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I write with a baby in my lap. What's your excuse?

I write with a baby in my lap. What’s your excuse?

I planned on writing my trademark blog — humorous and in your face — but I just don’t have it in me right now. It’s midnight. My fiancée is asleep, my child is asleep, and that’s where I want to be so let’s get this over with.

Aaron Gudmunson asked me to participate in something entitled Coming Soon! Blog Hop. I agreed because Aaron is a good guy. Then there’s the fact that I’m trying to be more social and less of a recluse. So I agreed to participate, but it’s one of those “chain letter” type blog post where you post a blog then get three more to do the same. If you’ve read any of my blogs before — which you probably haven’t — I have a great disdain for chain letters. Phut! <That’s me spitting. I spit on chain letters. But like I said, Aaron is a good guy. I met him in an anthology, I don’t remember which one, but I do remember his story and I liked it. Check him out over at, but whatever you do, don’t come back here. I’m rarely here anymore. But wait! Don’t go just yet. I have some news to share and a ridiculously generic interview to do. Stay with me long enough to read what I have to say then click on whatever link you want to take you away from here and don’t come back. Not because I don’t like you. I’m rarely here is all.

Before the interview I want to share some things with you. I would wait until after the interview, but I’m afraid you won’t last that long — premature evacuation is what the kids are calling it nowadays.

May 2, I have a humorous piece of work going up over at If the beginning of relationships started out as a job interview, how would the resumes look? Well, I wrote a resume in which a guy is trying to get the job of being some girl’s new squeeze. Check it out if you get the chance. If you forget, come back here, click on the link, then never return.

I also have a legitimate interview scheduled to appear May 6 over at Click on the link, locate the “Isolation” tab, and find my name. Should be fun.

I think that’s it. Are you still there? Good. Just hang on a little while longer. I swear I’m almost done. <That’s what he said. Here’s my Coming Soon! Blog Hop interview.

What are you working on right now?

Have you ever read a book or watched a movie and thought, Man! I wish I thought of that first. I think that all the time. If I had a time machine, I would procure a busload of novels and travel back to before they were written and write them first. None of Stephen King works. What Stephen King writes should only be written by Stephen King, but I’d definitely become the author of Pirates of the Caribbean. Anyway, back to the point I’m trying to make. All of my current works in progress are kept top secret – with the exception of the publishers I submit to and literary agents, and I cross my t’s and dot my i’s with them too – until it’s published. Yeah, that’s how original my ideas are.

However, I can say that I am currently working on short stories for pro market venues with the intention of spreading my name and establishing a greater reputation. And I must say things are going very well so far.

Next question please.
How does it differ from other works in its genre?

Well, my work has by Bennie L. Newsome on the cover page. No other work in its genre has that.

Next question please.

What experiences have influenced you?

I came into this writing game thinking all I had to do was write, present said writing to a publisher, and fame came instantly. That was foolish, amateurish thinking. Rejections taught me to write better, acceptances taught me not to say yes to everyone who told me yes. If you’re published in a forest and there’s no one around to read it, are you really published? No. And this revelation taught me not to submit to just anybody. In the end, my experiences have taught me to have more patience, my writing has evolved, my standards are higher and uncompromising, and I’m a whole lot closer to my goal than I was when I started.

Why do you write what you do?

I write what I do because it’s who I am. My work is humorous at times because I like to laugh. Horror is my favorite genre to read, so of course I’m going to write about horrifying situations. If you notice me give a shout out to God in my work, it’s because I know He exists. I prefer to write for young adults and middle graders because they still read just for the love of reading. They’re not dissecting every sentence and proofreading the entire time. This is why I write horror, humor, or Christian fantasy for young adults and middle graders.

How does your writing process work?

My work stems from a single idea. The BoogeyMann came from me asking, “What if a man scared his children as punishment instead of whipping them?” Life is no Fairytale came from me imagining the prince in Rapunzel climbing to a third floor apartment instead of making his way to the top of a tower.  Agape was born from the question, “What if these crows following me were actually angels in the guise of birds?” An idea presents itself to me and I just start writing, no outline. I never know what’s going to happen until it happens.
What is the hardest part about writing?

Finishing. I can start a story easy enough, but once I get to the middle I have to force myself to write, and by the time I near the finish line, I’m crawling. Probably comes from not having an outline.

What would you like to try as a writer that you haven’t yet?

Getting an advanced royalty check from a big publisher. I’d like to try that.

Who are the authors you most admire?

Stephen King. The man is a freaking genius. And I like James Patterson because his work can be ingested as easy as water, and he is a go getter. I love his work ethic. I also like John Grisham’s work, and J.R.R. Tolkien wrote my favorite books.

Who are new authors to watch out for?

How am I suppose to know? I’m too busy writing while reading the works of my role models. Plus, new authors are like roaches. There are a whole lot of us, we’re all over the place, and you never notice a particular one until it jumps off the wall and flutters in your face. And then you’re like, “Oh, s&%t! One of these damn writers flew in my face!” You slap ’em down and squash it with your foot.

However, this blog hopping dictates that I choose three writers to keep the “chain letter” going. I chose these authors (one didn’t respond and I don’t blame her), not because I’m familiar with their work — since I’m not. I chose them because they made an impact with me.

Rob Teun: He’s the most helpful guy I have ever met — probably because he’s from England. You don’t often see writers constantly promoting their peers, but Rob is always talking up others. He’s mentioning people on Twitter, Facebook, and he reads the works of others to leave reviews on designated websites. The guy is selfless, and because of that characteristic, I choose him as a new author to look out for. You can find his author’s page on

Shikhar Srivastava: He’s a fellow writer and Facebook friend. I always thought of him as a cool guy because of his posts, but one day – on Facebook – I proclaimed that I was on my way to being a bestselling novelist. Shikhar was the only one to comment on my post, and that comment was “#MeToo.” I watch as everyone writes and gets published and do “big” things, but still get nowhere. And they appear to be content with the hamster wheel. I, on the other hand, am shooting for the stars, and Shikhar earned my respect by stating that he shared the same intent. And for that, I chose him as a new author to look out for. Check out his blog space over at

Alright. Final question, then I’m going to bed.

What scares you?

Just about everything. And because I know fear, I can write about it convincingly.

Good night. Thanks for stopping by, and don’t come back.

–The Ravings of a Madman


“Hello?” That lone words echoes throughout this empty chamber. “Anyone here?”

"Life is No Fairytale", "Agape", "The BoogeyMann": these titles can be found at

“Life is No Fairytale”, “Agape”, “The BoogeyMann”: these titles can be found at

Man, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here raving about whatever random thought that happened to cross my mind (clears dust from the furniture as I move about the place nostalgically). The Ravings of a Madman. That’s what this blog was all about. There was no advice given. No interviews posted. Nothing to really help anyone who stumbled along my blog. Just me raving, like some senile old man you might come across in your daily travels. (Clicks the light switch into the on position, illuminating the space). I actually missed this place. You see, I’m a writer. I was a full-time writer, dedicating at least eight hours a day to my craft. Not everything I wrote was good. Some of my stuff is genius. My young adult, horror novel, “The BoogeyMann” is pretty sweet. It has a four and a half star rating on Amazon, eight reviews. There’s my young adult, romance, “Life is no Fairytale.” In my opinion, it’s better than my debut novel. My latest release is “Agape”, a Christian, fantasy novel — my greatest body of work so far. Yep. I was a full-time writer, then my son Benjamin came along last year. With his arrival, I was instantly promoted to a stay-at-home dad like that guy on “Doc McStuffin” — you can’t see it, but I’m shrugging nonchalantly. Anyway, Benjamin demands a lot of my attention, resulting in me not being able to work like I use to. I thought I would have more time to work the older he got, but that turned out to be untrue. The more he grows the more mobile he becomes, and the more he moves about the more attention he warrants. I wouldn’t trade my son for anything in the world though, and thankfully I’ve been able to coast on my previous year of nonstop work.

My pride and joy, Benjamin.

My pride and joy, Benjamin.

That’s enough about me. I didn’t come here to give you a history lesson, but I thought it important to reintroduce myself. The reason I am here is to rave. What’s on the Madman’s mind today? Shameless advertising to children. There’s a previous blog of mine where I rave about advertisements. I hate advertisements. I think they should be only ten seconds, or less. They should have a lone person in front of a camera while holding the product they want to sell, and a plain background would suffice. Tell me what it is, what it does, then say goodbye — like a James Patterson book commercial. So you see my dislike for commercials, but there is something I hate more than aggravating advertisements. I hate commercials for kids.




This image from "Poltergeist" best illustrates advertisement effects on children.

This image from “Poltergeist” best illustrates advertisement effects on children.

Kids are gullible by nature and they want everything you put before them. My son Benjamin is not of the age where he  repeats, “I want that!” all day long, but the time will come and I don’t appreciate commercials that tell kids what to do. “Go ask your parents to take you to our website.” “Tell your parents to buy you this now.” “Drink water instead of soda.” “Go outside and play.” First of all, I know how to raise my child. Don’t come into my house and tell him to go outside and play. You don’t know where I live and if it’s a safe environment. I know how to distribute water and soda. Maybe I don’t want my child on my computer, and don’t have my kid asking for something you (advertisers) and I both know he doesn’t need. What makes me so angry about advertisements tailored for kids is the fact that they know parents are not so easily persuaded so they brainwash the children. Then these mindless zombies come to the adults begging for this and demanding that. Children are not smart enough to read the small print on these commercials. The small print that says, “We’re not responsible for any whippings you might incur.” And a spanking is what my child will get if he becomes a middleman for the money grubbing ad firms.

Sure, there are ways to limit a child’s exposure to stranger danger: lessen a child’s TV time, streaming from programs like Netflix, buying relatively commercial free DVD’s, or monitoring what they watch. Any of these methods could work, but it still burns me up to know that those no good scoundrels are still out there.

Includes my first accepted short story, “Summer Assignment.”

June has finally arrived which means that approximately a year has passed since my first publication. I don’t remember it like it was yesterday (I can barely remember yesterday), but I do remember opening an email from Denise Brown of May December Publications. I was braced for another rejection. Instead, I was met by the words, “your short story has been accepted into our anthology, Chivalry is Dead.” Of course those weren’t the words exactly, but you get the gist. I got my first acceptance in March of 2011 and I was a published author that following June. I may not remember that day well, but I do recall being very excited. I rejoiced silently to myself because my girlfriend was in the next room and I wanted to wait for the right moment to tell her the good news. Although, when you see a grown man prancing happily around the house, its not hard to figure out what’s going on. So I told my girlfriend, I told my mom, and I told my brother, Darryl. My brother was the only one who seemed genuinely happy for me. My mother and girlfriend lost interest when I told them that there was no monetary compensation. And they wonder why my first book wasn’t dedicated to them.

 Anyway. Since my first publication, I have had a butt load of short stories published in numerous anthologies. Some are very good stories, then there were those that didn’t translate well from my imagination to the computer. I had a short story nominated for a Pushcart Award. It didn’t win, but I was extremely honored that the editor thought it was good enough to submit. I also had a very good short story accepted into an anthology that will feature a renown bestselling author. That anthology, Songs of the Satyr, should be coming out soon. My latest and greatest acceptance was a poem that’s scheduled to appear in a Hallmark book entitled, Thanks Mom. Then there are those that I was embarrassed to see in print. Needless to say, I won’t elaborate on those. But all the success I did have started with a short story called, Summer Assignment. It read like a middle grade story while being filled with adult innuendos. The story was all humor and no horror, but it appeared in an anthology that has a wicked cover and some gruesome tales. I’m a comedic writer who likes to write tales for the young and old alike. Not everyone likes the stories I have to tell, or the way I tell them, but those people are usually the mentally depraved. They’re not happy unless you’re hacking someone’s head off, or spilling their guts. I can do that, I have done that, but I’m more at home with tales like: Summer AssignmentFrightening ClichésThe BoogeyMann. I rather have fun and make people laugh than scare the crap out of them.

And with that being said, I would like to thank Denise and Todd Brown at May December Publications for accepting a childish and silly person such as myself. They specialize in speculative horror, and yet they gave me my first short story acceptance — which was anything but horror. They also published my first young adult novel. They’re not the most perfect independent press, and the edits have not always been to my liking — I’m sure my lack of formatting didn’t help matters — but my work was published in a timely manner and the contributor copies always made their way to my doorstep. As a writer, I have grown and so have my aspirations. I don’t submit work to the smaller presses like I use to (mainly because I don’t have time to write like I use to), but I will never forget that I started out with a press called May December Publications. Terrible name for a horror press, I know, but would a zombie by any other name be less likely to crack open your skull and eat its innards? Nope. The results would pretty much be the same.


–The Ravings of a Madman

Technically, I didn’t make a film. I made a fifty second advertisement (extremely low budget, might I add), and what little I did would still be listed under my graphic design skill sets. Yeah, I took a flash animation class when I was going to school to be a graphic designer–a.k.a. visual communications–and I was terrible at it. I did just enough to pass the class, but apparently that doesn’t matter. One of the problems with pursuing a degree in graphic design is that there are so many affordable softwares out there now, allowing everyone to do their own stuff instead of paying a buttload for a graphic designer. Of course, work from a professional/talented graphic designer is of a lot better quality than what someone who has not been trained can do, but who cares. I sure didn’t care when I created my poorly developed commercial. I am extremely stoked with what I did with software that came preprogrammed on my computer. **Blissful sigh** Computers can do so many things, and I feel kind of bad that I never knew my computer had film making capabilities after owning it for five years. I remember getting upset at my mother when she first purchased her laptop a couple of years ago. All the woman did was go to Facebook and play Farmville. She never did anything else with the computer, and I would always tell her, “That laptop can do so much more!” Needless to say, my mother never explored the other capabilities of her laptop; and although I use my computer for more than playing games online, I discovered that I have not been using my PC to its full potential, either.

So when did I discover that my computer had Microsoft Movie Maker? A couple of days ago, a friend of mine told me that he wouldn’t mind showcasing my booktrailer on his website, and I thought to myself, I don’t have a book trailer. Why am I expected to have a booktrailer? Well, as soon as I admitted to my friend that I didn’t have a trailer, I went and started to get one together. I didn’t have the software to get a trailer going, but I figured I could find some bootleg way to create one. While I was going about my bootleg way, I discovered that my computer did indeed have film making software. Who knew? So late last night and early this morning (because the only time I can work is when the missus is home–my three-month-old is needy), I got to work on my film. It wasn’t long before I was excited about what I had, but the thing lacked sound. And if you think it is lame with the sound, you should have seen it before I tweaked it. So I search for sounds on Google and I came across this website, Partners in Rhyme (the link should be around here somewhere) and I discovered the sounds I needed for my film. They had some sounds that were free and some that you can buy–I partook of both–and my flash film was born.

Now that I made a short story long, you can go on over to Youtube and check out my film by clicking on the following link (I would’ve posted it here, but I’m not paying for extra space):

“Heeeeeeerrrrrrrre’s JOHNNY!”

That phrase and the picture to the left has been with me since I was a little boy, although my first time seeing The Shining was today. Yep. Never saw it before. Didn’t get a chance to watch it when I was younger because all I liked to watch was cartoons; however, that phrase and the accompanying image has always stuck with me. When I grew older and became a big fan of Stephen King, my desire to see the movie developed. Apparently my desire wasn’t that great because I never went in search of the film, but it practically fell into my lap yesterday and I was more than eager to watch.

SPOILER ALERT: If you have not seen the movie, you may not want to continue reading. I am about to reveal some very telling scenes.

Alright, now that you’ve been warned, back to my posting. So, The Shining is based on a novel written by Stephen King, and it was brought to the screen by Stanley Kubrick. The movie was pretty good to be so old. I guess this is what constitutes as a classic. And there are not many films that can scare me nowadays, but I must say The Shining actually gave me the creeps. The most chilling thing about the movie was that crazy little boy with the “Tony” living in his mouth and all the “Redrum! Redrum! Redrum!”–crazy little boy and his creepy voice. Jack Nicholson who played Jack Torrance also added a chilling factor to the movie with those signature eyebrows of his. Then there was the dramatic music that added to the suspense just like it was meant to. The ghosts weren’t scary in the least bit, and the rat face wife, Wendy Torrance, brought a bit a comedy to the movie. What? You don’t remember laughing. Well, I did. It all started when she discovered his manuscript that consisted of “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” over and over again. The woman’s reactions were HILARIOUS! The look on her ugly mug was priceless and the way she swung that bat…funny. And don’t get me started on her facial expression when Jack’s famous scene arrived. The way she looked when that ax came crashing through the bathroom door had me rolling on the floor laughing.

The movie was pretty good, but I felt like the ending was rushed (although I kept looking at the clock wondering when the movie was going to end). Jack chasing his son through the hedge maze was a given and so was the outcome. I knew the man was going to get lost in there. Maybe he should’ve taken walks with his family when they asked. Or maybe he should’ve chopped his way out of the maze. He did have an ax after all. Then there was the cook who came back, only to die in an anticlimactic way. I guess he was just there to deliver the vehicle. Oh, well…throw away character. So I felt like the movie was rushed in the end, but I’m sure the book is awesome. A picture is worth a thousand words, but sometimes it hard to convey certain words in an image, which makes the literature better than the film, often times. All in all, I give The Shining two thumbs up.

I haven’t posted on my blog for a few days. I’ve been busy with a writing project (one which I am happy to say is coming to a wonderful conclusion), but I am here to promote the publication of my first novel–The BoogeyMann. Right now, it is only available in eBook format (for kindle, nook, ipad, etc.), but it’ll be out in paperback pretty soon. Then I can sell my novel out the trunk of my car like someone trying to hustle mixtapes–stay on my grind and all that rot. 

Anywhoo. The BoogeyMann was published and edited by a small publishing press by the name of May December Publications. I’ve had several short stories accepted by them, so sending them a novel was obviously the next step. The book is intended for young adults, but it has content that adults will like. Because let’s face it, you can’t write for the young crowd until you please some very critical adults who stand in the way of your publication. So the book gets its title from one of the main characters, Bryan Mann, who is the father of three children–Benjamin, Kayla, and Chloe.

(A side note: the three children in my novel were named after the kids me and my girlfriend talked about having. Two years after I wrote this novel, we had my first born, Benjamin–whom this book is dedicated to.) 

Back to my telling you of the book. So Bryan Mann has three kids, and when his kids misbehave, he terrifies them (hench, the BoogeyMann) instead of punishing them with brute force or faulty time-outs.

In this book there are a couple of things going on. First, Benjamin (Mr. Mann’s oldest child) discovers that his report card has some terrible grades on it; grades that will force him to undergo some of that frightening punishment that his father is known for. Because he doesn’t want to face his father’s wrath, and so he can go to a hype party that’s happening that night, Benjamin lets his bestfriend (Darnell Wallace) talk him into lying to his father. When you read the book, you’ll see that lying was a huge mistake. The second problem is that Mr. Mann’s eleven-year-old daughter, Kayla, is having problems with a bully (Anthony Jones) from school, and we all know how father’s behave when they find out that their precious daughters are being mistreated by some knuckleheaded boy. Their reactions are rarely pretty. When these two problems are brought to Bryan Mann’s attention, he decides to take out two birds with one horrifying punishment. That’s how Benjamin, Darnell, and Anthony find themselves stranded in the middle of the woods with monsters all around them.

The BoogeyMann contains my signature wit and some very good writing (if I may say so myself). So if you have three dollars left over from that twenty you broke at your favorite fastfood drive-thru, then go to or and buy an eBook version of my novel. If you don’t have a kindle, nook, or ipad (I don’t have either), then you should get the novel when it comes out in paperback. The book’s cover was also illustrated by me which doubles the value of your purchase, especially if I strike it big.