Scary Goodness

So Peeps, for those not in the know, I like to pretend I’m a professional writer (although in reality, I’m just a boxer wearing gnome with no impulse control and an overwhelming need for attention.) At the end of my writerly day, I  reward my professional self with select reads from my fellow pretenders, but…

Friday Feeds…

As always Bitter Ben tops the list Ü The Prodigal Son Returns Friday Giftures   They say absence makes the heart grows fonder and most of the time that totally isn’t true. Think about it, when you leave your co-workers, do you miss them so bad that you forgo any o… Source: The Prodigal Son…

Let’s Sue Cloudflare!

You may recall my recent meltdown on copyright infringers and their enablers. Not only did I issue virtual spankings, I actually handed out some backhanded praise to what turns out to be one of the worst offenders! Gasp… CloudFlare! You see, I found yet another site had pasted the text from my novel directly into…

Writing as E.V. Iverson Dead Dwight: a dark comedy

Dwight has problems… He found himself wandering barefoot on the Picks Crossing Bridge with no recollection of how he got there. Now he can’t find his truck. What good is a junkman without a truck? Then when he got his barefooted ass home, his barfly, karaoke killing girlfriend informed him she’d had him zombiefied, and…

Author Interview for BookReaderMagazine.com

“He was a beautiful pagan god with the voice of a serial killer, but that didn’t make him any less god like. It just meant rather than dying in some dank basement or isolated cabin, I’d die bound on an altar as part of some gruesome sacrificial rite. Exsanguinating while he stood over my naked…