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It’s release day for Detritus, featuring stories from Brent Kelley, Edmund Colell, Jeremy C Shipp, Kealan Patrick Burke, Lee Widener, L.S. Murphy, Louise Bohmer, Mary Borsellino, Michael Colangelo, Michael Montoure, Neil Davies, Opal Edgar, Pete Clark, Phil Hickes and S.P. Miskowski.
Grab a copy for your Kindle now by clicking the book cover above.
The impulse to collect springs from deep within the human psyche Squirrels gather acorns, rats collect shiny things, but only humans assign meaning to the objects they collect. Detritus is a collection of stories about the impulse to collect, preserve, and display gone horribly wrong.
Brent Michael Kelley Ride
Edmund Colell Shrieking Gauze
Jeremy Shipp Chewed up
Kealan Patrick Burke The Room Beneath the Stairs
Lee Widener Let Them Into Your Heart
L.S. Murphy The Tick-Tock Heart
Louise Bohmer Armoire
Mary Borsellino Shots and Cuts
Michael Colangelo Arkitektur
Michael Montoure Heroes and Villains
Neil Davies Candy Lady
Opal Edgar Crawling Insect Life
Pete Clark In His Own Graven Image
Phil Hickes Mrs. Grainger’s Animal Emporium
S.P Miskowski The Highest and the Sweetest
Paperback available from Omnium Gatherum for $13.99 (coming soon on Amazon). Click the OG logo to grab a print copy.
Tomorrow, I’ll be blogging an excerpt from my contribution to this fine anthology.
X-posted from the KHP Publishers site:
As of December 23, 2011, KHP Publishers (Koehler – Hintz & Partners Publishers, to be specific) is now incorporated, and going forward will be assuming the name KHP Publishers, Inc.
This decision was made for several reasons with the consideration of our maturing business model. Incorporating protects and separates our personal assets from business liabilities, while securing our name in the state we headquarter our operations. It gives our company peace of mind in terms of investments and contractual agreements that we structure on an annual basis.
Our business is constantly evolving. Annual profits for 2011 are up over 50% and operating expenses are down 53% from 2010. Removing our publishing overhead and converting the house to “digital only” have also been contributing factors.
We thank our authors, retailers, and most importantly, our customers for their continued support of KHP Publishers, Inc. We are excited for the new year and our upcoming publications from Black Death Books, Skullvines Press, Blasphemous Books, and Violet Ivy Press, and hope you are, too.
KHP Publishers, Inc.
Today’s guest post delights my satyr cohorts. They’re currently playing poker with Chuggie, and partying hard. I told them to clean up after themselves. That’s all I ask. Anyhoo, on with our guest blogger!
Brent Michael Kelley lives and writes in the Wisconsin Northwoods. He shares a home with such things as hairless dogs, a snake named Darth Batman, and the woman he married on Halloween. In addition to writing about his pal Chuggie, he likes writing story-poems, painting monsters, and making wine. Some say late at night, if you’re alone by a campfire, you can summon Brent by closing your eyes and saying his name eleven times. He insists this is not true and there’s no way it will work… yet.
Pay Brent a visit at: http://www.catbat.com/bmk/ or click on his pic above to check out his facebook.
The Birth of Chuggie
It was 2001 or 2002, I can’t be positive. I was an Art major at University of Wisconsin – Stout. One day my painting instructor told us about her muse, a woman who came and stood beside her while she painted. I admit I was fascinated and wanted a muse, too. Later that night, I went to work summoning one of my own. I’m sure I hoped for a hot chick in a bikini with a little attitude, but that’s not what I got.
First he told me only his name: Chuggie. It soon became clear Chuggie was quite intoxicated, a permanent condition. His voice sounded like gravel. I invited him to come visit again so I could find out more about him, and he obliged. He scowled at everything and always squinted. He had five horns and a chain across his chest.
Soon after, a bunch of classes in the Art Dept. took a field trip to some galleries in Minneapolis. I spent the day milling around with my girlfriend’s BFF, worshipping Dali paintings and scoffing at Mondrians. I gravitate towards dark or surreal art, and I’d taken in many wondrous examples that day. They swirled in my head.
On the bus ride back to school, I began to write in my sketchbook. It was a gloomy, foggy scene about Chuggie clawing his way through the brush and emerging in a field full of petrified wooden posts. He knew right away he’d stumbled into a Desecration. Little monsters skittered out of the weeds and hissed at him through mouths full of needle-like teeth. One told him, “In death, you will serve the Gooch!”
He bashed that one with the metal weight at the end of his chain, and the other vanished into the haze. He couldn’t fight his way back through the brush, so he ventured further into the Desecration. It all had something to do with a knife made of bone called the Bleeding Jaws of Glughu and a purse made from the face of a goat.
Over the years the story surged and receded. It was always in the back of my mind, but I was no writer. It was just something to fart around with when I was bored. I drew Chuggie’s picture. I drew Steel Jacks.
After graduation, I ended up in St. Paul, MN designing signs. My lady was living about 3 hours away, damn near the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Driving to see her, I would jabber on into my voice recorder, working on my Chuggie story with Tom Waits playing on the stereo. It was Highway 64 most of the way, one of my all-time favorite roads in this world. Crows cawed on fence posts and deer grazed in fields as I rolled through. Whether I was coming or going, I always seemed to drive that road at sunset. I have over 30 tapes filled with Chuggie ramblings and angry rants about other drivers. It’s pretty amusing if you listen to the playback at double speed. At my apartment in West St. Paul, I covered my coffee table with white paper off a roll. I filled it time and again with sketches and notes. They’re still around, my sheets of coffee table notes.
I moved back to Wisconsin after a couple years in Minnesota. Moved in with my lady. We bought a house, and a dog. I signed up for a workshop with Mr. Jeremy C. Shipp, where I learned a great deal about writing and publishing. I also made several key literary contacts. We got another dog. Chuggie was getting closer. Hell, I could smell his pipe smoke wafting under the door.
Omnium Gatherum decided to take a chance on my little story last summer. We signed a contract in September or something, then I got to work on the second rewrite. Chop this scene, expand that one, more description here, I don’t know what you’re saying there. Then final edits. Then proofing. Then a final round of tweaks. Boom. Now it’s published. You can buy a copy on Amazon in print or eBook.
It’s JUST. THAT. EASY.
Oh, and since you ask, yes I am working on the sequel. I think I can wrap the next one up in well under a decade, though. Just gotta get back out on Highway 64.
You can grab a copy of Chuggie and the Desecration of Stagwater for your Kindle or your bookshelf by clicking the links here. Alternatively, click Brent’s book cover or this cheeky satyr to grab a copy.
Chuggie and the Desecration of Stagwater
In the first installment of Mischief Mayhem Want and Woe, Brent Michael Kelley unleashes the horrors of Desecration on Stagwater.
Norchug Mot Losiat, Chuggie to his friends, is walking Drought. When, in his rambling, he stumbles upon the remote city of Stagwater, he finds love, temptation, and treachery. He fights against men, demons, and his own nature to battle the sinister forces threatening the city. But Chuggie? All he wants is a boat.
Like the white rabbit, I’m late. But you forest visitors are probably used to that by now. It takes a while for this slithery rock dweller to emerge from my mountain of electronic paper. Every now and again, someone needs to poke me with a stick so I remember to come up for air and socialize with you good people. Today, we have the Old School contest winner announcement.
Congrats to Angie Leger, vvb32 reads Old School contest winner! Angie picks herself up an ebook copy of this traditional horror anthology filled with tales of terror from yours truly, David Dunwoody, Horace James, Natalie Sin, Jackie Gamber, Gregory L. Hall, R. Scott McCoy, and poems from Zombie Zak. Check out the Books From Louise page for more information on Old School, feast your eyes on the trailer, and clicky the links to purchase Kindle or print copies, plus other formats.
Random Rambles – Life And All That Rot
In an effort to keep this blog updated on a regular basis, give you some content to keep you all happy, every now and again I’ll inject a bit of anecdotal rambling into blog posts. I don’t know if readers really dig this or not, but I figure you might. If you’re bored to tears, you can always tell me to stop.
August was a bit crazy. For those of you who don’t know, hubby and I live with my mom-in-law and gran-in-law. We’d like to get a place of our own, and sell this place, but for the time being mom-in-law can use the help with gran-in-law. She’s got Alzheimers and Glaucoma. My mom-in-law isn’t in the best of health, so taking care of gran-in-law can be hard on her. We help out.
Anyway, gran-in-law took a tumble recently, and had to go to the hospital. (If you check out my Facebook, you’ll see what a kerfuffle that was with the NB medical system. Methinks a few people in Sussex Regional Hospital need their arses kicked, but that’s violent, and I won’t condone that. I’ll just kill them in a book. I’m digressing…) The final word is she did have a stroke, albeit a mild one. She was probably dehydrated too, so we’re trying to get her to drink more.
Good news followed chaos, thankfully. Hubby got a job at a local restaurant, cooking full time. It’s a little place called The Blue Bird, and he’s already having a great time. He went to cooking school, just didn’t quite complete his apprenticeship (so isn’t a papered chef). He got the job on the day of the interview, which was very cool. While he was supposed to start part time, he was quick and good enough the boss already bumped him to full time. This couldn’t come at a better time, what with Christmas / Yule just around the corner. Universe smiles on us. (Yeah, I’m anthropomorphizing. So sue me.) He even has a fellow metal head to work with. Of course, this makes him happy. He’s been busy downloading tunes to the ipod to take to work. (Cooks and metal and Libras–always in my life. I’m beginning to see a pattern here. Hmmmm…)
In my world beneath the rock, I’ve got two books on the editing hotplate. Writing is going well on the paranormal erotic romance. Plot and characters are fleshing out nicely. The other day, words flowed so well it almost wrote itself. I do love those writing sessions. I’ve been putting away no less than 1000 words over the last three days. My co-author is busy writing another chapter of our steampunk erotic romance collaboration. And I’ve just started re-drafting / re-outlining the dark humor dystopian. Had to make some corrections to plot aspects that just wouldn’t fly. Much tighter now, I think. I have to start the new beginning I’ve mapped out soon.
So if I’m quiet on Twitter and Facebook, it’s just because I’m neck deep in words–mine or someone else’s. Speaking of which, I better get back to the editing. Coffee, I hear its lovely call, and I must fill my cup. Hope September is treating you well, friends. Before I go, in the spirit of reoccurring themes in my life, here’s some Lizzy Borden for you:
*slithers back under the rock*
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