Everybody who ordered one of the limited edition hardcovers should have their copy now. If you missed out on the HC, the eBook and paperback versions are also available. I wrote a thing on LitReactor about how the book came to life, but basically this one’s heavily based off my own experience from working the night shift at a hotel. Hopefully it’s funny and surreal and horrifying and an okay way to pass the time until you die.
It will probably get me fired. So please buy it so I can afford groceries once I’m unemployed.
You can buy it on Amazon HERE or if you want to buy a signed copy directly from me just shoot me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org and we can work something out. The cost for signed copies will be a flat $20 (includes shipping) if you live in the US, and if you live outside the US just add another $7. Paypal only. The personalized copies will contain owl stickers.
I’ve typed the word “buy” out enough times in this post to make me vomit and I do apologize for that.
I’ll be trying to participate in 2017’s Story-a-Week Challenge, which is pretty self-explanatory. Every week this year I will attempt to begin and finish a new short story. The word count doesn’t matter. I won’t be doing this alone. Other much more talented folks like Jessica McHugh, Jay Wilburn, MIchael David Wilson, and others I don’t have the energy to name right now are also joining me. I don’t know if I’ll make every week but I’ll certainly try. I’ll write weekly updates on this here blog about how it’s going. I don’t know why this is something I feel like others will want to read about. It really isn’t. But I’m gonna do it anyway because who the fuck even reads this blog
It was a dark and stormy night, and all of the children in town had to stay inside since their terrible parents wouldn’t let them walk in the rain. The next year, some of those kids were deemed too old by society to continue trick r’ treating. Instead, they lay in bed scrolling their social media feeds, viewing the parties of more popular kids and pretending they’d been invited. A few years later, these same kids went off to college and became accountants and lawyers. Some of them chose not to attend college and stayed in their shit-ass towns to join the local police force. Even with their calculators or neckties or big guns at their hips, none of them ever found the kind of happiness they’d once experienced as children trick r’ treating on Halloween night.
They all died alone.
Just as their parents had died. Just as their parents’ parents had died.
Just as their own children will die.
Just as you will die.
Only 52 copies will be printed of the hardcover. Each one will be signed. Pre-orders were made available on Tuesday. As of Thursday night, only 11 copies remain unclaimed. If you want one of these things, I suggest you act fast. Get it HERE.
Sleep is just a myth created by mattress salesmen.
Isaac, a night auditor of a hotel somewhere in the surreal void of Texas, is sick and tired of his guests. When he clocks in at night, he’s hoping for a nice, quiet eight hours of Netflix-bingeing and occasional masturbation. What he doesn’t want to do is fetch anybody extra towels or dive face-first into somebody’s clogged toilet. And he sure as hell doesn’t want to get involved in some trippy owl conspiracy or dispose of any dead bodies. But hey…that’s life in the hotel business.
Welcome to The Nightly Disease. Please enjoy your stay.
However, I understand the price is pretty hefty. Don’t sweat it if you want to read the novel but can’t afford the $60 price tag. Sometime next year, a cheaper paperback will be available. But be careful: the Goddamn Hotel may murder us all long before then.
Also, you can read the entire book online in serial-form for just $4.99. Check out THIS POST for more info on the serial subscription.