tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14685196692536830872024-03-07T01:20:01.506-08:00David Hudnut Story WorksKilling Self-Criticism one WORD at a timeDavid Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-19154604270792517832013-05-28T10:03:00.002-07:002013-06-09T09:59:57.509-07:00Crypticon 2013<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The David Hudnut booth at Crypticon 2013</td></tr>
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<a href="http://crypticonseattle.com/" target="_blank">Crypticon Seattle 2013</a> has come and gone. I had a booth at the show in the vendor's room, and had a great time meeting people who had come out to get their horror on.<br />
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There was all manner of craziness throughout the weekend. Tons of great costumes, art, music, movies, a haunted house on site, hearses in the parking lot, the works. I was ensconced at my booth the entire time, so I didn't have a chance to sample the show as much as I'd like.<br />
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I did get to hop over and snap a few pics of Cassandra Peterson, a.k.a. <a href="http://elvira.hostedbywebstore.com/" target="_blank">Elvira, Mistress of the Dark</a>. The fans were happy to see her and say hello.<br />
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Since I was sitting at my booth all weekend, I had plenty of time to make some art. I did some character design sketches that I felt were appropriate for the horror audience: a Zombie Hooker, an Evil Scarecrow, and an Evil Clown. You can see all three finished illustrations at the bottom of this article. Once again, I used mechanical pencil, <a href="http://www.copicmarker.com/products/pens/multiliner-sp" target="_blank">Copic Multiliner SP</a> for the black lines, and <a href="https://tombowusa.com/craft/detail/56581" target="_blank">Tombow Dual Brush pens</a> for color. </div>
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There were tons of amazing cosplayers with great costumes walking the show. I wish I'd taken more photos, but I did manage to get the amazing dog demon guy who showed up Sunday. </div>
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On the drive home, I was fortunate enough to see the most amazing rainbow I've ever seen in my life, and snap pictures of it. It was large, vibrant, and did a great job of posing for the camera. You can imagine the pot of gold that was waiting for me when I got to the end of it. As you can see in the photo, it was just over the hill. Sure, I had to split the gold with the other people driving through it, but there was so much gold under that rainbow, it was more than enough to go around. Needless to say, I'll be retiring early because of my newfound rainbow gold.</div>
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Thanks again to everyone who came out to Crypticon Seattle 2013 and made it a great show!</div>
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David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-60183769969324745742013-05-24T08:00:00.000-07:002013-05-24T08:03:43.794-07:00Crypticon Seattle THIS WEEKEND!!!<br />
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I will be at <a href="http://crypticonseattle.com/" target="_blank">Crypticon</a> Seattle all this weekend selling my book <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4" target="_blank">Night Walk</a></i> as well as other goodies. Come out and say hello!</div>
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David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-40829642197940005732013-05-22T12:35:00.001-07:002013-05-22T12:37:19.133-07:00Zombie Kong reviewed: James Roy Daley does it again<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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I have to admit, I was a little worried when I started reading the novella <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Kong-ebook/dp/B006ZSQ7NU" target="_blank">Zombie Kong</a></i> by James Roy Daley. I knew it would be well written, because it was James Roy Daley, but I was worried the premise would play itself out too quickly. I'm sure you're thinking what I was: a zombie version of King Kong smashing cars, tanks, buildings, then climbing a skyscraper with a damsel, etc. Big Deal.<br />
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The story opens with a page-long scientific rumination on how large a giant gorilla's intestines would be. Then the next chapter is a guy being swallowed by Zombie Kong. The thing is, because it's a zombified gorilla, the stomach acid doesn't kill him. The guy SURVIVES. Now he has to get out of Zombie Kong.<br />
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To make it even better, so it's not just some guy trapped in the belly of the beast, he calls his wife on his cell phone. The wife and their son now get involved. This gives the story some much needed variety to what would have been a one-note escape yarn.<br />
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Can I say that I absolutely LOVED how Daley handled the tale? Why yes I can. I'm really impressed with James Roy Daley's consistently inventive horror stories. If you like horror that is well written, start with <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Kong-ebook/dp/B006ZSQ7NU" target="_blank">Zombie Kong</a></i>. Then move onto Daley's other works: <i><a href="http://davidhudnut.blogspot.com/2012/10/james-roy-daleys-dead-parade-reviewed.html" target="_blank">The Dead Parade</a> </i>and <i><a href="http://davidhudnut.blogspot.com/2013/05/terror-town-by-james-roy-daley-reviewed.html" target="_blank">Terror Town</a></i>, both of which I've also enjoyed and reviewed. If you like mayhem and murder, go with <i>The Dead Parade.</i> If you like monsters, go with <i>Terror Town.</i><br />
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But whatever you do, buy <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Kong-ebook/dp/B006ZSQ7NU" target="_blank">Zombie Kong</a></i> NOW! You will love it.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-41013829746481293472013-05-17T14:45:00.000-07:002013-05-17T15:04:50.447-07:00Surprise, Surprise: Pit Bulls kill things<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Did anybody see the news story last night about the two pit bulls that traipsed into Sandra Anderson's house in Longview Washington, through her patio door, and killed her cat napping on the window sill? The article is <a href="http://www.koin.com/2013/05/16/14871-autosave/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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It drives me nuts when I read news stories like this. They are common. Where I live, I periodically see pit bulls roaming the streets without an owner anywhere in the vicinity. Why? Because the fences in people's yards are low enough for any medium-sized dog to climb over. It's no surprise that the dogs get free.<br />
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I've even had two pit bulls run into my backyard chasing a cat. I had to chase the pit bulls off by yelling at them because I didn't have anything handy like a bat. I would've preferred a spear. There I was, in my sweats at 7:30 in the morning, shouting at the top of my lungs in my front yard:<br />
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When the neighbors came outside, the dogs had already run off. I must have looked like a lunatic to them.<br />
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Because this infuriates me to no end, I wrote a story about this exact topic. It was a way for me to work out my irritation in a constructive fashion. If free-roaming pit bulls chap your hide, and you like horror stories, you will enjoy my story <i>Hands Off.</i><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You can buy Hands Off on Amazon.com <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hands-Off-ebook/dp/B0077SF7EC" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></b>David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-19617883856145057222013-05-17T12:44:00.004-07:002013-05-17T13:01:05.605-07:00TERROR TOWN by James Roy Daley REVIEWED<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Terror-Town-ebook/dp/B004H1T9H8" target="_blank">Terror Town</a></i> is the second novel by horror novelist James Roy Daley that I've read. My review for his novel <i>The Dead Parade</i> is <a href="http://davidhudnut.blogspot.com/2012/10/james-roy-daleys-dead-parade-reviewed.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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James Roy Daley knows how to write horror. He's really good at what he does. <i>Terror Town</i> delivered the goods in a blood-soaked wrapper. Daley went to film school, and he's a huge lover of Stephen King. (I don't mean to imply that Daley and King are having some sort of illicit affair, but rather Daley knows the works of King well, and incorporates many of King's tactics in his own stories). You can see the influence of both great horror movie film-making and the writings of Stephen King in Daley's <i>Terror Town.</i><br />
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After an initial setup that establishes the small town of Cloven Rock, and many of it's denizens, the book accelerates at a cinematic pacing. We meet Nicholas Nehalem, who is one of the most diabolical characters I've ever met between the covers of a book. I won't give any spoilers. But I will warn Hannibal Lecter that he's a pansy boy.<br />
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Then we meet Daniel McGee. Dan finds a tunnel in the floor of his basement that leads deep down into darkness. This scene alone was like reading an exquisitely crafted tale by Edgar Allen Poe. It had me shivering in fear, and nothing bad even happened. It was the expectation of terror that got me.<br />
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But have no fear. Daley delivers terror with both fists and a shotgun blast. This book explodes into action. It's equal parts monster-movie madness and serial killer death flick. But more than that, there's an amazing twist that happens about half way through the book. Syd Field's classic Reversal, anyone? I will only say that I was NOT expecting it, and that not only was it freakin' awesome and super original, it gives me hope that the tired old roads trod by many writers still hold buried treasures further down the trail. Or should I say, off the trail, where the bodies are buried. Because that's where James Roy Daley takes you in <i>Terror Town.</i><br />
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If you like hard-hitting, intense horror, the scary kind that makes you triple-check you locked and dead-bolted the front door before going to bed, buy <i>Terror Town. </i>It will scare the crap and vomit out of you.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Buy <i>Terror Town</i> by James Roy Daley on Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Terror-Town-ebook/dp/B004H1T9H8" target="_blank">here</a>.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-9688406117732344732013-05-17T12:22:00.000-07:002013-05-17T12:22:46.466-07:00Free eBooks Daily is hosting my novel Night Walk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjg1IpsLFXM8KaoDrXMEp3BfU13f9zBhc1aA6NGbwMRgYKbc4IXDHLABeBmekcjsfXdmzU5vMNyfpHKfEmhkbCDhS1sU6ObKrV6Sf986vi0Ywbte2gETpYglecdo8Vn8RbiHO1kVy4vE4/s1600/Night+Walk+by+David+Hudnut+6x9+KINDLE+B-Xsm01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjg1IpsLFXM8KaoDrXMEp3BfU13f9zBhc1aA6NGbwMRgYKbc4IXDHLABeBmekcjsfXdmzU5vMNyfpHKfEmhkbCDhS1sU6ObKrV6Sf986vi0Ywbte2gETpYglecdo8Vn8RbiHO1kVy4vE4/s200/Night+Walk+by+David+Hudnut+6x9+KINDLE+B-Xsm01.jpg" width="135" /></a>I was contacted yesterday out of the blue by <a href="http://www.freeebooksdaily.com/" target="_blank">Free eBooks Daily</a>.<br />
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They were kind enough to feature my novel <i>Night Walk</i> which is currently available for FREE on Amazon Kindle. You can find the article <a href="http://www.freeebooksdaily.com/2013/05/night-walk-by-david-hudnut.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br />
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There's also some author questions I answered and a fun character interview that I filled out for my character Amelia Wistfell, who is one of the main characters in <i>Night Walk.</i><br />
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You can download <i>Night Walk </i>for free from now until Sunday at midnight <a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4" target="_blank">HERE</a>David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-54106051585973638522013-05-13T08:19:00.001-07:002013-05-13T08:20:43.588-07:00The Dead Parade gets a facelift, without anesthesia<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New cover for <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Dead-Parade-ebook/dp/B00505CR1U/ref=tmm_kin_title_0">The Dead Parade</a></i></td></tr>
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James Roy Daley is a fellow horror author deeply involved in the self-publishing boom. He runs a horror blog called <a href="http://www.booksofthedeadpress.com/">Books of the Dead Press</a>. If you love horror books it's a great blog and you should check it out.<br />
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You may recall that I posted a review of his horror thriller <i>The Dead Parade</i> last year. You can find my review <a href="http://davidhudnut.blogspot.com/2012/10/james-roy-daleys-dead-parade-reviewed.html">here</a>. <i>The Dead Parade </i>is a great read. Non-stop thriller action and horror. James recently did a re-cover for <i>The Dead Parade, </i>which I really like. It screams Thriller. As in the genre, not the Michael Jackson song. Wink.<br />
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As my blog readers may know, I followed suit, and did a re-cover of my novel <i>Night Walk</i>, which James was kind enough to feature on the Books of the Dead Press blog <a href="http://www.booksofthedeadpress.com/2012/09/david-hudnut-night-walk.html">here</a>.<br />
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But this post is about James Roy Daley's awesome novel <i>The Dead Parade. </i>If you're a fan of the classic George A. Romero style set-up of throwing characters into a disastrous situation while madness unfolds around them in the form of bone-breaking action, you will love his book. I did. If you are a fan of horror, <i>The Dead Parade </i>will treat you right.<br />
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You can buy it on Amazon Kindle right now for only 99 cents <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Dead-Parade-ebook/dp/B00505CR1U/ref=tmm_kin_title_0">here</a>.David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-47560963864661578012013-05-11T06:58:00.000-07:002013-05-11T07:09:02.001-07:00COVER REVEAL - Night Walk by David Hudnut <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4" target="_blank">Night Walk</a></i> by David Hudnut</td></tr>
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How do you like the new cover for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">Night Walk</a>?<br />
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Hopefully this will help sell more books. As any of you self-published authors out there know, the cover is king when it comes to selling a book. I read somewhere the notion that "your cover is your genre." While I liked the previous cover for <i>Night Walk</i>, it didn't fit with a modern, slickly published horror novel.<br />
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So I took the original photo I'd shot for the cover and slapped a new logo treatment on it. This cover certainly gets to the heart of the basic plot better than the old one did: family of three, walking alone at night, bad shit happens.<br />
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What do you think? Do you like this cover better, or do your prefer the old one?<br />
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If you don't care and just wanna get down to the business of reading, be my guest:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">In every city big or small, rich or poor, the killers walk alongside the innocent. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">But when Devils walk alongside Angels, random acts of violence are bound to happen at any moment…</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">It was Friday night in West Hollywood. The misty sky overhead glowed faintly orange, illuminated by the tapestry of city lights beneath. Crowds meandered in and out of numerous restaurants and bars along La Cienega Boulevard, enjoying the balmy summer weather.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">One restaurant, the award-winning <i>Il Susso,</i> was packed with people sitting elbow-to-elbow while dining on delicious edgy cuisine. The restaurant’s bar overflowed with conversation, laughter, and Friday-night energy.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler Hastings, 22 years old, waited tables at <i>Il Susso</i>. When his shift ended, he cashed out with his boss Giorgio, said goodnight to the cooks and kitchen staff, and walked outside into the fresh night air, smiling. Another successful night at work. Tyler spotted Veronique, the late night hostess, who stood by her podium at the main entrance. Tyler had a thing for Veronique. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">At work, Veronique was Red Carpet ready at all times. On any given night she would fit right in with gorgeous Hollywood A-list actresses who got decked out in exclusive designer wear for the Academy Awards. Tonight Veronique wore blood red lipstick, her hair up in sultry curls, and a form-fitting black dress that caressed her curves elegantly. Peep-toe Jimmy Choo knock-offs completed her ensemble.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Hey Veronique.” Tyler casually loitered by the hostess podium, pretending to text someone on his phone.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Hey Tyler! You all done for tonight?” Veronique jotted a note on her seating chart.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Yup, all cashed out and ready to party,” Tyler quipped.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Did you get a call back on that Warner Bros. audition?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Any day now,” Tyler sighed. “I know it’s a toss up between me, Brad Pitt and Chris Hemsworth.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Was Chris Hemsworth the guy who played Thor?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Oh, he’s <i>super </i>hot,” Veronique said wistfully.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Like I said, they can’t make up their minds between me or him.” Tyler grinned. He wished he was in the same league as Pitt or Hemsworth, but he’d already realized that he was more of the supporting actor type. <i>If Anthony Edwards could go from playing Gilbert Lowell in Revenge of the Nerds to Goose in Top Gun, </i>Tyler thought, <i>maybe I can find my own niche too. </i>Unfortunately for Tyler, his only credits thus far were Customer #2 in an ad for In-N-Out Burger and Grocery Store Bagger in a Ralph’s commercial. “Got any plans this weekend?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Yeah,” Veronique said. “Thousands of dates with rich and powerful men, all of them legitimate producers, directors and studio execs. I plan on being famous by Monday.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Me too, I’ve got tons of dates lined up,” Tyler said.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Yeah, probably with the same guys I’m dating! Being bi is <i>so</i> Hollywood.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“Well, don’t steal any of my dates,” she said sarcastically and smiled dryly. “If you do, I won’t seat your tables.” Despite Veronique’s stunning appearance, she was yet another beautiful nobody looking for a break. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">“As if,” Tyler replied. One of the other waiters at <i>Il Susso</i> had told Tyler that Veronique’s real name was Julie, but if you called her that she would kill you. Tyler was entranced by the idea that beneath the dazzling, high-gloss exterior of ‘Veronique’ hid an everyday ‘Julie.’ </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">What Tyler didn’t know was that ‘Julie’ was three continents away from being single. She was secretly dating several different men. One was older, and had plenty of money. The second was young, and had a killer body. The third was crazy and dangerous and rode a Harley. All three believed they were the only man in Veronique’s life. A girl had needs, after all, and in her experience, one man couldn’t fulfill them all. She kept her dating life lock-down private at work because she hoped to be discovered by any of the many agents, producers and directors who came into the restaurant regularly. Powerful men always made time for attractive single women, even if they weren’t single themselves. Hollywood was all about the appearance of things, not the truth. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">But the truth was, ‘Julie’ didn’t like the life she was living as ‘Veronique.’ Julie didn’t want to date three different guys or obsess over how to manipulate men into making her famous. All Julie wanted was to enjoy life like a normal person. Veronique—Julie—needed an honest, sincere man like Tyler, but she didn’t know it yet.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">A low, predatory rumble caught Tyler’s attention. A glistening black Maserati GranTurismo Sport poured into the valet space in front of <i>Il Susso</i>. Two valets sprung into action, opening both doors simultaneously. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">A coifed Mediterranean guy with sculpted shoulders stretched languorously out of the Maserati, as if he knew that the paparazzi cameras were trained on him and rolling. From the other side of the car slid a sizzling young woman wearing an explosion of high fashion clothing and accessories. Dark glasses shielded her eyes from the glaring light of midnight. They were an effortlessly orchestrated ad campaign for beauty. Business as usual in the heart of Tinsel Town on a Friday night.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Three men wearing loose fitting khaki clothing, carrying heavy camera bags, and holding long-lensed Nikons in front of them like assault rifles jogged across four lanes of honking traffic. They fired off semi-automatic strobe flashes, snapping photo after photo of the glamorous couple. The photos would show up within one hour on internet gossip blogs like PerezHilton or TMZ.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler was enthralled by it all, and imagined that one day he might be driving a similar car, with a similar super-model on his arm. Or maybe it would be Veronique on his arm. </span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">To Julie.</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">He dashed across La Cienega through an opening in traffic and walked onto a side street and headed toward the adjoining West Hollywood neighborhood where he’d parked before work. The neighborhood had an upscale suburban quality reminiscent of Tyler’s hometown of Bloomfield Hills, but also had a smattering of $800-a-month apartment buildings sandwiched between the million-dollar condos. Every block was crammed full of enough parked cars to fill a Walmart parking lot. The streets were surprisingly quiet at night but had a creepy quality that Tyler could never quite identify.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>“No matter how nice it seems,</i> <i>it’s still Los Angeles,”</i> his father John would remind him several times a week on the phone. “<i>It’s the big city, Tyler, not Bloomfield Hills. Be careful.”</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler tried to keep his dad’s warnings in mind. So far he hadn’t had any problems since moving to L.A. He wondered if his dad was being over-protective. Every city had problems. Even Bloomfield Hills. Look what happened in upper-middle-class Columbine. As long as Tyler was careful, like his dad said, he would be fine.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Two blocks from his car, walking briskly, Tyler caught his foot on the sidewalk. He turned to investigate. No crack or root-lifted pads of concrete. What had he tripped on? He noticed a telephone pole surrounded by tall ivy bushes. Something shuffled in the darkness of the ivy and agitated the branches. A twig snapped. Probably a cat. He turned and kept walking.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Something heavy punched Tyler in the kidneys. It twisted<i>.</i> Intense fire bloomed in the small of his back. A rough hand wrapped around his neck from behind and pushed him to the ground face-first.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler’s nose pounded into the cement. White fireworks exploded in his eyes. One of his front teeth cracked off, but he didn’t realize it. Someone fell on top of him and a heavy knee slammed into his punctured kidney.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler shrieked.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Before Tyler could recover from the shock, cold metal pressed against his throat and sliced. His flesh fell open easily under the sharp edge. Blood poured out of Tyler. It pooled around his head and shoulders on the sidewalk and soaked through the back of his shirt, where he had been stabbed in his kidney.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Absently, Tyler thought: <i>You ruined my pants. </i>He couldn’t see who, or what, had attacked him. He heard the voice of his dad in his head: “<i>It’s still L.A., son, be careful.”</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler’s head was turned toward the street, and he could see the man’s back as he trotted off into the shadows.The man wore sagging jeans and a white tank top. Tyler never saw the man’s face.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Faintly, from the darkness, Tyler heard the following words: “Shit dawg, you fucked dat boy up <i>REAL</i> good, yo.” </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler tried to push himself up on all fours but collapsed when white lightning ricocheted in his bowels. He hadn’t felt any pain in his throat, but he felt very light headed and tired. Usually he was wired for several hours after working the dinner shift. He lay where he was and his mind drifted off as a blood-chill set into his bones. The eighty-two degree midnight weather would not warm him.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">In his remaining moments of consciousness, Tyler thought about his mother and father. What were they going to think? This was the last thing they would ever have imagined would happen to him when he moved to Los Angeles to become an actor.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler remembered how last night he had parked right on this same street. There had been no attacker then. Instead there had been a young couple leaning against the side of a parked Audi attempting to swallow each other’s tongues. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">He thought about the fact that his tip money from work was still in his front pocket. His wallet contained only twenty dollars in cash and his nearly maxed-out Visa card. <i>That guy didn’t even bother to check my other pockets</i>. Tyler tried to spit out the word “dummy.” All that came out was a gurgley whisper.</span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Julie…</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">She smiled confidently at him. He slowly realized, with a pang of regret, that he would not get to talk with her at work tomorrow. He would never get to know the real Julie.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tyler Hastings had never previously met the man who had killed him on this night. His murderer did not know him either. They were complete strangers, and would remain unknown to each other for eternity.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Two years hence, Tyler’s mother Barbara will gently encourage John that it is time they let their son’s memory rest in peace. John will cry for two hours while sitting on Tyler’s bed in the boy’s enshrined bedroom. Barbara will sit next to him, her arm draped around him lovingly. John will hold Tyler’s 1st place Lahser High School Varsity Tennis trophy in his quivering fingers the entire time. The trophy will be damp with his tears when Barbara gently takes it from him and puts it into a box with Tyler’s other things.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">No one, not even the murderer, will ever know why Tyler Hastings was killed at the age of 22, for twenty dollars in cash and a nearly maxed-out Visa card. It was purely a random act of violence.</span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">It’s still L.A., son. Be careful.</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Despite John Hastings’ cautious warning, his Angel Tyler is dead. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Another Angel will die in Los Angeles tomorrow.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Randomly.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">The mysterious man in the white tank top and his companion will make sure of it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">To find out what happens next, buy the full novel of <i>Night Walk</i> on Amazon.com <a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div>
David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-57611184638679654312013-05-09T08:34:00.000-07:002013-05-09T09:00:24.525-07:00Flash Fiction - Rope BridgeI read a great post by Sarah Callender at Writer Unboxed yesterday, called <i><a href="http://writerunboxed.com/2013/05/08/that-is-the-question/?replytocom=389991#respond" target="_blank">That is the Question</a></i>. It was about the importance of tension and choices in good storytelling. It inspired me to write the following flash fiction piece that addresses both (when I do exercises like this, I allow myself to be entirely melodramatic in a Saturday-Morning Serial sort of way).<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Bill held his knife over the main rope supporting the dusty rope bridge that spanned the canyon. Hector sprinted across the bridge, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">toward Bill</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. If Bill cut the rope now, Hector would fall to his death. But Linda was hanging from the cliff's edge, about to slip and fall to her death. Bill had time to cut the rope or save Linda. Not both. He loved Linda. But Linda had slept with Hector.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">"No!" Linda screamed as she fell to her death.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">"Yes!" Bill said, satisfied.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">More like Saturday-Morning Serial-Killer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">copyright ©2013 by David Hudnut</span></div>
David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-68398377534375147082013-05-07T09:22:00.000-07:002013-05-07T09:22:22.533-07:00Sword & Sorcery - Unfinished Business<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swords without the Sorcery by David Hudnut</td></tr>
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I'm a big fan of unfinished line drawings. Especially the half-inked kind. I'm also a big fan of Sword and Sorcery art. My three favorite artists who do BOTH are Frank Frazetta, John Buscema and Neal Adams, in that order. Yesterday, I was flipping through my copy of <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/John-Buscema-A-Life-Sketches/dp/097413323X" target="_blank">John Buscema: A Life in Sketches</a></i> edited by Emilio Soltero. A rough sketch of a gorilla beast duking it out with a buffed out Conan-style prehistoric hero caught me eye. Yes, ME eye, I'm talking like a pirate for this post. Argh.<br />
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So I sat down at my Wacom tablet and set to drawing my own take on the classic gorilla-man-attacking-hero subject matter. I probably put more finish into the drawing than I would have liked, but at least there's some un-inked pencils still visible.<br />
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If you like Sword and Sorcery art, be sure to check out <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/BUSCEMA-SKETCHBOOK-Popular-Artist-Sketchbook/dp/1887591192" target="_blank">John Buscema Sketchbook</a>,</i> Neal Adams' <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Savage-Sketch-Book-NEAL-ADAMS/dp/B001Q9GUOE" target="_blank">Savage Sketchbook</a> </i>and <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Frazetta-Sketchbook-Frank/dp/1934331562" target="_blank">The Frazetta Sketchbook</a>.</i><br />
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Who are your favorite Sword and Sorcery artists?<br />
<br />David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-47824499699328473852013-05-06T07:24:00.000-07:002013-05-06T07:24:34.985-07:00Entanglement by newcomer Dan Rix<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Entanglement</i> by Dan Rix</td></tr>
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I read <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Entanglement-YA-Dystopian-Romance-ebook/dp/B00A90PKCY/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1367849952&sr=8-1&keywords=entanglement+dan+rix" target="_blank">Entanglement</a></i> by first-time author Dan Rix over the weekend. Usually, I'm a slow reader, but this book sucked me in and I couldn't put it down.</div>
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Dan Rix did not make this mistake with his debut novel <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Entanglement-YA-Dystopian-Romance-ebook/dp/B00A90PKCY/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1367849952&sr=8-1&keywords=entanglement+dan+rix" target="_blank">Entanglement</a></i>. It was a page turner. I never once felt like he was dragging things out. But more importantly, it was a great story of dystopian romance set in an alternate history Santa Barbara. It had a great romance between the leads. I loved the characters. And it had alternate history (which Dan did an expert job of sprinkling in without slapping you in the face and demanding payment for services rendered). More of a light sci-fi read, which is my preference.</div>
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David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-77722195954729720672013-05-04T00:00:00.000-07:002013-05-04T00:00:05.359-07:00Populating my Inferno<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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More concept art for my upcoming Hell World project. No, I don't mean the Hellraiser film Hellworld. Hell World is just a placeholder title for my project. Why? Because a bunch of the story takes place in Hell. Before I release any story content, I'm posting concept art of my various Hellish Denizens and Hellish Locations. To get you in the mood.<br />
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Pictured above is another denizen of my hell. A demon imp. My Hell isn't all about burning alive, torture and agony. Sure, that stuff happens in anybody's Hell. But mine will focus on the quirky and fun. Fun in that tricky imp sort of way. You know the kind: one second he's pissing in someone's punch bowl (ha ha, good for a laugh), the next he's pissing in YOUR punch bowl (not funny at all, you foul smelling demon imp from Hell). Call it my own personal Joss Whedon-esque take on Hell, but without Buffy or Angel.<br />
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More to come!David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-78140718180061616342013-05-03T09:14:00.000-07:002013-05-03T11:40:46.218-07:00Selling out is for the birdsI read a great blog post by Julinna Baggott over at <a href="http://writerunboxed.com/2013/05/03/what-i-learned-from-thomas-edison-and-how-it-applies-to-novelists/" target="_blank">Writer Unboxed</a> this morning. You can find it <a href="http://writerunboxed.com/2013/05/03/what-i-learned-from-thomas-edison-and-how-it-applies-to-novelists/" target="_blank">here</a>. Julianna touches on the issue of selling out as an artist, to which I replied:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">You are SO right about the primacy of the subconscious. A novel is a massive creative undertaking. So many creative decisions are involved along the way, from concept to final edit, that it becomes impossible for a writer to withhold their heart work, no matter how hard they may resist.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">So why this fear of selling out? That we will somehow lose our own identities if we pander to the business of, gasp, selling our art?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">As writers. we work for months at a time in seclusion, with no feedback from the outside world. During that time, there is the constant nagging fear that our book will suck, that no one will EVER buy it, fighting against the hope of hopes that our precious thought-baby will SELL, SELL, SELL!!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">The pressure this struggle creates can become so great, our intellects will often shout at our fears: "SHUT UP YOU! IT'S NOT ABOUT MONEY AND SUCCESS!! IT'S ABOUT ART! THERE IS NO PRICE ON ART! ART IS PURE! NOW GO AWAY!!"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">That's why I strive to think like a live performer. Imagine you are a street juggler or busker. You've got your juggling balls, or harmonica, and your empty hat. All you want by the end of the day is for your hat to be full of cash. if your act isn't working, you adjust. You don't have time to erect elaborate intellectual barricades against self doubt. So you juggle chainsaws. You pause from blowing on your harmonica to sing about heartbreak. Why? So you can afford to buy dinner that night. And you inevitably see results when you change your approach to have greater appeal to passersby.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">When you fire up the farting chainsaws, people stop and gape and ooh and aah. When you sing about how your man is a dog because he's sleeping with your best friend, people clap, reach into their pockets, and spare change rains into your hat. And not one of them calls you a sell out. Because you have entertained them. With YOUR art and YOUR heart, and a whole lotta urgency."</span></div>
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David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-47399131914793051892013-05-01T19:21:00.001-07:002013-05-01T19:21:31.994-07:00Pictures of Hell - Hellscape 01<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Urban fantasy goes sub-urban. And I don't mean to the mall. I mean underground, to the earth's core. Well, maybe to the mall too. Call it Suburban Sub-Urban Fantasy. SSUF for short. That's "fuss" spelled backward.David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-26842242926745387552013-04-29T00:58:00.000-07:002013-04-29T01:02:03.071-07:00Death Knight from Hell<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Another one of my concept art illustrations for my upcoming book project. It's got all sorts of cool devils and stuff. Demons too. Really scary, but in that awesome sort of way you get from playing Dungeons and Dragons late at night while consuming huge amounts of Skittles and Coca-Cola (not that I'd advise such an activity, nor will I confirm or deny my own participation in such junk food binges whilst playing D&D in the past).<br />
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The guy pictured above is a Death Knight. He lives in Hell. He kills people. Enough said. Don't rile him up. You've been warned.<br />
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Urban Fantasy gets a kick in the pants from Hell's Denizens, David Hudnut style.<br />
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More concept art will be forthcoming.David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-12013499030746741192013-04-26T22:28:00.000-07:002013-04-29T00:48:34.938-07:00Devil concept art<div style="text-align: left;">
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My next self-published book project in the works will feature loads of nasty devils, demons, and various other denizens from You-Know-Who's ultimate inferno. And I don't mean Dante's Inferno. That place was pansy-ass. The place in my tale is far worse...</div>
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Do you think ogres are insecure about their weight? As a species, I think we all assume ogres are a fat lot. Fat and happy, as the saying goes, to an ogre. But are they happy?<br />
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The fat ogre pictured above looks to me like he's sucking in his gut. Like maybe he's embarrassed to have such an obvious over-hang. And he's got that nifty club handy to smite down anyone who makes cracks about his less than svelte figure. How many quick-tongued slim-boned elves do you think have been on the business end of that thing?<br />
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Do you think this guy secretly wishes he wasn't such a fat ogre? Has he tried every gimmicky diet in the realm, yet none have worked? And we all know who sells gimmicky diets in the realm: half-elves.<br />
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The next time you seen a fat ogre, give his (or her) wide berth a wide berth. Otherwise, you'll be talking to the club. And that club has some pointy-ass teeth.<br />
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Stay away from the club-wielding fat ogre!David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-25463708932374918092013-04-15T08:17:00.000-07:002013-04-15T08:17:01.423-07:00Ionia Martin and her Readful Things Blog kicks A$$Once again, Ionia Martin over at <a href="http://readfulthingsblog.com/" target="_blank">Readful Things Blog</a> proves she's a font overflowing with generosity.<br />
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She listed my blog amongst other good blogs as worth checking out here:<br />
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So check out Ionia's blog, show her some love, and read a bunch of her great articles and book reviews!David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-9682039475883566062013-04-15T07:46:00.000-07:002013-04-15T07:46:28.676-07:00I will be at Crypticon Seattle 2013<br />
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David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-69418302673370248142013-04-13T07:05:00.000-07:002013-04-13T07:05:18.891-07:00Zombie Aliens<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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I'm a big fan of alien zombies. Specifically, zombies in space and astronaut zombies. You now the kind I'm talking about:<br />
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A crew on a space ship or space station is invaded by some alien microbe, and the next thing you now, everyone is dying of a mysterious space sickness.<br />
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Then POW! The dead astronauts reanimate as undead astronauts. Wearing space suits.<br />
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Does it get any better than that?<br />
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Only if the zombie aliens are not simply undead, but also have the ability to grow monstrous body parts and transform the modern sci-fi technology aboard their ship into weird steampunk inspired gear. If you have a hard time picturing what I'm talking about, take a gander at my concept illustration of exactly this sort of zombie-astronaut hybrid pictured at right.<br />
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If anyone wants to read a story about the character pictured in my illustration, shoot me an email.<br />
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Now I'm off to watch Dead Space: Downfall on Netflix streaming!<br />
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SPACE ZOMBIES!!!David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-31200809802075639522013-04-12T16:21:00.000-07:002013-04-12T16:21:57.515-07:00"The Nose Knows" a new cover<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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As any self-published author knows, marketing is as big of a part of being an author as the writing is. I've spent a lot of time researching the marketing ends of things lately, and I decided it was time to re-position my novella <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Nose-Knows-ebook/dp/B0079OXCE6/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1365807048&sr=1-2&keywords=the+nose+knows" target="_blank">The Nose Knows</a>.</i><br />
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Why, you ask?<br />
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I'm realizing that by today's standards of horror (think of the <i>Saw</i> movie franchise), <i>The Nose Knows</i> isn't remotely gruesome and gory enough. It's more like a humorous episode of <i>The Twilight Zone. </i>It even has a love story. It's more of a paranormal romantic comedy. I would even venture to say it could air on prime time television without needing to be "toned down" for the masses.<br />
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So I whipped up the new cover on the left with an electric mixer and Photoshop. (I did a bunch of preliminary sketches in pencil, on actual paper. If anyone wants to seem them, let me know and I'll post them here on my blog.)<br />
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I also changed my book description on Amazon to try and catch more of a humor comedy audience. Like a good boy, I tried to incorporate as much SEO terminology as possible and did some Google Adwords searches for key phrases.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Imagine a romantic comedy combined with the humor of <i>Family Guy</i>, <i>The Simpsons</i>, and <i>Mad</i> Magazine, with a little <i>King of the Hill</i> thrown in, and a dash of <i>Robot Chicken</i>.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Calvin Dunkley has trouble meeting women. But he desperately wants to find true love. Luckily for Calvin, every Friday the beautiful Claudia Aranda comes into the grocery store where he works. He's been planning to ask her out for months. It took that long to get his courage up, because Claudia is gorgeous.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Relive the frustrations of young love. The laughs always come with a few tears, but everyone knows romance comes at a price. If you like schadenfreude humor and giant squids, this is your bag.</span></div>
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We'll see if this generates any traffic and sales.<br />
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In the meantime, <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Nose-Knows-ebook/dp/B0079OXCE6/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1365807048&sr=1-2&keywords=the+nose+knows" target="_blank">The Nose Knows</a></i> is free today and tomorrow on Kindle. You can download it here:<br />
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<br />David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-5491067302233015622013-04-10T21:40:00.001-07:002013-04-10T21:40:28.730-07:00Violent Violet Volkswagen in the making<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Some of you may recall an article I posted last year about the <a href="http://davidhudnut.blogspot.com/2012/05/violent-violet-volkswagen.html" target="_blank">Violent Violet Volkswagen</a>. In brief, the Violent Violet Volkswagen is mentioned in the novel <i>The Shining</i> by Stephen King. It's described as a model kit by Ed "Big Daddy" Roth of Rat Fink fame. As far as I can determine, such a model kit never existed. Neither did any art. So I illustrated my own version of it. You can read the full article <a href="http://davidhudnut.blogspot.com/2012/05/violent-violet-volkswagen.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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When I was at Emerald City Comicon in March, one of the people who came up to my booth suggested I try and get an actual model kit of the Violent Violet Volkswagen produced. Since this is a gray area in terms of copyright, I thought I'd start by emailing the estate of Ed "Big Daddy" Roth. I wanted to make sure that they were on board with the idea.<br />
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Here's a portion of the email I sent them on March 6th:<br />
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I'm a big fan of Ed "Big Daddy" Roth's art. So much so, that when I recently read a description in Stephen King's novel "The Shining" of Ed Roth's model kit of a Violent Violet Volkswagen, I had to look it up. I could not find it anywhere on the internet, nor do I know if such a model kit ever existed.</div>
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Because I couldn't find one, I designed and illustrated an image of it myself, as an homage to both Ed "Big Daddy" Roth and Stephen King.</div>
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I posted the art and an article about it on my blog, which you can find here:</div>
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I showed the art to a number of people, and everyone seems to like it.</div>
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What I want to discuss with the estate of Ed Roth is whether or not you guys have any interest in seeing the Violent Violet Volkswagen turned into some sort of product.</div>
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My feeling is that if the estate of Ed Roth were to authorize this, and Stephen King were to authorize it as well, there would be an interest out there for such a product. Whether it's a model kit, a resin-cast sculpture, or prints, t-shirts & decals, I know there is a niche market for this idea. I'm sure it's small, but I know that for me, as a fan of both Ed Roth and Stephen King, I'd pay $200 for a 1/12 scale replica of such a piece, if it was of high enough quality. I would also buy a print-on-demand T-shirt for $30, or a print for $20.</div>
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But before any of this can happen, I want to make sure that everyone at the Ed Roth estate, including the spirit of Big Daddy himself, would be on board with such a product. If you guys like the idea, the next step would be talking to Stephen King.</div>
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So far, I haven't heard back from the Ed Roth estate. That doesn't mean they aren't interested. Who knows.</div>
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Are YOU interested in seeing the Violent Violet Volkswagen come to life in the form of a sculpture, T-shirts, prints, etc.?</div>
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David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-50874882227019399262013-03-30T09:22:00.003-07:002013-03-30T09:22:50.763-07:00Readful Things Blog interviews David HudnutI'm excited to announce that super-awesome Ionia Martin, hostess extraordinaire of the book review blog Readful Things Blog, has posted an <a href="http://readfulthingsblog.com/2013/03/29/an-interview-with-david-hudnut-author-of-night-walk/" target="_blank">interview</a> with yours truly, David Hudnut.<br />
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You can read the full interview here:<br />
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I talk about my new novel Night Walk, and make lots of jokes about zombie poop.David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-33709473308418108372013-03-26T11:15:00.000-07:002013-03-26T11:15:39.835-07:00"You can't HANDLE the HORROR!"<div style="text-align: right;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I went to Hell after reading <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339081053&sr=1-6" target="_blank">NIGHT WALK</a></i><br />
by David Hudnut. It was SOOO Scary..."</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><i>Come, step inside. Enjoy the show.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><i>See life on the other side, get right up close.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I'm really worried. People who have read my horror novel <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339081053&sr=1-6" target="_blank">NIGHT WALK</a></i> are emailing me to tell me they can no longer sleep at night, that reading <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339081053&sr=1-6" target="_blank">NIGHT WALK</a></i> was so scary, they're now having nightmares that won't go away. Vivid night <i>terrors</i> that may in fact be real...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">They tell me the events that happened in my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">book</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"> are now happening to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">them<i>...</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br />One person told me their friend read the book, and has been missing for three days, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #d21e00; text-decoration: none;"><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339081053&sr=1-6" style="color: #d21e00; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">NIGHT </a>WALK</i></span><i> </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">is so scary, I think it's killing people.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Whatever you do, please do not walk alone at night. There are terrible things waiting for you in the darkness...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The best way to keep safe is to arm yourself with information and stay inside.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Read <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339081053&sr=1-6" target="_blank">NIGHT WALK</a></i> so you'll know how to protect yourself when the creatures of the night follow YOU home...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">You've been warned.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I cannot be held responsible for the nightmares...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/NIGHT-WALK-ebook/dp/B0089E40B4/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339081053&sr=1-6" target="_blank">BUY <i>NIGHT WALK </i>NOW</a></b></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It might even save your life...</span></b></span></span>David Hudnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426008116349466958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468519669253683087.post-59148599118634779822013-03-23T00:00:00.000-07:002013-03-23T00:00:02.765-07:00Kill!<object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9QkyQeP__sc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9QkyQeP__sc?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9QkyQeP__sc?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br />
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I finished recording and mastering a new tune this week. From my upcoming album HateBall, due out later this year.<br />
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Kill!<br />
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It's what we all want to do when our bosses piss us off.<br />
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Kill everybody, Kill!<br />
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