Attack of the Two-Headed Poetry Monster by Mark McLaughlin & Michael McCarty

Attack of the Two-Headed Poetry Monster by Mark McLaughlin and Michael McCarty is a slim volume of poetry with a little of everything, from Jeff Strand style puns and cheesy humor to soulful, evocative stanzas more similar to Edgar Allan Poe and Clive Barker… Full review at Dark Scribe
Fiction Freebie!
After much dwelling and consideration I’ve decided to give away my novella, Private Lessons as a free serial/ebook.
Why am I doing this? Because Private Lessons is a plain old contemporary erotic romance. I wanted, still want, to someday write a whole series of books based at the riding school (no pun intended) Private Lessons is set at. But I am really trying to brand myself as a dark SF/F writer.
Essentially, this was fun to write, I think it’s a fun read, I want to write more, but I just can’t divert any more time away from the books and stories I’m trying to sell to try to establish myself as an erotic romance ebook author as well.
I’m skeptical of how much cross over there would be between my typical work, and stories like Private Lessons and at this point i have to face the facts; I just don’t have the time or energy to sustain two writing careers.
So here it is for free.
Private Lessons is an explicit erotic romance with a horse-lover flavor. I will be posting consecutive sections on Tuesdays until the whole thing is posted. Then I’ll post it as a free pdf on my website. Do not click the link to read more if you are offended, or bored, by adults in explicit sexual situations.
Free Fiction: Paul Jessup’s Open Your Eyes
Her lover was a supernova who took worlds with him when he died, and
as a new world grows within Ekhi, savage lives rage and love on a
small ship in the outer reaches of space. A ship with an agenda of its
own.“Open Your Eyes is surrealistic space opera in the tradition of New
Wave experimentalism, echoing the fantastic imagery of Samuel R.
Delany and the angst-ridden identity paranoia of Philip K. Dick, all
bound together in a distinctly modern vision of a post-technological
future bereft of a human core. Jessup’s bone spaceships and
resurrecting crews tumble into the core of a mystery which is
consuming the very hearts of suns. Go along for the ride, and open
your eyes.
–Jay Lake, author of Escapement and Green“With unique imagination at work, Open Your Eyes bombards the reader
with stunning imagery, from living spaceships to mechanical
butterflies.”
–Ekaterina Sedia, author of Alchemy of StoneEvocative, moving, elegiac, and sometimes surreal, Jessup’s Open Your
Eyes is a space opera novella that lives and breathes in the 21st
century. It blends together the best of fast-paced adventure and
intriguing characters. Open Your Eyes is truly a nova in the science
fiction universe.
–Alan DeNiro, author of Skinny Dipping in the Lake of the Dead
Trying to resume normal functioning
I’m here. I’m okay. I have a few things to say:
1) Thank you so much to those of you who messaged, called, showed up on my doorstep or email me. I really appreciate it, and yes, I really needed it. Sometimes you just have to hear that people care. Even if those people don’t know what’s going on it helps you feel like you aren’t alone. If anyone out there is wondering if they should reach out to a friend (or coworker or relative) who is trouble or having a hard time don’t hesitate, tell them they aren’t alone. Sometimes that does more than a knight (of any color) rushing in to rescue you.
2) At this point I’m moving past my crisis and trying to deal with the major schedule change. Like how I should be in bed right now, but instead just got off the phone with someone who is one of the huge sighs in my life that I’m doing something right.
3) To those of you who worried that my hiatus was from writing, the good news is apparently that’s not allowed, seeing as during this crisis I’ve gotten a partial request from another Writers House agent, an edit and resubmit request, an invite to submit to an anthology that’s Right Up My Alley ™ and first edits on Rot. So even if I was inclined to need a break from writing it’s not allowing me to have one. Am I complaining? Hell no. I’m revelling.