Kevin E. C. Curdgel, Writer

  Life has been flying at me rapidly. I've started a new job, I've started therapy (everyone needs a therapist, it's ok), I've been trying to take my health more seriously, and I've got plans to get my eyes looked at in the near future. Working with computers now is playing with my eyes and I'd like to keep them in better shape. Anyway, you should all pick up this book: https://www.amazon.com/Reaperman-Drabbles-Black-Ink-Fiction/dp/B09DMR991B/ref=sr_1_2?crid=1PJZTCK81CCBF&keywords=reaperman+black+ink+fiction&qid=1630368936&sprefix=reaperman%2Caps%2C168&sr=8-2

 Lets start with the frustrating news at the start, lets get it out of the way: Despite driving quite a few sales to books I'm in and various other products with my affiliate link, after a YEAR of using the program, Amazon hits me with this:  Amazon Associates   < associates@amazon.com > Jul 15, 2021, 2:10 PM (4 days ago) to  me Hello faminestudios-20, We’ve now reviewed your application to the Associates Program. Unfortunately, it did not meet our program requirements. As a result, we have closed the account under which you had been temporarily approved.  They've claimed they're gonna pay me out for the money I made (nowhere near the fortunes I'd hoped, but it is what it is), but I was driving a whole lot of traffic to the products simply by sharing links. Lesson learned here is that people will follow a link I share out, and a smaller number will buy what I promote, especially since it's work I've done. I did notice they lost my damn copy of Bloodlust th...

The face of a very happy author.  Buy this book.   The books are here, in my hand. It is very real to me now, and I'm thrilled. As a writer, artist, maker, I'm sure everyone feels that creeping sensation that people may not enjoy your work, might find flaws in the efforts you've put out. Instead, right now, I'm feeling immense pride over the fact that 5 of my stories got selected to be shared among all of these other talented authors. I hope you'll order a copy or two (one for the Kindle, one for your shelf) and enjoy the tales of zombies and mayhem inside. Until next time. -Kevin

 Admittedly, writing during this pandemic has been both the easiest thing I've ever done (it comes so naturally some days) and the absolute hardest . I've been unemployed for over a year (thanks to C19 and reduction in force), and while it's been a great opportunity to work on my education (I spent a year doing Stan Winston School for Character Arts, a few months learning barely passable German via Rosetta Stone, and the university of YouTube for various other things I wanted to learn about) I've been writing in spurts. Some months I went about writing every single day. I even did some freelance writing here and there for a realty gig. I've gotten over 30 contracts signed to publish my short stories (coming soon for sale, I'm hoping), and I've written almost 51 thousand words in my own novel. My problem is how easily distracted I am at home. I'll worry about others in the house, the dogs and cats, who has eaten, what's on the TV, what YouTube subscr...

This story I'm sharing with you today is an exclusive for a collection of short stories I'm working on getting released this summer. This book (as most things I write) is zombie themed. Not every story is blood and gore. I took my beats for this story from older people I've known in my 35 years on this planet; people who have fought in world wars and people who protested each time. “If You Grow Enough Flowers” Living in rural Virginia, with the Blue Ridge Mountains, some people fared better in the Zombie Plague. One man, Roy “Chickenplanter” MacKenzie, left a stunning handwritten journal documenting his experiences in his life, and over the course of the Zombie Plague. The following selection is carved in stone and now resides as a monument to rugged individualism in his home-town of Pikebrook, Virginia. ‘My Granddaddy fought in the second World War, and he would always talk about the ingenuity of the French. He’d married my Granny, a Frenchwoman, and brought her here to th...