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    Captains ChairBlogAhoy, Mateys!

    As a writer I have control over so many aspects of my job it’s incredible. I make my schedule, decide what novels I will write next, create and destroy worlds daily, have the opportunity to attend the kids’ school events, run errands, write blog posts, tweet, FB post, and all that jazz.

    Yet, even with all of that control, there is one thing, no matter how successful I end up being, that I can’t control: time.

    Time will always be finite and unrelenting. Can’t stop the clock, right?

    So, as I look at my schedule over the next three months I realize that unless I can find an extra day in the week, I won’t have the time I need for things such as a weekly blog post. Yep, gonna have to take a step back from the Captain’s Chair. Well, not really, since I write in this chair for hours a day. I’m just gonna have to gear down and go full steam ahead on novels from now until August.

    And that is where you, fearless writer, come in!

    I’m looking for guest posts!

    You have an idea, experience, gripe, insight, and/or stupid human trick? Then let me know! I’m looking for good, strapping writerly types to fill some cyberspace each and every week from now until the end of summer. Or end of winter, for you folks down under.

    Just shoot me an email at jakebiblefiction@gmail.com and let me know your post idea and when you can have it to me by. I look forward to all of the awesomeness!

    Now the parameters: I want balanced posts. If you feel the need to skewer one type of publishing or writing or idea or whatever then move along, please. I SAID MOVE ALONG! Passion is good, but closed mindedness is not. Feel free to speak your mind. I’m all about minds that speak. Just don’t be a dick. Also, and this is important, the post needs to relate to the art/biz/insanity of writing. That’s kinda key. Other than that the sky is the limit!

    So email me, bitches! Send me your wise, wise words. I’m all ears! Or eyes. Whatever…

    Cheers!

     

    Jake Bible lives in Asheville, NC with his wife and two kids.

    Novelist, short story writer, independent screenwriter, podcaster, and inventor of the Drabble Novel, Jake is able to switch between or mash-up genres with ease to create new and exciting storyscapes that have captivated and built an audience of thousands.

    He is the author of the bestselling Z-Burbia series for Severed Press as well as the Apex Trilogy (DEAD MECH, The Americans, Metal and Ash), Bethany and the Zombie Jesus, Stark- An Illustrated Novella, and the forthcoming YA zombie novel Little Dead Man, and Teen horror novel Intentional Haunting (both by Permuted Press).

     

     

  • Hey there! Have you heard the good news? There’s a Drabble Party going on!

    And not just that, but there also be books and shit!

    There’s the Mega audiobook! The Mega 2: Baja Blood novel! And Z-Burbia is on sale for only a couple more hours at $.99! Click a pic below and get you some goodness!

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    Now on to the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    DripBANG!

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    Jake Bible

     

    Each drip of blood sounded like cannon shot as it hit the granite floor. DripBANG! DripBANG! DripBANG!

    But Lola wasn’t paying attention to the blood; there was so much of it that she’d forgotten it was even there. She let the sword clatter to the floor –clangclackspluch– and limped her way to the old stairs.

    So many steps. Lola could barely hold her head up, let alone find the strength to climb stairs.

    When they found her halfway up, it was said she looked like a sleeping babe, newly birthed and covered in mother’s blood.

    But it wasn’t mother’s blood…

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Watch that first step! It’s a doozy!

  • Captains ChairBlogAhoy, Mateys!

    This week’s post is a bit blue. That means there will be naughty words. You have been warned.

    Fuck.

    Fuckety fuck fuck.

    Fuck fuck fucker fuck.

    Yep. There be fucks in these here waters.

    If you read the reviews of my novels you will quickly notice a pattern. I’m not talking about the obvious adoration of my prose and wit. No, no, I’m talking about those folks that have taken offense to my use of cursing.

    While it is fucking true that I do fucking curse a whole fuckton, it should be said that every complaint against the cursing is flat out misplaced. I’m not saying people don’t have the right to be offended. I would never say that. I’m just saying that maybe, just maybe, if you don’t like the word fuck then perhaps reading post-apocalyptic horror may not be a good idea.

    Because here’s the thing, folks: people curse in this world a lot right now. What the holy fucking hell do you think is going to fucking happen when the dead walk the mother fucking Earth?

    I write post-apoclayptic horror as well as military scifi and military thriller/adventure novels. Horror and the military. There will be fucks. Lots and lots of fucks. The military alone is known for mouths that would burn a saint’s ears. Add in some hellish nightmare situations and what do you get? Yep. Lots and lots of fucks. That’s life. That’s reality. That’s how people talk.

    Yet, I still get complaints. And I don’t understand it.

    Just the other day I was with my family, just driving along down the road like we do. Pretty sure we said fuck at least a dozen times per mile. Not to mention cock, shit, pussy, cunt licker, whore bag, douche nozzle, tits, and asshole. I can guarantee that I am forgetting some choice words.

    And that was just my family. On a normal day. In the car. Is it any wonder my characters are so profane? Write what you know, and all that jazz.

    My novels are filled with dialogue. My characters talk. Rarely is there a scene where the characters aren’t bantering back and forth about something. And if there is banter, then there is cursing. That’s how it works. Despite my name, I don’t write Christian fiction. I am not looking to elevate the art of language. I’m looking to reflect how people speak in real life then turn it up to eleven as the danger, stress, terror, fear, violence, and mayhem gets turned up to eleven as well.

    For the record, I don’t do it lightly. Every fuck is carefully placed. I wrote Dead Mech as a drabble novel. That means every single section had to be exactly 100 words. When I used the word fuck I made damn well sure it fit the scene. The dialogue had to have that perfect cadence or the words would be wasted. And when you only have 100 words per section you sure as shit don’t have room for waste.

    Of course, my YA, Teen, and Middle Grade novels don’t have the f-bomb in them. I kind of wish they did, but that’s the market. I will say that I invented a euphemism for my Middle Grade horror: fruit. It’s the catchall curse word. Noun, verb, adjective, adverb. It does it all. There is a story reason the characters all use that word, but you’ll have to fruiting wait to read the books to find out why.

    I’m not the only author out there known for a potty mouth, but I am one of the few that embraces my language and has zero intention of taking any of the criticism to heart. I will not change how my characters talk. If the character in real life would say fuck every third word then the fucking character in the fucking book sure as fuck is going to fucking say fuck every third fucking word. To do it differently would be dishonest.

    And I may be a foul mouthed wordsmith, but I’m an honest one.

    Not going to beat a fucking dead horse over this, just wanted all you fucking wonderful people out there to know that excessive cursing is not the problem, it’s the use of the word “excessive” that’s the problem.

    Because, and say it with me, you can never have enough fucks!

    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Views From The Captain’s Chair are just that: views. These are not laws. These are not set in stone. I could be totally wrong. I could be off my rocker (shut up). I could be full of S-H-I-T. I could change my mind next week. All of that is possible. Who knows? But if even just a little of this helps you then I’m happy with that. If it just makes you stop and think then I’ve done my job. Which I really need to get back to. Blogging don’t pay for the bourbon! Oh, and the whole Captain’s Chair thing? Yeah, I write in a captain’s chair. It’s true, Mateys! Got a question? Need some one on one? Shoot me an email, a DM, a PM (no BMs) or comment below.

    Jake Bible lives in Asheville, NC with his wife and two kids.

    Novelist, short story writer, independent screenwriter, podcaster, and inventor of the Drabble Novel, Jake is able to switch between or mash-up genres with ease to create new and exciting storyscapes that have captivated and built an audience of thousands.

    He is the author of the bestselling Z-Burbia series for Severed Press as well as the Apex Trilogy (DEAD MECH, The Americans, Metal and Ash), Bethany and the Zombie Jesus, Stark- An Illustrated Novella, and the forthcoming YA zombie novel Little Dead Man, and Teen horror novel Intentional Haunting (both by Permuted Press).

  • Hey, there! You came back! I knew you wanted to Party with some free Drabble fiction!

    Normally I’m pimping a book or two before I let loose the drabbley goodness. But not tonight!

    Nope, tonight I’m pimping an AUDIOBOOK!

    There’s a difference. Shut up.

    I give you the MEGA audiobook!

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    Mega: A Deep Sea Thriller!

    There is something in the deep. Something large. Something hungry. Something prehistoric.

    And Team Grendel must find it, fight it, and kill it.

    Kinsey Thorne, the first female US Navy SEAL candidate has hit rock bottom. Having washed out of the Navy, she turned to every drink and drug she could get her hands on. Until her father and cousins, all ex-Navy SEALS themselves, offer her a way back into the life: as part of a private, elite combat Team being put together to find and hunt down an impossible monster in the Indian Ocean. Kinsey has a second chance, but can she live through it?

    And there you have it! Can ya dig it? I knew that ya could. Click that cover!

    On with the drabble!

    Enjoy!

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    Me And Boxes

    By

    Jake Bible

    “What’s in the box?”

    “Don’t start, Willie.”

    “Just want to know what’s in the box, Al. That’s all. Not tryin’ to take it from ya or nuthin’.”

    “I know that, Willie. But I’d rather not tell you what’s in the box. It’s none of your concern. Step away and we’ll be good.”

    “Cain’t do that, Al. You got a box and I want to know what’s in it. You know me and boxes.”

    Before Al can respond, Willie slams his fist in the man’s face and takes the box. He opens it and instantly begins to cry.

    “Warned you, Willie.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: You never know, do you?

  • There’s a Party goin’ on right here! Time for some free, free, free micro-fiction!

    And I know that’s how you like your micro-fiction, you cheeky bastards. You like it free.

    Know what else is free? No, I’m asking you. I like free stuff too.

    But until we find all of that free stuff, you should totally check out some of my latest novels for sale!

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    Look at these beauties! Look upon them and bask in their glory! Or just click the pic and go get ya some awesome fiction!

    Oh, and if you are a writer, or like reading about publishing, then check out my latest Views From The Captain’s Chair blog post. I explain why the $.99 price point for novels is not doing anyone any good. Oh, and I just found out that AntiBio is on sale this weekend for $.99! It’d be ironic, except that I explain the promotional good of $.99 in the post.

    Now, on with the free, free, free micro-fiction!

    Enjoy!

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    Only The Good

    By

    Jake Bible

    “When you sell your soul, son, there’s always a catch,” the old man said, lifting the glass of whiskey. He had to use both hands to keep from spilling the too infrequent liquid friend. “No way around the catch.”

    “There’s got to be a way to trick him,” the young man replied, pouring another double for the old man. “There’s got to be.”

    The old man looked deep into his glass then up at the young man, yellow eyes boring into the youth.

    “You don’t trick the trickster,” the old man sighed. “Trust me. I was supposed to die young.”

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    Cheers!

    Disclaimer: Never shakes hands with some horned thing that wears a snazzy suit and say you are jesting.