For starters.

“A dog will look at the ground when he’s done you wrong. A snake will look you in the eye.”

I can’t remember where I heard that saying — it wasn’t that long ago, I’m pretty sure  — but at any rate, these are the first words of Sewerville: The Dark and Bloody Ground, and they ought to tell you something about where the story’s headed.

And, the first chapter is about a former U.S. Senator. That ought to tell you something, too.

So there you go.

Forgot to mention…

One small thing. Sewerville II. I forgot to mention this earlier, but I changed the name. It’s now called The Dark and Bloody Ground, or if you want to be completely accurate, it’s now called Sewerville II: The Dark and Bloody Ground. I like the “II”; it makes it sound like a movie. And everybody knows the 2nd movie is always tough on the good guys — see Empire Strikes Back, Godfather II, Captain America: Winter Soldier, Wrath of Khan, etc..

If you’ve never heard, “the dark and bloody ground” is the mythical translation of the Indian name Kentucke. While that now appears to be a bit of a, shall we say, historical embellishment, it’s nonetheless fitting for Kentucky in the late 1700s, and in some ways, Kentucky of the 21st century. Certainly the Kentucky of Sewerville.

Go Cats.

 

Update on SEWERVILLE II

Heads up: a substantial portion of Sewerville: The Gentlemen from Kentucky takes place between the last 2 chapters of the first Sewerville novel. The story starts immediately after Boone’s climactic hospital showdown with the Slone family, and tells the story of both his run to freedom and his fight against Walt Slone’s supporters. Some of those supporters are of the criminal variety, others strictly legal. Friends in high places. The such.

Something else. One of the main ideas behind Sewerville was the scourge of meth and pills on rural America. Sewerville II moves on to more current cancers: heroin, and politicians. Here’s a brief excerpt reflecting both:

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“The heroin called, the veins answered. Trawley pushed the hypodermic into his skin, drove the plastic plunger downward, and released, warm, beautiful joy straight into his body. Not long after, he closed his eyes and felt as though he swam in golden honey, his very soul drifting through the world and around it and above it all at once, without any anchor holding him.

“Somewhere in the distance, not just miles but light years away, a faint electronic cadence pulsated, calling him like a signal fire from an extraterrestrial location. Mars, Andromeda, Centaurus A, galaxies and quasars, planets and moons. Somewhere out there. He felt vibrations, saw a pulsating green light from a faraway star. Cosmic tremors. Slow. Slow. Coming in. Slow. The universe spun about him, and he sensed himself at the center not just all existence but also all possible existence, as if everything that ever had been or might be now breathed together at that moment, harmonious inside his soul.

“The light. The vibrations. The signal fire, the cosmic tremors.

“The realization dawned that both the light and the vibrations emanated from the same source: his cell phone, which rested on his right leg. He looked down, saw blurred letters on a white screen, and deciphered them well enough to know he should pick up regardless of the opiate haze overtaking his senses.

“So he did.

“’Hello, Senator,’ he said, smiling as he put the call on speaker.”

A new audio story

The good folks over at Dead Oaks podcast have released a new audio reading of “Me and Jasper Down by the Meth Shack”, which you can listen to here. It’s a great production, but don’t just take my word for it. Check it out for yourself.

The story is from Mostly the 21st Century, the second volume of Adventures in Terror which is mentioned at the end of the first. That “coming Soon” listing from Mostly the 1980s was really just meant as a lark, and there’s no timetable for publication of the whole book, but some of the stories do exist so I’ll probably get them together sooner or later.

Don’t wait for that, though – go check out Dead Oaks now! They’re doing some fun, interesting stuff and you can listen to more of their work at DeadOaksPodcast.com.

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Let’s have a great 2017, everybody!

Back.

Yeah, I know. Haven’t got much writing accomplished since August. We traded Anthony for Trump and I guess it’s fair to say that confluence left me in quite a stupor. But it’s a New Year, and I’m back now. At least one book out this year, maybe two – each written from a place of fear and anger so I guess whichever topic pisses me off the most gets their story finished first. LOL

2017. Let’s dance, and not get vaporized.

Love,
Aaron

PS,
Hope you watched Rogue One.

Happy Birthday, Mr. King!

Today is Stephen King’s birthday. It’s hard to overstate his influence on publishing and popular culture; if you grew up in the ’80s, his work was all around you. A new book was an event. Seemed like there was a movie or TV adaptation every few months.
I read his work for the first time when I was in 2nd grade – a few short stories from NIGHT SHIFT. The Bogeyman” really left a mark, and “The Mangler,”  and “The Lawnmower Man,” which was a great title and absolutely nothing like the garbage movie that took its name.

Every now and then this subject comes up, and I’ll tell somebody I was that young when I got introduced to the writing of Stephen King, and they’ll look at me like I just told them I used to murder dogs and cats for fun. I think that’s such a weird reaction. It’s just bizarre to me that people think any work of fiction could be “too scary” for kids. I mean, it’s fiction.

After that, I read PET SEMATARY. I was surely too young to grasp a lot of what the book was really about, but on a purely primal level, it scared the absolute shit out of me, in particular the part about Timmy Baterman, killed in WWII then resurrected by his father in the pet cemetery, and also poor Zelda, the ill sister of the protagonist’s wife who wasted away in her bedroom. Those two sections stick with me to this day. They still send a chill up the back of my neck, just thinking about them.

From there I went on to THE STAND, and CHRISTINE, and FIRESTARTER. By the time EYES OF THE DRAGON came out in my 6th grade year, I had caught up on all the novels to that point and I stayed caught up for a few years (except for THE TOMMYKNOCKERS, which I haven’t read to this day, though not for any particular reason). After NEEDFUL THINGS came out, I just kind of stopped. Again, not for any particular reason. But I just stopped, and I didn’t really pick back up until 2008, by which time I was behind a ton. The man is prolific to an amazing degree.

His books scared me, but they didn’t scar me. I don’t think he’s the best writer of our time but I do think he’s the most significant and I know he’s the reason I got started. There’s a whole hell of a lot of writers that would tell you the same if they were being honest – that he’s the reason they got started.

I started reading Stephen King when I was 7 or 8 years old. I didn’t go crazy. I didn’t grow up to be a serial killer. I didn’t turn out anything other than just fine. And that, probably more than anything, is why I think kids ought to read whatever they want, ask questions, and figure it all out from there. A little intellectual curiosity never hurt anybody and it’s a damn shame too many people don’t encourage more of it.