The Blue, the Grey, and the Scarlet

Maybe someone out there remembers this one.  The unofficial cover from KnightWatch Press graces the top of my blog, as a matter of fact.  Well, after a solid, short run, KnightWatch went kaput and tossed some of their yet-unpublished anthos overboard to other willing publishers.  They were then taken over by a new imprint called Fringeworks.  Anyway the antho I was contracted for never made it out of the gates.  That’s life in small-time publishing,  I’m really sad to say.

I wrote my story “A Pound of Flesh” back in 2011, just to give you an idea of how long this Civil War horror compilation has been on a slow simmer.

Anyway, Neon Moon Publications has taken over the contracts, and last I heard, the book is slated to be released in March.  We shall see…

Here is the TOC, in order they will appear, as I understand.

1 – Dog Meat – Nathan Barnes
2 – A Pound Of Flesh – Kim Krodel
3 – Where Angels Fear To Tread – J. Rodimus Fowler
4 – Traitor, Coward, Betrayer – Russell Brown
5 – The Corrupted – R.W. Hawkins
6 – The Fossum Hill Letters – Erick Mertz
7 – The Confederate Dead – Jonathan Wood
8 – Wept The Midnight Sky – Joshua Skye
9 – The Truth – Jeremy Peterson
10 – The Lost Unit Of South Mountain – Ken Courtenay
11 – When Johnny Came Marching Home – Jeff Suess
12 – Place Of Refuge – Dale Eldon
13 – Stonewall – Brent Abell
14 – Meat For The Beast – Buck Weiss
English: Dog Meat On Sale At Kyungdong Shijang...

English: Dog Meat On Sale At Kyungdong Shijang Market, Seoul, Korea Taken by Rob Sherridan, posted on his Flickr account at More Rob Sherridan pictures can be found at CC-Share Alike 3.0 licensed. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Oh yes they do.

I’ll keep you posted.  They say good things come to those who wait, so this book should be a real firecracker by that logic.

Hang loose,



The Dead Have Ruled the Earth for 200 Years

The new book by Noah Mullette-Gillman is out today.  I’ve decided to post the blurb and a teaser for fun.

Two hundred years after  humanity was forced to abandon Earth to the zombie hordes, three humans  descend in great armored battle-suits into a world populated only by the ravenous and rotting undead. They will gun down as many hundreds and  thousands of the monsters as necessary in their fight to retrieve the  most important possession we left behind.

Too bad one of them is an idiot.

The Dead Have Ruled Earth for 200 Years is not a love story. It is not a  work of spiritual mythology. It is bleeding and biting, cutting and  explosions; a written rocket of death and disfigurement, with all  humanity’s future at stake. Get ready for a white-knuckled descent into  the worst of all possible nightmares. Two centuries after the end of the world, it may be the last story of humanity’s battle to survive.

And here’s an excerpt from “The Dead Have Ruled the Earth for 200 Years.”

A howl announced their arrival. The heralding scream continued on and on, longer than most people would have been able to hold the note. As the monster screamed, infected began pouring into the room. Some of them came from the doors above, a few from the portal they had used to come into the entryway. The two groups arrived simultaneously, almost as if they had been choreographed.

A man and a woman stumbled their way forward, attached at their skulls like conjoined babies. She looked to have been in her late forties, and he was perhaps eighteen or nineteen. The side of his head was bleeding near her mouth, almost of if she had been trying to slowly gnaw herself free.

A large Hispanic man burst though the upstairs door. His left arm was completely missing. Black char was visible just above his elbow, suggesting that it had been burned away. He wore a New York Yankees T-shirt.

Behind him was another man. This one’s face was almost entirely covered with scabs. One of his eyes looked shut by the swelling and crusting, the other was only half-open. For some reason, he carried a potted plant, which he held to his chest as if trying to protect it.

The face of another woman was visible just behind him. Her teeth were out. Her eyes were red and the muscles of her face were twisted and contorted with a shaking and furious anger.

Dix readied his walking stick, as another three of the monsters came rushing in from the door on the ground level.

Catherine took out her knife and moved closer to Dix. He suddenly looked very vulnerable and unprotected without a shirt on. All of that pink and perfect flesh was just waiting for one of the infected to bite down upon it.

He crashed the silver handle of his walking stick down across the forehead of a skinny man with long brown hair and a black beard. The thing’s brow burst red and he fell down.

Dix turned and jabbed the end of the stick into the stomach of a woman with filthy blonde hair. One of her front teeth was missing. A tattoo of a bird was half-visible above her torn shirt. Dix turned and hammered his fist into the side of her mouth, and then brought the silver end of the stick down like thunder against her nose and eyes.

Catherine hesitated, watching the monsters storm in from both doors. She adjusted her hold on the knife.

The conjoined couple looked like they might fall over one another on their way down the staircase, but at the last moment the man grabbed ahold of the handrail and righted them.

The scabbed man with the potted plant almost leapt over the pair on his way down. He was looking at Dix. Catherine gritted her teeth and got herself ready.

The first man whom Dix had knocked down began reaching for Dix’s leg. The space-man growled like a dog and put his foot down on the zombie’s head. He then kicked his victim twice in the face, knocking the monster back. As he did so, two more undead raced through and grabbed him by the arms. One of them bared her teeth and began to move her face towards his arm.

Shouting out something like, “Naw,”Catherine jumped up and hit the one on Dix’s right arm with her knife. She didn’t strike hard enough to break through, but she smacked the creature in the side of the head, which knocked it a short distance further away from Dix.

Dix grabbed the one Catherine had hit and threw it at the man on his left, causing them both to fall back, tumbling over each other’s bodies.

By then, the diseased man with the potted plant was upon them.

Without thinking, Catherine grabbed the edge of the pot and cast it to the side, spilling the dirt across the hospital floor, as she jabbed the knife under his ribcage and right into his heart. She retrieved her hand and noted the dark red paint which now covered it. She had been thinking about a special she’d seen in which Aztec priests had used to kill their sacrifices with a single strike under the ribs, but she never imagined she could actually do it herself.

Catherine looked down and saw just a hint of shining metal where her weapon had become enveloped inside of her victim’s body cavity.

She looked up and saw the angry zombie with teeth flashing, only a few inches from her face. The monster was shouting and cursing at her in the meaningless language of the dead.

Without asking her opinion, Catherine’s nails pulled her hands up and wrapped themselves against the monster’s throat. She cracked the woman’s skull on the hard marble tiles.

As she stood again, she watched Dix, now on the landing above, swinging his stick against the faces of the dead above her.

You can find the full story on Amazon at


Zombie Love Boat, Shiny and New

So, it’s been a while since I blogged, because that’s how I roll–tardy.  Oh well.  I was on “vacation” recently so that is my excuse for not blogging in the past week.  Don’t ask about the month or so before that.

Anyhoo, I’m here to post some exciting updates…

1.  My story about killer wasps “It Sticks With You,” recently got accepted into Crooked Cat’s charity antho “Fear” due out some time around All Hallows’ Eve.  Fantastic.  Proceeds go to Doctors Without Borders and Barnardo’s (aiding at-risk children in the UK)

2.  My zombie bacon and longpork, AKA zombie cannibalism, story entitled “The Smokehouse” was chosen for Knightwatch Press’ up-coming anthology.  The book will also contain a modified version of my pulled pork recipe.  You can guess what kind of meat it calls for.  Hope you have a big crock pot. 🙂

This book is sponsored by the Zombie Fiend website.  It’s an active forum for lovers of all things zombie.  If you enjoy discussing weapon choices for the zombie apocalypse, or if you are planting a killer veggie garden for the end times and need a little advise, swing on over.  The folks there would love to have you (for dinner).  Just a little cheesy cannibalism humor, there.  Everything tastes better with cheese.  Sorry.

By the way, this is the one I get a t-shirt for.  Score!

3.  Winter is coming.  So is fall.  Soon the little chicks in my roost will fly off to school and maybe, just maybe, I’ll blog more frequently.

4.  We all know that is a bold-faced lie.

Thanks for stopping in.  Come back real soon, will ya?


Procrastination: Writing Excuses 101

1. My dog ate my computer.

Oh, wait.  I don’t have a dog.  But if I did, I’d want this one.  At least he’d only eat my maple bacon and cat treats.

2. I just need to jump on Facebook/Twitter and/or check my email (for the next 2 hours).

3. I’m not sure what to do with this scene/I’m waiting for the characters to tell me what happens next/I’m waiting for an epiphany in the form of a blow to the head or a lightning strike.  How about a kick in the ass?

4. I need to wash my hair.

5. I need to wash the dishes (I know I’m grasping at straws when I use this one).

6. I’m just not in the zombie/cannibal/demon/vampire/insert anything writing mood.  Maybe I will be tomorrow.  Actually, if I sit down and start, I’ll get in the writing mood.  That’s how it works, and I know this.

7. I just need to watch a few videos on You Tube to get inspired first (six hours later…).

8. Another project takes precedence (and so I work on neither one).

9. I have to write a blog today.  Therefore, I can’t work on my current project.  Add any of the aforementioned excuses to this one to find out why the blog doesn’t get written either.

10. I’m exhausted from being the Games Master at Bible camp all week. And, no, they aren’t Hunger Games.

11.  I find it impossible to concentrate with 3 kids running around and asking for snacks/toys/or, as is the case right this second “Mom, where are my arms?” because they are pulled into the small kid’s sleeves.  These interruptions occur approximately five billion times a day during summer break.  I need a break from summer break.

12.  This nervous twitch in my eyelid whenever I stare at the computer for any length of time is stopping me from writing.  I mean really, what the heck?  It’s been like five days!  Maybe I should write a short about a killer nervous twitch.

And now for a quick pep talk to inspire me to get some writing done tonight…

Come on, you lazy puke–you’re not tired!  Eye twitches are kinda fun anyway!  You hate dishes, and besides the dishwasher is running right now.

Put those kids to bed and write, damn it!

Or maybe fall asleep on the couch watching a chick flick…It might generate some great ideas…

Movies You Can’t Stop Watching or The Mommy Dearest Syndrome

Today I want to talk about something that I like to call The Mommy Dearest Syndrome.  You know what I mean.  We all have that movie (or five) that, if we happen to flip through and land on it accidentally, we can’t stop watching.

I have a few movies like this, the big gold medal winner being “Mommy Dearest.”  Call me crazy.  Now, I can’t say exactly what it is about this film… Is the acting so high-caliber that it sucks me in like a black hole?  No.  Do I have an unbridled obsession with Joan Crawford?  No, again.  Do I beat my kids with wire hangers for using said wire hangers, and the movie somehow validates my poor parenting choices?  Not at all.  Although I do like to scream “No wire hangers EVER!” at random and inappropriate times.  Who doesn’t?

But I could turn on the TV to check the weather before going out for a root canal and if Mommy Dearest happened to be sucking back G and Ts and introducing strange men to her kids as “Uncle” So and So, I’m in trouble.  Yeah, I’m making that call and canceling my appointment.  I’m eating the fifty dollar late cancellation fee.  I’m sucking back G and Ts to dull the throbbing pain of my abcessed tooth.  All during the commercial break, mind you, because the only channels that run “Mommy Dearest” are the ones with frequent and excessive commercial breaks and I don’t want to miss a second of it.  I’m already suffering from an inexplicable depression for coming in when my movie is half over.  Or maybe because there is still half to go.  I can’t say, really.  I’m getting that nauseous feeling just thinking about watching it now.

That’s okay.  I’ll take the multiple advertisement opportunities to thaw out a steak for dinner or check the kids closets.

By the way, I love the steak part.  I think about it every time I make my kids finish their dinner.  I thought about it a lot yesterday when my youngest’s granola bar he pestered me for (no, not pestered, he rode me like a trick pony until I finally got off my butt and gave it to him, and all five minutes after a dinner he barely ate because he was “tooooooo fullllll”) was sitting on the table overnight because, when he became “tooooooo fullllll” to finish that, I was like, “Oh, you’re full of something, alright” and I left it on the table for a pre-breakfast snack the next day.

That was a long sentence.  My apologies.  My point is, I am totally picking up what Joan is dropping in that scene.

And, just like Joan, I threw the damn thing out about twenty-four hours later when, beaten down, I simply gave up.

Frankly, I think she got a bad rap.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll make the children address me as Mommy Dearest for the day, just to try it on for size.

Another movie that I can’t turn away from is “Ghosts of Mars.”  Yeah, yeah, laugh if you will–I finally made my husband watch this one and he was all, “that wasn’t scary at all!”  But, in my defense, there is something chilling about people being overcome by some nasty entity that makes them psycho killers and causes them to stick barbs through their faces without even wincing.  It could happen to anyone!  Ooh!  That just reminded me of the movie “Fallen,” which is another one I can’t pass up when it’s on.  Fantastic flick.

Also, along a similar vein of gut-grabbing creepy is “28 Days Later” which I could watch over and over and over and still be pants-peeingly scared.

And finally, “The Departed.”  No need for explanation.  Okay, I will anyway.  Leo.

Warning: This video has many F bombs and one Indian in the Cupboard.

So, lay it on me.  I’m really curious to hear what flicks other folks can’t flip off.  Comment.  Comment now.  Ready, set, go.

Bitch Fest 2012

So, I’ve been kicking myself the past few days to get a blog in (and to clean the cat box).  I keep getting email notifications from blogs I subscribe to.  These overachievers are churning out, like, three blogs a week.  What the hey?  How do they have time to do other writing?  Or shit-box cleaning?  Or basic self-hygiene tasks?

[Grumble, spit, bleepin’ making me look bad]

Well, the cat box got cleaned today (and let me tell ya, that was a doozy) and here I am blogging about not wanting to blog.  Who doesn’t want to read this crap-laced blog post?

Have you seen this cat? She has been missing since last fall. Other cats have since been pooping in her box. I miss her.

Actually, I’ve been quite busy writing the past two weeks.  Submitted a 13,000 word story under my dirty pen name and cranked out 20,000 words in the past three weeks or so (again, dirty pen) and now the guilt of not spiffing up a dormant horror story and trying to find a home for it, and not working on that zombie long pork story I started weeks ago (200 words or so–if you can call that starting), and not editing and sending to betas the other two novels sitting in my C drive, well, it’s really getting me down.

Damn, that was a long sentence.  My apologies.

Tack on to that the fact that I write a newsletter for my daylily society which I try to get out in spring and fall.  But spring sprang and now I am feeling the pressure and a lack of initiative.  Add to that the fact that I keep getting these frackin’ back spasms and have been popping Flexeril like candy.  Not only does my back still kill me, but I feel like the walking dead.  Muscle relaxers suck-it big time.  I’m so tired, and gazing at a computer screen with a warm pack on my back inspires me only to sleep, unfortunately.  And oh the dry mouth.  I shake my fist at you, Flexeril.  And to my back, the bird.

In more exciting news, “Childhood Nightmares: Under the Bed” from Sirens Call Press is now out both digitally and in paperback.  Super cool.  I’m looking forward to holding a real copy in my hands, but for now, I content myself with reading my Kindle version.


Anyway, I’ll get off my gripe horse and take my little human beans to bed (yes, we’ve been reading “The BFG” by Roald Dahl–I enjoy scaring the crap out of reading to my children).

Now I can check “blog” off of my to do list.  Yeehaw!

See you next week or so.  Same time, same bad jokes, and same stinky cat box.

Interview with Horror Author and Editor Armand Rosamilia

1.     You seem to like zombies.  Any one movie or book that ignited that passion?

The Rising by Brian Keene. Before that book I was a big fan of zombie movies, but never read anything. I didn’t think it would be something I’d like to read about, since most zombie movies follow a pretty strict format. I was pleasantly surprised when I read Keene’s book, and then devoured the rest of them. Then I went looking for more…

2.     Do you find it easier or more enjoyable to write male or female protagonists?  If you have a preference–why?

Strangely (and I blogged about that not too long ago), I don’t have a preference. I used to write strictly male characters because I’m a male and didn’t think I could do justice to a female main character. When I started writing the Darlene Bobich stories (Darlene Bobich: Zombie Killer, Dying Days and Dying Days 2) she flowed and it was so easy to write her. I’m interested to see going forward how many male vs. female leads I write.

3.     If you could pick one weapon for a zombie fight, what would it be?

Isn’t the machete the go-to weapon? It’s quiet, easy to carry, and lightweight. Using rifles and pistols draws too many zombies. Either that or a blunt toothpick… now that would be the true test of a zombie killer.

Personally, all I need are these guns right here [flexing and kissing my biceps].  But I respect your choice, Armand.

4.     What monster was under your bed or in your closet as a child?

Great question! Every weird, evil and/or alien creature in Dean Koontz books. When I was ten or eleven I started reading all of my mom’s horror books, especially Koontz. Then I’d be under the covers in bed hoping The Ancient Enemy from Phantoms wasn’t in the closet.

I cut my teeth on Koontz, too.  Good times.  Good times.

5.     Any tips or insights into your writing/editing process that you think are unique or worth sharing with us?

I use index cards each day. I pull a fresh one while the coffee is brewing and make a reasonable list of what I need to do that day, either a word count (2,000 word goal) or finish a story or another chapter, read some submissions for an anthology, check e-mail, things like that. As I finish things I cross them off the index card and feel like I’m getting somewhere, instead of huge goals like ‘write a 50k book’. If I can hit 2,000 words a day on the first draft I’ll have that in 25 days.

6.     Which of your books are you most proud of and why?

Death Metal, because it was the first great moment I had in publishing where a publisher simply loved it and didn’t want to change a thing about it. It was my first real release through another publisher besides anthology stories. Even after 40+ releases, it’s still my favorite. The publisher called it urban horror, but it’s really just a thriller. Very graphic, lots of violence, drug use, profanity, and (I think) a unique plot.

7.     Fast zombies/smart zombies—some traditionalists think that they shouldn’t be done.  How about you, Armand?  Is there anywhere you “won’t go” when it comes to zombies?

I’m not a fan of fast zombies, yet my favorite zombie movie is the Dawn of the Dead remake with Ving Rhames and they’re fast. I’m more into the traditional zombie, although having some twists is always good for the genre. In my “Dying Days” extreme zombie series, there’s the added pressure that the zombies don’t just want to eat you, they want to sexually violate you. I never cross the line into graphic rape but the threat is always there. In “Dying Days 2” I added yet another twist, which I won’t spoil.

8.     What is the most compelling reason you can give someone who has yet to read your work to pick up one of your books?

I have bills to pay. Actually, I think my zombie stories are more than just survivors constantly being attacked by undead. A reader recently pointed out how many pages in between zombie mentions in a couple of my books, which is a good thing. It’s about the people thrust into this situation and what they do. Sometimes the worst enemy is still living.

9.     Do you use a common mode of transmission for the zombie disease in all of your books, or do you switch things up?  Care to give us a peek into how your zombies began, your patient zero, as it were?

Nope. I’ve purposely left it wide open. In the Darlene Bobich short story “Rear Guard” I have some characters talking about the various rumors they heard on how this all began, offering widely varying accounts. I never mention how it started, and I might never give the one solid reason. I think it adds a bit of mystery to the story.

10.     If you were conducting this interview, what question would you be dying to ask yourself?

Easy question. Armand, why are you so damn sexy? Oh, wait, wrong interview. I would ask myself ‘if you were conducting this interview, what question would you be dying to ask yourself?’ and then just keep looping it over and over until I passed out.

The Sexy Beast Himself

The Sexy Beast Himself

11.     Who is your favorite serial killer?  Doesn’t mean you like the person—I just want to know the case you are most curious about.  I think we all have at least one.  Something about trying to see into the mind of someone so grotesquely twisted to see if anything in there makes the tiniest bit of sense.  Who’s your Jeffrey Dahmer, Armand, and why?

Ed Gein, because he influenced so many authors and filmmakers (Psycho, Silence of the Lambs, Bambi – OK, maybe not Bambi). This dude was sick, and did some crazy stuff. I’ve read several books about him, watched every movie they made about him, and “Dead Skin Mask” by Slayer is one of my favorite songs ever. Fascinating.

I was always partial to Blind Melon’s “Skinned” for my personal fave Ed Gein anthem.  It just makes killing sound so happy and carefree!  There aren’t many songs that can really work a kazoo.  Slayer makes me want to jump into a pit and come out with random teeth imbedded in my elbows. 

Both are good in their own way–just depends on what mood you’re in and how much vodka is in your system. 

For our collective listening pleasure, I will provide both.  🙂

I had to pick that version because Scooby Doo is at the concert.

And on those ass-kicking notes, I would like to thank Armand Rosamilia for stopping by and sharing a little bit of his crazy.  It was a pleasure.

Don’t forget to check out his books, boys and girls.  Much like Slayer, they are fast and furious–and a guaranteed good time!