It was on the second day of the Motorcity Comic Con that I realized that that show marked twenty years of doing conventions and indeed twenty years of doing the MCC.Crazy, I know!A lot has changed in those twenty years in that con, cons in general, and in me. SO this is sort of my… Continue reading Con Game
Category: Bloggy
The Death Of Politeness.
I have a problem. A sickness some may call it. You see, I call women ‘ma’am’ and men ‘sir’ when I deal with them. Now, this is even if they are family or friends. It’s meant as a sign of respect and it’s a bit of formality that I like. It’s also POLITE! I worked… Continue reading The Death Of Politeness.
There Were Three – a story
This is a story I kinda fever-wrote. There may be mistakes, you need to figure out that there are two speakers, and it's weird. Have fun.THERE WERE THREEThere were three, you know.Three what?Siblings. Children. Three.Oh, um, OK, so uh, you have kids?No, not me. No. In the darkness there were three. The three came from… Continue reading There Were Three – a story
Preaching to the Choir
With the recent death of GWAR lead singer Dave Brockie it occurred to me that we’re losing our appreciation of The Other Side. We’re losing our ability to see past ourselves and to imagine a bigger world.I followed Brockie’s ODERUS (his GWAR character’s name) Twitter feed and it was all but guaranteed to offend at… Continue reading Preaching to the Choir
The Last Sheep – a novel
When I started writing I didn’t think I would one day produce nine books. Not ever. Even when my first book came out. It just…it wouldn’t have computed. It still doesn’t. I have put my ninth book out just before I turn 40. So strange. For me The Last Sheep is the end of a… Continue reading The Last Sheep – a novel
The Vanity Of It All
If there is a topic that drives me crazy as a writer it’s the continual cat calls of VANITY PRESS in regards to people who put their own work out or who go through companies who do it. Naturally BECAUSE it upsets me means that it’s a touch subject. Well, go fig.Here’s the deal –… Continue reading The Vanity Of It All
The Last War…er…Sheep
Book - The Last - is finished. Huzzah. Boo. Hiss. Whatevs. Still not sure what I feel about it. I am the worst judge of my own work because I am very hard on myself and am not sure I think anything I write is more than OK. All of this is prolly why I… Continue reading The Last War…er…Sheep
Saying Goodbye But GOD WHAT A RACKET!
The things that stay with you are strange. Memories thought forgotten that are just lying dormant but there, waiting for a trigger. Such is the case with me today as I learned of the passing of DAVE BROCKIE, the singer of gore-rock band GWAR. For many GWAR was just a gross metal band that lived… Continue reading Saying Goodbye But GOD WHAT A RACKET!
The Collection
When I began writing as a teenager I didn't really have an end-goal, didn't have an agenda, and didn't see anything but the words as they spun out before me. The older I got the more ambitious I got and the wider my view became. The words and stories still seem like magic, like… Continue reading The Collection
CEMETERY EARTH – a novel of the living dead
There are a glut of zombie books out there. Zombies are the new vampires - everyone is doing them and everyone's version is the best most original thing ever. So why zombies? I began this book in the early 2000s with the idea of writing a book about zombies. I have talked about… Continue reading CEMETERY EARTH – a novel of the living dead
The Kreep Sheep – a dark sequel
When I first wrote The Meep Sheep I never ever imagined there were more stories to be written. I wasn't 'done' with the world so much as I didn't know there was more to say. As time passed the world of the Meep Seep stayed with me and the idea of writing stories, side stories,… Continue reading The Kreep Sheep – a dark sequel
Nights Of Black Hearts – a journey into the void
After I had put a few books out I started to get a little mischievous. I loved putting books together with no notice, no fanfare, and no hints and to just release it and even if no one else cared it meant something to me because I loved the playfulness of it. the mystery. This… Continue reading Nights Of Black Hearts – a journey into the void
Raising the Dead
I have a crazy idea. Now, as with all crazy ideas I can’t really affect this or foster it. I am the idea man, and that’s it. Sorry. I wish I could do more. But I think it’s an idea that’s worth putting out there.I am a horror fan, duh. Look at the books I… Continue reading Raising the Dead
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 