No, this isn’t a plot from one of my stories, but an actual news report:
A 7-foot crocodile was swimming in an Ohio creek as elementary school kids played in the water
This occurred in West Alexandria, about 1.5 hours from my front door by car. (I haven’t been to West Alexandria, but I have been to nearby Eaton.)
Thankfully, no one was hurt.
The article notes that crocodiles are “not native to Ohio”. Indeed. That is one of the payoffs of the sometimes bitter winters here.
Verizon Sells Tumblr for 98% Discount After Banning Adult Content
No, this isn’t a free speech/censorship piece. How much skin should be allowed on social media platforms is a worthwhile topic…but a topic for another day.
Apparently Tumblr had become a haven for escorts, sugar babies, sex workers, and other purveyors of X-rated entertainment.
Then after Tumblr banned the sex, management was shocked to discover that no one cared about Tumblr.
I briefly dabbled with Tumblr two years ago, before discovering that I had almost no use for it.
Tumblr is a sort of microblogging site, more flexible than Twitter, but not nearly as robust as WordPress, or even Google Blogger.
The site is neither fish nor fowl, really; and it’s difficult to see why anyone would have a use for it…once you take out the sex.
Apparently, both the old and the new owners of Tumblr agreed. Hence the fire sale of the platform at 2% of its former value–prior to the porn ban.
Some of you have been asking my opinion regarding new Barnes & Noble CEO James Daunt’s plan for the struggling book retailer.
Daunt plans to make B&N stores stripped-down versions of what they currently are. The model here is the airport bookstore on one hand, the local, neighborhood bookstore on the other.
In other words, small bookstores that carry about the same inventory as the book section of the nearest Walmart, Costco, or Kroger.
So why do you even need a bookstore, if Walmart already stocks about the same number of books?
Daunt is British, and this might be a viable strategy for the British retail market, which is decades behind that of the United States.
It isn’t a winning strategy for the US, where Amazon dominates by virtue of its wide selection, low prices, and economies of scale.
Daunt clearly has no plan to compete with Amazon. He plans to compete with…small neighborhood bookstores that have already gone out of business in most of the U.S.
Forgive me if I’m underwhelmed.
Just in time for late summer reading, I’ve added these horror titles for you to enjoy FREE in Kindle Unlimited:
(Click the links to view them on Amazon.)
The year is 1976, and the Headless Horseman rides again. A dark fantasy horror thriller filled with wayward spirits, historical figures, and a 1970s vibe.
Halloween night 1980: The suburbs are haunted, as three young friends endure twelve hours of nonstop supernatural terror. Will they survive the night?
Would you risk your life and sanity on the most haunted road in Ohio for a $2000 prize?
16 horrific tales filled with monsters, ghosts, and deadly people. For fans of Stephen King’s short story collections.
An American executive in exotic Thailand. An evil spirit that follows her home. Supernatural mystery and terror on two continents.
You can read all of the above titles for FREE in Kindle Unlimited.
From The Guardian, a review of the Amazon Kindle Oasis 2019. Highly suitable for reading books written by yours truly.
Thanks to everyone who purchased the book yesterday. I’ll leave it at 99 cents throughout today, and reset it to the usual ($3.99) price tomorrow.
Also, a reminder that the book is always free in Kindle Unlimited.
If you are not a member of Kindle Unlimited, check out the free trial.
The Kindle version of Revolutionary Ghosts is priced at just $0.99 through the weekend. This is your change to grab the book for next to nothing, if you haven’t read it yet!
Revolutionary Ghosts will, however, return to the normal price of $3.99 on Monday.
Get it now while this low price lasts!
Since my birthday only comes around once per year, I had might as well announce it. Today I turned fifty-one.
Decades, literally, have passed since I was sentimental or celebratory about this day. I have long subscribed to the late Andy Rooney’s dictum: Twenty-two or twenty-three is the last birthday that is really worth making a fuss over.
That said, I don’t necessarily dread this day, either. And neither should you, if you’re getting on in years.
Time is going to pass whether you like it or not. You need to make terms with that fact. If your entire self-identity is founded on being a cutting-edge youngster, you are going to be miserable for most of your life (unless you plan on dying very young, which I don’t advise).
For my fifty-first birthday, forget the corny celebrations. Forget about the “ironic” black balloons, too.
At my age, having passed the half-century mark, a birthday takes on a new significance: I have cheated death for more than half a hundred years. This day (assuming I live through it) is a finger raised at the Grim Reaper.
But I won’t allow myself to get too cocky—even on my birthday. True, I have outwitted and out-lucked that skull-faced figure with the scythe for 51 years, as of today.
But there’s always tomorrow, and he’ll be back.
Cassettes Are Back, and It’s Not About the Music
I wouldn’t have expected this one.
I remember cassettes well, of course. (I even owned a few 8-tracks, as they were being phased out, in the very early 1980s.)
There are a lot of things that I miss about the last century, but the hissing, easily tangled audiocassette is not one of them. (That and typewriter correction fluid.)
As the above-linked article states, the big selling point of the cassette was its distinction as the most portable audio format, under the technological constraints we faced in the 1980s. No one loved them for their sound, or their reliability.
Amazon Is Now Selling an Expandable Tiny House That Requires Zero DIY Work
I might have to give this one some serious consideration. There’s nothing I hate quite as much as working around the house.
Check out Amazon pre-fab houses here
For a limited time: a tale of horror, American history, and coming-of-age.
The year is 1976, and the Headless Horseman rides again!
Steve Wagner is an ordinary Ohio teenager in the year of America’s Bicentennial, 1976. As that summer begins, his thoughts are mostly about girls, finishing high school, and driving his 1968 Pontiac Bonneville.
But this will be no ordinary summer. Steve sees evidence of supernatural activity in the area near his home: mysterious hoof prints and missing persons reports, and unusual, violently inclined men with British accents.
There is a also a hideous woman–the vengeful ghost of a condemned Loyalist spy–who appears in the doorway of Steve’s bedroom.
Filled with angry spirits, historical figures, and the Headless Horseman of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” Revolutionary Ghosts is a terrifying coming-of-age story with a groovy 1970s vibe.
Jane had been asleep for several hours when she saw the image of the little village. She was alone in the dream (at least at its beginning) without any guides or emissaries from that world. Nevertheless, she knew immediately, instinctively, that the sun-baked collection of thatch and bamboo huts was a village in Thailand—a village not far from Bangkok, in fact.
Continue reading “Luk Thep: Chapter 11”
Jane and one of the night-shift security guards overcame the language barrier enough so that the latter could summon a taxi for the former. Jane was half-asleep by the time the taxi driver dropped her off at her hotel.
Jane’s first inclination was to go directly to bed. It was now a little past 10 p.m. local time. Then she realized how famished she was. If she went to sleep without eating anything, she would feel intolerably weak and light-headed in the morning.
The hotel restaurant was still open; this was Bangkok, after all. Jane ordered a spicy fish-and-rice dish, the sort of fare that could be found in practically any restaurant worth its chops in Southeast Asia. Continue reading “Luk Thep: Chapter 10”
Stephen King confirms new ending to ‘The Stand’.
The Stand is not my favorite Stephen King novel, but it’s near the top of my list. I’ve read it at least twice (the first time in 1984).
Dean Koontz has signed with Amazon’s in-house publishing division.
No one is going to suggest that Dean Koontz couldn’t get a contract with New York-based legacy publisher. (He already had such a contract.)
Koontz said in an interview that Amazon is more attuned to modern marketing and distribution methods.
Or in paperback, from Amazon.
Looking for something fun to read? Follow my online serialization of Blood Flats.
Blood Flats is a gun-blazing tale of good and evil, set in the badlands of Kentucky. Blood Flats is also available as a paperback or ebook. (See below).
Three of your coworkers are planning a murder. Will you stop them, or become their next victim?
The Eavesdropper is a workplace thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Follow the online serial version here. Or get the entire book at Amazon in the format of your choice.
Do you like supernatural coming-of-age stories? Do you like stories set in the 1980s?
Then check out 12 Hours of Halloween:
On Halloween night, 1980, three young friends must face a Halloween curse. Their familiar neighborhood becomes a ghostly landscape filled with witches, vampires, and supernatural creatures!
You can read 12 Hours of Halloween here on Edward Trimnell Books for a limited time.
(Don’t like to read online? You can also get the book in various formats, if that’s what you prefer!)
Saoirse Kennedy Hill, the granddaughter of the late Robert F. Kennedy, has died. Ms. Hill was only 22. She would have graduated college next year.
At the present time, there are no details regarding the circumstances of her death. News reports, however, mention that she was suffering from depression.
A generation ago, when JFK and RFK were more recent memories, there used to be talk of a “Kennedy curse”.
You’re rolling your eyes, I know. But the fact remains: An uncanny number of Kennedys have died young: JFK, RFK, Joe Kennedy Jr., JFK Jr., and now Sairose Kennedy Hill. These unusual deaths span more than seventy years–from World War II to the present.
Whatever your beliefs about the Kennedy curse, or the political shadow of this powerful family, no one should lose their life at twenty-two. Our prayers go out to her family and loved ones.
Sairose Kennedy Hill, 22, RIP.
Read my time travel story, Last Dance with Emma. Completely free here on the site.
The story is from my Hay Moon short story collection, which you can get on Amazon in a variety of formats.
Some people certainly think so.
I was listening to an Internet “guru” the other day, who basically sees the future of the Internet as one video clip after another. Fahrenheit 451, here we come!
But here’s a counterargument from just last year:
People are constantly putting videos up with little to no content that can REALLY benefit their intended audience. They just don’t understand that nobody’s going to sit there for 20 or 30 minutes listening to them go on and on and on without having real content. These video sales pitches are just becoming overwhelming on social media. It’s happening on Facebook too; I haven’t quite seen it on Twitter yet, but it’s coming. And with Instagram Story, you’re going to see more and more and more of that. Here’s what it boils down to: How do we make what we do relevant — especially to the audience that we’re trying to reach?Business2Community.com
There is a lot of video on YouTube, but most of it is pointless. Tell me: Does anyone who isn’t a bored 13 year-old really want to watch Pewdiepie?
Video has its place. As I’ve admitted many times, YouTube is absolutely great if you want to learn how to fix your leaky commode. I also prefer video for things like Photoshop instruction, which are inherently visual.
But for most objectives, in the fields of both instruction and entertainment, YouTube-style video provides little or no improvement over text (unless your audience is completely illiterate).
And in many cases, text is demonstrably superior. You can skim through a page of text. Skimming through a 20-minute YouTube video, on the other hand, is almost impossible.
Halloween night, 1980. Cincinnati, Ohio…
Three young friends must face 12 hours of supernatural terror.
To find out what happened, read the FREE online serial, 12 Hours of Halloween!
It occurred to me that I had overlooked the obvious: In large companies like Thomas-Smithfield Electronics, difficult personnel issues were handled by human resources departments. And if a conspiracy between my boss and two of my coworkers to kill our group admin didn’t count as a difficult personnel issue, what did?
So the very next morning I sent an intentionally vague email message to Anne Hull. Anne was a mid-level manager within the human resources department. She was high enough on the ladder to make things happen, but she wasn’t so high up the corporate food chain that she would pass me off to an underling.
Within less than an hour, there was an email from Anne in my Lotus Notes inbox:
“Why don’t you stop by at 10:00 a.m. My office is on the first floor, in the HR area.” Continue reading “The Eavesdropper: Chapter 12”
Jason was thankful to learn that that the Shaman’s Highway was not going to be eleven miles of unbroken forest.
But the woods were certainly dense in places. There were spots where thick, fanning tree branches overhung the road and plunged him into nearly absolute darkness, despite the full moon. There were long stretches where the forest rose up steep hillsides and plummeted into deep ravines. The geography here being unfit for habitation, Jason supposed that these sections had never been altered much by human hands. This again brought thoughts of the Shawnee and their rumored burial grounds.
However, he also saw signs of humanity that were more familiar and comforting: fields of ankle-high corn, barns, and farmhouses. The moonlight glinted off the aluminum roof of a farmer’s barn; there was enough illumination for him to read the biblical verse that the farmer had painted on the side of the structure, along with a crude painting of an American flag. You’re out in the country, he told himself. But there are people living in these parts—even if there aren’t as many people as you’re accustomed to.
Continue reading “Eleven Miles of Night: Chapter 9”