Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2012

Friday Book Giveaway

Link: Friday Book Giveaway

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Monday, April 23, 2012

Harnessing the Spark - #38 (Chapter 19)

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Installment #38 of the on-going online ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE horror novel


CHAPTER 19 (part 1)


The sun warmed my feet as they poked out the end of the blanket. I pulled them back in and curled my legs back against Dexter still snuggled up under the covers. He left out a deep breath and grumble…


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Harnessing the Spark - #37 (Chapter 18)

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Installment #37 of the on-going online ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE horror novel


CHAPTER 18


“Elphie, wake up… c’mon Elphie.”


I opened my eyes but couldn’t focus on the face in the dark. I attempted speech but my vocal chords seemed miles away as did the rest of my faculties.


“For fuck’s sake, sis. I…


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Sunday, April 15, 2012

I REALLY need objective reviews...

Anyone interested in reading and offering an objective review of “Lost in Infinity”, let me know. 


Or if you have already read it and haven’t offered up a review, you should do that. Even if you fucking hated it, didn’t get it, don’t understand the hype or just wish it would go away.


You can post reviews on Tumblr and tag me, Amazon, Goodreads or Barnes and Noble.


EVERY Review is appreciated.


Thanks!


Friday, April 13, 2012

Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

Link: Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Friday, April 6, 2012

It's Friday again

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I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.



Thursday, April 5, 2012

Harnessing the Spark - #36 (Chapter 18)

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Harnessing the Spark - #36 (Chapter 18)

Installment #36 of the on-going online ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE horror novel 


CHAPTER 18 (part 1)


Alex was waiting impatiently just inside the cabin’s screen door when our ATV’s pulled back up out front. She opened the door but was knocked out of the way by an escaping Dexter, hellbent on being the first to welcome us back. Nick turned off the four-wheeler and whispered over his shoulder, “You ok, sis?”


I sat up, my cheek numb where it had been resting on the seam of his shirt. “I’m fine. I just need to lie down I think.” I took a moment to gather myself and started to swing my leg up and around the fender before the dizziness snatched me up.


“Hold still, Elphie! Let me help you.” Dave jogged the last few steps and grabbed my forearm, likely keeping me from face-planting into the gravel.


“What happened?” Alex asked frantically. “Who’s hurt?”


“Elphie hit her head. She’s fine though.” Nick took my other arm and helped Dave get me up to the cabin. “Can you get the door?” he asked Alex as she just stood and stared at me through pain filled eyes.


“She did that ‘I’m fast as fuck’ thing again too. It was even worse this time though.” Jo walked up the stairs behind me, dusting her hands off on the front of her jeans. “She even threw up just like before.”


“Elphie?” Alex asked. “What’s going on with you girl?” She brushed the flyaway bangs out of my eyes as the boys let me slump into the padded chair by the front desk. Alex leaned onto the armrest and continued to pet my red hair. “Someone tell me exactly what happened.”


Dave began. “Everything went fine until one of the things saw Elphie out an emergency exit and crashed through to get to her. We couldn’t see it from the front or back entrance because it was obscured by a book case. By the time we got to her, she was wrestling with a few. When she fell…”


“I hit my head,” I interrupted. “That’s all. I bumped my head on a big fucking rock OUCH!” I touched the back of my head and winced. “Dave and Nick finished the zombies off before I was bit.”


“Where the fuck were you while all of this was going on?” Alex turned on Jo.


“Hold your horses sister. I was on the roof, firing through the skylight.” Jo reached across the counter for a green apple sitting atop a wooden fruit bowl. She looked it over, rubbed it on her shirt and took a loud bite. “Where’s my brother by the way?” she asked through a mouthful of apple.


“He’s curled up on a cot in the other room.” Alex smiled at me, then turned back to face Jo. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump down your throat.”


“It’s fine. I understand. You don’t know me and you sure as hell don’t trust me.” Jo crunched the apple yet again. Her stoney face gave away no emotion which was borderline creepy.


I closed my eyes and tried not to focus on the spinning sensation overwhelming me from the core. I turned sideways in the chair and planted my foot on the wall which helped. I felt Alex hug me tight as she slipped into the chair beside me before I drifted off to sleep.


next installment coming soon…


If you’ve missed any earlier parts, they’re available here


did you know?

The first 20 pages of “Lost in Infinity” are available to preview on Amazon


and the first 38 pages are available to read on GoodReads

Tuesday, April 3, 2012





Look what came in the mail today… which means some of you will be getting your copies in the mail in turn… as soon as I sign and ship these back out.


Thanks for your patience guys.

Friday, March 30, 2012

"Lost in Infinity" Free book Friday

Link: "Lost in Infinity" Free book Friday

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


Who wants a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity”? I’m sending out one for free every Friday.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Friday, March 23, 2012

Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

Link: Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Saturday, March 17, 2012





Thank you to everyone who has reviewed “Lost in Infinity” at Amazon. The reviews and your photos of the book are what make me want to continue writing. Thanks guys.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

That time of the week again... Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

Link: That time of the week again... Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

1,000 Free Downloads...

I don’t know what to say. I just happened to see this today. Apparently “Lost in Infinity” DID hit 1,000 free downloads during the 4-day promo!



Plus, if you are Prime Member on Amazon, it’s always free.


http://amzn.to/lost-in-infinity

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

Link: Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

waking up to pics of you guys with your books, emails & ask box notes

is awesome. Knowing you guys are reading “Lost in Infinity” and for the most part enjoying it has just made my Wednesday. *blush* Thanks guys.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Who wants a signed copy? FOR FREE

I’m giving away a signed copy of “Lost in Infinity” each and every Friday until people are no longer interested or “Harnessing the Spark” is released.


If you want one, here’s what you have to do:



1) You MUST be following me at @FinallyHeSleeps on Twitter


2) Your MUST RT this tweet on your timeline or this post on your Blog


3) send a reply on Twitter telling me why you want or need a signed copy of the book.



That’s it. Nothing else. You can do it all week long if you like. I’ll keep track and decide each Friday night. I’ll do it every week until people stop asking for copies.


Good luck.


Monday, March 5, 2012

Savage Imaginations Interview 9/2011

Link: Savage Imaginations Interview 9/2011

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Travis


Have you ever sat around at a bar with your friends laughing about things like The Dirty Sanchez, The Cleveland Steamer or The Donkey Punch and thought, “Man, I’d love to have a drink with the dirty bastard who thought up all this shit!” Well, Travis is actually that guy. 


The beautiful chaos of Travis’ mind transfers to page almost effortlessly, as in Harnessing The Spark, he takes us into a world on the brink of the zombie apocalypse. After being only eight chapters into the story, I’m still having nightmares about being trapped in my garage while zombie’s ransack my house. Travis is able to take subject matter from the far-reaches of the imagination and make it feel real in a way that most writers only think they can.


Even his short works are gripping. You can’t read Taking a Shot and not only identify with the characters, but also feel as though you are one of them. While Travis can make even the furthest fantasy of zombies seem real, when he writes about reality it seems to become hyper-reality; it’s like you’ve been in that situation before, you know these people, you know what they’re feeling before they even feel it and you feel it just as strongly as they do.


Travis is more than just a writer; he’s more than someone who crafts words into a self-contained story. He crafts entire realities and seamlessly superimposes them onto our pre-existing one. Whether they be love stories or apocalyptic war stories, if you read them closely enough, with an open imagination, you too, will be questioning which reality is real.




— Meaghan Hayes



QI: Inquiring minds want to know who you are—what makes you tick, what grinds you gears, and what inspires you.


Whoa, that’s a question and a half… I’ll do my best. I’m a 35 year old Industrial Designer who grew up too fast and was forced to make adult decisions at an early age. I had no childhood.


I started attending High School when I was 9, able to graduate when I was 14 and started college at 15. I got married at 20. Graduated from college at 21 and have been working for the same company ever since. It’s all very boring really.


I’ve always been heavily involved in art, whether it be music, painting, performance or writing. It’s what fuels me. I also believe that being an Apeirophobic has influenced my creativity more than any single factor. It’s my own internal muse.


QII: Continuing along that train of thought, are many of your writings based on reality? Do you imbue your pieces with memories and parts of yourself; are they entirely fiction, or a hybrid?


Depending upon the piece, most of my fiction is based on my own experiences. Using truth and my own history puts honesty into the work. Sometimes, the inspiration is real, but the plot is too far out there to have any solid footing in reality. Other times, what feels like fiction is closer to the truth than I’d care to admit. 


QIII: You’ve submitted several pieces to Tumblr Fiction, how long have you been writing for and do you see yourself having a career in the writing field, or do you simply do it for pleasure or therapeutic reasons?


I’ve been writing since I was a child. Playing a story out in my head has always kept me busy. My brain works constantly. It never stops. I must keep it occupied. When I’m alone or trying to shut down from the world around me, I tend to build a perfect world in my mind.


As a child, battling insomnia, I’d spend hours in a dark room, living out a fantasy of being trapped in a quarantined town. I could go anywhere and do anything I wanted. I could go to the mall and play with any toy I wanted. As I got older, I’d borrow cars. Eventually girls miraculously appeared in my quarantined town… we won’t elaborate on that though.


Point being, spending hours every day in a dream world, I decided it would be nice to start recording the stories. Reading them back to myself turned them into films in my head… At that early age, I preferred to read a story the way I wanted it to unfold instead of someone else’s fantasy. This led me to creative writing.


I’ve never intended to make a living from writing. I still enjoy it, but my motivation is to purge my brain. Getting it out of my head and onto paper is a release. I’d compare it to ripping off a band-aid and letting the wound breathe. 


QIV: Are you surrounded by other creative beings? Do any of them in particular fuel your writing?


I am always surrounded by creative beings, it’s part of my job. I’m the Director of Design for a consortium. My hands are in all sorts of products and services. Everything from architecture to advertising to medical equipment. Part of the responsibilities includes dealing with artists and designers fluent in all avenues of commercial creativity.


Artists, by nature, are the most interesting souls a person can interact with. They’ll drag you to rock bottom or sit you on a pedestal. They never disappoint when you’re looking for inspiration (good or bad). I think it’d be best to direct you to a post 


I wrote about working with artists…







QV: What other avenues of creativity do you embark upon?


Other avenues? Being an Industrial Designer, my hands are in everything. Architecture, product design, copy-writing, graphic design, photography, digital design, web design, etc etc. Figure in GetOffended.com and everything that goes with it, and you can say I lead a fairly busy work life.


Spending 12 - 15 hours a day wrapped in art, I tend to find solace in writing, twitter, tumblr, playing piano, and watching movies. Being a chronic insomniac, I’m awake 20 - 22 hours every day. You have to find many different things to keep yourself occupied and busy. Relaxing leads to thinking. Thinking leads to worrying. Worrying leads to less sleep. Keeping busy actually keeps me sane. 


QVI: What are your greatest challenges in writing? Do you struggle with certain aspects of transferring an idea from your mind to the page?


Greatest challenges… If I’m being honest it’s finding the time to write. My life is pretty full at this point. Working 15 hour work days, coaching soccer 9 months out of the year, I barely have the time to devote to personal ventures. I’ve actually taken the route of audio dictation on my 3 hour total daily commute, then emailing it to myself to clean up and post in the evening. I’ve considered quite seriously, taking a week or two, heading to our condo and just shutting myself off from the world to finish a few things. That would be perfect, but alas, the best laid plans and all.


My biggest struggle transferring certain ideas from my mind to the page comes from being most interested and creative when I’m most vulnerable to my fears and insomnia. This in turn, leads to long rambling diatribes that repeat over and over. There’s usually a good idea in there somewhere, but I have to allow my coherent brain to decipher and clean up at a later date. Often there’s too much pointless blather to sift through and I delete it all, like flushing a dying fish. Sometimes, I say fuck it, and post it no matter what. Then end up pulling the trigger on it down the road, after I find my way to a recharge sleep and spend the next 24 hours cleaning up my own messes.


QVII: When your kids grow up, would you let them buy and wear a “Welcome to America, Now Speak the Damn Language” t-shirt, which you’ve said you’d burn the entire stock of, if given the chance?


This is an awesome question. I have two boys, 6 and 10. I’m not going to go into how they’re smart and all that, every parent thinks they have the smartest kids in the world. I can confirm that my kids live a life oblivious to my exploits. When the time comes when they’re making their own decisions more so than they are now, I, as a parent can only hope that I guided them well enough to make the correct and appropriate decisions.


I’d never wear one of those shirts. I’d never wear half our shirts. I’ll admit there’s a few that I do wear that I probably shouldn’t but that’s another story. Would I let them buy the shirt and wear it? Yes, I would. Would I be happy about it? No, I would not. I see parenting as caring and dictating at an early age. Then moving to protecting and guiding at a middle age. Finally supporting and appreciating as they reach adulthood. So far this strategy has worked out. If it does, I shouldn’t have to worry about what they buy and wear. I’ll just be glad they’re doing what they want and not what I told them to do.



QVIII: Anything else you’d like to add?


The only thing I’d like to add is that I’m by no means a writer. I’m only someone who uses it as a way to change my brain’s oil. It’s like spring cleaning for my psyche. Being an Apeirophobic means that my brain never slows. If it slows I dwell on the fear and can’t function properly at all. Keeping myself occupied with writing is a great personal escape from the things that plague me. It’s my own private Idaho. It may all be shit, that’s kind of beside the point. For me, it’s therapy. It’s a means to tomorrow by working through today.


Sunday, March 4, 2012

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Stepping into Darkness

This originally appeared on my old blog…


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The edge of nothing. Carefully, not that it matters at this point one way or the other, I curl my toes south, feeling for the concrete line in the sand. Straight forward, my eyes open and I feel his gaze upon me. Judging curiously behind tinted glass, frozen in the moment. His slack jawed awe fuels my inner concession. The papers in his hand slip from his grasp and free fall to the berber below, catching a ride back and forth on the resistance of the very same concoction I’m about to brave. My brain hiccups, my throat tightens and my lip curls to a smile in anticipation of the freedom before me.

“Step forward into the vast abyss,” my mind prompts me. I obey.

I close my eyes and the final song starts to play. Building slowly from a faint steady rhythm of 16th note high hats… bass on the downbeat…. blackness engulfs me and an army of butterflies stir to life… snare on the upbeat… the ocean tide crashes in my ears.

I open my eyes at the crescendo and focus on the papers across the chasm, still drifting helplessly to their next destination. My feet find their way above my head as my inner soundtrack nears the first break.

Refocusing toward my own destiny and the finality of my decision sets in. Time halts and only my stomach contests the change of direction. My smile falters then continues past it’s obligatory equator. The music stops. The ocean grows louder.

Closing my eyes again I feel my stomach twist itself into slip knot. The black returns, welcoming me inside with the promise of salvation for my bad decisions. Something tugs on my shirt and before I can turn to see, I hear the voice of my son.

“Are you ok, Daddy?” He sits down on the floor in front of me, smiling a toothless grin. I try to answer but can’t. The words are stuck, fighting to break free, tearing a hole on my throat… yet there effort is pointless.


Sitting up on the couch I swing my feet to meet the sand below.

The waves continue to crash in a steady drum of confusion. I stand up and take the first obligatory step in their direction. Emerging from the crashing waves, her salt water locks of vibrant red brilliance silence the thunder rolling in on each wave until all I can focus on is the beating of my own heart. Pounding harder with every thrust of blood to and fro I feel like my chest is going to explode. The intense pain and panic curls me in on myself. I close my eyes to escape the siren’s gaze and find solace once again in the black.

The ocean waves are crashing louder. My heart seizes. Silence befalls me.

I risk my sanity and force my eyes open. The sting of 32 feet per second squared bites at my pupils. The flash of concrete racing toward me makes the feeling of freedom experienced only moments before a surreal reminder of how fast I’ve fallen both figuratively and physically. My eyes close around tears, either from the flight or the fear I do not know. It matters not. The black is my new home.


“Welcome home…” drifts in on the last wave, “we’ve missed you.”




“I have no fucking clue what just happened! I was walking to my window about to file today’s Z490 Day Sum when I looked up and saw him step up on the ledge… He… he fucking looked right at me. He smiled. Fuck. He fucking smiled! Who the fuck does that? I’m never getting that image out of my head… FUCK! I mean, c’mon… he just stepped off and pheweeeeewwww down he went. Why the fuck was he smiling?”