Ghost Stories – Coming Soon

I’ve been quiet for some time now, but that’s not because I haven’t been working. A lot of the time, things are in progress, and I’m not allowed to discuss them until the official announcement goes live. Now is one of those times. I’m beyond thrilled to announce my involvement with an upcoming audio-only anthology, Ghost Stories.

A couple of months ago, Blunder Woman Productions put out a submission call for spine-chilling, spooky campfire stories (more The Woman in Black and less Saw). My good friend Tony Healey encouraged me to go for it, and said that he’d always loved my creepy story, The Starlight Mile. I considered it, but knowing that the story was seven years old, and how much my writing had improved since then, I didn’t have high hopes. That said, the opportunity was too good to pass up, so I ultimately decided to take the challenge.

I sat down with the original draft, and to my dismay (but not my surprise), the writing quality was far scarier than the story itself. A lot of work needed to be done in order to make it submission-worthy, but the deadline was coming up fast.

I took out my literary scalpel (and in some cases, my literary chainsaw) and went straight to work. I cleaned up some clunky sentences here and there, adjusted some unnatural dialogue, and clipped out entire sections that kept the story from moving forward. By the time I was done, I’d cut the story down to around 3,700 words from nearly 6,000!

After reading the newly-edited version, I felt good about it, but needed outside opinions. The feedback I received contained very few notes and high praise. I made a few more tweaks, then sent it off. Two weeks later, I received word that my story had been chosen.

This project is incredibly exciting because it’s audio-only, and I’ve never had my work narrated before. Not only that, but the narrator assigned to my story is Tim Campbell, an award-winning voice artist, and he is legit! Check out his work here.

The anthology is currently without a release date, but it’s coming later this year. Hopefully, in time for Halloween! I’ll keep you posted as more details emerge, but in the meantime, check out the full list of authors and narrators hoping to scare the bejesus out of you come fall:

  • The Clockmaker by Beth Green, narrated by Danielle Cohen
  • Dream In Black Static by Ambrose Ibsen, narrated by Joe Hempel
  • The Family Ghost by Susan C. Hunter, narrated by Holly Palance
  • Geiststurm by M K Gibson, narrated by Kyle Tait
  • Goat by Matt Godfrey, performed by Amy Landon
  • The House by Tanya Eby – Narrator & Writer, narrated by Rhett Samuel Price
  • The Rabbit Hole by Jack Soren, narrated by Hillary Huberr
  • She Is By The Window by Anthony Addis, narrated by Marni Penning Coleman
  • The Starlight Mile by David K. Hulegaard, narrated by Tim Campbelll
  • Wendigo by Molly Coyle, narrated by Lauren Ezzo
  • The Whimsy by Petrea Burchard, narrated by Rachel Jacobs

Nothing but love,

~ David

For Mom

I lost one of my best friends in the world on April 10, 2019, and now a once-bright corner of my heart grows dim. My mother, Kathy, had more capacity for love and empathy than any human being I’ve ever met. Without her in my life anymore, my chest aches in an excruciating and unfamiliar way, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this pain. I still can’t believe she’s gone.

Mom was sweet, and kind, and had the most amazing sense of humor. Not only was she funny, but she was the best audience to have around because she would legitimately laugh at even your worst jokes or puns. As intelligent as she was, and believe me, she was, she’d also laugh so hard at a stupid fart joke that she’d snort, which only made her laugh harder, and before you knew it, the whole room would be in tears, laughing with her.

Mom loved many things in life. Among her favorites was her faith, the Beatles, lighthouses, cows, Ghost Adventures, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Hallmark movies (especially the Christmas ones, which she’d watch year-round), reading, thimbles, drives out to the coast, Harry Potter, crocheting, and Animal Crossing. Oh, you bet your ass, Animal Crossing. She’d paid off Tom Nook so long ago that she took her bells to her grand kids’ towns and started paying down their debts, too.

As silly as it is, it’s also a perfect example of quintessential Mom. Whatever she had in life, be it in the real world, or a virtual one with a cat and hippopotamus for neighbors, she wanted to share it with everyone. I’ll never forget the time we’d all just sat down to dinner as a family and were interrupted by a door-to-door salesperson. Everyone was so annoyed, except Mom, who instead invited the guy in to join us.

Now, you might be tempted to think this happened years ago when neighborhoods were all a bit safer, right? Nope. This was just last year, and for the record, the guy politely declined. We teased Mom relentlessly, of course, insisting that he was likely more afraid of her than we were of him.

As dear as she held all of her favorite things, there’s nothing she loved more than her family. If given a choice between wealth, world peace, a cure for cancer, or a Sunday afternoon at her house surrounded by family, she wouldn’t have even hesitated to pick. You could’ve presented her with that same scenario a million times, and her choice would’ve always remained the same: she wanted to spend as much time with her loved ones as possible. I’m so grateful that I was able to see her and talk to her nearly every day during our last year together.

In the days since Mom passed, the family has received countless messages, emails, and cards of condolence. Mom touched so many people in her life, and as we’ve read through all the notes, one common theme has emerged: everyone had their own special relationship with her. Somehow, regardless of how well she knew them, she was capable of being all things to all people, and she wasn’t even trying. She did it happily, with a smile on her face, because she genuinely cared. Mom was the Michael Jordan of caring.

No matter how hard you try not to think about it, somewhere in the back of your mind from an early age, you always know that this day is coming, but it sure doesn’t make preparing yourself for the inevitability any easier. The loss my family has suffered is immeasurable, and the impact of her absence will be felt for the rest of our days. However, if there is any comfort to be had at all, it’s in knowing that her and I are so much alike, and now I have the honor and privilege of carrying her with me. Perhaps I will use this opportunity to try and be even more like her.

If I can leave you with one thing, it’s this: time is shorter than you think, even when it feels like it will last forever. Don’t let it go to waste. Love harder. Dream bigger. Savor all your special moments. And never let an opportunity to tell someone how much they mean to you pass you by.

I love you with all my heart, Mom, and I will miss you forever.

2017: The Year in Review

What a difference a year makes. This time last year, I was feeling the stress of making a bold decision to leave my stable, high-paying job in pursuit of creative freedom: to focus solely on my passion for writing and storytelling. While my paychecks are certainly lighter now, in retrospect, I’m still overjoyed by the decision I made. More and more of my soul was getting sucked out by the day, and although there are new sources of stress to face now, I feel so much more rewarded by what I do.

I want to take this opportunity to offer my sincerest thanks to everyone who has supported me. Thank you to everyone who has invested in an unknown and given my books a chance. I hope you’ve been entertained, and I hope that you were able to step into Miller Brinkman’s world and love it as much as I do.

2017 saw the birth and end of the Noble trilogy, and now it’s time to move forward. I have two novels in the works which I hope will see the light of day in 2018. The first of which is the sci-fi story I’ve been wanting to tell for a few years now.

While working at BioWare, I often dreamed of writing for Mass Effect. I crafted a story line I thought might fit just in case I ever received an opportunity to pitch to the team. That opportunity never presented itself, which was disappointing, but then I realized that my story didn’t have to be Mass Effect at all.

What I had was the beginning to a new franchise–one in which I could create and take ownership of. I’m so pleased with how it’s coming along, and I look forward to sharing more information about it in the near future.

The second novel on the docket is a post-apocalyptic fantasy. I actually started working on this as part of a writer’s workshop group late last year, and I cranked out the first four chapters in short order. However, I put it on the shelf following the workshop’s completion, but I can still hear it calling to me. Perhaps it’s time for me to start listening.

Again, I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support, encouragement, and kind words. It means more to me than you know. I wish you all a warm and wonderful holiday season. I’ll see you in 2018!

~ David

Destination Mystery Interview

Wow. This year has really flown by, hasn’t it? It’s been a busy and productive year, though, and I couldn’t be happier about that. However, 2017 isn’t over yet, and I’m pleased to share that I’ve done one final interview before the new year.

The wonderful and lovely Laura Brennan hosted me on her fantastic podcast, Destination Mystery. I had so much fun chatting with her, and I hope you’ll give it a listen!

Talk Nerdy to Me Podcast

A huge thank you to the fine folks at the Talk Nerdy to Me podcast for having me on this week’s episode. We chatted about many cool things, including my writing process, the wacky world of professional wrestling, how Mass Effect fan-fiction became the basis for my next novel, and so much more!

Check it out below, or download wherever you get your podcast fix. If you’re in a rush, my interview segment comes on at 1:13:10.


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The Reckoning: Prologue

Jamison, West Virginia
2014

“Police in Charleston have confirmed the identity of a thirty-one-year-old woman found bludgeoned and dismembered in a hotel dumpster earlier this week, but will not release the name until the victim’s family has been notified. Captain Curtis Abbott declined to speak to the media about the specifics of the investigation, but confirmed that the department is following up on several promising leads.

“When asked if this grisly murder could possibly be linked to a similar murder committed last month, Captain Abbott again declined to comment. He advised the people of Kanawha County to remain calm, but stay vigilant. More on this macabre story as it develops.”

Natalie switched off the television and shuddered. Jeez, she was only a couple years younger than me. She set the remote down on her coffee table and walked into the kitchen. An overflow of garbage was preventing the trash bin lid from closing. Yes, that’s what I need right now, she thought. Some household chores to take my mind off the Charleston slayings.

Natalie tied the bag’s plastic drawstrings into a bow and lifted it out of the bin, then leaned the bag against the wall while she took a buffalo plaid flannel from the back of a dining chair and put it on. She opened the sliding glass door to the backyard and stuck her hand out. A solid gray canopy of angry clouds stretched across the sky, but they had yet to produce any rain. Natalie expected it wouldn’t be long.

She lived in the small suburban town of Jamison, not far from Charleston. Her house was nestled in the heart of Settlers Grove: a quiet, secluded neighborhood at a higher elevation that the locals referred to as ‘the hilltop of doom.’ The nickname stemmed from a geographical phenomenon specific to the area; ‘the calm’ was a weather anomaly prevalent in the early weeks of spring.

During the calm, a silence fell upon Settlers Grove. No wind, no birds chirping, no dogs barking. A heavy rainfall followed, lasting for hours, but when it was over, the sun came out and the sounds of everyday life returned.

The calm has definitely started, she thought. Hope I don’t get soaked.

Natalie grabbed the garbage bag and hurried to the receptacle at the side of the house. She threw the lid open and dropped the bottom-heavy sack inside. As she dragged the receptacle toward the curb, two young men approached. Both were dressed in hooded sweatshirts and baggy jeans, with backpacks slung over their shoulders. She recognized one of them as Jay, a twenty-five-year-old living in a run-down rental property down the street. She’d recently had trouble with him.

One afternoon last week, she had come home from work to find Jay and a couple of his friends snooping around the front of her house. They’d scattered as soon as she pulled into the driveway. Although their behavior was suspicious, they didn’t seem to have disturbed anything on her property.

Days later, however, Natalie received an electronic delivery confirmation from UPS while she was at work, only to discover that the packages were missing from her porch when she got home. With all the houses in the neighborhood spaced a fair distance apart, no one saw anything. The police investigated, questioning Jay at Natalie’s recommendation, but they didn’t find enough evidence to arrest him.

Natalie slowed her pace and waited for the men to pass before continuing to the street. On the way, one of the receptacle’s wheels locked up and scraped along the ground. She knelt down for a closer look—there was something jammed inside the wheel well. With her petite fingers stretched, she reached behind the wheel and dislodged a bulbous rock.

The first drop of rain splashed on top of Natalie’s head. She tossed the stone aside and wiped her hands on her jeans. When she got up, a young man in a white hoodie stood in her periphery.

Natalie gasped.

“Ah, my bad.” The man put a hand on his chest. “I didn’t mean to scare ya. The name’s Thilo. Got a sec?”

Natalie rolled the receptacle into place at the curb. “I’m sorry, I really need to get back inside before the downpour.”

“Yeah, totally, but real quick, though,” he said, stepping toward her. “What’s the deal with calling the police on my boy Jay?”

Natalie moved to the opposite side of the bin. “I think maybe there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Thilo smacked his lips and took another step. “Kind of a bitchy thing to do, don’t you think?”

Natalie glanced toward the front door. Shit. I came out through the back and my keys are inside. “If you’ll excuse me, the rain will be here any minute now, so—”

“You know what I think?” Thilo rolled up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo on his forearm: a snake tangled in the eye sockets of a human skull. “I think maybe you haven’t gotten any in a while, and you were looking for a way to get his attention.”

“Well, don’t worry, girl,” another voice said from behind her. “You’ve got it.”

Natalie spun around to face Jay, standing there with his burgundy hoodie pulled up over his head. A numbing twinge of electricity shot down her spine. Her heart raced. They’ve got me boxed in.

A light, misty rain sprinkled down from the sky as Thilo inched closer. Natalie patted her pockets in search of her cell phone. Dammit, she thought, visualizing it on the kitchen counter. “Look, the calm is starting, and I need to get indoors.”

“Good idea,” Jay said. “Why don’t you invite us in and we can keep this party going.”

Natalie gulped. “Sorry, my husband’s on his way home, and I should get started on dinner, so…”

“Husband, huh?” Jay scratched his patchy goatee. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen a man around your house before.”

“Is that right?” Thilo folded his arms. “Aww, and here I thought we were becoming good friends. Why would you go and ruin it by lying?”

Jay put his hand on her shoulder. Natalie shrugged it off and backed into the garbage receptacle. The rounded plastic edge pressed against her back. “Guys, please. I just want to go back inside.” A silent tear streamed down her face. “I’m sorry about the misunderstanding with the police. It won’t ever happen again.”

Jay placed his hands on either side of the receptacle, pinning Natalie against it. He looked her up and down. “You’re right about that.”

The skies opened up. As a hard rain fell, Natalie screamed for help, but Thilo quickly reached around and covered her mouth from behind. Her eyes widened. Jay shushed her and grabbed her hand, forcing it down toward his beltline. Her fingertips found the cold metal of his belt buckle.

“You see, there’s consequences for calling the police on an innocent man,” Jay said. “But don’t you worry. I’m sure we can work something out.” He opened his zipper.

Natalie closed her eyes. Someone, please help me!

Thick raindrops hammered down on the lid of the receptacle. Without warning, Thilo removed his hand from Natalie’s mouth and screamed out in pain. She opened her eyes. Jay was staring over her shoulder, his jaw quivering. His grip on her wrist loosened.

Natalie shoved Jay backward and ran toward the house. She slipped in the mud in the soaked front yard and fell hard to the ground, the wind knocked out of her. As she struggled to get up and catch her breath, a hulking figure came into view behind Thilo, appearing to hover in midair.

A gloved hand jutted out from its midnight-blue cloak. Its fingers punctured the skin of Thilo’s shoulder, sinking deep into the trapezius muscle. The white cotton fibers of Thilo’s hoodie darkened with the blood gushing from the wound.

Thilo cried out in agony as Jay looked on, frozen in place. A dark trail soiled his jeans from crotch to ankle. The cloaked figure tightened its grip, ripping and pulling until Thilo’s trapezius muscle detached from the bone. Thilo wailed and dropped to the ground, clutching the gaping abyss beside his neck. He writhed around on the asphalt and vomited.

Natalie slid backward on her rear, unable to tear her gaze away from the figure’s hypnotic, pennant-shaped blue eyes. What is that thing?

Jay looked down at Thilo’s bloody shoulder, then turned and ran in the opposite direction. The cloaked figure melted into the ground and popped back up in front of him. Jay smashed into the figure’s broad chest like a cement wall, knocking himself down. He pinched his nostrils and examined the blood on his fingers.

The cloaked figure drifted toward him. It raised its hands and pressed them together in front of its chest, fingers extended and pointed up toward its chin.

“What are you doing?” Jay asked. “Leave me alone!”

Waves of purple lightning coursed down the figure’s arms and formed an undulating ball of energy around its hands. Billowing smoke rose from the tips of its fingers.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Jay scooted backward on his hands and feet. “You hear me?”

In one swift motion, the cloaked figure spread its arms out at its sides. Jay’s body disappeared into a cloud of smoke, leaving behind a mound of pink and white sand in the street.

Natalie screamed.

The cloaked figure turned its head and glided toward her. She covered her eyes and cowered as the rain soaked through her clothes to her skin. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“You have no reason to fear him,” a soft, kind voice said. “You’re safe now.”

Natalie opened her eyes with reluctance. Above her stood a fair-skinned woman with long ginger curls, dressed in an olive-green hooded scarf and a lilac gown, sullied with dark stains.

“What’s your name?” the woman asked.

“I… I’m, uh, Natalie.”

“Hello, Natalie. My name’s Lissette, and this is Kelasis.” She swatted the cloaked figure’s arm. “Where are your manners, Kelly? Help her up.”

Kelasis offered his hand to Natalie, but she shook her head and got to her feet. She looked at the pile of sand in the street where Jay’s body had been. “Did you kill him?”

Lissette brushed Natalie’s wet hair off her face. “We sent him somewhere he can never harm anyone again.”

“To a realm where he will most likely be violently killed,” Kelasis added.

Holding Natalie’s gaze, Lissette grinned and jabbed Kelasis with a blind elbow. “Are you okay now, dear?”

“Yes… I think so.”

Kelasis wrapped his cloak around Lissette, shielding her from the rain. “Then we should be going.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Lissette said. “I don’t want to be in this area any longer than necessary.” She shivered. “Too many bad memories.”

~ * * * ~

Natalie slammed the sliding glass door behind her and locked it. She tugged on the handle several times until she was satisfied that it was secured. Water dripped off her body and pooled on the engineered hardwood floor. What the hell just happened?

She swiped her cell phone off the counter and dialed 9-1-1. The rain pounded against the siding of the house, making it difficult to hear the faint ring as she waited for an answer on the other end. Outside the kitchen window, the overflowing gutters spewed like a busted dam.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” a bored voice answered.

“My name is Natalie Clausson. I live at 521 Maple Street, and there’s been an… an altercation outside my house.”

“Did you witness the altercation?”

Natalie ran her hand through her hair. “Yes.”

“Was anyone hurt?”

“Yes. Two men.”

“Are they still there now?”

Natalie walked across the living room to the front door and peered out through a half-moon window. Thilo was slithering away on his stomach, leaving a trail of red smear across the pavement behind him. “One of them is, but he’s badly injured and moving slow.”

“Okay, thank you, Miss Clausson,” the dispatch operator said, typing. “I’m sending someone to your location now. Can you give me any additional details about the altercation before the police arrive?”

“Yeah, it was a…” Natalie looked toward the clumpy pile of wet sand that had formerly been Jay. A slender young man dressed in crimson robes stood in the middle of the street. He turned his head toward her house and locked eyes with her through a pair of black leather goggles with clear lenses.

“Ma’am? Are you still there?”

The young man smiled at Natalie and put a finger to his lips. He raised his hood and walked away.

“Ma’am? Are you all right? Do you need help?”

Natalie ran back into the kitchen, leaned against the pantry door, and slid down to the floor. Rainwater dripped from the ends of her hair and plopped against the tile. She dropped the phone at her side and brought her knees up to her chest.

“Ma’am?”

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The End is Near…

The time has come, ladies and gentlemen. I’m pleased to announce that the grand finale in the Noble Trilogy will release on Friday, September 15, 2017. The Reckoning will be available in Kindle and paperback format, and is available to preorder right now!

Sixty years after the conclusion of an ancient war, hardly anyone on earth is aware of just how close humanity came to extinction. The same goes for Charleston Police Officer Desmond Kalish—for now.

When a string of horrific murders sends a shockwave through the West Virginia capital, Desmond is determined to put the culprit behind bars. A break in the case puts the police hot on the killer’s trail—at the same time thrusting Desmond into the heart of a secret world that will stretch his concept of reality beyond its limits. Desmond faces a choice: run back to the familiar, or accept the danger of the unknown?

Before Desmond has a chance to weigh his options, an enigmatic preacher emerges from the shadows to set a sinister plan several decades in the making into motion. To prevent the coming apocalypse, Desmond and a team of mysterious agents must head back to the place where it all began: a little town by the name of Ashley Falls.

Preorder your copy of The Reckoning today!

Icarus Reaches a Milestone

I’m so excited to announce that Icarus reached a milestone over this past weekend: 1,000 downloads! I can’t thank you enough for your time and support. It means more to me than you could possibly imagine.

Miller Brinkman’s story began back in 2010. I woke from a bizarre dream in the middle of the night, and I knew I had to get it down on paper before it faded away forever. I’d never written a book before, and had no idea how to even go about it, but I worked on it little by little every night for several months until the story was complete.

However, it took another six long years of edits and rewrites to shape the manuscript into something I could be proud of, and in January of 2017, Icarus was finally done. I hoped that Miller would find an audience, but I had realistic expectations.

As an independent author, I’m well-aware of the challenges that come with self-publishing, but I put my blood, sweat, and tears into it, and would’ve been happy even if only ten people ever read it. In passing the thousand-download milestone, Icarus has exceeded my wildest expectations, and I’m so grateful to everyone who has taken a chance on it. Sincerely, thank you.

So, what’s next? Hmm… you know, two thousand downloads has a real nice ring to it. 🙂

Icarus Blog Tour

Round up the roadies and notify catering, because Icarus is going on tour! Well, it’s a virtual tour you’ll be able to follow from the comfort of your own home, but don’t let that stop you from partying like a rock star with your bowl of green-only M&Ms.

Icarus will be making six stops on this tour, and I’ll be there for each one, lurking in the comments to chat with you. Want to learn more about the Noble universe? Want to ask me about my creative process? Want to yell at me for the death of a particular character? No question is off limits!

The tour begins Monday, May 29, 2017 and will continue through June. Here’s a complete schedule:

My sincerest thanks to all the lovely bloggers who’ll be hosting Icarus during this tour. I’d also like to thank Goddess Fish Promotions for setting it up. I hope you’ll all stop by to say hello during the tour, and I very much look forward to talking to you!

A Reading from The Invisible War

In honor of The Invisible War‘s release this weekend, I’ve prepared a short reading from the book. This excerpt is from an early chapter, and puts you right into the action!

Miller Brinkman and a pair of officers interrupt a murder in progress and chase the suspect into what they believe to be a dead end. They soon discover that this heinous killer has a few tricks up his sleeve.