• Texas ComiCon

    I just got back from the Texas ComiCon in San Antonio. Overall, it was a good show. I was worried by the end of the day on Friday that I wasn’t going to do well, but Saturday and Sunday sales increased and I earned enough to pay for the hotel and the registration fees, plus got to meet a lot of new readers and fellow artists.

    Thanks, Texas ComiCon!

    I’ll be at GeekFest in Killeen, Texas next weekend, so no traveling, no hotel, should be awesome!

  • The future is bleak

    Two New Releases

    As I see it, the future is bleak. We won’t ever achieve the Gene Rodenberry ‘Star Trek’ ideal that as a species we evolve past violence. We have always been a warlike and selfish group and will continue to be so in the future, if that even exists…

  • 683 and 883!


    sf - 883

    June 6 -- 683


    Wow! My author rank is currently 683 in horror and 883 in sci-fi.  This is awesome! You can find all my books on my Amazon Author Page at www.tinyurl.com/BP-Author

    Oh, and with the release of ‘Enduring Armageddon’ from Permuted Press, the book is all over the place, from Amazon to Barnes&Noble, iTunes, Smashwords and Kobo! Exciting times in the Parker household!

  • June 6, 1944



    71 years ago today, approximately 6:30 a.m. in France, Allied troops began a historic assault on a 50-mile stretch of French coastline. Pictured, American troops in a LCVP, or Higgins boat, approach Omaha Beach, Normandy, France and prepare to disembark on D-Day. Hours earlier, in the dark of night, an Allied Airborne assault was executed. Thousands of paratroopers and glider troops were dropped behind enemy lines to disrupt communications and secure bridges and exit roads. By night fall, Omaha Beach would be under Allied control.

    The invasion of Normandy included at least 5,000 ships, 11,000 airplanes, and more than 150,000 Service men from the American, British, and Canadian Allied Forces. The cost in lives was high that day. More than 9,000 Allied Soldiers were killed or wounded.

    For more on #DDay visit: http://go.usa.gov/35NbJ

    Photo courtesy of the Army Signal Corps Collection, National Archives; post courtesy of US Army official Facebook page.

  • A Path of Ashes is out!

    POA cover

    My latest post-apocalyptic book ‘A Path of Ashes’ is available for pre-order on Amazon! It will release on May 26th. Currently, there are red letters in the book cover online, but it will be with the white letters seen in this photo in a few hours.

    Here are the links:
    US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00XATPU9E
    UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00XATPU9E?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
    CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00XATPU9E?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

    #newrelease #postapocalyptic #apocalypse

  • Exciting things afoot!

    Muddy Boots Press just signed our first author, Stephen Woods to a 4-book deal!

    My first book from Permuted Press will be out in a few weeks!

    My book “A Path of Ashes” is with Beta readers now and the cover is in production!

    It’s exciting and crazy busy…

  • Editing Hell

    Seriously, how do people do this all day long, every day?!

    I’m stuck in editing hell on my novel “A Path of Ashes” and I just can’t find the motivation to keep at it. The feeling seems to get worse with every book I write, I simply want to sub it out and move on to the creative aspects of writing a new story. I know that I can’t hire out the initial editing part because it’s extremely important for the writer to clear up things before sending it to the editor, it’s just… blah.

    Ok, complaining time is over, back on my head…

  • PoA is Ready for Initial Editing!

    …and I just finished the first draft of “A Path of Ashes”!!!

    When I started this book a few months ago, I posted the Prologue, so here’s the story’s Epilogue. Don’t worry, it’s written in a way that doesn’t give away any spoilers (unedited, of course).


    “And that, children, is the story of Aeric Traxx, your great-great grandfather. Because of him, we are who we are. Our family has thrived for more than one hundred and fifty years while others have faltered and died out. He laid the foundations that we have built our empire upon.”

    Varan glanced around at the ramshackle family homestead with its fourteen houses built around a central meeting area. Beyond the houses were the family crops and further still, the walls that the Traxx family maintained to keep away the Vultures and creatures that roamed the darkness. It didn’t resemble much of an empire to him.

    “Grandad, why did we leave San Angelo?” Varan asked. “If Aeric journeyed all that way to get to the city, why don’t we still live there?”

    The boy was much smarter than his older brother the old man thought. Caleb would have been content to smash demonwolves with a hammer all day long instead of applying critical thought to wonder why they were attacking. “San Angelo fell to the Vultures when Aeric was an old man. My father fought to save the city, but there were too many of them. They weren’t nearly as wild as they are today, but there were still enough of them to destroy the city. Not for plunder or for food, simply for revenge.”

    Caleb’s eyes lit up at the word. “Was it Campbell?” he asked.

    The old man yawned and stretched his arms skyward to loosen his aching shoulders. He shouldn’t have sat as long as he had that night. Aeric’s story could have been told over the course of two nights, but he’d delighted to see the looks on the children’s faces as he described the events of the past that had been passed on to him by his own father and grandfather, Traxx himself.

    “The story of the Vulture’s revenge is best left for another night, young ones. It is late now and you must go to sleep or else you’ll be worthless at sword practice in the morning.”

    The grumbling of the children brought a smile to his weathered face. Now he was certain that he’d done a good job telling the story. The children rarely seemed enthusiastic for anything that didn’t involve learning new ways to kill and he was delighted that he’d been able to relieve their burdens for even the one night.

    Little Tanya placed her hand on his knee and asked, “Grandad, did Aeric marry Katie or was it Veronica?”

    “Ah, child, you are so observant. I didn’t ever tell you who he decided to be with, did I? Aeric married—” he stopped himself from giving away the answer. He’d enjoyed himself thoroughly this night and wanted the feelings to be repeated.

    “You know, my little Traxx warriors, the story of your great-great grandmother will have to wait for another night as well. But know this; Aeric Traxx loved her until his dying day.

    “Now, off to bed, young ones. Your fathers will beat me and throw me to the demonwolves if you sleep late tomorrow morning. Go!” he shooed them away with both hands, only giving up the fight when Tanya wrapped her arms around his neck.

    “I love you, Grandad,” she whispered in his ear.

    “And I love you, baby girl. Run along, I’m getting tired myself and will probably fall asleep in this chair before too long. Your grandmother would strangle me if I don’t come to bed, though, so I don’t want to get in trouble either,” he said with a wink.

    The small child patted his knee affectionately and then ran to her house. Once she was safely inside, the old man picked up his sword and walked stiffly to the house that he shared with his wife and their youngest son’s family.

    Behind him, the fire continued to crackle, sending large flakes of grey ash skyward to mingle with the remains of the old world suspended in the heavens above.