Get Ready for Cyber Monday

I’ll have some specials on Amazon Kindle for Cyber Monday. Get digital downloads of my books at discounted prices. I’ll have deals on Poetry and Fiction. One day only. Don’t miss out on these exclusive deals. Starting tomorrow. Books included in the Cyber Monday Sale are listed below.

Dollar Tales from the Morbid Museum: Flash Fiction – Free Download

Dollar Tales from the Morbid Museum: Creatures – Free Download

Visitors to the Morbid Museum seek the dark and twisted corners of the world. They are both terrified and intrigued by the unknown. Tales of killers, monsters, and madmen are curated by the Master of Death, Mr. Siris Grim. Mr. Grim collects the darkness that everyone attempts to hide and displays it within the corridors of his gruesome gallery. Who will be next to purchase a ticket and walk the halls of the Morbid Museum?

The Tommy Gun: A Novella – $0.99

Government corruption. Hate speeches. A country divided. The world Brent White knew is crumbling. He gets his call to action when a friend goes missing. He trains himself to become a weapon against the new dictatorship. He fights through criminals and concentration camps to find his friend and save lives. He becomes a guardian for the persecuted. To end the suffering, he must stop one person. The politician turned dictator. Ronald Teagun. The Tommy Gun.

Men Are Garbage: Poetry Collection – $0.99

James Pack examines masculinity and anxiety in “Men Are Garbage,” a book of poetry in which he reflects on childhood trauma and his time as a nightclub bouncer.

Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry – $0.99

The poetry in this collection was written between 2002-2016. Gripping poems of a struggling youth and fantastical fictional narrative poetry for all ages. Pariah Bound comprises all the emotions and dreams of a young man still discovering his place in this world. With over 250 poems, there is something for everyone in this complete collection.

Coffee and Contemplation: Been on Hiatus

I spent November away from blog posts. I had a lot of work, personal issues, and challenges with which to contend. The personal matters I won’t get into. I’ve had a lot of work. Some of this was hourly jobs. I have three part-time jobs trying to make ends meet. This took up a lot of personal time and a lot of writing time. I also manage social media for a local company, and they had a lot happening over the last two months. I’ve been a busy bee and chose to back off from the blog work for a while.

I had also planned on releasing another book on November 19 and I’ve had to push that back to December. I didn’t have time to format the book but it’s almost ready and I’ll have an official announcement soon. This will be a collection of personal nonfiction writing. I’ve compiled blog posts I’ve written for the last two years on many websites. I’m looking forward to it. It will be a smaller book. I may do more blog writing in the future and create another volume. I haven’t planned that far ahead yet. But I’m excited to complete another project.

This book will come out at the right time. In January, I have a show in the Tucson Fringe Performing Arts Festival. I’ll share some personal stories and poetry in a live performance. I’ll have more details on this as they arise. I’m sharing some poems from my book “Men Are Garbage” and sharing the stories behind some of them. Some of those stories will be in my collection of blog writing. This will be a nice taste of what each book has to offer. The goal is to inspire people to buy the books or at least tell their friends about my work.

I plan to release another collection of poetry in January. I’ve finished writing the poems. I have not begun formatting the book. I do have a cover made. If all goes well, this will release in late January. More details on that as we move closer to the new year. You can read some of that unpublished poetry by becoming a patron on my Patreon Page. For $1 a month you’ll have access to weekly posts featuring unpublished poetry. You can cancel at any time. I may even post unpublished poems more often if there is a demand for this.

The biggest contribution to my hiatus was the National Novel Writing Month Challenge. NaNoWriMo 2019. The goal is to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I did this two years ago and succeeded. I tried again this year and am far behind. I did not hit my goal, but I will continue writing my first full length novel. My total word count for the book is 85,000 to 90,000 words. I’ll keep writing until it’s finished no matter how long it takes. With how busy I’ve been, I’m surprised I wrote as much as I did. 

Starting in December, I’ll return to my regular weekly poetry posts. I’m having a Cyber Monday sale on December 2, 2019. I’ll post more about that and what items are on sale. This will only feature eBooks on Amazon. More details to come. I will say I appreciate any comments on my posts. I often do not get much feedback for my writing. With how much I write, I’m at a point where I need some encouragement and support to keep going. I also need some new ideas for the blog. Or to at least change my approach on what I already do. More to come.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: A Child’s Nightmare

Happy Halloween!

“time for bed”
my mother said
“you have school in the morning”
she tucked me in
kissed me then
crept away silently
i laid there for a bit
and then the feeling hit
something was watching me
i sat up rather quick
turned the light on which lit
my room and i saw nothing
with a sense of relief
i try to go to sleep
but alas i still feel eerie
over to the closet i sneak
and i hear the door creak
then dive back in bed like a swimmer
oh it’s just the cat
“get out of here Matt”
it’s calm in my room once again
the closet door flies
and something skulks in
in fear i throw the covers over my head
i hear something breathing
i feel my heart racing
i hope i’m just dreaming again
the blankets get yanked off
in the air i am tossed
i land on the floor and crawl under the bed
something grazed my coat
my heart is in my throat
there’s something walking towards me
it’s feet have claws
which probably slice logs
it’s skin is slimy and black
i’m screaming in fear
but nobody hears
and the creature tries to grab me
another comes from the side
and another from behind
they drag me back to the closet from which they came
it’s dark in this place
can’t see my hand on my face
and several monsters are above me
their mouths are wet and slimy
“MOMMY!” i am crying
and like hungry lions they begin to feast

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.