Hey guys. I finished my current revision of my new short novel. I set up an email list to organize the beta readers and make interaction easier. It should automatically send you a PDF copy, but if you need another format, you can email me directly (my email address is on the email with the PDF attachment)
The list link is here: http://eepurl.com/cCHkub
I also put up a blog post this morning about my current projects: http://writefarmlive.com/2017/02/its-my-birthday-and-im-writing/
I hammered out a quick blurb last night:
Scott Stone hasn't slept in two days, or was it three? His antisocial attitude, gallons of coffee, and addiction to prescribed medication isn't what's keeping him up at night, though. He just enjoys a social experiment in testing the limits of the circadian rhythm. He's got a pretty good handle on his 72hr day, until he sees it. Something moving in the corner of his vision. He looks. Nothing there. Until...
That was the first time he saw them, and it should have been the last.
Scott must struggle to discover whether his sanity is playing tricks on him, or if the creature is actually stalking him, night after night. Somehow, he can't dismiss it as being bad dreams, or an overactive imagination in an over-exhausted body.
Thanks for taking a look. I have a simple form set up for comments, and depending on feedback will maybe ask some follow-up questions via email.
The list link is here: http://eepurl.com/cCHkub
I also put up a blog post this morning about my current projects: http://writefarmlive.com/2017/02/its-my-birthday-and-im-writing/
I hammered out a quick blurb last night:
Scott Stone hasn't slept in two days, or was it three? His antisocial attitude, gallons of coffee, and addiction to prescribed medication isn't what's keeping him up at night, though. He just enjoys a social experiment in testing the limits of the circadian rhythm. He's got a pretty good handle on his 72hr day, until he sees it. Something moving in the corner of his vision. He looks. Nothing there. Until...
That was the first time he saw them, and it should have been the last.
Scott must struggle to discover whether his sanity is playing tricks on him, or if the creature is actually stalking him, night after night. Somehow, he can't dismiss it as being bad dreams, or an overactive imagination in an over-exhausted body.
Thanks for taking a look. I have a simple form set up for comments, and depending on feedback will maybe ask some follow-up questions via email.