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Review Me Like I’m Hot

I’ll let you in on a secret, your reviews matter. Right now, we decide what we’re going to buy on our need and social proof. If you want to read superhero sci-fi, I’m your go to guy. But I can always use more social proof. I mean, who wouldn’t want fans to inform the world know about awesome books they’ve discovered. They don’t need to be lengthy. Some of the best reviews are short, to the point and rant and rave in a few sentences. So if you want to help, take a minute or two and leave a review for the above books. You’ll be doing me a solid!

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Northern Frights: Maine’s Newest Horror Anthology

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Last year I stayed busy. When I wasn’t writing science fiction I was dipping into the horror genre and experimenting with how well I could scare myself through writing. I had stories accepted for the New England Horror Writers Anthology, Wicked Witches, Chris Philbrook accepted a story into Only The Light We Make, and lastly I had a story accepted by the Horror Writers of Maine. Northern Frights features horror within the boundaries of the state of Maine.

My story, Purgatory Junction features a young girl who finds herself trapped in a frightening situation in an abandoned train station. Having seen the building my entire young adult life, I never actually set foot inside the very heart of my hometown. The railroad yard and train station were primary elements featured in I.Am.Maine. Trying to keep it as close to the real building, I had help from my mother and local towns people. I also discovered my grandmother served as a warrant officer for the railroad. All of this played into the story and helped develop a tribute to the town that raised me, with a twist of horror of course.

Enjoy.

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Accepting Applications for the Street Team

Have you been following the Children of Nostradamus or Suburban Zombie High? Are you a  fan of my writing and want access to behind the scenes content, exclusive stories and newly made swag? Then this is your chance. I’ve finally decided to start my street team, a group of fans willing to help promote, review, and spread the word about current and future writing projects. I’ll be providing advance reader copies for upcoming releases and reaching out to ask for feedback and input in upcoming writing projects. I like to think of it as the group of fans who get put on the Christmas list!

To follow this link to the Facebook group:   https://www.facebook.com/groups/streetteamheroes/

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PAXEAST 2017: More Pixels Than I Can Count

I’m not really a video game geek. I bought a Playstation 3 so I could play Infamous, which of course is even making my video game geekery comic related. I fell in love with the cell shading of Borderlands and played that over and over despite it scaring the crap out of me when I played at night. I ultimately bought a Playstation 4 so I could play Destiny with some friends. I’ll probably play the same handful of games until I die. But when a friend invited me to my second PAX, I thought, why the hell not?

Maybe it’s because it’s my second time, or perhaps the displays weren’t as snazzy, but I walked away a bit lackluster this year. Don’t get me wrong, it was great, and I even stopped to play a few video games, but I found myself mostly confused by the games. I’ll admit, I want flashy graphics coupled with compelling stories. Retro gaming just leaves me bored. If I wanted games with 8bit graphics, I’d go back to my old Nintendo and break out Secret of Mana and Mega Man. Even Bethesda’s display didn’t leave me feeling warm and fuzzy. I will admit, they do put on a good show with their booths though. I may even buy Prey, which means I’ll just be scared all the time thinking weird goopy bug things are going to kill me.

I bumped into plenty of comic geeks and got to see a lot of great costumes. My favorite part is watching the people interact. It’s a friendly lot and similar to comic conventions in that regard. I was also delighted that there were fewer people. Perhaps the cold scared them away, it was frigid outside and sweltering inside. I’m still recovering. However, I did walk out of there rejuvenated and ready to do some work, so I’m back at writing and plotting out stories. Never enough down time!

 

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Logan – No Post Credit Scene (No Spoilers)

When the superhero genre is filled with over the top special effects and relies on the powers of its cast, Logan is a quiet movie focusing instead on the story of a man out-of-place and past his prime. When you’re a soldier without a war, and what you do best is kill, what does the world have left for you?

I’m not a fan of Wolverine in the comics. Much like Superman, his powers have been seen in a capacity that makes him Godlike and we lose the potential to fear for the character. Torn in half, decimated by a nuke, even the lost of his razor claws have done little more than slow him. Logan however quickly grounds us, bringing us into a world not far off in the future and with a character who is past his prime and barely surviving.

The story is loosely adapted from Old Man Logan, and fans of the series knew it would be altered due to property licensing. What we were given is story about a washed up mutant, trying to protect the one man who has always supported him. When a woman appears in his life claiming he has a daughter, Xavier, ever the headmaster, wants to see the child to safety. Logan on the other hand, he is an old man stuck in his ways, seeing the possibility for loss, tries to stick to his loner ways.

Tucked away in an abandoned mining silo, Patrick Stewart’s Xavier spends time caught between a man losing his mind and the sagely professor. Patrick Stewart and Hugh Jackman have a bond throughout this film that reminds us their lives have been interconnected for the last seventeen years. In heartfelt speeches and moments of tenderness between them, we see Logan’s regard and respect for the only man who has ever been a father to him. The movie goes to the extent of having them join another family for dinner to drive home the point. Sitting around a dinner table telling stories of their adventures in thinly veiled disguises, we see people, not heroes.

Similar to barn scene in Avengers 2, where we meet Hawkeye’s family, the characters are given a moment to be human. The scene is interrupted, as is the life of a superhero, but for a good long time, we are left with thought-provoking questions, something the genre is not known for giving us. What lengths would I go to protect my family? Could I be a father? Would I find commonalities with those different than me? What if my child was “different?” How does the most powerful mind feel about the fragility of his body? Will the world remember me when I’m gone?

While the movie features Hugh Jackman’s title character, a role he has grown and expanded to new layers of complexity, it is Patrick Stewart who steals every scene. Having killed hundreds of people with his telepathy as a seizure erupted and he lost control, we’re given a man whose strongest attribute is slowly failing him. Having already lost the use of his legs, we’ve always found comfort in him being able to step outside his body and move freely with his telepathy. Wrapped in self-doubt, grief, and blame for the atrocities he has caused, we see a man with no legacy, a man who tried to change the world and failed. His own mind has turned against him, and we understand his frailty. And while this sounds gut wrenching, we find ourselves often laughing at his old crotchety nature and the sharp jabs he gives to Logan. The playful Patrick Stewart we’ve grown to love, the one wearing matching outfits with Sir Ian McKellen also has a strong presence. I find myself frequently wondering where the role ended and where the actor began?

I should also include Dafne Keen for her role as Laura. X-23 is a complicated character because she simply does not understand who or what she is. Manufactured for war, she is the biological daughter of Wolverine, but has never known a father. While Logan’s mythos is wrapped in mystery from the fateful day within WeaponX, Laura has been bred for war. Watching her fight is amazing, probably the best choreographing I’ve seen in years, but it’s the moments in which she lets down her guard and becomes a child that we connect with her.  She matches Logan in intensity, rage, fighting, and even comical moments, the pair together were magnificent in being reflections of one another, a true father/daughter dynamic.

I can continue to gush, and remind people that in the 70 years of comics we’ve read, we’ve grown to love the people more than the powers. We see momentary glimpses to the young cigar smoking Canuck, but more than that, we see the story of a man who is ready to say goodbye.

Since 2000, I have had the opportunity to watch my passion play out in front of me. For good or for bad, I have been along for the ride. Seventeen years I’ve watched Hugh Jackman play my angry uncle and Patrick Stewart play my second father. While I am sad to see them leave, they are giving the characters the farewells they deserve.

Now, we wait for the Next Generation.

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As the title says, there is no post credit scene. I spent a good chunk of the movie trying to figure out where the next movie (even if not starring Hugh Jackman) would come into play? Would X-23 assume the mantle and have a movie of her own? Do we see the potential of the New Mutants? When the screen remained blank, I felt cheated. It took me time to process this, but overall, I’m content that there is no continuance. Fox set out to say farewell to the characters and the moment I realized they were gone, I came to grips with what type of story this was. No “to be continued,” simply a story of a man’s last actions.

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