stranger in the wonderful world of publishing and that means I get to have fun sorting through the chaos (with all the other writer-types). I have a website. This isn't it. This is where you can likely expect me to talk about upcoming projects and occasionally expect a rant or two. Not too many rants. Those take a lot of energy. In addition to writing I work as a barista, because I still haven't decided to quit my day job. Opinions are always welcome.