Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #10 of 80

Artwork "The Clownfish's Shame" by Carly Creley
Giggles entered the makeup trailer to a slow clap from Honks, a frown from Trixie, and barrage of balls from Sam.
“What the hell happened?” said Honks.
“We’ve practiced that juggling trick a thousand times!”
“I was distracted,” said Giggles.
“Distracted?” said Trixie, “You weren’t even there.”
Giggles fell into his chair.
“It’s only one show,” he said.
“No, it was the show,” said Honks
“Smith was pissed. That may have ruined it, but I heard they were still pleased overall.”
Giggles began to clean his face.

“I don’t think Smith will care anymore,” said Giggles as another ball hit him in the head.

Good to get this chapter up and thank you to Carly Creley for her work on the picture for this chapter. If you know anyone who would like to work with me to create a picture for a chapter please contact me for details. Thanks for reading!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Delays, New Poems, and Working With Others

Promotional stickers for my book Fucking Poetry
It's been almost two months since I posted my last chapter for my serial fiction piece on this blog. I've been writing new chapters and I have lots to post but I like to work with artists for the cover photo and the latest one has been delayed due to her process and her busy teaching career. Which is fine with me really, I am happy to have anyone donate time and effort to contribute to my writing. In the mean time I have been working on revising and promoting my new Poetry book Fucking Poetry available on paper back on Lulu.com and E-Book all over the place. It's been a fun ride figuring out the world of self promotion and I sure wish poetry was more main stream because an agent would be dandy right about now. Maybe on the next book I can put out some queries out but for now I determined to do everything on my own and see what happens. I've had very good response, albeit small, to this book and I believe it stands out amongst the crowd, it's just time to tell everyone about it. That is why I started networking on Twitter a lot more than I ever have. That has been a fun adventure too since I have been heavy  on Facebook for years but never did much with my Twitter. After really working on it and learning the benefits of hashtags I have picked up a few followers and have begun to interact with other writers frequently.

While waiting for the next piece of art I have also began work on my poetry book dedicated to my Little Gramma and her house. She recently passed away at 91 and they sold her house which bummed me out and inspired me to share how much she and her hospitality affected me. So far these poems have moved me to some deep loving emotional places and I cannot wait to share it with everyone. We all loved my Gramma a ton and this book with hopefully do that love some justice.

I continue to work on my chapters for the Serial fiction story on this blog and once I get the artwork for the next chapter I will post it up. I am hoping to get the next 4 chapters out all within one month. If you want to get your art onto one of my chapters please contact me and let me know and I will send you a chapter to work on. If you happen to purchase one of my books, please review it and let the world know how awesome it was and how you will never be the same after you've read it, or you could be honest whatever floats your boat.

Thanks for reading and tell a friend!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #9 of 80

Artist Dustin Scott

“Crash!”
Giggles fell from his resting place then jumped up.
Tommy stood there, cymbals in hand, laughing hard.
“Oh my God, that was classic.” Tommy said.
Giggles smiled and rubbed his face.
Drool covered his hand.
“Man, you were out. I called your name twice. Then I had to take things into my own hands.”
This pun started Tommy on another fit of laughter.
“You’re an asshole.” said Giggles as he laughed lightly with Tommy.
“Hey,” said Tommy, “The Gang has been looking for you. I guess they’re wanting to practice after last night.”
“Ok Tommy. I’ll go find them.”
Giggles walked past Tommy down the bleachers.
“Crash!” again the cymbals boomed and startled Giggles.
He tripped on the last bench.

Tommy fell back, uncontainable, laughing hysterically. 

Sorry it's been awhile posting my story. I need artists submissions so if you are or know an artist who would like to contribute please let me know. Thanks, and enjoy!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Published Poetry - New Book Out Today


After 2 years of working on this project we finally got it published. I am so proud of my wife Carny Val for creating the exact cover I wanted. I am so proud to have family and friends who supported me through this adventure and who helped me edit the book for free. I love all of you!

This book came out of a project of mine where I carried a pocket notebook with me wherever I went and wrote poems when I felt inspired. It took about a year and half to finish the poems then almost another year to get to this point. In that time I've written a whole new book of poems from my pocket and started the current serial fiction story on this blog.

If you want to check out the book you can buy it for a limited time for 20% off the cover price at the link below. Once I have it up on Amazon and available for e-readers I will let everyone know. Until then I am grateful for your readership and hope you enjoy my poems.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #8 of 80

Artist Violeta Angeles Brody
After Giggles gave the officer information for tonight’s show he went to the big tent.
His nerves were shot.
Adrenalin had been pumping hard for hours and he was mentally and physically exhausted.
The McKinsey twins were practicing in the natural light from the top of the tent and half lights illuminating the dark spots.
Giggles slipped in unnoticed and watched from the bleachers.
The girls rolled and swung in circles.
Dancing together in the air held only by cloth and thigh muscles.
Giggles laid down on the cool metal bench.
It felt soothing on his face.
He drifted off easily.

The only sound was the soft ruffle as the cloth wound and unwound from the McKinsey’s bodies.


Thank again for the amazing artwork from Violeta. Check out more of her work on her Deviant Art page here:
http://the-immortal-squid.deviantart.com/ 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Micro Fiction - Once Along The Bell Tower


She looked in his vacant eyes. A pool of black ooze remained at the feet of the unholy creature. His gaping maw still open in ravaging suspended furry. Jessica brought the flame around and waved it at the statue. Just before it could seize her she had thrown the bottle of elixir down the beast’s screaming throat. As the witch had promised the prophecy was complete and the gargoyle was turned back to stone. Never again will Jessica be the same and never again will she play Once Along The Bell Tower.

Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you thought. I wrote this micro fiction as a challenge to make something from start to end with very few words but no less excitement.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #7 of 80

Odd Family Haunted House 2012

This is where it happened.
Looking through the back window Giggles smiles.
Smith is pounding on the roof.
“Don’t you fucking drive away! We're not through coward!” Smith yells as he blocks the car.
Giggles lurches the car backwards.
“What? Are you going to run me over?”
Giggles’ hands tighten on the steering wheel.
He revs the engine.
“Oh I’m so scared. You don’t have the balls!”
Emphasis on balls.
That was the trigger.
The impetus of the argument.
And the moment Giggles lost control.
The car came to a stop 50 yards further back.
Giggles got out and locked it.
“Thank you.” Said the officer.

“I have another question sir, please step over here.”

No artist submissions this chapter. I needed to something posted since I have been gone for a while. This is a picture of me at our haunted house a couple of years ago. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #6 of 80

Artist Sarah Perez

Giggles watched the people look away or look up.
Walking through the crowd of his fellow circus performers followed by a police officer.
Sweat beads drip down his face diving off his eyelashes and landing on his belly.
Giggles turns right, his heart racing as the officer grasps his arm.
“This way sir,” The officer says.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Says Giggles.
They both emerge into the field behind the circus.
The sun blinds Giggles and he squints to focus on his car which is blocking the exit drive way.
“I’ll move it right now, sorry sir.”

“No problem. We have to keep that lane clear.”

Thank you to Sarah Perez for her awesome artwork. It is on a wood block and she gave it to me in person as a gift. I couldn't be more excited, proud, and grateful for the wonderful people in my life. See her other artwork on her website: http://www.sarahperezdesign.com/

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #5 of 80

Artist - Jasmine Boswell
Freedom comes with a price.
Giggles’ food is free from his stomach and the price is searing pain down the back of his throat.
As he leaves the trailer he sees Samuel the lead carny talking to a police officer.
They both look to Giggles as Samuel points in his direction.
Giggles has nothing left in his stomach but he feels nauseous none the less.
They begin to walk his way.
"This is it," Giggles thinks.
"I regret nothing." 
“This is him.” Samuel says.
The police officer turns and says something into his walkie talkie on his shoulder and turns back.

“Sir, do you drive a red, white, and blue Mini?”

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #4 of 80

Artist - Bob "Uncle Bacon" Hurton

Sweat dripped from his forehead and clouded his red eyes.
Starring in the mirror Giggles pants out labored breath.
Is it hot in here? He thinks.
Taking another large gulp of milk he looks at himself.
Milk mustache.
Faded clown makeup from yesterday.
He hadn’t showered when he got home from grave digging.
“Why’d they fucking put jalapenos in the chorizo?” he said to the mirror.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his muddy shoes.
What did I do? He thought.
Then it all came back up and out onto the mirror.

Thanks to Bob "Uncle Bacon" Hurton for this awesome linocut print. I want a t-shirt of this now!

If you're an artist and would like to make a piece for my upcoming chapters let me know!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #3 of 80

Artist - Junior Mora

As Giggles left his trailer the dogs barked.
“Get those mongrels away from my trailer. I was trying to sleep!” Giggles yelled.
Smiley grinned his toothless grin.
The dogs yearned to bite an ankle.
Shin.
Or anything in their reach.
Giggles couldn't help but snicker.
Six Pomeranians with spike collars and leather jackets barking like crazed freaks will do that to anyone.
Giggles walked to the small tent for breakfast.
He smiled.
Today was going to be a good day.

Thanks so much to the amazing artwork from Junior Mora. Check out more of his work on Instagram and Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/junior.mora.94 and http://instagram.com/junior4art 

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #2 of 80

 Artist - Violeta Angeles Brodie

“The hounds are gonna get cha.” Smith growled.
Giggles felt the hot breath on his neck and smelled the sour menthol stench of years of Good ‘ol Boys tobacco.
“The hounds are gonna get cha boy.”
Giggles was set in stone.
Paralyzed by fear.
Move he thought.
Move, run!
Still and unmovable.
Stuck like a redwood only able to sway in fear.
“You got nowhere to run from these hounds. They gonna find what you done.”

Giggles woke with a honk as he sat up onto his horn.


Thanks so much to the amazing artwork from Violeta. Check out more of her work on her Deviant Art page here:
http://the-immortal-squid.deviantart.com/ 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Giggles Ain't Laughin' No More - #1 of 80


He winked and tossed a shovel full of earth on Smith. 
Blackness left his thoughts.
Weight lifted from his shoulders.
The rain came down as if even God wanted to wash away the past.
Shovel,
Thump.
Shovel,
Thump.
It's over.
Giggles felt like dancing.
His size 27's would get in the way,
and all the mud made them stick to the ground.
"Fuck you Smith! Can't even dance and that's your fault too."

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Introduction - Storytime Time


Hello reader and welcome to my adventure. I am currently working on a new exciting project that I hope you came here to experience. I always have some project I have in the hopper and this time I am working on another pocket notebook. My last two have been with me as I travel around for work and pleasure and I have been filling them with poetry when the inspiration strikes. On my next pocket notebook I decided to change things up and write a story. I've already started writing a few pages worth and then I thought I should post these as I go. So if you're so inclined stay tuned and watch my blog for new entries. Here is a little insight to how I work and how this project will unfold.


  • First, I don't storyboard or write indexes. This story will unfold as it wants to as I write it. The challenge will be tying it all up at the end since I have a finite amount of pages, 80.
  • I carry the notebook in my pocket most of the time and have very little time due to my current work load at my job. So when I get a second I will write one page of the story and then hopefully type it up and post it. 
  • The story will posted in order 1-80. I welcome any and all comments. When the story is finished I will be publishing a hard copy for anyone interested. The published version will not be edited but will have some extra footage.
  • I welcome fan art, send it now!
  • I am writing this story in pen into a notebook and then typing out word for word no editing on the computer after the fact. What I wrote is what you get. (I may come to regret this, but that's the project and I'm sticking to it).
  • Lastly, I don't know how long this will take but I'll keep it up until I'm done and I won't be starting new writing projects until this is finished. I probably won't post every week (I do have vacations) but will try and wrap it up in three or four months. (Just in time for Xmas)
I hope everyone likes my story and please keep in touch. As long as I enjoy the ride then it was all worth it. Keep an eye out for my new Poetry boot F%$king Poetry coming soon to a store/electronic device near you.