Good news and bad news. An update from the cave. The hermit shambles forth from the dark mouth, a decree on his chapped lips.
(That’s me, by the way.)
Let’s start with the bad news: it seems unlikely that my work with The New American Apocalypse will continue, at least not for a long time (by which point it will be no longer topical and probably forgotten by its readers). I know, I know–we were all looking forward to the final battle between our brainburnt narrator and the squirming tentacles of fascist, greed-driven evil, but I’ve fallen several entries behind and have taken on too many projects to spend much time catching up…and certainly not before voting day.
Perhaps I’ll resurrect the story and finish it soon, maybe 2 years from now, maybe in the form of a smaller, less-improvised, and even more grotesque little chap-book. Who knows? I don’t. And even if I did, I would carry the idea in secret, hidden beneath the tattered folds of my yellow cloak.
On to the good news!
The good news: the reason The New American Apocalypse has been on the back-burner for so long, and the forces behind my decision to suspend all work on it (at least for some time) is because I’m juggling too many other, larger projects. I am plodding along, slowly but surely, on a sequel to No Grave. It’s unlikely to see release before mid-2017, but it’s getting done. The Brownstone crew and the sundry other characters wrapped up in this world of shadows, secrets, and scares will visit upon you again! Fear not…or, yeah, probably fear a little.
The second piece of news: I am also plodding forth in my dealings with the large (and largely-abandoned) town of Oceanrest, Maine. By now, some of you might’ve noticed a story about a black house in the woods, or about a strange CD linked to hallucinatory effects, or about a man who wakes up every morning haunted by the ghosts of the future. Or maybe you’ve just heard about Oceanrest from a mysterious diary page found in a rotting pile of debris. In any case, the setting is going places. I’ve hinted at something for a while and, to excuse my seeming abandonment of my improvisational blog project, perhaps it is time I came clean and told you: there are talks of a novel. I’ve written it, three full from-scratch drafts and months in revisions and rewrites, working happily with editorial staff from various interested parties. I don’t want to give away too much, in case we get caught in development/contractual hell, but there may be copies available in bookstores in the foreseeable future (assuming we do not all drown in hellfire or nuclear radiation first). Expect to see more Oceanrest short stories in e-zines, magazines, and on my blog, and (hopefully) you’ll be able to get a larger look at the town and its denizens in the not-too-distant future.
The third piece of news: I am writing a podcast. As these things often are, the podcast is being created on a tightwire budget above a vast crevasse of darkness, but the people in charge are people I’ve worked with on other projects and who have a history of creating quality goods despite (or because of) budgetary limitations. They have a strong track record and I trust them. These words will reach your ears, sooner or later, through the lips of talented voice actors. Of course, I’ve never written a podcast before–and this is why, in the past four months, I have gone from 1 podcast subscription with 40 “heard” episodes, to 15 podcast subscriptions with 266 “heard” episodes. I’ve been learning the ropes, writing and revising episodes, etc… and this has, in addition to the above-mentioned news, taken time.
So, between an upcoming Furies book, a possible Oceanrest book (and more Oceanrest stories in general), and a podcast…my plate is a bit full. And so we bid (hopefully brief) adieu to our New American Apocalypse and its tentacular evils in order to march more steadily forward.
With great love and hope and utter sky-rending terror,