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“Roadkill” for FREE this weekend!


Roadkill Story on Amazon

FIRST thing I want to say is,  I am NOT  handing out  any dead skunks, raccoons.possums or any other such  dead creatures to you…

What I am going to make available to you for download is a great little dark story  for you to cozy up  to….

If you are new to my website you may not have realized that I Epublished a book to Amazon that sells for $2.99,  called you guest it, “Roadkill”.

If you look to the right of this article,  you will see a direct link to that story on Amazon’s website. You can also click here or above.

Starting TOMORROW on Friday, August 31st  through Sunday Sept 2 it will be available for FREE for anyone to download.

You don’t need a kindle to download it and read it but you will  probably need to download Amazon’s small Kindle app program for viewing on your PC before being able to download and read the story. Other than that it’s a piece of cake.

I personally don’t own a Kindle myself but I found you can, by using this simple downloadable software have access to  free or very very cheap entertaining stories or even full lengths  books through Amazon downloaded  to your computer permanently.

Amazon allows writers/epublishers to schedule up to a total of  five free days of free access to other Amazon users for download of their published works as part of their marketing program. I thought it would be a great idea for my followers  and anybody who finds me in the blogosphere to take a look at what I’m all about as a writer and hopefully pass my name along to friends and family.

I am at work on two other stories and a novel of which I wish to complete and put out there as epublished books  in addtion to turning them into publishers and contests for consideration.

So check it out… as long as nothing is glitchy over at Amazon you should be able download it tomorrow for free, and of course Saturday and Sunday.

And definitely let me know what you think of the story after you have finished reading it. It would be great if you gave me a review on Amazon as well.  You can find an excerpt here to get a feel for the story to see if its something you might be interested in.

If you like urban fantasy and a touch of horror entertwined with some suspense added in then you  just might like this little story.

The Dark Tree – A Poem


It swayed and creaked in

the wind.

The black silken crows

gave a queer semblance of

life to the tree,

Its bare branches covered

with a multitude perched like

the clinging of leaves.

It swayed and it creaked

and spoke of its sins,

Dark feathers fluttered,

as if to  fool a passerby’s eye

that life still dwelt in the trees dead limbs.

None made a sound, not a caw

not a screech, no  utterance did they speak;

for you see they had  been given a task long ago,

to bear silent witness to the migration

of lost souls.

For no man,

should ever die alone.

So they perched and they preened

as the body swayed and creaked

on the rope below.

by Philip Wardlow

The me you see… – A Poem


The me you see, is just a pale umbra of whom I’m supposed to be.

I’m just a toad at the wall who can’t make the jump up,

I try and I try and I just bounce off.

It’s a cliff so sheer and high that it’s a trick to defy the eye.

But what I really don’t know is that I’m just a toad in the road

and it’s just a small curb on a street I’ve come up against.

I tell myself one more jump…kerplunk!

My little toad head hurts like hell from all the bashing

against the wall it’s felt.

If I can just find a crack and crawl in and wind my way up.

But that would require luck…fuck

Where the hell am I going to get any of that?

So I’m a toad,

not a frog a princess can kiss.

Sorry no prince underneath  miss

But I will be the prince of toads one day

So fuck the frog I say!

and I look for that crack in the wall,

no matter how small.

Update on My Writing Work…and how I found out what’s really important.


Hello one and all…first I want to thank all my followers  basically for still following me…:).

For the ones I follow I have loved reading your blogposts as well.  You might have noticed that I’m sure when I comment on  a blogpost that peaks my interests.  I’m usually one of the first ones to chime in on something you might have said if it catches my eye.

I have had a pretty sluggish month for posting to my blog.  My writing in general for my short stories for this month has been  sub-par you might say.  I will be wrapping up two short stories to display on here soon that I hope to send off to some publishers as well.  I wanted to also write a few personal anectdoal stories on here as well when time permits along with some Blogger award stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.

The main reason for my lack of posting is that my wife had to have a pretty major surgery which will have a long recovery time of about 6-8 weeks before she’s back to her normal self. ( When she gets back to full health she’ll be hitting me in no time….she likes to abuse me…:)

Anyways, I just thought I should let you know that. I don’t feel I owe an explanation to the souls in cyberspace I just felt like telling you for no particular reason other than that your all a small part of my life.

I also wanted to  express that I do have to thank my wife though for opening my eyes.

Often I stressed out when I felt I wasn’t  being productive enough in my writing. I felt less than if I didn’t meet the personal challenges I set forth for myself in my writing.

As I sat by my wife’s hospital bed  after her long 6hr  ordeal of a surgery I realized that I felt at peace. At peace because this is where I needed to be, where I wanted to be.  The proximity of her and knowing she was alive and starting to heal as she slept was all that I wanted in that moment. I didnt’t feel a compulsion for anything except for her to get better.

She’s home now and slowly getting better. I’m  taking care of her and everything else in life (like writing) seems insignificant.

My writing is important to me but I realized it will never be what she is to me, for you see, she is my muse in everything that I call this life and you have to take care of your muse …especially if your a writer  …right…:).

Thanks again!

Excelsior!

I am an Ant


I am an Ant,

and I carry this burden

as I walk the branch.

I come, I go and I carry

my piece of a bright

green leaf.

Why? I do not know,

but there are many of us;

thousands, millions, billions

with this leaf held tight

in our mandibles as we

march day and night.

They walk over me.

I walk over them.

Some build a bridge from their

bodies over a stream so the

rest of us can cross.

Some have perished in their building,

washed away down stream to find a

new course.

The rest of us just keep marching,

with our big green leaf held high,

for we are ants

and know no other life.

Collecting your Thoughts….a writers advice on one GOT TO HAVE IT TOOL as you write.


Tools…

You need Tools to build things, whether it’s a book case,  a bed, or a barn…you need tools for the job.  You can’t hit a nail with your fist. Besides hurting like hell you won’t get anywhere  execpt bloody and perhaps a visit to the  emergency room.

Writing is the same way; certain tools are needed.  For many who write I’m sure that comes as no surprise. Stephen King says he brings his whole tool box from the garage  when he writes because he’ll never know what he’ll need.

For me, words are like gold when I write.  When I’m writing, I’m constantly trying to find that perfect string  of words, that when put together right, form a picture of a place,  character, an emotion,  or an action that grabs hold of the reader’s mind and puts them there right into the story.

Going back to Stephen King, I found that he is one of the masters at doing that. He is very good at looking at something in real life and flipping it to some analogous turn of phrase that you instantly connect to in your mind. I often seek to emulate writers like him and others. I have found one TOOL (method)  gets me close to that type of good writing; being observant about what I see, hear, smell,touch,taste, and then following it up by cataloging that thought down somewhere….anywhere….the memo function on my phone, a notepad, dictation to the phone, a napkin, on my hand (yes I did that once) or even literally telling your signifcant other to remember “this” until I get home  so I can jot it down.

Some thoughts strike like lighting about something you experience and you DON’T want to lose it.  You may not use it in the current story you are working on but you will surely have need of it in the wee hours of the night when you are searching for that one turn of phrase that will bring it all home in that one paragraph that you are  having sooooo much trouble putting to bed.

Words are not cheap so don’t let the gold coins dribble through a hole in your pants pocket to be lost and forgotten.  It’s great to be able to go to a cache of magical words and phrases that  you have saved up and rummage  through it once in awhile and say, hey that would work in this part.

So keep  the gold mine open and productive. I supremely HATE it when I forget something that was the coolest thing ever thought of on the face of this Earth.

Below are few of my “golden” words you might say about every day observations in life.  Some are direct form my own brain, some may be stolen you might say from family members, friends, or even strangers that I heard making their own unique observations that didn’t even know they were being original when they said them.  Don’t worry it’s okay to steal phrases from others; some of the best words and phrases come from an author’s relationships with others (not talking plagerism of course).  Let me know what your thoughts on the tools you use when writing:

Black and white striped sock

looked like the ribcage of a

rat lying in the gutter.

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Her skin hung on her bones like

 a thin wrinkled suit on a hanger.

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I called them bumbies, half bum,half zombie

because of their slow shuffling jerky walk

down the street in their tattered dirty clothes

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Somehow I feel I ‘m framed like a picture,

Bounded and contained, my limits  are set

at four corners, my face compressed

tight against the glass.

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I feel the sharpness of your eyes cut into

me keener than any blade could cut  the thinnest

hair in half.

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Btw the way did you notice how I picked a Phillips’s Screwdriver for my tool in the  title pic above…get it …because my name is Philip…he he he…..oh well..anyways..that’s my attempt at  very  obscure, very subtle  stupid humor…then I again it’s  not very humorous if I feel like I have to point it out to you guys…:)

Roadkill – My Novella Published to Amazon as an Ebook


There are things that lurk in our world unseen, dark creatures lost in a time and a world so ancient as to be forgotten by the same humans who made dark dealings with them so very long ago.

Now per happenstance, on a dark shrouded road these worlds will collide briefly again….

What would you do if you hit and killed something on the road in a raging blizzard in the middle of the night and that something you killed had a companion which meant to force you to make amends for your actions?

Adrian is the thirty-something already troubled family man who suddenly finds himself in that world.  Adrian soon discovers it doesn’t want him. It wants the thing he holds most dear to his heart. Whom will the thing choose as the price to be paid, Adrian’s lovely wife Elisa, or his young eight year old daughter Sylvia?

Following the ancient laws set forth, a balance must be kept, and Adrian the good family man, must pay the price whether he likes it or not. Will Adrian have it in him to fight to keep his family whole or will he give into his fears and past traumas that have haunted him for years and lose the ones he loves along with perhaps his own life in the process?

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Roadkill Book above now published on Amazon as an Ebook for the Kindle and sells for $2.99…OR if you are an Amazon Prime Member you can borrow the book for free with no due date until you want something new to read by me or anyone else who sells in the Select Collection series which contain literally thousands of titles.

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The KDP Select Program through Amazon I think personally is a great idea…it basically sets up a fund or bank if you will to allow self publishers like myself to get exposure and perhaps little mula if the whenever the eBook gets read.  Notice I said read..not bought . Sure some can buy the book but some members can just borrow it for awhile at no cost. The more my book is borrowed compared to what’s in the Fund and what other member’s books in the program are borrowed directly affect what I may receive as a stipend you might say at the end of that monthly period. It’s possible if you have good book to get to more readers and make more money promoting it this way than simply selling it out right. It pays to give it away to some extent you might say….Speaking of giving it away, I do believe I will have five free days made available to me to offer it to anyone as an Ebook  whether your a Prime member or not. I will let you know when that happens. (or you could always buy it before that…hint hint..:) …)

As always I am submitting my work to publishers, and entering contests. I am now just trying to attack this thing I call a dream of mine on another front to get my work out there.(less to make money but that doesn’t hurt either)  Hopefully for those who have or might read my work and found it to your liking. Please pass my name along  to  your friends and family who also might be interested in a good read.

Thanks.

Inspiring Blogger Award Received


As you can see above I received a pleasant surprise from one of my followers and fellow bloggers over at Lily Wright of The Arcade of Arts and Arcana.  She so graciously thought me worthy of such a distinction and for that I so graciously thank her most heartily. If she were standing next to me at this very moment I would take her hand in mind and kiss it ever gently as in olden times as to show my honest affection  and appreciation for my work. .

But seriously it is much appreciated to be thought of as inspiring. Thank you again Lily.  Many people on here in the blogosphere inspire me as well which leads me also to want give out some awards myself to some others who I have found inspired me, entertained me greatly,  and made me maybe even perhaps get my eyes just a little watery….just a little mind you. Those awards will be forthcoming in a future blog very soon.

I was told as part of good Award etiquette I should share SEVEN things about myself you might not know…….hmmmmm..now the mind begans to  wonder…what should I reveal about myself that is new…yet interesting…perhaps even funny for some things…endearing maybe? Perhaps even cool.  Well here goes nothing and something.

SEVENS THINGS ABOUT ME THAT YOU MAY THINK IS REALLY COOL OR NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT:

First,  I have a Black Belt in Shorin Ryu Okinawan Karate;  I have studied Martial Arts since the age of fourteen.  I went into it originally for recreation but find the discipline of it relaxing and meditative as I perform the various katas…plus i can break boards and pull out your still beating heart from your chest and show it to you….just kidding I don’t break that many boards.

Second, I have been married for almost 17yrs to the same woman and have been with her for 23yrs.  We have had our ups and downs in our relationship but we have gotten through it all and we are each others best friends.  I love her madly.

Third, I have FIVE Cats and a bird.  Names from oldest to youngest:  Abby, Bailey, Mowgli, Zelda,Puffy Ceasar,  and the bird’s name is Buddy ( a Cockatiel). I wish to figure  them as a tax write off but have yet to figure out how. Anybody got any ideas let me know.

Fourth, After ten years of college with a education I didn’t really want and fourteen years in a job that numbs my brain I finally figured out I wanted to be a writer. I think I knew deep down that I did,  I just was either too afraid, lazy or too dim-witted to do anything about it until these last few years. I  hope to make up for all those lost years. Just IMAGINE all the poems, stories,novels,  that I could have written over the years!

Fifth, I really do believe there is magic in the world. You just have to change your perception to the world around you to notice it.

Sixth, From the age of eight to eighteen  I lived in approx 20 different places (one time in a tent) …so I appreciate the little things and it takes a lot to rattle me you might say because I lived  a crazy life growing up.

Seventh,  I want madly to have people see that I am sincere. I want to inspire them to be better than they think they can be.  I want to show myself that I can make you believe in magic to.

Hope you learned something new about me (kinda had to if you read all of this). I will continue to write and always forge ahead no matter the odds to try and get published . Look for more excerpts, short stories and poems here. Check out my old posts for some of my work…it is sure to entertain. Thanks again!

Mistress of the Pen – A poem by Philip Wardlow



Mistress of the Pen –

My mistress, she is exacting,

she accepts no excuses,

No whining is allowed,

no knees in the dirt

in supplication

with fingers grasped mightily

looking upwards into her

eyes.

I fear I will fail her.

The thread runs through me,

as a snake crawls through the trees

at night where I cannot

see to kill it.

My mistress will accept

nothing but my pure devotion

shown through my sweat, blood and soul

split open.

I will not fail her.

I am the sun,

I need no warmth,

I need no sustenance from the satellites.

I am brilliant in my own space,

look upon me mistress

See how I shine for you.

I will not burn out.

 

by Philip Wardlow

Alchemy


Alchemy

I’m trying to capture

a lit bit of magic.

Distill out the mundane,

filter out the impurities,

and infuse a little energy

into this tired body and brain.

You have always been that

catalyst, that additive, that chemical,

or heat to speed the reaction.

Give me just a dash of you and

I will change this lead to gold

or this chunk of coal

to a diamond that

sparkles like your

eyes do.

Your kiss may be the final

ingredient  to the elixir of life

that I have long sought.

Oh how elusive that magic is

at being caught

and wrangled like

lightning in a bottle.

But I am an alchemist, and

with my books, my bottles, my studies

my mythos, my faith, and you…

I shall wrestle with the five mysteries of life;

air, earth, fire, water, and the

elusive aether…

and condense their natures down into

a malleable creature from which

I can ride with you into the night.

by Philip Wardlow