Shipping early next month to qualifying Patreon supporters is the hand-bound Patreon Stories: Volume One Lettered Edition, and I’m really pleased with how it turned out! These are hand-bound in real leather and my binder used imported hand-marbled endpapers, etc, to take them to the next level. Here are some photos I took real quick yesterday:
I’m still working hard on improving my “product” photography skills, which have always been lacking, and here are a few shots of the new chapbook I published for my supporters over on Patreon. Not bad, but there are some things I want to try differently for the next one!
I’ve sent the final files to the printer, so I should have the actual chapbooks in about two weeks!
Because there were a few extra blank pages at the end, I included an “alternate ending” for the story. It’s a small change that is also kind of a big change in terms of how you might interpret the preceding events.
My first readers were torn over the possible endings, so I thought it would be fun to include both of them for your perusal. Future printings of the story will only have one ending, although I cannot say for sure yet which one since I have no clue which one I like better.
More news soon… Thank you again for all of your support!
“An Unusual Proposition For a Mountain Man” is the second chapbook I’m printing exclusively for my Patreon supporters, and Glenn Chadbourne contributed five interior pieces of artwork to make the chapbook extra special. This reward will ship to all supporters who are on Level Two or above as of January 31, 2019, so now is the perfect time to sign-up if you’re interested in what I’m doing over on Patreon!
About the Chapbook: When he heard the polite knock on the cabin’s wooden door, Buddy “Bud” Williams was certain another pretty face had arrived to represent the developer who wanted his land to build a neighborhood of godawful McMansions.
Bud was right on one of those counts, but very very wrong about the other. The person at his door came with a life-changing offer, but the life that would be changed the most was not Bud’s… it was his son’s life, probably the only person Bud actually cared about.
What will Bud do when it’s time to make the most important decision of his life, and what will the true consequences of that decision be?A
Shipping later this month to qualifying supporters on Patreon will be an exclusive short story collection, Patreon Stories: Volume One, and here are my first photos of the signed trade paperback edition! I’ll post photos of the signed Limited Edition hardcover as soon as I have those, too.
This was one of the original stories I wrote just for Walking With Ghosts, but I also ended up sending it to Lilja for his Shining in the Dark anthology because I couldn’t say “no” to being part of that line-up and I had nothing else ready. The story has now been translated into 6 or 7 languages for other markets thanks to Lilja’s anthology, and seeing your name and story in another language never gets old (at least to me!).
“The Temperament of an Artist” is an extremely early story of mine, written in middle school and sent out on submission without any revisions because I was a young idiot who just couldn’t wait to mail a new story to the editors I found in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Sigh. I still owe a lot of them apology letters for sending them so many bad stories those summers when school was out.
Most of what I published in the 1990s is dead and buried in a folder on my computer for good reason, but at the time I was just having fun and trying to sell short stories like my literary heroes.
“The Temperament of an Artist” was the second story of mine to see print, published in a little paper zine in 1995 that doesn’t even seem to have existed if you search the web for information now.
I revised the manuscript a few times in high school and college, but still, I was surprised to like this one as much as I did when I opened the dreaded “old stuff” folder while considering the contents for Walking With Ghosts.
It’s not great, but it’s kind of fun, I think. Especially if you put yourself into the head of the wildly optimistic thirteen-year-old kid who wrote it while believing his work could set the world aflame.