Friday, March 14, 2014

MOJO HAND BLUES available to buy now on Amazon.com!

It is with great pleasure that I am able to inform you faithful readers about the release of Mojo Hand Blues, the second book in the Night Blues series of dark fantasy and horror.

It is available to purchase on Kindle for $2.99, and printed copies will soon be available, too!

Click here to get it.




Friday, May 10, 2013

Graveyard Blues has been featured on People Magazine's website!

I've got news so exciting, that I'm practically bouncing off the walls in happiness, you guys.

Graveyard Blues has just been featured on People magazine's site under their weekly editorial picks for guilty pleasure book reviews. I'm a little fish in a big pond, and exposure like this really makes a huge difference. I am elated, and grateful to even be mentioned!

Please check it out here: http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20698935,00.html

Here is a screencap:

- Reina

Monday, April 22, 2013

Mojo Hand Blues, prologue and chapter one now up on Facebook!

I thought I'd drop a little line here to let you guys know how much I appreciate your continued support, and encouraging, kind messages about my work!

You make me feel like this...
...and a little bit like this, too, which I hope you're okay with.

I appreciate it so much, in fact, that I have posted the prologue and first chapter of Mojo Hand Blues on my facebook page for you, as my way of saying thanks.

You can find it here: https://www.facebook.com/notes/graveyard-blues/mojo-hand-blues-sneak-peek-of-prologue-and-chapter-one/360361467401115

- Reina

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Mojo Hand Blues is written, now only the terrors of re-writes and edits await!

Great news, everyone! I have finished the first draft of "Mojo Hand Blues," the sequel to "Graveyard Blues." Tentative editing is underway, and I'm hoping to have it available to buy on Amazon in the summer, barring any major complications. Hurray!




I also wrote a short story called "Birthday Party," which you can find on my facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/notes/graveyard-blues/birthday-party-a-short-story/358508027586459


The very talented and kick-ass graphic designer and all-around great human being, Troy Dilport, created this awesome promotional art for "Mojo Hand Blues." I love it!



- Reina

Monday, March 4, 2013

New Teaser Poster for Mojo Hand Blues!


Enjoy the new teaser poster for the upcoming Mojo Hand Blues, the second in the "Night Blues" series, and sequel to Graveyard Blues.



- Reina

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Like this, but with crying.
Sorry it's been so long, fiends. I've been hard at work on Mojo Hand Blues, fighting depression with the feeble weapons in my arsenal (chiefly comfort snacks, regrettable porn titles, and reality television), and living the dream, which takes a lot of work for a life skill which requires an almost pathological aversion to strangers, and a total lack of pants!

I read a really great article recently that talked about making yourself a goal to write at least 350 words of your novel, five days a week, and it's actually been working very well for me. (Note: you can read the article here: http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2013/02/20/how-to-push-past-the-bullshit-and-write-that-goddamn-novel-a-very-simple-no-fuckery-writing-plan-to-get-shit-done/ )

 One of my problems is that when I write a huge word count once a week like before, I'd spend the other 6 days feeling guilty for not writing. This guilt spiral was like playing "Hungry Hungry Hippos" with my depression, only all the marbles were sweet, sweet shame. By giving myself manageable daily goals and weekends off, I am feeling better, and writing just as much (in fact, assuming I write tomorrow, too, it will exceed how much I was previously writing). Awesome, right?

Speaking of "awesome," your lovable keyboard monkey (that would be me) was briefly on English television out here on BBC1, thanks to a feature piece on the incredibly cool Pie & Vinyl shop in Portsmouth that we happened to visit when a camera crew was there. Not so stellar was my intellectual contribution to the piece, wherein I was asked to describe the place in one word, but then the guy kept staring at me, the boom mike was below my face, and my husband and child were avoiding being on-camera like a giant herpes sore had just played eeny-meeny-miney-moe with us, and I was the Chosen One. It is with no little sense of chagrin that I inform you that I said, "Awesome" on camera, like the goofy tool that I am. Let me find the link so that I can humiliate myself further for your amusement. About 1:06 in, there I am. Sigh. What an ass.




On a happy note, Trent Reznor recently announced that Nine Inch Nails is coming back, and not only will they be touring soon, he has Adrian Belew from King Crimson in the band this time.

I'm doing this every time I think about it!
If you were a betting man, and you bet your sweet little tits that I nearly peed myself in excitement when I heard this, your winnings would be at least tenfold tits. You would be balls-deep in nipples, fun-bags, and victory!

I have loved Nine Inch Nails for a long time. My sister first got me into it back when Pretty Hate Machine came out, and she collected most of the halo singles and b-sides. Not only does this illustrate to you how rad my sister is (hint: better than yours), but she also took me to my very first concert, which was Nine Inch Nails and David Bowie. No, you can't have her.

I listen to a lot of Nine Inch Nails when I write, chiefly the Still album (which features a compilation of previously released songs, re-imagined as stripped down, acoustic and raw as possible), and The Fragile, which isn't just a great conceptual album, it's got a great post-apocalyptic, leviathan-monster-of-death vibe to it. These two albums are my go-to for when I need something darker than Philip Glass to gel with my mood and the scene. If you're a writer, I recommend them.

- Reina

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Creature of the Week: Preta, the hungry ghost (Thai, Hindu, Buddhist, etc.)

Are the holidays over yet? They are, right? Oh, thank the withered love onions of Don Knotts. Don't get me wrong, I love them: family, togetherness, and gluttony are three things I take an alarming enthusiasm towards, and my loved ones endure it with grace. Even as I festoon our nest with pine cones, garlands, and shiny shit and gleefully send out Christmas cards before everyone else I know  (ie people saner than myself), they smile through it. After a certain point, though, I realized that I've been training a puppy, trying to finish my second novel, and that my teenaged son had been home on holiday for weeks. I got so much done!

Dramatic re-enactment
 Only if you measure the actual meeting of goals and success with "took a shower sometimes," and "played too much Sims 3," that is. Why does being an adult around the holidays taste like candy and low-level anxiety?

Well, I'm back now, reader, with another creature of the week post.

In Buddhist, Hindu, Sikh, and Jain texts, the Preta is a spirit or supernatural being that, as a result of a greedy, corrupt former life, has been reincarnated as the Preta, or "hungry ghost."

The Preta is consumed with an insatiable hunger or thirst, often for humiliating or awful things, like garbage, feces, or dead human flesh. In Sanskrit, the Preta are malevolent ghosts, whereas in Buddhist belief, they are creatures to be pitied.

The Preta are invisible to the average human eye, but people in unusual mental states -- such as those suffering from mental illness, hallucinations or fever -- are able to see them. They are humanoid in appearance, with gaunt features and dessicated, mummified-looking skin. Their limbs are slim and elongated, almost atrophied from lack of nourishment or use. Their bellies are distended, and their necks are disturbingly long and thin, making it difficult, if not impossible, for them to eat or drink anything. They also have a very small mouth.

Pretas are free to move about in our world, or in the Buddhist belief, the Preta realm. In Japanese art, Pretas are depicted lapping up pools of water, and accompanied by a personal demon representative of their personal agony. Each Preta suffers in a unique way: one may be surrounded in food which decays and turns to dust under its touch, another still may have their food burst into flame when they swallow it, causing incredible pain. This is especially bad, I guess, if you're the kind of Preta that has an insatiable appetite for shit, and you go to eat it, and your turd burger lights your esophagus on fire, and you smell like burnt hot dogs, poop, and shame.


Usually the Preta is a mere nuisance, unless it is the kind of Preta that, for instance, wants to snap into a Slim Jim -- and by Slim Jim, I mean faces. Then, that's really bad.

I've looked for ways to destroy them if one comes after you, but there's no mention of any Preta-vanquishing anywhere. I guess that means that you are either fucked, or they're in such a weakened physical state that you can just shout, "IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!" and unleash all your best ass-kicking moves on it while it cries on you.


- Reina