The Book No One Found

Last year, for the one year anniversary of my book Year 47, I made 10 gift sets to be given out that included a signed book, bookmark, cd soundtrack, poster, train ticket, and telegram.


That wasn’t everything though. I love Easter Eggs, and that prize pack has quite a few, but there was one I was waitng for someone to find.

Except no one did.

See, I hid this book online. It’s even on Amazon right now, just not on my author’s page. You have to know what it’s called to find it. But that doesn’t matter because it was free on site. All anyone had to do was find the link hidden in the prize pack.

Except, again, no one did.

I forgot about it after a while, but then I’m suddenly reminded of it during all this anthology talk. “Maybe I’ll throw a clue out there”, I thought to myself.

Problem was the file in the link mysteriously vanished at some point off this site, meaning the link is now dead, and I can’t replace it because of the datestamp on the file name upon upload. Reroute it? Sure would, except that costs money to upgrade my site. Money I don’t have. But don’t worry. I won’t ruin where it’s at. If you find the hidden link or any other Easter Egg, share it with me on Twitter @infrafan and I’ll update this post later.


Here was how to find it:

Now that all of that is out of the way, I’m going to go ahead and give it out like I wanted. It’s short and meant to be a companion piece to Year 47. It is HIGHLY suggested you read Year 47 first because this is a book of deleted and alternate sequences, including a discussion of the ending. It also has a preview of the anthology with a short poem I wrote.

You can download a free PDF of it here or if you are feeling supportive and generous, you can buy it on Amazon for Kindle. Need another format? Request it and I’ll try and whip it up. After you’ve read it, let me here your thoughts.



Year 47 Anthology Submission

I am excited to finally be announcing the open call for short stories for a new anthology. Expected to titled BY YEAR’S END, the anthology will be a collection of tales set in the universe of my 2016 novel YEAR 47 at different points in the time line leading up to the first chapter. From the Zero Incident all the way up to Year 46, your story can be set anywhere, and writing prompts can be provided upon request.


If you’re unfamiliar with Year 47, it’s a survival horror western set in the aftermath of God’s demise, where the remnants of Heaven, Hell, and Earth have merged into one realm, and the survivors have been forced backed to the ways of the west.

If you haven’t had a chance to read it, that’s ok. There’s plenty of time, and if you don’t have the cash to spare to grab or download a copy, I understand. Upon request, I can give you a free digital copy to read.

That said, If nothing about YEAR 47 interests you, then it’s okay to pass, and I expect you too. There are only so many available spots, and I want your heart to be into it. Otherwise, the world will be robbed of a story from you that would have had it otherwise.

But for those who do join me, a flat rate of $20 and a digital copy of BY YEAR’S END will be theirs to claim. Submissions start now and come to a close no later than August to allow proper time to prepare the book for release in October.

So, below I leave the submission guidelines, extend my hand, and welcome you to join me on another walk in the New West, but this time I’ll watch where you go.


Considering the time investment and limited slots available,  the submission process might seem more unusual than most. However, I believe these steps will save precious time for everyone involved. So with that in mind, please do read carefully.

A. If you are interested in submitting a story to the anthology, please begin by emailing me a short synopsis (pitch) of what you think your story would be, OR ask for the availability of a few writing prompts to begin working from. Do NOT send a finished story.

Send your pitch to: with the heading: Y47 SUBMISSION.

Please include your name and Twitter handle in the body as well.

It doesn’t need to be much at all. The most important thing I want to stress is communication with me is welcome. I have undoubtedly left some things back in my brain, so don’t be afraid to ask me any questions at any point in the process, even before the pitch. Once again, a free copy of YEAR 47 can be provided before hand.

B. After the pitch has been approved, you will be supplied with a writer’s guide detailing the mythology of Y47 in the hopes of assisting you to write as freely as possible within the established universe. I’ll always be around to help answer any questions or fill in any gaps I missed in the mythology, but you’re taking part in that as well.

C. This may sound crazy, but there is no initial word limit other than the standard max of 30,000. This will be handled in the editing process. I don’t want to set a limit. Yeah, I’m aware you could submit a one sentence short story. But if I approve it, I thought it was worth $20 and an ebook. Quality over quantity.

D. Final deadline is August 2018 unless arrangements have been made. Story gets cleared, you get paid $20, it goes to edit, and, upon release, you get a digital copy of the book. Then we have a Happy Halloween!

Questions, comments, or concerns? I’m down to hear all of them. Email me or DM me on Twitter






That Drafty Corner

My friend William Marchese recently made a post on his blog on the topic of writing during a depressive state and sending out the question to his fellow authors. He wanted to know when they’re down,

“How fast do you get back up?”

He asked it at such a moment, that I’m here, now, giving him and you a response too big for the Twittersphere. But let me set the stage.

I just got back from the doctor, I’m sick with Bronchitis, I have a VERY important project I have to finish setting up for this Friday (Keep your pens inked and typing fingers loose), another article years in the making I need to wrap up, and now this blog I voluteered to write when I had no time. On top of all that, I have been in a state lately where I frankly don’t think I’ll ever achieve whatever vague sense of accomplishment I have set up for myself and my creative career.

I’m where William was talking about, if not further down, and yet, I felt an overwhelming urge to do this reply.

“How fast do you get back up?”

I looked at the responses, reading about how it seems most us artistic folks have that drafty corner in our place inside us that can let in too much cold during an unexpected winter. We know it’s there, even if we don’t notice it so much in warmer weather. We keep it covered up best we can, let our family and friends help keep us warm. Let our drifty minds take us to other places we haven’t been before. Places we write about and put inside a book. A book that might make other people cozy inside their drafty house.

But for some of us, it feels too fucking cold to bare. Nothing seems to get us warm. We lay down and go to sleep. Sometimes on purpose. Sometimes never to wake up.

So how fast do I get back up?

I have to admit, there are times where I don’t. Yes, I’m here now, but someone picked me up when I lied down on purpose, not wanting to wake. But that’s not the point here. Maybe another day when my lungs aren’t filled with what feels like home made napalm and I don’t have an epic project I want you guys to work on with me.

I’m here, and I’m writing. Being excited gets the words out of me. Having a clear message gets the words out of me. Knowing someone out there wants to read it gets the words out of me. You all warm up my drafty house, and it’s been a cold winter for sure. But how fast do I get up?

Sometimes it feels like I’m not standing up all the way. BUT, more times than not, it feels like I don’t fall as often with all the support I keep finding. Hope you guys feel the same way. If not, why are we not talking more?

If you ever get to the point where you need to talk to someone about your depression, especially if you’re having thoughts of hurting or killing yourself, please take just one moment and ask for help. There are many places that you can reach out to, including the National Suicide Prevention Line at 1-800-273-8255.

Also, until Monday, Jan. 22, is selling shirts to raise money for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. Click Here for more details.

Man, I really felt like there was more I wanted to say, but my head feels like a jawbreaker in a microwave. At least I’m not cold right now.

Stay warm guys.



Gotta Start Somewhere

The first story I remember writing was in elementary school. It was about three of my cute female classmates who I undoubtedly had a crush on. They were a trio of magical princesses or something trying to save a unicorn. I can’t really remember. It was probably shit, but maybe not. I’ll have to ask my mom if she still has it.

The first book I wrote (it too in elementary) was for another school project. It was an illustrated catalog of sorts of things for sale in an alphabetical store. Here’s an Apple. Here’s a Book. Here’s a Chair. At the end, the teachers assisted the students in assemblying them into pretty legit hardback books.

Too bad mine was definitely shit.

Even as a kid, I remember thinking I had severely wasted an opportunity to write something cool, envious of anything else my peers had written. Turns out though that was the most accurate simulator for being a writer I would experience.

Cut to high school when I wrote the best short story I had written at the time, possibly ever. It was a love story, and it made my English teacher cry. The quiet, dorky guys who are just so sweet and funny and make the bestest of guy friends? Yeah, we’re fucking romantic. Sorry. I lose focus in the friend zone.

Anyway, the point I failed to make is I love stories, and I figured out pretty quick I enjoyed coming up with them. With as many books, comics, movies, and tv shows as I was taking in, it was only natural for me to wanna get in on the fun. Now factor in being a lonely middle child who spent his time drawing, playing pretend, reenacting movies, and having an avid love for action figures and video games instead of a social life.

I wasn’t lost in my world. I lived there. I owned property, and I soon took up a career there as a story teller. Little did I know the arts would carry over into the real word and get me through life. I used my creativity at every point I could. It was the only real way I could express myself with deadly accuracy.

After what seemed a lifetime of wanting to feel like a legitimate person by validating my own self worth as a storyteller, I published my first novel on Oct. 27th, 2016 at 33 years of age.

In total, I have been published four times, have plenty of projects in the works, and I feel like I have barely registered any of it. That’s weird, right? I have accomplished a massive goal I never thought I would ever see. One that was over FIFTEEN YEARS in the making.

Yet, here I am. Still not sure what to think. I know I’ve taken the long road to get here, but this article and site hopefully have a point.

Creating is the most important thing in the world to me. As times it got me good grades. At others, it let people know how I feel about them. And sometimes, it tells me the truth about who I am. Even as I write this, I’m becoming more me than I was when I started this.

If I cannot be creative, then I cannot speak. And if I cannot speak, I will never be able to tell the people I adore how much I love them. I will never be able to help bring positive change into the world. I will never be able to be a storyteller. I will never reach my full potential, whatever that may be.

So, if this comes across as vain, I apologize, as it couldn’t be more opposite. I hope you can help me discover who this guy really is by letting me do what I enjoy doing most.

Let me tell you a story.