Poetry-Thing Thursday: Rise Up and Resist

Dollars and cents,
numbers and sense,
pick up the creature,
that crawls from the tents.
Madness abounds,
chaotic, disordered,
hold onto the rails,
the madman’s unbordered.
Fight for your rights,
or watch ‘em erode
from hatred and ignorance,
the seizuring toad.

We once knew normality
but like a cold poverty,
it turned to disease,
with terrible property.

Yet all the same,
still do we live,
and in night we sing,
solemn,
“Rise up and Resist!
Remember Humanity!”

Praise others compassion,
but raise up your fist,
to defend against fashion–
whether old or new,
they’re odes to few
and we must resist,
or mellow like dew.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: To Show

Sycophantic psycho cat,
stepping up to the bat,
beats her cleats upon the mat,
to ready up her brilliant stat,
and lift the corner of her hat,
while the umpire and the catcher, fat,
are wishing they’d instead sat.

After the game she’ll go to see,
visions of eternity,
in raving drug and booze party,
where perhaps she’ll meet me,
for some psychedelic tea,
that will force us into memory,
and leave us stranded out at sea.

Perhaps then we’ll make a bet,
that could never be reset,
especially if we haven’t met,
or maybe she may take me yet,
her loins throbbing, pulsing wet,
and then I, she will get,
with expert-knotted, new fish-net.

Maybe we’ll win,
feel skin to skin,
as I dive in,
deep in her satin,
wet warm I pin,
she feels me within,
committing original sin.

More likely though,
we’ll never know,
what the future could sow,
were we to go,
together, en-tow,
all others hollow–
should’ve put my money to show.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOGBOOK!

So here it is, a year since I began regularly posting to the Logbook. Essentially, a year since its birth. A lot’s been said, or rather typed, and I couldn’t be more pleased by the result. I’m eternally grateful to everyone who’s read my work. It always makes my day when I receive comments, likes, and follows, or see the stats page with its ever-growing numbers. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else with my life but writing, and I sincerely hope the past year is just the start of things.

With all of that in mind, let’s get down to brass tacks: I’ve posted tons of work, and will continue to, but there’s something else lingering on the horizon– or rather, a few things. First and foremost is my book, The Omega Device.

For those unaware, I’ve written a book (several actually) that is about to be self-published. Why? Simply, I don’t care to wait for agents and publishers anymore. I’ve put over five years of blood, sweat, and yes even tears, into this book. It’s the culmination of a lot of things in my life. From the time of its first draft to now its final, I’ve struggled to find purchase as both a writer and a person. Now however, I feel I can take a leap of faith and maybe not splat on the ground quite so terribly as I might have before.

And that is largely due to all of you, readers.

The next thing, is the Logbook Archives. If you’re a regular to the site, or simply have explored beyond the main page, you may have seen the Logbook Archives page which lists all of my posted works. Its usually updated every few weeks. You may also have seen the previous posts where I’ve talked about collecting them into an ebook. Well I just want to assure everyone, that will soon be happening. It will be released shortly after The Omega Device, and will be found wherever it can be hosted.

Lastly, there is one other thing. I’ve always tried to refrain from talking too much about money. I don’t care for the subject, and it turns a lot of people off (myself included.) That said, it’s always going to be something I have to address as a starving artist-type. So to make it easier for all involved, in addition to my book release, I will also be starting a Patreon page for those who want to donate to keep me writing. (If you don’t want to donate, please disregard this and buy the book instead.)

Before I go, I also want to say; (though I don’t want to get too mushy, or personal, because as I’ve said, I prefer my writing to speak for itself.) It is extremely heartwarming and humbling to have put part of myself “out there” and not have it bludgeoned into oblivion. Most of my life I’ve struggled with extreme anxiety. For a writer, that’s a dangerous condition. Against my better self-preservation instincts, I began to post what I’d been working on for years. The confidence you, readers, have helped to impart has allowed me to continue on to new works that have surpassed even my wildest expectations.

As much as I do it for myself, I also write for all of you. I have a strangely, innate ability to distance myself from my work enough to read it as a reader might. I’ve found myself both laughing at and along with myself, being thrilled, suspended over precipices, and strung along excited with the rest of you. I continue to do what I do so that we can share in that together, even if part of me also does it to remain sane.

So before I belabor things too much (too late!) I want to say thank you, and I hope the next year’s even more fruitful than the last. Thank you for an amazing first year!

SMN

P.S: Just so you all know I’m not just talk, I present the cover to The Omega Device, coming soon to a digital bookstore near you! (I’m still in the process of purchasing the font rights, so don’t sue me.)

Coming Soon!

Special Announcement

So I’m here. I think anyhow. These things are scheduled so I might actually be there now. Here or there’s hardly the point. The point… oh right, I remember now.

The time is coming friends, readers, space-goers of far-distant reaches. Soon. Very soon, I will be releasing my first novel. Where and when is still to come, but I assure you it will be soon. There’s a few technical things to be finished but rest-assured it’s in motion. I will also be launching a crowdfunding venture for those whom wish to support me in my quest as a Wordsmith of Sol. In other words, as a writer.

For those wondering why the hell you’d ever want to give me money, I say; hey you’ve gotta’ a big mouth, how’d you like if I garnish my vanquished-foe hearts with it? I can, you know. If that didn’t shut you up, and you’re still wondering why you’d want to give me money– especially now that I’ve threatened you with certain dismemberment– I say… okay, you got me there.

The point is, I need to eat. The hearts of vanquished foes are a delicacy, and without them, I can’t subsist. (The thumbs of enlightened friends just aren’t filling past a certain age.) So in order to keep my Vanquished-Foe-Heart supply full and fresh, I need some compensatory method.

So here’s the deal, I do what I do, you do what you do, but in the meantime, you can commit an sum to me monthly so I can continue doing what I do– providing content three-times weekly minimum, as well as bonus stuff other-times. Plus, an income means I’ll be able to add to the existing content with cool, new stuff. (I’m seriously entertaining the notion of a scifi podcast.)

So to recap, you support me and my work, and I get to continue it, add in awesome stuff, and then in a few weeks (or perhaps a few more depending on how technical things play-out) my first book will go up and the crowdfunding will be launched.

Now, onto the meat of it.

What is the book?

The Omega Device is an action/Sci-Fi novel set in near present-day that follows Tattoo Artist Maggie Doherty and Homicide Detective Russell Williams. As they discover why they have become targets for an organization known only as Omega, they must also evade capture, survive harrowing attempts on their lives, and uncover the truth of a war between two, secret organizations and the ancient weapon at its center. What they find will not only radically change their view of Humanity, but also force them to act in the hopes of saving it.

You can find an excerpt below.

Russell’s lapse of consciousness ended with the Impala’s horn droning beneath his forehead. His vision flickered, body ached. He lifted his head with a groan. He knew what had happened– the van had purposely hit them, but the impact wasn’t enough to detonate the Impala’s airbag. His face had hit the wheel instead. He opened his eyes to smoke rising from the crushed front-end, felt something jerk at his seat belt. Maggie’s foggy shape came into focus.

Her hands fumbled at his side, “Damn it, wake up!” She glanced around anxiously, fought with the belt’s latch. “C’mon, before they get closer!”

He snapped back to reality, quickly disconnected the belt.

She urged him forward at a hush, “Good. Let’s go.”

And since I have you all here; If you wish to follow me or keep track of my work through other mediums you may also find me here:

Twitter: @authorsmnolan

Facebook: authorsmnolan

But that’s not all!

I’m also working on compiling the stories and poems on the site into a regular series called The Logbook Archives. Volume One is well on its way to being finished and actually already has a cover, to be revealed here soon. Unfortunately as mentioned before for the time being these compilations must remain paid. Provided I receive enough support, I can make them free. For now, they’re simply too much work and time from my regular routine to offer free. (But I am more than willing to offer them free down the line if support is received.)

Last but not least, I will also be releasing my Novellas in Ebook format with full covers and arranged as a novel might be. Some may not make the cut, but I am already certain of at least The Collective being on the list.

However, all of these items will be extremely modestly priced. As I said before, I don’t want to be a billionaire, but vanquished hearts are at a premium these days. That said, expect novels to be in the five dollar range and other things to be between 1-3 dollars. As before, these things are subject to change provided certain conditions are met, but that’s a conversation for another day.

And just so you don’t think I’m spewing madness, I’d like to mention I have eight novels, twenty short-stories, and thirty poems in various states of readiness and unreadiness. (and that number is ever-growing) So apart from my weekly posts, I’m always hard at work, but it’s high-time something more of it sees the world.

So until next time, thanks for reading, farewell, goodbye and glurbleflurble reeeeowww to you.