I think I finished off Chapter 49 in the BM saga tonight. Book One ends at Chapter 22.5 (The Bathroom Blues), Book Two picks up at Chapter 23 (which is not yet available), and Book Three, which I’m calling (for now) Blood Magik: A Living Hell in L.A., starts at 38.5. I decided on the running numbers because the story never really stops. It’s not like a series. It really is all one story and, maybe long after its all said and done, will be printed up as some titanic, 2,500 page omnibus that might be better sold as a stepping stool for us short folk to reach the top shelf than as a novel. (In that it’d be thick as fuck, not that that’s all it would be good for. Although, metaphorically speaking…kind of a cool concept considering it’s what might give me that “step up” in my career by the end of it.) Anyway, I’m not sure if anyone has ever done the running numbers before. Let me know if you know of a saga or series of books that has. And, as always…
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Much love, my dudes. -cm
It’s been a bit since I’ve gotten around to scripting some new scenes into my Blood Magik world. (I’m juggling about 4 different stories right now.) I realized yesterday that I really missed my undead dudes. I’m currently working on Chapter 49 in the BM saga. I decided, since it’s all one story, to have running chapter numbers throughout the books, so Book Two will start with chapter 23, Book Three with chapter 38.5, and so on. (Yeah, I do some weird shit with chapter numbers. Book One starts with Chapter 0/24, a mix between before the story even begins and the future of it in Chapter 24, then pulls you back to Chapter 1). Didn’t write much today because I was was rereading stuff, getting back up to speed, but the above line was a fun one that sets the mood for the scene I’m working on now: the first big showdown in Book Three between my main man, Marty Grimson, and… Well, you’ll have to read it to find out.
Anyway, it’s my birthday today, my dudes. Hit the big 40 and shit… I’m no where near where I want to be but, hey… Wake up, call, right? Gotta get my shit in gear and start doing the grunt work. I suck at doing shit I don’t want to do that needs to get done. It’s sort of a trade-off: I put more work into my craft than 90% of people out there (the creative work, not the research or business side), but when it comes to the grunt work I can hardly get it started, let alone put in the hustle it needs to get handled well… I always knew that about me but hoped I’d find the drive to man-up. So far? Not so much…
So here’s to a new year, a new decade-of-age for me, and a reinvigorated sense of priorities. I ain’t got all century… Gotta get this shit done!
And those peeps who haven’t yet gotten your copy of my first ever published work, now’s the time to get that Pure Art edition before I start doing shows on the reg and they’re all gone. Shoot through to BloodMagik.com and get your read on for the new year. And thanks, as always, for your support. \m/ -z/cm
Blood Magik: A Cold Day in Hell (Book One) – The Past Meets the Future’s Present (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/QwgUpTvl3S
This is the beginning of my gory but goofy, dark fantasy zombie adventure. The complete book (one) is currently available on my webpage, BloodMagik.com, but I will add a chapter a week here for those who prefer to read on this site. This is my first ever published work and is a wacky mashup of horror, fantasy, comedy, action-adventure, and hockey. (Wait, wut?) Heh. Yeah… If I had to pick one word to describe this story, it’d be “fun”. Read on, my sneakily curious Wattpaders. And enjoy. -cm
Just opened an account on Wattpad if there are any regular users out there (don’t be ashamed. We all have our guilty pleasures.). Follow and favorite and get your read on. Thanks for the support! \m/ -cc
And I’ve been adding images to each part to bring a little visual stimuli to the chapters. Nothing special, so far, but it’s a cool little Extra to go along with it. 3 parts up so far. Maybe four by the end of the day. \m/ -z
Could the fate of these two leaf-brained teens mean the end of Christmas? Or will Shawn & Marv live to blow doj another holiday day? Don’t let the series title, Shawn & Marv’s Holiday Horrors, answer that question for you. Snatch up a signed copy of the novel for a little Chritmas reading instead while it’s discounted at Bloodmagik.com, and get your bitchin Bah Humbug skulls from SazSkullduggery on etsy. 🎅🤘☠ -z/cm
The Journals of a Vampire Scribe
860 words meticulously crafted into my first-person vampire comedy this gloomy morn, and I feel pretty damn good about a plotline (plot-point?) I settled on. I knew what the gist was of this part of the tale but hadn’t decided on its underlying purpose.
Handled that -cool-guy, sunglasses emoji-
And I tracked down the piece of art above as a “flag” for posts concerning this story, The Journals of a Vampire Scribe, that I’m only 3 chaps into, so when you see this, horizontally challenged chap you’ll know I’m updating you on my progress. I’ve mentioned the story before, and should, at some point, organize my goddamn blog so to have this stuff readily available for those interested in learning more. But until I have original artwork done for it, I’m using the dude above because my main character is a chubby, goofy sort; 19ish (but more like 23 or 24 in actual years on Earth), and a total fanboy type, so this drawing felt right for now. But it doesn’t actually represent the mythos of my tale so don’t take it too seriously.
*sigh* On second thought, I’ll probably have to find something more specific to me, otherwise people will get confused and think this is actual art for the story, expecting it to be the character…
Ok…scratch that. He’s still cool, tho. Oh, and I’m considering putting the story on the Wattpad account I just started up yesterday. Any regular users out there?
Sketch from –> MIKE’S ART BLOG
…written tonight to set up a teaser in the epilogue for my drug-addled Christmas horror/comedy. After the teaser (that will lead into my Easter sequel) I’ll have to scrounge up a second epilogue to close the deal. At that point, this bitch is a wrap. My goal is still to top her off by the end of the month. I’ve been dicking around with other stories for the past two weeks but I can still smack that deadline on the ass. Looking forward to pushing this thing out like a hardened turd.
You’re welcome for that image. -z
Yep. Gaze in envy, fuckers. Yet another masterpiece by my man, Lucio Parrillo. The Very same Lucio Parillo that I got to do the cover-art for my horror/fantasy ZOMBIE NOVEL! Gotta love this guy’s work, man. Brilliant fucking artist. I also have him doing the cover to Book Two which will be available as soon as I sell enough of Book One to afford to put the fucker into print. So break the bank, kids! You’re gonna wanna get in on the extremely limited Pure Art Edition that’s only available through me and my website @ BLOODMAGIK.COM \m/ -z
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The team behind my novel, Blood Magik: A Cold Day In Hell. Extra-dimensional corporate pirates for hire. They offer fame, adoration, money and power. And they deliver. In return they ask only for what is inevitable. The tears from your suffering at the realization that none of it matters. The salty discharge of your eventual enlightenment…
Like a morbid angel, they appear at your moment of collapse to sicken your torment with their perverted delight in collecting their dues. Bottling your utter despair, hopelessness and regret, these beasts leave you at your weakest, then return to their otherly dimension to “partake”. Your pain is their utopia, their escape from immortality. They imbibe your downfall in careful doses then lose themselves in the turbulence, fucking and cutting and crying and laughing hysterically. Ultimate suffering bleeds the most potent of alien narcotics.
“A broken heart is worth its weight in the acidic secretion of a demon phallus”.
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Chapter 7 of Blood Magik: A Cold Day In Hell, titled, The Beginning of the Dead, by Corwyn Matthew
One of my favs because this is when everything heads for Hell; “all roads lead to”, and all that – the fulcrum of the whole damn demon-caboodle. In other words: from here on out, there’s no turning back, dear zombros. If you make it this far in the novel then you’re in for a ride. The first six chaps sorta set the stage; introduce the “dudes” and other whozits relevant to the tale. Chapter Seven and beyond takes that stage and litters it with hellish adventure to bring about an army of ravenous cadavers that pillage the city of L.A. and set you on an unrelenting path for Book Two, Blood Magik: The Reigning Dead. =D
This chap has something like six or seven sub-chapters bad-touching on all present happenings throughout the BM universe. It also houses my homage to Hunter S Thompson’s, Fear & Loathing, with a character named Al (named after my friend Allan who bought me the book) having the honor of being in the wrong place at the really wrong time. Basically, this is where all the zombie-fun starts. Just a little something for you kooky kids to look forward to. \m/ -cm
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