Captian's Log Post-Mortem | Update 12 Oct 2026 Well, I think I've moved all of two copies of Post-Mortem so far. Somewhat underwhelming numbers, but not unexpected. That's still two copies. Two books out there of my own…
Captian's Log Morning Burial 12 Sep 202612 Sep 2026 The rain softly washed the silent city, dulling the rising sun's sharp rays under a gentle haze of heaven's lightly falling tears. In this diffused light, the mourners gathered in…
Captian's Log Short Reads: The End? 26 Aug 202626 Aug 2026 So, that's the last of them. All the short stories from While the Elephants Danced are available individually on Kindle for 99¢ each. I haven't seen this generating any interest,…
Captian's Log Short Reads: Chutes & More Chutes 20 Aug 2026 Well, it is a more arduous task than I first expected, getting my short stories up onto Amazon. I'm taking things step by step, and am about a third of…
Captian's Log Short Reads? 18 Aug 2026 So, I don't know how to advertise, admittedly. I have been told, however, that Amazon Short Reads is a thing. The way I figure it, I have short stories, and…
By an Idiot Vampire Convention | Closure 18 Nov 2025 Dusting the top of the bed with some dirt, I lie down in the hotel, haunted by a sense of incompleteness. I had been one of the last to leave,…
Captian's Log Vampire Convention | Book Sale 17 Nov 2025 "You certainly have a beautiful catalogue. How could you ever part with any of these?" "Part? This is a library. We're all so concerned with hoarding our ancient volumes, we…
By an Idiot Vampire Convention | Mr. Clown’s Coffin Collection 16 Nov 202515 Nov 2025 "Welcome to Mr. Clown's Coffin Collection. Collectable coffins for the current count. Why stay in that drab old pine box you were buried in? I don't think any of you…
Captian's Log Vampire Convention | A Taste 15 Nov 2025 The room was packed to standing by the time I got there. It wasn't every millennia one of the three coffins opened. I had been a fairly young vampire the…
Captian's Log Trail of Roses | Death 25 Oct 202524 Oct 2025 The love nest was dark but smelled of passion. Her perfume filled his nose as he stepped through the door. "Honey," he said, kicking off his shoes. There was no…
